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Instagram au - You and Ben decide to take a summer break when he's on pre season, even if some of his teammates want you home.
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Hey guys! I decided to start my writing again, i hope you like my first time trying to write Instagram AU. Please give me some feedback and requests! 🤍
Hey guys! So, after months of not writing, I have decided to finally start writing again. I have a few ideas but would, of course, love some of your amazing requests! I have also been thinking about writing about people other than footballers, for example, singers or actors who in which I feel could be amazing for the stories if that is something you guys would be interested in.
I'm so sorry if there have been requests I haven't gotten back to. If so, feel free to send them to me again. Have the best day! 🤍
Hey guys! So, after months of not writing, I have decided to finally start writing again. I have a few ideas but would, of course, love some of your amazing requests! I have also been thinking about writing about people other than footballers, for example, singers or actors who in which I feel could be amazing for the stories if that is something you guys would be interested in.
I'm so sorry if there have been requests I haven't gotten back to. If so, feel free to send them to me again. Have the best day! 🤍
Authors note: This is my first Jude Bellingham imagine! I hope you all like it 💓
"Don't leave," you mumbled as you slightly opened your eyes and watched as your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed. Is toned back facing you as he ran his hands over his eyes in order to remove the tired morning sight.
"I need a wee," you heard Jude say back with a laugh as he turned around to your resting body. His hand fell onto your cheek as he pushed away the odd hair in which laid on your face. His smile was so delicate, and his body suited so well on your fresh white sheets.
"Oh then, please go to the bathroom," you quickly said with a laugh as you sat yourself up and watched Jude clambering the bed. "I would prefer to keep a white bed rather than yellow," you added as you shouted so he could hear you from the bathroom. It is very rare that you and Jude ever get to have a quiet morning with the sound of the TV playing and your arms wrapped in one another's.
"I heard that," Jude announced as he came back into the room with a giggle falling from his mouth. You where sat up against the grey headboard as you watched his large body jump back into bed. His head rested on your bare thigh once the white sheets fell from your legs and all onto his side. You had never met someone so needy for a duvet. Jude did not know what the word sharing was and had no intention of learning it.
"What do you want to do today?" You asked as you watched his face rest on your leg and his arm rap around the other. He became a baby under your touch.
"Stay here," He answered with a mumble. He kissed the skin off your leg as your hands wandered through his dark hair. You often wondered if he had always been this soft, or was it just your power?
"We can't stay here all day," you explained with a laugh as you watched his eyes shut at the feeling of your fingers against his hair.
"Hmmmm, whatever you say," Jude whispered as he started to draw random lines across your skin with his eyes still completely shut. His breath was delicate against you, and you knew how much a quite relaxing morning would help him after such a busy week. You loved life like this. Perfect and lazy.
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Authors note: This is my first Neymar jr imagine! Please leave feedback, I greatly appreciate it.
You thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners. Truth is, love is giving half of your food even when they say they weren't hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to their snores and refraining from shoving them off the bed. It's talking in accents just to make the laugh and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable makeups. Love isn't pretty and romantic. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.
You stood on the balcony of your honeymoon, sweet. The floods of guests stood singing and beaming in the court yard. It was your big day, and it wasn't just a day that you were excited for. It was the rest of your life. Your hands held the metal running across the Juliet balcony. The sun was dancing of the ring in which held the most important thing to you, your love. You inhaled, feeling the most clear breath you had gained all day. It was now stress free. You felt your husbands hands wrap around your small frame. His hands sat on the bodes of your white gown, and his head was resting on your shoulder as he inhaled your comforting scent.
"You look gorgeous bebê" He said in his soft angelic accent. You leaned into his embrace as your eyes watched your family and friends dance and sing as if it was their last day. Your hands fell on top of his as the cold feeling of his new ring laid rest on your palm.
"I think I can say the same to you," you softly said with a smirk as you turned around in his embrace. Your eyes looked up through your lashes as his signature smirk fell so deeper into your vision. You were addicted to him.
"I'm glad where on the same page," He said in a smile as his lips fell lightly onto yours. You let out a giggle at his obvious jokes. His hands were taking up the majority of your back. Neymar had never had a clear obsession with wedding dresses, but in this moment, he was the one most addicted. He could have kept you in this pure look for the rest of your lives.
"Where always on the same page," you remark with a laugh as your hands hold him from behind your back and slowly unwrapped them from your body. His eyes were piercing into you. It was as if he was telling a million stories just by looking at you. "Come on, we have guests," you added, stringing the s on your last word as you wondered past him with a swing of your hips. He quickly ran his body to you as he quickly wondered to your moving back and hunched over to grab your hand. His eyes were resting on the curves in your body. If it was up to him, he would have you in this suite all day. You wouldn't have complained he was sculpted from god in his perfectly fitted suit and his delicately styled hair.
"Do you know what I think we should do for a joint wedding present?" He casually asked as you shut the door and walked hand in hand down the grand hallway. His hand was modelled into yours.
"What?" You asked with a smile as you looked up at his working face. He looked down at you with a smirk and nothing but a giddy laugh.
Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Neymar Jr. imagine, so I really hope you enjoy it. 😉 I would greatly appreciate feedback and requests ❤️ Thank you all so much for the support 💌
"I think Davi needs a brother or sister," He explained with a teethy grin. You simply shuck your head with a smile as you tugged him quicker down the hall. Maybe he was right? After all, it was your wedding night.
im not very creative but maybe an enemies to lovers fic or friends to lovers?
Nightmare neighbours
Player: Mason Mount
TW: Fluff, swearing, mentions of break up
Authors note: This is my first Mason Mount imagine! Please send feedback 🥰
In a world where you can be anything, why would you be irritating? That was the question in which you had been asking yourself for the past 3 weeks. Living in London was the best decision you had ever made, but that was until your neighbour moved in. Loud music, huge parties, and constant shouting. You lived in fear of bumping into him. He was rude, cocky and thought far too highly of himself. He was everything you wouldn't look for in an acquaintance, let alone a neighbour. The only thing he was good at was taking your parcels.
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"And why do I have this pleasure of seeing you?" He smugly asked with a cock of his head as he looked at you from the door. You stood holding a dull expression and eyes that where burning holes through his skin.
"My parcel is here," you explained with folded arms. "Again," you added with slightly more anger. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the box in which was stood next to his door.
"I kept it at the door," He stated, handing it over to you as his fingers brushed yours. Your cheeks burned up into heat, and the interaction between the man made your heart race and butterflies to come alive in your stomach. "Why did you take so long to pick it up?" He asked with a curious lift of his eyebrow. You snapped from the feeling of ecstasy running through your body. He was so nosy that it made your blood boil.
"I have tried knocking three times already, and every time you have stupidly loud music or a drive full of cars," you said back with even more attitude than before. You got on your heels and started to walk back to your house. You didn't hear the door close. Instead, you heard his irritating laughs bellowing from the frame.
"Moaning isn't going to help you in life!" He shouted back as you reached the end of the drive. You rolled your eyes before seeing an old couple glaring at you and Mason. You scoffed before running from his drive. You heard his front door shut, and you sworn to yourself you would never associate yourself with that man again
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All day, you had wondered when the nightmare neighbour would finally shut up. He had all the Chelsea team shoved in his garden drinking, swearing, and singing through the day. You wouldn't mind this from anyone else, but it was the second time this had happened in a week, and you were trying your hardest to get ready for a date. You stood staring at your closet, wishing and wondering what dress would look best. You heard the roaring of cars from outside, and you knew this was going to be one of those days.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, slamming your closet door shut and throwing yourself onto your bed. You couldn't understand how one person could party all day and start at 11 in the morning.
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You stood at your front door, looking down at your phone.
Sorry love, I can't make it tonight. Another work meeting.
It was the fourth time your boyfriend had cancled on you in the past month. You knew it was over, you wasn't stupid but you had wished you hadn't gone to all this effort - you wore your nice dress, did the most perfect makeup and shaved as if your life depended on it. You let out a loud breath as you sat yourself at the front door. The cold air decorated your body as you tried to understand what had happened to this so-called fairy tail. You shut your eyes as you hear the opening of a door with the booming of music and screaming coming from it.
"You ok?" You heard Mason shout as he gently shut his front door. You looked up at the surprising sound of his tone. You had never heard him sounding so gentle. It was normally so cocky and smug.
"Erm y-yeah," you softly said with a tight lip smile. Your eyes told different. They were red and dull, just like the way you felt.
"You sure?" He asked, not believing your soft words. You went to reply before feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You dropped your head into your hands. The sound of your soft sobs fell into Masons' ears. You felt his presence fall next to you and the delicate feeling of his arm wandering across your back. You knew he was drunk, but there was something about his warm and delicate comfort that you wanted more off. "You don't have to lie," He softly explained as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up at him, and his eyes caught yours. You had never noticed, but his features were the most addictive you had ever seen. You offered him a smile before his hands delicately pushed the tears from your face. He was soft, not smug if anything quite the opposite.
"I'm sick of him," you mumbled as your head fell onto the shoulder of his. His scent was inviting and almost comforting as the tears still decorated your face. You weren't mad at him. You were glad of him.
"Who?" He asked with a wonder as he looked down intently at your small body under his touch.
"My boyfriend," you explained. "More like ex-boyfriend now," you corrected yourself with a dry laugh as you looked down at the promise ring he had given you so long ago. Promises were sometimes meant to be broken.
"Oh, that explains the dress," he said with a laugh as he lightly touched the fabric of your dress covering your bare thigh. His fingers accidently dragged across your skin, causing a slight spark to form in your body. You looked up at him with a smile. He was different in this light - he was soft, caring, gentle, and had a lot more time for you than usual. "Sometimes in life, some things are meant to end... but it's only so good things can start, " Mason explained. His eyes were piercing brown as they never broke contact with you. His body was still wrapped in yours, and the one thing breaking you both apart from your feelings was the warm summer breeze dancing across your shoulders. You didn't say anything, words where no longer able to describe the way you felt in that moment. It would have taken a million years to describe the immense and overwhelming feeling you felt. His face started to fall closer to yours, and his large hand found their way to your waist. His dark brown hair was still perfectly styled, and you couldn't help but admire the way it complemented his skin. Before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands found their way around the back of his neck, and you had never felt closer to the man in front of you. You felt as though you were swimming in stars, and it was euphoric. Maybe he was a nightmare neighbour, but sometimes nightmares become dreams, and dreams turn into realities.
Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Mason Mount imagines, so please excuse if it is bad 🤣 I am starting to expand my imagines into different clubs so be sure to request any players you would like me to write about 😊 Please leave feedback as it is greatly appreciated and really helps me progress further 😀 Thank you all so much for the support ❤️ have an amazing day 🙏 Masterlist 2022 💌 Masterlist 2023 💌
