#Julian Brandt imagine

[footy-fictionist]

Championship loss - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader

Warnings: I'm gonna break your hearts again with the Championship loss, but also a lot of fluff, soft moments, teeny tiny bit of teasing, badly translated German, mentions of Jannis and Jascha

Word Count: 1653

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind since we lost. Next one should be a Jude one and then I can get to the requests in my inbox. This one just had to come out now. Remember it's fictional, some parts may be alike with real life and some I just came up with. Please do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is perfectly fine!

Dortmund vs Mainz. The last game of the season and all we needed to do was win. Win so we could win the league. Win so we could lift the Meisterschale. That was the dream, everything Dortmund had worked so hard for and we didn’t win it. The equalizer from Niklas wasn’t enough because Bayern won their game. And now everything has become a nightmare. She’s watching speechless as she sees the defeat and utter disbelief on everyone’s faces. 

But the one she is worried about most hasn’t come back onto the field again. Julian was subbed out in the 62nd minute and she knows he’s beating himself up. She may not be able to see him from where she’s stood, but she can feel his pain. Pain she also feels because she loves Dortmund, but it’s probably nothing compared to Julian’s pain and the other players. She’s not even surprised that not a single fan has left the stadium, the fans loyal to a fault. She’s still trying to find him when the stadium camera’s zoom in on the bench and there he is. Eyes red and teary, a few wet streaks and Julian just staring into the distance. That’s the moment she started crying too.

She watched as Terzic went to Julian and patted him on the face. The camera’s stopped showing the bench after that and a few moments later Julian stepped back out on the pitch. She watched as he slowly made his way to his teammates in front of the yellow wall. He didn’t really approach anyone, just standing between everyone and she knows he is already closing himself off. The disappointment is clear everywhere and yet the yellow wall sings and they support their players. They clap for the yellow wall, apologizing to the fans and thanking them for their support. 

She watches as Julian crouches down, hand going over his face. She grabs onto Jascha’s arm, who has been standing next to her the whole game. He looks down at her, eyes leaving his brother. He sees the pain on her face, the tears still streaming even if she wipes them every few minutes. He pulls his arm out of her grip and she looks up at him a little panicked. She’s scared that she had upset her younger brother-in-law, only to have him wrap his arm around her shoulders to help comfort her. In return she wraps an arm around his waist. She looks back to where she last saw Julian only to see his deflated form sitting near Nico. 

All she wants to do is go to him, but she can’t. She’ll have to wait till he comes to her. She watches as the team gets up and goes to walk past the fans. The fans comfort the players as they walk by, a few of them giving away their jerseys, Julian included. And even though it really isn’t the time, she can’t help but admire Julian and his physique. She sees him shirtless all the time, but after a game it always hits differently. But it’s not just his physique, it’s the way he takes the time with fans, talks with them and shows them he is as disappointed as they are. And yet he appreciates every single fan. His introverted side is not in sight with the fans. But she knows that’ll change once they’re alone.

She notices that Jascha stopped rubbing her arm and that’s when she notices her tears have stopped as well. She turns to him and thanks him for being a brilliant brother-in-law. She spots Jannis still near the other photographers, he turns that exact moment and they lock eyes. He waves at her and she manages to wave back with a bittersweet smile before he turns back to take more pictures. That’s when Jascha softly squeezes her arm and she follows his gaze to the pitch. And she sees her favourite sweaty blonde walk towards them. 

His head is down, but he walks with purpose.

She already has the boarding digging into her hips before he’s even close. But the second he’s close enough, her arms wrap around his shoulders. It’s as though a weight drops off his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her waist. They hide their faces against each other’s necks. She inhales his scent, a scent that’s pure Julian and she hears him do the same. She can’t help but tighten her grip on him a little and move one hand to his golden locks. He pulls her in a little closer and presses a few small, soft kisses to the nape of her neck. 

“Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie.” 

“Wofür? We drew the game and lost the title. We bottled it.” 

She immediately pulls away and he looks at her a little offended that she’s pulled away from him so quickly. She immediately makes sure to make it up to him by putting her hands on his jaw and drawing his face closer to hers. His arms tighten around her again as she does so and she presses a few butterfly kisses across his face. 

“I’m proud of you for the good times, the bad times and everything in between. You have given it your all, you all managed to get back from 9 points difference. You battled through an injury whilst being in your prime and you still managed to give Bayern the biggest challenge they’ve had in years. You, Julian Brandt, are one of the best players on this team and if you’d ask me alone, I’d tell everyone you are the best. For your spirit, your passion, your perseverance, your love for the club and the fans. You live and breathe football at this club Schatzie. And I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d end up being like Reus for the fans. You give everything and more Jule and you can’t imagine how proud I am that I get to call you mine.”

As she’s talking to him, she can see a few tears start to gather on his lashes again. He presses his forehead to hers and the smile he gives her is brighter than the sun. She returns the smile and presses a kiss to his lips. It’s sweet, loving and passionate all at once. 

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispers against her lips and she smiles, returning the phrase to him. 

It’s then that they realize where they are and that they’re not alone. Julian presses another quick kiss against her lips before going to hug Jascha, who is giving him a mischievous look. Both Julian and her give Jascha suspicious looks but he just waves them away. They share a look but let it go. Mats approaches them to tell Julian that they have to go inside. Julian nods and turns back to her one more time. He presses another kiss to her lips. 

“Will you wait for me here in the stadium?” She nods at him and presses another kiss to his lips.

As he makes his way to the dressing room, she and Jascha head inside to wait for Julian in the family area. She gets the chance to ask Jascha what his mischievous look was for. He just glances at her and tells her to look at her phone. She gives him a confused look but does as he says. She sees a few messages from him and the second she opens them, she knows why he was acting that way. He took some pictures of her interaction with Julian. And she can’t help but feel happy that he did. It’s clear in the pictures that they clearly love each other very much and she knows she’ll definitely use one as her background and that she’ll hang a few in their apartment. 

“Danke, Jascha.” 

Jascha just shrugs and gives her a wink. They talk for about 20 minutes and during that time Jannis has joined them. He’s showing her some of the pictures he made when some players finally enter the room. Julian makes an immediate beeline towards them, ignoring everyone else and she knows he’s in his own headspace now. He gives Jannis a slap on his back and then moves to wrap his arm around her. He stands close to her, now without the boarding between them. His forehead leans against her temple and she runs a hand through his still partially wet hair. 

They go home soon after that and once home they order some food and crash on the couch. He’s quiet as he hands her the remote for the tv. He makes sure she’s in the corner of the couch and then goes to lie down between her legs, his front pressed against hers, head on her chest. She chooses a series and runs her fingers through his hair as they wait for their food. They don’t talk and she knows Julian isn’t paying attention to the tv. He’s in his own head, thinking of today’s outcome.

They eat in silence once the food arrives and then move to their bed. She knows he needs his own headspace to get over it and she lets him approach her if he needs anything. She’s used to it and she knows it’s what he’s most comfortable with. He’s in bed before her, but the second she gets on the bed he immediately pulls her to him. He pulls her as close to him as he can, her head on his chest this time and the sound of his heartbeat calms her completely. His scent envelopes her again and she sighs in complete content, making Julian smile and press a kiss to her hairline. 

“Danke, meine Liebe. Ich liebe dich.”

"Natürlich, Schatzie. Ich liebe dich für immer.”

This time it’s Julian that sighs in content. He presses one more kiss to her hairline and then they both drift off. 

Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Schatzie: I am so proud of you darling Wofür?: For what? Ich liebe dich (für immer): I love you (always/forever) Danke: thank you Meine Liebe: my love Natürlich: of course

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Julian Brandt words: 507 request: Julian Brandt - you / your - 250 - 500 - he comes back from training and finds you asleep on the sofa watching christmas films, you then wake up to him making a fancy dinner for the two of you

Julian had text you when leaving training but hadn’t heard anything back. He’d tried again when he reached the grocery store and sent another text following an ignored call. When the text too went unanswered, he took it upon himself to get things that he knew you’d like. He could of course, come home with only things to make for dinner, but he’d had a good session today and he wanted to come home with a little treat or two to make the evening a good one. 

Entering the house, Julian can hear the TV playing which means that you’re definitely home. Rather than calling out, Julian quietly removes his outer clothes and makes his way through as quietly as he can. A glance in the living room confirms his suspicions when he spots you buried beneath the blankets, your phone placed on your hip and fast asleep. 

He resists the urge to go over and brush hair from your face and instead, moves on past the room and into the kitchen where he lays everything out and begins to wonder where to start first. 

-

You awake to the sound of a different movie playing to the one you last remember watching. Outside is dark already and though you can’t remember turning on the lamps in the living room, they’re creating a warm glow. Checking your phone shows missed calls from Julian and text messages from over two hours ago. 

Crap, you think as you pull yourself up into a sitting position and squint around the room. Only now do you realise that you can smell something cooking, and that certainly wasn’t prepared, let alone started cooking, before you’d settled down to watch a movie. Tapping the phone screen, you notice what time it is, having not really looked at it when you checked your phone last time. If it wasn’t Julian, someone has broken into the house to cook a dinner for the inhabitants. 

The smell of it brings you to your feet and the closer you get to the kitchen, the more your stomach rumbles. Julian has changed clothes and his back is to you as you enter, he’s playing music quietly and you can hear him humming along with it. 

“Jule, this smells incredible,” you say, your voice making him jump. He spins, stirring spoon dripping with sauce splattering as he turns to face you. Relief falls over his face as quickly as yours had when you realised who was in the house. “Sorry,” a chuckle escapes before you can stop it and you step towards him, swiping a sheet of kitchen roll in the process to wipe up the spillage. “But it does smell beautiful.” You smile at him as you straighten back up and he greets you up close with a kiss. 

“I did also pick up some snacks for later.” He gestures to a bag that he’s left on the table and your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“If there’s room for something sweet.”

“There’s always room for something sweet.”

[pavardscherie]

Could you do some jealous Julian Brandt smut for a female reader please. There’s a criminal lack of Julian smut on here.

— it's the yellow-black, julian brandt

⤷ pairing: julian brandt x female reader ⤷ summary: julian comes home from his match against Frankfurt and sees you in one of his pre-match shirts of his. the shirt just sparks something in him, he can't control.

⤷ warnings: p in v, dirty talk, hand around throat, a little bit of praise kink

⤷ requests are open.

⤷ izzy talks: alright, this idea just came up, and i really don't know how it happened or how i literally wrote this so quickly with little giggles. lol. i didn't fit the jealous part, I'm sorry, but i will probably write another. hope you're still happy!

the stretchy material, colored in the significant bumblebee yellow and deep black, wadded up between his fleshy fingers, julian adjusted himself from his position behind you. his calloused palms could be pressed into the smooth skin around your waist, blemishing your body with marks in purple and blue. yet, he decided against it after seeing you in the expensive long-arm pre-match shirt with his name written on the back.

coming home to such a sight, you snuggled up in front of the television, the television turned on and watching the last match of a saturday night, made him feral. he knew, you've watched him play, you kept your eyes glued to the brightness of the device and searched the pitch for his figure for ninety minutes.

and when you stood up, wanting to welcome him home and congratulate him on the win against frankfurt, his eyes almost popped out of his skull. the way-too-long pre-match shirt with the borussia dortmund emblem reached the mid of your thighs on the front but only ended underneath your ass, barely covering the cheeks. he lost himself at that moment.

innocence glistened in your tired eyes, the exhaustion of staying awake for hours in front of the television, swirled in the color around your black pupils. the second, you stood in front of him on your tip-toes, wrapping your slender arms around his neck and waiting for a kiss, julian changed his mind. picking you up and carrying toward the shared bedroom without a second thought.

exactly how you ended up on all fours, the pre-match shirt in dortmund's colors bunched up around your waist, and julian's right-hand holding on to the material while thrusting into you. hips snapped forward, the sound of skin hitting each other filled the room with a mixture of whimpers and moans from your mouth.

fingernails dug into the pillows underneath you, the harshness of julian's thrusts made it difficult to hold yourself further up. you were tired from a boring day, from the bright light of the television and the warmth of the blanket, but you could never deny such an opportunity. since borussia dortmund fought for the top of the chart, julian has always been busy. improving his skill, attending extra training sessions, and running through the neighborhood.

wetness pooled between your legs, flooding down the insides of your thighs as the speed of julian's pounding increased. balls slapped against your sensitive clit with each hard thrust, angling it perfectly to reach the spot inside of you that triggered the pleasurable waves.

"holy shit, you can't imagine how fucking hot you look in that shirt. my name written on your back, fuck, feels like possessing you, baby." julian's words increased the already twisting feeling in your stomach, your orgasm was closer than expected. a particularly loud moan rolled off your tongue at the last words, hinting at a little kink you tried to keep hidden for quite a while.

but julian caught the change in your moans, the slight increase in volume and the high-pitched part at the end when your voice already started to break. "oh babe, you're mine. fully and completely mine, no one else gets to see you like that."

"i'm your, jule." you spoke between the uncontrollable waves of moans and needy whimpers for your release. julian's arms wandered over your spin, reaching over your shoulder to wrap the fingers carefully around your throat. a necessary action to help you reach a much greater orgasm than you expected in the past minutes.

rough pads pressed into the smooth skin, tightening your windpipe and making it harder to inhale and exhale oxygen. the gestures seemed rough, yet, julian always stayed gentle and careful. pulling you up slowly, he arched your back and allowed your arms to rest from the immense strength of his thrusts, they had to withstand.

his chin placed on your shoulder, his other hand gathered more of the fabric in his palm and pulled on the shirt whenever he pounded into you. a small amount of extra force added with the new position and new actions, your lids fluttered close at the extraordinary feeling.

"are you going to cum for me, my love?" words, merely whispered against the side of your neck, the warmth of his hot breath fanned against your skin and erupted in a new wave of shivers. you nodded your head, not having enough strength anymore to speak with his long fingers wrapped around your throat. "speak to me, or i will stop."

his raspy voice, the deep vocals, had an edge of a warning. like the devil spoke through julian's mouth to you and threatened to leave you unsatisfied. and the football player knew, your delicate fingers could never please you as much as he could with his fingers, tongue, or dick. "yes, i'm so close." you panted, forcing the words out of your mouth in a hurry to assure enough oxygen was left inside of you to breathe normally.

"good, good." julian chuckled quietly, a devilish sound that made it difficult to keep the pleasure-filled haze under control. "then cum for me, babygirl. cum for me, only for me." he punctuated his request with a particularly deep thrust, his hips slamming against your ass and demanding to feel your walls clenching around his painfully hard dick. as if your body wasn't yours anymore, you were pushed into the world of bliss and pleasure.

moans, uncontrollably, spilled out of your mouth. repeating his name between the filthy sounds, it sounded like a prayer. a thankful, little melody for pleasing you so perfectly. attempting to clutch your legs shut, your walls clenched around julian's dick. squeezing the shaft tightly, letting him have a taste of your orgasm. arousal covered his dick further, flooding further down the insides of your thighs, and the warmth was enough for julian to reach his own high.

a couple of deep, quick thrusts, and you felt the white spurts covering your the walls of your pussy. but he wouldn't let it go to waste and kept moving with very lazy and soft thrusts. enough to trigger the soreness further, an already uncomfortable feeling spreading through your exhausted muscles and begging for a break.

"don't want to waste the precious stuff." julian cooed, blowing gentle kisses along the side of your neck, and still holding you tightly in place while fucking his semen tightly into your sore pussy. "mhm." you hummed as an answer, completely worn out from julian's actions, and the way he handled your body.

when he reached a level of satisfaction, julian carefully pulled his limp dick out of your hole, and smiled. the white spurts he left inside of you, stayed in the warmth of your walls. the fabric slipped out of his tight grip, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to lay you down comfortably on the king-sized bed.

"you've been such a good girl for me." the blonde male spoke the good girl-praise so casually as if it couldn't trigger a second orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. "next time, you might wanna wear my jersey." he chuckled, hovering above your body to place a soft kiss on your sweat-covered forehead, and received a tired smile from you for the loving gesture.

"i love you, jule." you whispered, turning on the side and letting your lids flutter close without even attempting to fight it.

"i love you too, sweetheart."

[miroslavcloset]

Hiiii, if youre taking requests can you please do headcannons for dating Leon Goretzka or Julian Brandt? 🌸🫶 Loved the mats' one btw

Dating Julian Brandt -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: Ofc love <3 I love writing for other teams, I mean we all know I'm Bayern's Thomas' whore, but writing for other teams I like has a certain something I crave. Btw here you can read the Leon ones <3 (I'm considering doing a part two, maybe) I'm glad you liked the Mats' ones!!

He can be very possessive with you, hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulders when hanging out with friends so everyone knows you're his and he is yours.

One of the things he has on his pending list is to introduce you to his family in Bremen. Even though he would never admit it, he considers you part of his family already.

You bring him special comfort, Julian loves how you stand by him and keep him close no matter what, so in return, he prefers having you nearby all the time.

He would be the first one to think about moving together, and another thing he wouldn't admit is how he loves the idea of the domestic routine by your side, cooking for you, sharing mornings in bed, and even sometimes showering together.

You know him better than anyone, and when things aren't going well for him, you can notice the change in his mood. He can be an introvert in that sense, after any bad game he doesn't kick things or shows his anger or sadness, he just wants peace and to be left alone, he'd rather handle it on his own. You earned his trust so he now lets you in, he would be open with his partner, the only person he would lean on.

He is not the best with words when it comes to expressing his feelings for you, and even if he was he would be too ashamed to tell you how much he loves you, so instead he tries to express it in the best way he can, giving you comfort and stability around him, holding your hand and hugging you any time he can.

He absolutely loves cuddling, may it be on the sofa, on his bed, or anywhere you two can be alone, he sees it as closeness, even more than other physical contact. Also, if you had a tiring day, he will be more than glad to be the big spoon while cuddling so he can caress you and relax with him.

What made him fall in love with you was your kindness and the willingness to show yourself to him exactly as you are, he knows that's no easy task, so after seeing your frail side, he decided he just couldn't let you go.

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

He prefers physical touch more than anything else, so your moments together in bed are very special to him. The sensual caresses never fail to turn him on, and he loves giving you massages, knowing exactly where to touch you to get things into the right mood.

Loves to take his time with you in foreplay. Will undress you himself and let you relax in his touches, it's ok whether you want to let the lights on or off, he won't push you on that.

One of his weaknesses is if you kiss his neck, he won't be able to keep his hands to himself, touching you to let you know how much he likes the licks and small bites in that area.

He prefers starting by giving you gentle touches, finding by himself the spots that will make you moan, even using his tongue from your neck to your chest, licking all the way down between your legs.

[footballerimaginess]

Gym Sessions

30 Day Writing Challenge 18. Gym Sessions Julian Brandt Word Count: 239 "Want to go to the gym now?" Julian asked as you stretched out on the sofa. "Do I look like I want to go to gym? Urgh I suppose I should, I haven't been in days" you sighed as you pulled yourself up off of the sofa.

"I will be five minutes, let me just chuck my gym gear on and I will be with you" you smiled as you headed upstairs to get changed. "Ready" you smiled as you grabbed your phone and water bottle. You headed off in the car with Julian as you both headed to the training ground where you and Julian went. "I might do the walking step things, I quite liked those last time" you told him as you walked in. "Yes you did, I am going to do some weights over here" Julian pointed. As you got onto the step machine, it was hard work but you were in desperate need to try and strengthen your leg muscles a little more. It also helped that you were able to watch a series whilst climbing on the machine. "I like being in here, it is so quiet" you told Julian as he stood and watched you as you took in some weights. "Me too" Julian wiped the sweat off of his face. "It is so hot in here, I need some water" you wiped your brow as you swigged from your water bottle.

[lovelybrandt]

Football Imagines - My Dream Heart - Julian Brandt Smut

Smut Warning!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

Y/N Julian After Goes To The When You in House Of Manhattan And Brooklyn New York This Is Reality Was A Dream Kind State The City in Palace.

Jule Who Need In Goes April's House See Your Meet Brandt's Girlfriend Name April O'Neil My Best Friend Kimmich's Sister And Donnie's Wife That Sweetest Adorable Is Lovely Has A Teenager Little Princess From Scotland Home Of Edinburgh The Capital City in Nations Europe Of Ally Loyal Sewer Turtle Human

Jule Who Wants in Kitchen Make Tea Rose No Added Sugar And Sweet Pudding Custard Dessert And Strawberry Muffin Tea Cherry Blossom For His Wife April Is Ready Julian Time To Eats Taste Better Delicious is A Sweet Strawberry Muffin Sugar And Fruity Pudding Custard Tea Scent Like Rose Flower From France Better Than Ever Like Perfume And Floral Essential Taste Like Better Yum!!!! Is Too Much Non Sugar Very Better Like Fragrance

April Who Need Time To Eat Please Strawberry Muffin And Pudding Custard Tea Cherry Blossom Sweet Scent Smells Like Perfume Flowers Essential From Japan

Jule And April, Goes Take Need Wants Bedroom Cute Theme Color Yellow Is Soo Adorable Funny Sitting in Bed Duvet Single Size Medium Very Big Large Is Soft And Fluffy Has A Cute What Is Means Not Sleeping Was A Dreaming Everyone Thinking Yes

Julian And April Her Beautifiul Wearing Painted Red Nails Really Want Playing No Touch As Sweet Fun And Cuddle Her Kiss Actually Not Recognize Is Ours Having In Your Heart.

Y/N His Girlfriend April Who Wants Need Undressing She Taking Off Took Her Golden Bracelet And Her High Heels Silver Sandals Shoes And Her Red Dress Ruffle Her Revealing Lacy Black Bra And Panties Her Beautifiul Lace.

April is Hot Sit Her Bed Is Lucky Every Fluffy And Cuddle His Hug Need Love Take His Hand Him And Happy Share Better Than Like Mood When Gets Flirt Leave The Behind Alone Need Her Kissing Just His Husband Was A Dream.

Y/N Julian She Slowly Taking Off Leave In Your Tease Undress Her Shoes Black Sneakers And Her Blue T Shirt Her Black Active Long Pants And Her Revealing Get Harder His White Brief Is Already To Having A Sex In Bedroom

Jule And April Sit In Bed Gets Tweaking Love Hug And Cuddly Adorable Her Push Up Was A Sexy As Reality Funny And Shaking Hug Julian Her Shrugs Touch Breast Oops April Need Her Body Was Your Heart Is Could Wait Happen Breathe When Dream Mad About It

Jule April Frustration Beautifiul Redhead Hair This Lady Was Make Her Groan Silky And Holic Close Your Get Shake Twerking Taste V-Line In Your Lips Moans Very Loud These Remember Crush Is Happy Every Prickly Your Make Me Blush Too Much Pinky Is Cute Miss Insensitive Try Was Believe Dreams Join Life

Jule Are You Her Sexy Moans In Bedroom Thinking Goes Shaking Up And Giggle Was A Little Prince Is Soo Cuddly And Fluff Sweet His Girlfriend Applying With Body Lotion Smells Like Sweet Scent Candy And Berries Isn't Not Is Body Serum Without Cream As Smile Cheeky Punish April And Julian's Pulled Off Her Underwear Gets Dick Frustration Tweaking Ever Traced Again Moaned Her Panted Out Expand April's Mom Who Gets Knocked Door in Bedroom But Very Loud.

Oh No Julian And April Rainy The Weather Rain Cloudy Jule Window That Open in Bedroom Makes Will Close The Windows Over The Slips Hitting On Before Never I Could Wish Something I'm Gonna Just Hotter Was In Heart Badly So Stupid Even Care Really Sense

"Jule" Please Moans Make It Stop Such As Very Loud Ahhhh...........

Jule And April Sit In The Bed Make Her Sleeping Having Make Stop It Lot Of A Sex Was Could Remember What Football Such Has A Heart Make Me Happy Could Say It's Was A Dream Becomes Couple Has A Prince And Princess Sweet Well I Wish Take Your My Times Is Just Quiet Very Make A Kissing After Sleeping In Your Dreams Been Ago While.....

The End!!!

[darkness-falls-xo]

Hi, Just wanted to come here and say thank you for liking and reblogging my three part series for Julian Brandt. I really appreciate it! I hope you have a wonderful day/evening!! <3

No problem, it was brilliant and I loved it so much!! thank you for writing and sharing!! <3

[macybeckham7]

Hey, could you write a Julian Brandt fluff where he finally confesses his feelings for long time friend reader? Even though they're obviously sooo in love with each other ♡

‘No we are just friends’ was an often phrase that you and Julian tell people who always think that you two are together. You and Julian always smile at each other, neither of you would admit it but you were head over heels for one another. You have been friends for a few years, and seen one another in many relationships and felt jealous. You meet up for coffee, you explain how you have been recently. He looks at you, and takes in your face and realises just how much he is deeply in love with you. ‘I need to confess something’ he cuts you off. ‘What have you done now?’ you giggle. He reaches out for your hand. ‘I have had feelings for you for a while, I have been in love with you from the beginning’ he tells you. ‘Now we are both single, and I don’t have anything to lose.. I have to tell you and if you don’t think the same, then that’s fine’ he starts to waffle on. Your thumb runs over his knuckles. ‘I have been in love with you for the longest time’ you smile at him goofily. He gently wipes your tears, you tell him that you have never thought you were good enough for him and that he will always find someone better than you. He pulls you in and that was the moment that you have both been hoping for.

[doomed-syko]

i’m living for this julian brandt renaissance

[allywthsr]

What do you guys wanna read? Drop it in my inbox and help me get ideas, I just don’t know if another Lando Norris fic where he streams and Y/N comes in and they’re all lovey-dovey is interesting 🤔

I write for everyone, who is tagged down below :)

[footy-fictionist]

It's fame she's after - Julian Brandt ft. Kai Havertz

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader, (platonic) Kai Havertz x female reader

Warnings: Kai doesn't like reader (it'll turn out right though), rude comments, Julian gives a bit of an ultimatum, a bit of hurt, a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, Sophia is in here as well, badly translated German

Word count: 1681

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind for a while. I thought it was a good idea and it turned out better than I thought. There is more interaction between the female reader and Kai, but she's in a relationship with Julian. Please do not publish and/or copy my work, reblogging is totally fine!

There are many things she loves about being Julian Brandts girlfriend. He’s thoughtful, kind, shows her he loves her multiple times a day and of course he’s incredibly handsome. She loves tracing the tattoos on his arm, adores spending time with his family and pulling pranks with his brothers. His friends love having her around and her friends love meeting up with Julian. But there is one friend of Jule’s that she doesn’t see eye to eye with at all. And unfortunately that happens to be Kai Havertz.

She met Kai for the first time during the World Cup. She and Julian hadn’t been dating long and because Kai lives in England, it was harder for him to meet up with them to meet her. She met Sophia in the stands and they hit it off immediately. She met Kai after the first match, the one they lost against Japan. Julian walked up to her first and she immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He hadn’t played but was still quite upset. Kai had come up behind Jule and he passed them to get to Sophia. He had given her a look she didn’t appreciate a lot, but she brushed it off as him being upset with the game.

But when Jule introduced her, Kai barely even acknowledged her. He gave her one look and then went back to talking to other people. She had looked to Julian, who was just as surprised as she was. Julian went to talk to Kai about it whilst she went to stand with Sophia who didn’t understand her boyfriend’s behaviour either. It didn’t get much better after that. Anytime they were in the same room, she tried to talk to Kai. To get to know him or to see if there was anything she could do to get him to like her. She mostly did it for Julian, she hated the way he looked so defeated when she and Kai ended up in another argument. It just seems that Kai didn’t see the look on his best friend’s face or he didn’t care enough.

She doesn’t like Kai much, she thinks he is arrogant and egotistical for the way he is acting and that seeing them not getting along, is hurting Julian more than he wants to admit. She would honestly do anything for Julian and to see his best friend not even acknowledging the fact that this is hurting Julian, pisses her off. But when Jule tells her Kai is coming over that weekend, she holds back a groan. She makes the promise to herself that she’ll try one more time to get Kai to like her and then she’ll give up. She goes as far as to ask Sophia what Kai’s favourite meal is and which recipe Sophia uses to make it for him.

So when Kai and Sophia arrive, she’s working away in the kitchen. She goes to greet them, giving Sophia a hug and as she moves to Kai all he does is hold out his hand, not even looking at her. She shakes it softly, before moving back to the kitchen. Sophia follows her to help out, but she just makes Sophia sit down with a glass of wine and they talk. She asks Sophia if there is anything she did to make Kai not like her (like she does every time), but even Sophia doesn’t know what’s bothering Kai about her so much. She decides to give up on asking and finishes the food. They set the table and Sophia calls in the boys. Kai is the first one downstairs.

“Wow, this looks great Soof. How did you make it so fast?” “I didn’t Kai. I gave her the recipe a few days ago, she made it.” “Yeah right.”

Kai gives her a glance before sitting down. Julian walks in a little later and presses a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek. “Thank you for making dinner, liebe.”

When everyone sits down, they all plate some food before eating. What no one is expecting is for Kai to spit his food back onto his plate. “Well it’s clear you didn’t make it Soof. It doesn’t taste good at all.”

That was the last drop. She can’t help the little sob that leaves her lips before she quickly stands up and practically runs up the stairs. She runs all the way to the bathroom before locking herself in. She doesn’t hear the argument that’s going on downstairs over her own sobs.

“Was stimmt nicht mit dir?! Why would you say that? It tastes good. Why can’t you just accept her as my girlfriend? She’s tried everything to get you to like her and you just ignore her the whole time. Ich liebe sie so sehr. Why can’t you see that?!” Julian goes after her as Kai looks down.

Whilst Julian runs up the stairs, Kai turns to Sophia, only to find her looking at him in utter disappointment. “Was?” “She is doing everything to get you to like her. Why are you being like this? This isn’t you.”

“I just don’t want her to hurt Julian. She is clearly after his money. Why else would she choose to go public with him during the World Cup. If it’s not money, it’s fame she’s after.” Sophia heaves a big sigh.

“How do you have such a big board in front of your face? She didn’t want them to go public at the World Cup. Julian wanted to introduce her to you, but there wasn’t another time other than the world cup. Can’t you see the way they look at each other?! Bist du so blind?”

Sophia went to get another glass of wine as Kai thought over her words. He never thought of it that way. He always assumed she was the one that wanted to go public at the World Cup. He didn’t think she came with Julian just to meet him. He has to make this right. He moves to the stairs and he can hear Julian knocking on a door. He hears as Julian tries to get his girlfriend to open the door for him. He hears the sobs and the strangled ‘no’s’ that come from the other side of the door. When Julian spots Kai he gives an irritated sigh.

“Was machst du hier? Haven’t you done enough?”

“I have to make it right, Jule. Let me try, please?” It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual one, but Julian agrees with a little hesitance. Julian moves to get past Kai, but stops when he’s next to him. “If you screw this up even more, you better stay in London. I really love her Kai. Stop hurting the girl I love or our friendship is over.”

Kai gulps, but nods his head at Julian. Julian walks down the stairs whilst shaking his head. Once Julian is downstairs Kai turns to the door. He heaves a sigh and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Geh weg, Julian."

“I’m not Julian.”

He hears as she gasps a little when she hears his voice. He hears the door click and he opens it slowly. He sees her sitting against the bathtub, eyes red and tears streaming down her face. He moves to sit across from her. She doesn’t look at him as he sits, she rubs the sleeves of her shirt along her cheeks. He analyzes the way she’s sitting, but doesn’t make a move to say anything yet. Then he sees her fiddle with a J necklace. If she’s wearing that, there is no way she’s with him for fame or money.

“Es tut mir leid.” She looks up when he apologizes. “I thought you were in it for fame or money. I thought I was looking out for my best friend. I thought you were just gonna hurt him and I was wrong. I see now that you really love him. I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you by brushing you off. And the dinner you made is actually amazing, probably even better than Soofs. But please don’t tell her I said that.” They both laugh. “Friends?”

She looks at the hand he’s offering. “I forgive you, so yes. Friends.” He stands up and helps her off the floor as well. He opens his arms, giving her the option for a hug if she wants to. She smiles and hugs him. “I wouldn’t have let Julian end your friendship Kai. You two are platonic soulmates, I’d never want to be the cause of Bravertz breaking up.” That makes both of them laugh. He gives her another hug. They joke together as they walk downstairs, finally able to find the things they have in common. They see Julian on the couch with his head in his hands, with Sophia rubbing his back, when they finally notice the footsteps on the stairs and the laughter.

Julian looks up surprised as he sees them laughing together. He gets up as they walk into the living room. She sees the nervous look on his face and immediately moves to wrap her arms around his waist. His arms go around her shoulders and he looks up at Kai, who gives him a smile and a nod. Julian tightens his arms around her, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head. When she pulls away, she presses a kiss to Julian’s lips.

“Let me reheat the food and we can all eat.” “I’ll help.”

Julian’s and Sophia’s eyes almost pop out when Kai offers his help. As they move to the kitchen with the food, Julian and Sophia look at each other bewildered. How did their dynamic change that fast? Not that they’re complaining. It’s just a bit odd. It’s safe to say the rest of the evening went great. And after that night as well. They went on couple dates and Julian finally got to be more affectionate with his girlfriend without Kai acting all disgusted and glaring daggers. And her friendship with Kai? It only blossomed.

Liebe: love Was stimmt nicht mit dir?: What is wrong with you? Ich liebe sie so sehr: I love her so much Was?: What? Bist du so blind?: Are you that blind? Was machst du hier?: What are you doing here? Geh weg: Go away Es tut mir leid: I am sorry

[schlottiszn]

I can't even begin to describe what the 22/23 season means to me. Every single one of these boys is so special to me.

They have a bond. They have team spirit. They play for each other. They fight for each other. They give everything for each other.

They are a family.

And THAT is what this season and this team is about. And nobody can take that away from us. Nobody. We will always have these memories.

We'll always remember how Sébastien came back after he had beaten cancer. How he fought against every obstacle that stood in his way and what he gave us when he finally came back. He was and is such a strong person who fought so much bigger and more important things this year than this championship. I am so proud of him. Thank you, Sébastien.

We'll always remember players like Julian Brandt, Donny Malen, Rapha Guerreiro and Karim Adeyemi. Those players that most people had already given up on. How they fought their way back with outstanding performances. How much they influenced our attacking game. Their individual qualities were so important. Karim's speed, Julian's talent for spotting and creating space and his timing for runs, Donny's incredible dribbling ability and Rapha who somehow combines all of these qualities. Thank you, boys.

We'll always remember our faithful, I kind of wanna say child, Felix Passlack. Felix plays for us since he is a kid. He loves us and the club and we love him. I wish him the best of the best in Bochum. But he will always be a Borusse. No matter what. Thank you, Borusse.

We'll always remember our fighters. Emre Can, Julian Ryerson, Marius Wolf. The boys who gave everything for our badge. They threw themselves in every tackling. Often they had to do the dirty work. But they got it done. Without complaining. They just did what had to be done and were amazing while doing that. Thank you, fighters.

We'll always remember our centre backs Niki, Mats and Schlotti. Of course. They were the heart and soul of our defense. With their amazing and outstanding straddles but also with every, sometimes the smallest, mistakes which also are a part of us. They gave everything for a win. Everything. Even a discolated shoulder couldn't stop Schlotti from doing his work. They were impressive and true role models. Thank you, boys.

We'll always remember the man without we would've never even gotten as far as we've come. Gregor Kobel, our wall in front of the wall. This guy was and is one of the most talented and extraordinary goalkeepers in Germany and even Europe. But when he couldn't stand on the pitch for us, our number 2 Alex Meyer was a perfect replacement for him. They always gave their best! Thank you, my goalkeepers.

We'll always remember one of the most talented players our club has ever seen. Jude Bellingham. I can't even start to say how much this guy means to me and how much I'll miss him. It hurts so much that he will not stay with this wonderful team for another season or even more. But I truly wish him all the best and that he reaches every possible goal he has in his life. He breathes our club philosophy. He lives our values and everything us fans believe in. This boy IS Borussia Dortmund in every sense. Thank you, starboy.

We'll always remember our one true captain, Marco Reus. This title would've been for him. Every player, every fan wished him this trophy. His life and career was marked by many many setbacks and unfortunate moments. But he fought his way back. Everytime. So today he could stand where he stood. Every single human wanted to see him lift the trophy. But it isn't over. He still has one season to make his dream come true. Thank you, Captain.

And at the end, of course, we'll always remember our coach, Edin Terzic. I couldn't even imagine another guy standing at the side line of the pitch, just after one (full) season. I love his energy, I love his personal nature. I love how he can motivate a large group. This guy is just so perfect to be OUR coach. He loves this club from the bottom of his heart and we love him from the bottom of ours. Thank you, Coach.

This. I needed to say all of this. Cause as I said, this season is special to me because of exactly those people. And nobody can take that from me. Ever.

[pavardscherie]

That Julian smut drove me insane! That was literally the best Julian Brandt smut I’ve ever read.

All I can think about is smut with him in the locker room after he loses a match.

── the aftermath of a loss, julian brandt

⤷ pairing ;; julian brandt & female reader ⤷ summary ;; after a loss against bayern münchen & losing the first place as well, julian needs to take out his anger somewhere. or better with someone. ⤷ warnings ;; p in v, explicit sex scenes, touching genitals ⤷ minors ;; do not interact, thank you. ⤷ izzy's rambling on ;; i don't know if i can say it like that but i'm in love with this piece, like really in love in love.

⤷ word count ;; 2653.

borussia dortmund was on a winning streak for weeks. no one was able to stop the yellow-blacks from reaching the top of the bundesliga chart until the archenemy visited the signal iduna park. the first place was owned by bayern münchen, they reserved it for years and kept getting stronger and stronger.

this time, the team of borussia dortmund was prepared for such an intense game. at least, it was exactly what the coach and his players thought before the referee blew the whistle to start the first half. everything they‘ve shown on the pitch those past weeks vanished. dortmund stood against the great bayern münchen like a team who just joined the higher ranks of the bundesliga and couldn’t focus at all.

it was a disaster, starting with kobel missing the ball in euphoria, and granting bayern an easy lead goal. what followed, could have been suicide. three goals, outplayed by the team, and not even being able to defend the slightest from an incoming attack. and to say julian was furious about the embarrassing match was a ridiculous understatement.

it should not have been possible to feel this kind of degradation after dominating the chart most of the time.

when the dortmund players left the building one after one, you started to feel the concern gnaw on your heart when julian's handsome, cherry blossom-pink-tinted face did not appear in your sight. the jersey, colored in bumblebee golden and deep black, draped over your crossed arms, you decided to await the next appearing figure from the tunnels before going inside.

but instead of the handsome face, you admired so much at each hour of the day, his captain stepped outside. dressed in the bright sunflower-yellow jacket with the dortmund emblem sewn on the front left, marco raised an arm to wave goodbye to you before disappearing towards the waiting car.

shaking your head, you felt the frustration building up, and mixing with the formerly felt feeling. concerned about julian‘s well-being and him, beating himself up, for a lost match, you entered the tunnels. your face was a known one to the guards, julian has taken you to the vip section more than once in the past.

greeting them nicely with a nod of your head, you strolled down the corridor until the locker room sign caught your eye. most players already left the building, desiring to be with their loved ones after such a devastating outcome, yet, julian still stayed in the arena.

knocking against the door with your knuckles, you waited of couple of seconds for an answer. but the silence from the other side frightened you. pushing the door open carefully, you glanced inside. dim, yellow light from the ceiling illuminated the changing room, the small corridor to the shower was completely dark. in the right corner, you recognize the large, yellow bag with number nineteen written on the thick material.

„jule?“ your soft voice echoed through the locker room, reminding you that you should not be in this place, not julian seemed to be. walking further inside, the heavy door closed behind you. the surprising sound almost made you jump, as sudden shivers covered your skin. „jule?“ you questioned again, hoping that he would just sit somewhere around the corner, trying to play a very unfunny joke on you.

but there was no answer again. instead, footsteps boomed off the walls, the loud sound of soles hitting the tiles on the floor made it difficult to determine the source. looking from left to right, you suddenly felt trapped in the middle of a locker room. and when you finally decided to explore the darkened room where the showers were, a hand wrapped tightly around your wirst and effortlessly pulled you backward. your chest collided with the cold door, the heated cheek pressed against the material. an arm twisted behind your back, holding you perfectly in the position.

an attempt to wiggle yourself out of the contact fired the wrong way. instead of being able to run away from whatever was happening at the moment, you were pushed stronger against the door. exhaling hasty, and quick breaths as the sudden fear overshadowed any previous feeling you had, your ears were blessed with an all too familiar chuckle. „calm down, love. it’s just me.“ julian cooed, pressing himself against your back to blow a gentle kiss on the crown of your hair.

the increased heartbeat finally slowed down when julian confessed that the presence you felt, was him. „you fucking scared me, you idiot.“ you remarked, rolling the eyes to the back of your head in annoyance. “come on, babe. don’t do that, it only ends in punishment.” julian teased, reminding you of the list of rules he made months ago. rolling the eyes, and unnecessary insults were truly against what he demanded.

“can you let go of me now? i’m pretty sure, you’re leaving bruises again.” you let your head lean against the cold door, feeling your mind drifting into a different world. the position you were in, pressed up against the door, with your back slightly arched and exposing your ass to him. perfectly, rounded cheeks which became the greatest occupation for his rough palms.

“why? don’t you like it?” julian muttered, a hand wandering over your left side, and dug into the skin around your hipbone. “i like it, the way your body already reacts to my touch in this position.”

“jule.” you spoke, a warning, low tone overtaking your usual, gentle voice. “we can work further on your growing problem at home.”

“don’t think i can actually keep the anger inside of me for longer.” you tried to wiggle out of his tight grip, but with one of your arms held tightly on the curve of your back, your empty one was completely useless. even with two, it would be difficult to overpower the blonde man. “let me fuck my rage into you, baby.”

you wished for your head to stop working for once, or at least, having your body under control when julian was around. but your legs betrayed you, clutching together tightly and attempting to stop the wetness from pooling. “see, don’t tell me you don’t want me.” julian’s deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, and sent shiver straight down your spine.

ignoring him was easy, resisting his attempts of having his way with you, was impossible in each situation. “i will make it quick, i promise.” his lips pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck, the wetness reminding you of the times, his skilled tongue trailed over the veins on the sides of your throat after multiple orgasm denials.

how lucky for the midfielder that you picked out a denim skirt for today's match as the sun settled deeply in the sky, between the small clouds that traveled alone through the endless blue. "I'm not convinced about this, jule. i don't want you to get ― "

the second you ranted again about the consequences that waited behind the same door, you were pressed against, if a coach or guard decided to check if the changing rooms were empty; julian decided for himself to interrupt you. fleshy fingers brushed over the velvet, lace underwear, tapping the rough pads against the damp spot right between your thighs. "you've always been too intrigued by a little aggressiveness, my love."

julian knew exactly which buttons he had to press, or which words had to roll off his tongue to coax out the needy whimpers, and sharp hisses from your dry throat. it happened often enough to become a daily habit for the football player. letting the tips of his fingers trace over the lace material of your panties, drawing each ornament painfully slow, the lightest but most skillful touch already blessed you with enough bliss to let a simple moan slip past your lips. "so easily convincible."

his vocals were teasing you, a reminder of how quickly your demeanor faltered once his skilled fingers found the right places to touch. mostly the wetness pooling between your thighs, on other days, his meaty palm against the silken skin of your waist. on other days, it should not be this unchallenging for julian and yet, resisting him turned out to be hopeless. "so beautiful, so wet."

fingertips dipped underneath the thin layer of lace material, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal your dripping pussy. "what a pity, i can't feel your sweet taste on my tongue." the confession made you clench your thighs together, the desire increasing to a level, you did not know existed. but julian reacted quicker than your body, using his knee to keep your legs open enough for his hand to fit between them.

he tsked, "come on baby, don't be like that. we have to be quick." the explanations he gave you, were backed up by many reasons. solely a handful involved the appearance of a teammate, who had a hard time keeping a secret to himself. by midnight, anyone at borussia dortmund would be informed about the extraordinary happenings in the changing room.

you winced as he smeared the pre-cum over your pussy, coating his dick in a mixture of your juices, and partly his. "don't worry, princess. i will just hurt for a couple of seconds." julian informed you, preparing your mindset for the intentions he had. before processing, that the little play of his hands was solely to demonstrate how much power he had over your body; and not because he felt the need to stretch you before entering, he already pushed his tip between your labia and into your wet hole.

the warmth immediately greeted him, your walls stretched out for his dick and the wetness still pooling between your thighs, made it easier for julian to slip in. he always loved how damp a spot on your lacey underwear was; after simply touching your party in general places. pads digging into your waist, fingers dancing to an inaudible melody over your exposed thigh. the little things caused sparks in your stomach, the thought of not knowing what julian was up to next.

for now, you knew, he wasn't going to be easy with you. time ticked away, the cleaning staff should shortly arrive to eradicate the mess, the team left behind in the tunnels and rooms. your sole free hand clenched, trying to hold on to something. but pressed against the door did not give her many options. nails scratched over the solid metal of the door, not strong enough to fill the room with squeaks. "fuck, you always feel so good, always welcoming my cock."

the words coaxed a slight moan out of your throat, needing to feel more of him before the time ran out. hues of cherry red and watermelon pink mixed on the span of your cheeks, the soft skin of your right face pressed against the metal door while one of your arms was still trapped on your back; and julian's tight grip.

his free hand stroked over the left cheek of your ass, slapping his finger multiple times against the wiggling flesh while starting to pull his dick, and thrust himself back in. easy wasn't an option tonight, julian needed to make the most of the minutes that were left. and going home with him would be so much easier if the rage vanished into thin air, and the rants weren't as horrible to listen to.

skin slapping on skin echoed through the formerly dead silent changing rooms, the rough-skinned palm pressed against the lush skin around the length of your waist. lids fluttered closed from the bliss of his deep thrusts, the reddened tip stroking the sweet spot inside of you. pushed in the pleasure-filled haze, and the sensation of being trapped between the cold door, and his warm body, were almost enough to tip you over the edge.

you let him set the pace, feeling his hips snap against your ass quicker and harsher than the past times, you were sprawled out on the bed, julian hovering above you. while the time was short, the midfielder had a harder time concentrating on his relentless movements with the pretty noises that fell out of your mouth. melodious moans, and soft whines, combined.

"why don't you cum for me, love?" julian's voice was closer to you, his chin resting on your back, the mouth pressing soft kisses over your shoulder blade. "or do you want the cleaning staff to find us? maybe even watch us without letting us know they even found us?"

his voice was a mess of raspy but persuasive words, luring you into another world filled with much more than quiet whines. slowly, you forced yourself to open your eyelids. a sudden desire to at least have a glimpse of what julian looked like at this exact moment overcame your pleasure-filled body. blonde strands turned into an inevitable mess. beads of sweat covered his forehead, the thin hairs stuck against the sticky skin as he solely focused on the moment, how his thick length disappeared in your stretched-out pussy.

eyebrows deeply furrowed, thick lines of wrinkles appearing between his eyes and the hairline as the concentration twisted his features. it was always julian's priority to make you cum before him, and he always succeeded. his entire being, his presence, has been addictive and intoxicating for you since the first day, he laid his eyes on you

and the image of julian behind you, so entirely focused on sending you into a deep bliss-filled haze, and it was right there. the pleasure overcame you faster than expected, the low groans coaxed out of his dry mouth pulled the last strings to untie the knot. quivering limbs, nails trying so miserably to leave marks all over the door and your walls clenching around julian's length, holding him tightly inside of you while his thrusts became a sloppy rhythm. moans left your dry mouth in a mess, his name mixed with oh's and multiple curse words.

large hands grabbed at your hips desperately until he's emptied himself inside of you. pressing his body against yours tightly, julian's hips stuttered as last the white spurts covered the insides of your pussy. instead of pulling out of you, you felt the bruising grip of his fingers release the arm behind your back, and press the palms of his sweaty hands against the cold metal door. heavy-breathing chest lifted with the deep inhales of oxygen, and you felt every movement; trapped further between the solid exit and your boyfriend. "told you, you would like it." julian breathed against the side of your head, the warm breath fanning mildly across your ear as he slowly, and very carefully pulled out of your pussy.

the soreness settled in quickly, as your wetness and his semen dribbled down the inside of your thighs. "never said i would not like it. just a very inappropriate location." you chuckled, forcing your exhausted, and heavy limbs to turn around and face julian. delicate fingertips reached out for his face, trailing along his temples and over his right, red-tinted cheek.

"you look like you just came off the pitch." and the confession made him chuckle, even after losing the game after having such an advantage. "nah, they don't make me this whacked. only you do." he tugged his limp dick back into the jogging pants, before his calloused fingers helped you to place your lace, still damp, panties over your pussy again. your face twisted in disgust, the feeling a rather uncomfortable one.

"just till we're home." julian muttered, letting you pull down the denim skirt before taking a step forward, his chewed-up lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. and just as he turned around to grab the yellow bag from the wooden benches, the squeaking sounds of the cleaning staff's old trolly echoed through the catacombs.

[miroslavcloset]

** miroslavcloset's masterlist **

Headcanons / Imagines

Erling Haaland [Dating Headcanons]

Thomas Müller [Dating Headcanons]

Thomas Müller [Taking care of your migraine]

Thomas Müller [Follow You~Song Imagines]

Thomas Müller [Helping you to fall asleep]

Thomas Müller [Make out session]

Thomas Müller [Keeping you warm during cold weather]

Thomas Müller [Lazy day with him]

Joshua Kimmich [Dating Headcanons]

Benjamin Pavard [Dating Headcanons]

Benjamin Pavard [Cuddling]

Benjamin Pavard [Jealous]

Benjamin Pavard [In love with his football player childhood friend]

Benjamin Pavard [Praising reader]

Benjamin Pavard [During your birthday]

Benjamin Pavard [Clingy after a bad game]

Benjamin Pavard [Being your Sub]

Leon Goretzka [Dating Headcanons]

Leon Goretzka [NSFW Alphabet]

Leon Goretzka [Meeting your parents]

Serge Gnabry [Dating Headcanons]

Mats Hummels [Dating Headcanons]

Mats Hummels [Dating Headcanons Pt.2]

Julian Brandt [Dating Headcanons]

Marco Reus [Dating Headcanons]

Fanfics

Even now, you remain my light [Neuller]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

about me under the cut

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About me (As if someone cared)

Full Name: Your third-world football fan (Aka a little shit in love with FC Bayern)

Birthday: 11/Feb/199x

Gender: no, thank you

Sex: yes, please

Age: More than 21 y/o, so in Haaland's words I'm getting old as well

Birthplace: One of the most third-world places in the third world

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 173cm / 5.6ft

Weight: more than I should

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Ethnicity: Let's just say I've received a lot of racial insults in my job. A lot.

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[arsenalgbt]

your declan/kai omg!! i’m so invested. not even a season ago it’s a war between declan vs kai for mason and now it’s declan & kai. the example of “the universe comes at you fast!!”

imagine kai fresh out of long-term relationship with julian (brandt, long history, they carry their national team social medias) and declan (probably more than 10 years situationship with his best friend)

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you can't just slide into my dm, drop possibly the plot of the year and NOT EXPLAIN ABOUT kai and julian.............. where are the gifs. the bromance video comp. the fics. who are they. I literally am the biggest dgaf of Germany NT so like.

and Declan mason are kinda better because Declan seems to be the one who fell first falls harder am I rite. who's mason but my gunnerinnas aversion towards him when arsenal was rumoured to be interested? im clueless af ngl.

and what is it with Declan vs kai for mason HELP

anon..............

the angst, anon. you know im capable to make it hurt.

anon. get back here pls thx!!!!!!!!

PS IM WRITING ANOTHER DECKAI BTW. THE DRABBLE WAS JUST A SILLY COLLEGE AU. THIS ONE IM WRITING THO y'all better be there!

[allthemenofmydreams]

One Among the Reds

I took the ball and walked to the corner. I usually don't pay attention to the crowd, because they usually do stupid things to distract me. Which I find funny and absurd because even if there is a monkey dancing it won't get my attention. But this time something or maybe someone caught my eye.

In a crowd full of reds, she was wearing blue.

She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. We made eye contact and made me forget what I was doing. Her blue eyes seemed almost white, even from a distance I could feel their intensity.

I winked at her expecting a smile, but all I got was a look of disdain from her. A little bewildered I placed the ball to take the corner. It didn't come out as I expected and the goalkeeper kept it. As time went on, I found it hard to keep my mind cool and concentrate on the game, as now and then she would come into my mind.

A few minutes later, I had the ball and ran down the sideline until I saw that one of my teammates was alone. So I gave him a cross pass. He did what he does the best. He scored.

He ran to the corner where she was to celebrate. While all the red fans were cheering, shouting, and hugging, she was doing nothing. She was quiet, I guess she wasn't happy. Her team was losing. I put my hand to my ear as a sign of "what were you saying" trying to provoke the opposing team's fans for talking bad about me. But at the same time, it was to make our fans yell louder. I winked at her again, this time she shook her head and let out a giggle, causing me to grin from ear to ear.

At the end of the game, I walked back to the corner on my way I took off my jersey. It was all trickery so that she could see what I was hiding under that jersey. But I still left a little to the imagination because I was still wearing my long-sleeved undershirt.

When I got to the corner, fans were jostling for my attention; but I was only interested in one person. I climbed into the stands and stretched out my arm to hand her my jersey.

"I don't take opponents' jerseys," she said sharply.

Her response only fed my ego and my desire to provoke her. I motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit, but she finally did it. I locked my eyes on hers and before returning to the locker room, I said:

"Don't worry, I'll change your mind."