A (kinda very short) Julian Brandt imagine. I wrote this last night (my first imagine after a long time). I hope you like it. FYI: English is not my first language.
Early mornings ā you loved them, no you adored them. While most people you knew rather spend their weekends in bed until lunchtime, your inner clock just couldnāt stop. 7 A.M is your time ā always has been and probably always will be.
Your boyfriend is quite the opposite, spending every single minute he can in bed ā which also makes him late most of the time (and very lazy).
This morning was no different. You woke up, rolled out of bed, tiptoed your way to your big bedroom windows and opened your curtains a little bit. Just so you had enough light to roam around the room without tripping over something. As you took a look at your blonde boyfriend, who was still fast asleep, you felt your heart beating against your ribcage. Four years and counting and that idiot still made butterflies appear inside of you ā even while being asleep. So, instead of going downstairs (like you normally do right after you wake up) you got back into bed, snuggling against Julianās naked warm torso. You were well aware of the fact that it would probably take some more hours until he woke up ā it was Sunday after all and he had a tough game the night prior ā but you decided that work (and coffee) could wait for a little longer.
After caressing his biceps for some time, he began to stir in his sleep, his nose crunching up softly. āAre you watching me?ā, he mumbled, voice thick from sleep. āNo.ā, you answered quietly, letting your hand run through his messy hair. āI know you are.ā āYou havenāt even opened your eyes yet, why should you know?ā āYou just exposed yourself.ā, Julian said, a lopsided grin gracing his tired face. āShushā, you muttered turning around, but his arms quickly sneaked around your body, holding you tightly against his front.
āAre we ready to leave the bed?ā, you asked him after a while of cuddling. āItās not even nine yet and Iām not even fully awake yet, so no.ā, Julian said, his thumb brushing over your hand. āIām not even tired anymore.ā, you sighed, āYou never are.ā, he exclaimed and even if you couldnāt see his face right now you just knew he was a) rolling his eyes and b) grinning like an idiot.
As you turned around, Julian wasted no time to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, his hand finding the back of your neck. āHi.ā, you giggled, pressing your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. āHi.ā, he mimicked, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair. āAre you awake now?ā, you asked, but the only answer you received was a grimace. āIām going to keep you in this bed the whole day.ā, Julian announced, pulling you a little closer once again. āThanks for asking me for my opinion.ā, you huffed. āCome on, Y/N. Itās Sunday.ā, he tried to argue, but you still werenāt that convinced, yet. āCome on.ā
āI have things to do.ā, you told him, but now Julian seemed like the one who wasnāt convinced. āCome on.ā, he repeated, his voice already muffled as his lips began brushing against your neck. āI know what you are doing.ā, you laughed, pulling his face from your body. āOh yeah?ā, he asked confused, his lips quickly attaching to your neck again. āCome on.ā, now his lips began brushing over your jaw, leaving little kisses along the way. āI know you want it Y/N.ā
When are you posting your next drabble or imagine? xx
Probably soon, I just had some troubles in my private life and I didn't really feel like writing, sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope you understand.
Also, I have been receiving some really hateful asks because I haven't posted anything the last few days. And I just wanna let you know that some of the stuff some of you send me is quite hurtful and maybe you could think about the fact that I am allowed to write whenever I want to. I really enjoy it and sometimes I could do it all day, but I hope you understand that I also have a private life which sometimes is quite rough.
Hope you understand and I will be back soon šš But thank you so much to everyone who has been so incredibly nice to me šš
I loved āwelcome to fatherhoodā !!!! Iām so glad you wrote about Hakim too , Iām glad heās been getting some love ! Thank you for writing for us ššššššš
āI canāt believe she is finally here.ā, he mumbled, readjusting his grip on her, holding her close to his chest, āHi babygirl.ā, he cooed, brushing over her slightly reddened cheek. āYou did amazing Y/N.ā, he continued, stretching a little so he could place a soft kiss on your lips. You felt sore and tired and also a little dizzy, but nothing in this world would have been able to stop you from watching Hakim with your new-born daughter.
JuliĆ”n dating a Latina pleaseeeeeee thatās something that Iād like to see!
I have had this request in my inbox for some time and every time I read it I thoughtĀ āhm..what could I write about? How would I portray Y/N?ā and to be honest I donāt really want to write about Y/N being Latina, because what doesĀ ābeing latinaā mean? I am not comfortable stereotypically writing about a culture, in a language I am not really a part of and I know way too less of, of course it could have been fun, but someone could maybe feel hurt by that and thatās something I do not. want. I hope you respect that and I am sorry, but I have plenty other Julian Brandt Imagines and some new ones will be posted soon. xx
Someone requested a Dele Alli imagine where Dele and Y/N fight and he says some hurtful things (+ Angst) but I deleted the request by accident. Sorry!Ā
Enjoy!Ā
Everyone who would have entered your living room would have been able to feel it ā the tension, making your ā normally very beloved - home feel like a place you suddenly couldnāt feel safe, loved and familiar anymore. The screaming had died down, but the emotions didnāt. Your vision was blurry as you carefully tried to pick up the broken pieces from the plate that was shattered against the wall not even two minutes ago. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an unbelievable emptiness inside of you, but still you couldnāt stop the tears from running down your cheek, wetting them again and again.
Dele had left the house as soon as you broke down after hysterically screaming at his face. The two of you struggled with your boths emotions quite regularly. Screaming and fighting was something that happened almost on a regular basis, but after getting over it after an hour you were always able to fix the original problem by talking about it.
But this felt different.
This felt like something that could change your whole relationship. Not only was it the first time a fight got a little physical, it was the first time your boyfriend Dele lost his temper completely, screaming at you in a volume that left you crying. And it was the first time you two started to call the other one nasty names. You felt shocked, sad and hurt, but also disappointed in yourself. Disappointed that you didnāt even try to handle it in a calmer manner. You wanted to talk do Dele, immediately, but thinking about calling him and only being rejected made you decide against the idea of making the first step.
Tonight, you went to bed alone, eyes all swollen up from the previous crying. The bed felt empty, even cold. You tossed and tuned, trying out every position possible, only to give up when the clock read two in the morning. While moving down to the couch in your living room you turned your phone back on for the first time this night, only to be shown that no one had called or texted you ā silly twitter mentions, nothing more. He hadnāt called and the thought of him never calling again sent you into another fit of tears.
After falling back asleep on your sofa you didnāt really noticed when your front door unlocked, a tired Dele stumbling into your shared apartment. He shook his head after he passed your sleeping figure on the couch, the TV softly playing in the background. When you heard a rumble in the kitchen you hastily got up, scared that someone had broken into your home. Before you even had the chance to think about the possibilities of acting you now had, you boyfriend appeared in the doorframe, sending you a hesitate smile. You felt relief taking over your body, but after examining his tall frame for a while, you started to think about everything that had left his mouth earlier this day, leaving you sobbing and extremely sad on the cold floor of your kitchen.
āWhy are we like this?ā, you asked him with a sad smile, āI donāt understand.ā, you added softly, the tears already burning in your eyes again. āI donāt know.ā, he sighed, slowly walking over to the couch you were sitting on. āAre you ok?ā, he wanted to know, his worried eyes watching every move you made. You nodded, a bit hesitantly, but you did. You felt ok, relieved and you were glad to see him, but you also felt hurt, anger and sadness inside of you. āI donāt know why I start acting like this during a fight, there is no other person on this planet that I love as much as I love you. I canāt believe I decided to speak to you like this in that moment.ā, Dele said all of a sudden, leaving you a bit surprised. You looked at him again, suddenly seeing the redness in his eyes, lids looking a bit puffy. āWhere did you go?ā, you asked instead of commenting on his apology. āI went to Harryās place.ā, he replied, sitting down on the opposing couch. You didnāt really know what else to say, so you just nodded, zoning out a bit as he didnāt say anything else.
You could already see the sun rising through window in front of the balcony, but either you nor Dele dared to get up and move to the bedroom or even talk. It was silent, the whole time, the whole three hours you had sat there, facing each other but looking away each time you got caught, trying to make it look like you were staring into space. Your eyes felt heavy and you werenāt really sure if you were able to stay in this position for some more time. After trying to stay awake for another twenty minutes you decided to get up, not once looking into your boyfriendās direction.
After moving into the bedroom and lazily throwing on an ugly pair of pajamas you went to bed, feeling cold and unwanted. But it didnāt take too long until you heard your boyfriendās footsteps slowly moving closer to your bedroom. You turned around so you werenāt facing the door anymore and after almost starting to believe he had made the decision to stay in your small. guest bedroom heard the door being softly opened. Dele tiptoed over to his side of the beg, bumping into the small cupboard that was placed at the end of your bed. You felt a little startled as he fell down on the bed, making mattress dip slightly.
There were so many things you wanted to say, speak out loud. The thought of this being the end of your relationship made you want to start blabbering. You wanted him to hear you out, you wanted. him to understand your side of the story and you also wanted to apologize. And you wanted him to apologize. But instead of saying anything you listened. To the soft hum leaving his lips, deep breaths and the sounds of him shuffling around with his blanket. Before you finally felt your eyes closing, you suddenly felt his warm fingers softly grasping yours, pulling your arm a bit into his direction. āI love you and I hope you know that.ā, he muttered, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, but you werenāt quite sure if it was the right moment for you to say something. āWe need to stop fighting like this, I love you too much.ā, he continued, his hand not leaving yours once. Still, you decided to stay quiet, but through a little squeeze of his hand you were definitely sure he understood what you wanted to tell him. I love you.
āTell me you need meāwith Matthijs de Ligt oh god imagine thatš»
āTell me you need meā - Matthijs de Ligt Drabble (very light smut)
āBabe.ā, you mumbled, pressing your cheek against your neck as his light kisses tickled the exposed skin on your neck, āStop that.ā, you let out a giggle, trying to push your boyfriend Matthijs a little away from you. āBut babeā¦ā, he whined, sneaking his arms around your torso. āIām busy. Canāt you see that?ā, you tried again, giving him a slightly annoyed look. But your boyfriend just wouldnāt stop.
At first, he wandered a bit around in your large kitchen, dropping little tomatoes into his mouth from time to time. You watched him with careful eyes as he slowly walked over to you once again. āAre you done?ā, he whispered in your ear, his long fingers brushing over your stomach. āNot yet.ā, you mumbled, enjoying the kisses he began placing all over your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin. āYou better hurry then.ā, Matthijs mumbled, pulling your hair to one side. āGive me five more minutes.ā
Letting out a big breath you felt your boyfriends hand brushing over the side of your thighs, the skin he already touched feeling hot. āMatthijs.ā, you moaned, head falling back against his chest as you suddenly felt his hand on the inside of your thigh. āAre you done now?ā, he asked, whispering in your ear. āBabe.ā
āNow?ā, he asked again, fingers brushing over the hem of your panties. You dropped the dishtowel, head bumping against Matthijsā chest once again. āTell me you need me.ā, he spoke softly, his fingers slowly working their way to your core.
I love your answer about Julian moving to Borussia Dortmund. In general I love the vibe on your blog and all the good Content, youāre such a blessing for tumblr fandom š
Thank you very much, luckily I donāt really get any ānegativeā messages and I hope it stays that way. I would like my tumblr do be a drama-free page where people can just enjoy the stuff I write. š
I am excited for him, everything new and a new chapter of life starts very soon!!! He looks very good in that kit, fight me, and I canāt wait to see this little angel on the bitch making all the people, that hate him now, stan š¤§š
Pretty sure no matter what happens, Julian will be fine.
