Also I Just Had This Imagine In Mind Like I Read Somewhere That One Player Finally Said In The Interview

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A Whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine

Trigger warnings: Angst, domestic violence, blood.

Read at your own risk!

If you ever come into contact with such violence against you or anybody you know, please, contact the authorities or call the domestic violence hotlines. Nobody should ever feel oppressed and violated. 

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Tired. You were simply tired of all the meaningless fighting. It wasn’t like you two didn’t have anything to fight for, having been together for so long had to mean something, didn't it? It didn't seem to be enough anymore though, to keep you two together. The once intertwined hands now pointed at each other in rage more often than they met in peace, the only laughter that was shared was out of anger and pity. The kisses once shared turned into harsh words, while love slowly turned into hatred. You don’t even remember when and how it all went wrong anymore. Days you once thought to be the worst of your life now only serving as a proof to the wind before a storm. A storm you were never ready for.

It had come to a point when neither of you even knew whether the other comes home, the bed once shared in peace and love had become only one of the evidences of a broken relationship, a lost war that had only left heaps of unhealed wounds. Some days it seemed to have stopped. The fighting, the lies and the hurt. His hands once again found yours, his lips - your body, leaving love bites next to the bruises he had left before. He had never intended to hurt you, no. He says to even not remember doing so, yet you do. Each mark, each wound, each word that often hurt more than what he left on your flesh for the world to see.

Each mark on his body. Ones you had never left there. Others have. And no matter how much it hurt you, there was nothing you could do about it. The smell of their perfume made you sick, the stains of their lipstick on his shirts made your stomach twist, but your hands never did anything more than clean and fold them for him to wear again, only to return with the same stains, just a different perfume. Was it really none of your business anymore?

More often than not you found yourself hiding. You kept trying to tell yourself that you are hiding from him, when in reality it was you you were hiding from, but couldn’t. Your heart was broken. To an extent where it was way past the point of repair, yet you managed to heal it every time you thought the pain had passed. And you were once again in love. He said to feel the same. Until the next time. And the next time proved to be worse than the ones before. It almost felt gradual. Like levels of a twisted game you never got tired of playing, but when you finally did, it presented you an offer you knew you couldn’t pass. It lured you in. Badly. Yet were you in the wrong for falling for the devil? They say that even the devil was an angel once locked out of the heaven. Maybe it was him the people had warned you and others about.

Summers had always been your favourite. Not because of the blooming nature, the bright colours or the warmth. It was because you could finally put on the dresses you had insisted on buying during the wintertime. It was until this summer that you realised your hatred for them. The marks on your body made you feel disgusted and unloveable. 'No wonder he didn’t love me anymore,' you had thought. 'Who would love somebody this broken on the inside and outside?’ But he did.

You came home to a smell of freshly picked flowers. A smell you had not felt in a long time. And there he was. A living devil in disguise of an angel. He smiled at you, making you wince. What had he done this time? Was it another girl he was trying to apologise for? No, it couldn’t be. He had stopped apologising for it a long time ago. Was it another broken mirror or a wall he had broken in the midst of having a spark of anger? However, his knuckles showed no evidence of it. His hand reached behind his back, you were no fool, you noticed that. You took a step back just as he did toward you. He sighed, yet didn't say a word. Then he spoke up.

“I love you,” he had said after what had felt like years of silence, “I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me and I promise - no more,” he had said.

“Yes,” was your answer, even though your mind and soul was screaming no. He made a promise. You couldn’t do that to him. No, not you. You couldn’t hurt him. Not like he hurt you. Wounds heal, don’t they?

It had been a year since that day. He had come home to you, kissed you on your forehead and given you a bouquet of fleshly picked flowers.

“For you,” he had said. You smiled.

He took you by the hand and lead you to the garden. It was a peaceful night. The stars shone bright. A glass was put in your hand as one was in his. They clinked against each other.

“Cheers,” he toasted and smiled.

So much had changed within a year. It almost felt too good to be true. Almost. One glass turned into two. Two toasts in three, and four clinks in the breaking of the thin glass. Wine coated your lap. You had tried to laugh it off, but the alcohol in his system had other plans.

You had been here before, yet you were not the one to learn from your mistakes. Your body collided with the wall that was recently repaired in the hopes of never being broken again. The blood from your nose soon found your white dress. It was summer after all, and the old wounds had healed. But he wanted more. You looked back at him when he shouted. The veins on his forehead and the black eyes made him look insane. Yet he hadn’t expected your act of bravery. He had not expected to see you looking back at him as he raised his hand.

“Look away,” he demanded. You didn’t. You stood there and looked him dead in the eyes. Understanding. Hurting, but no more hiding.

His hand was still in the air, his breath got caught up in his lungs. Unmoving.

“No more,” she had whispered as she made her way to him. Caressing his cheek in such a manner that made silent tear run down his face. He fell on his knees. Begging.

“No more,” she repeated, as she took off her ring and made her way towards the door. And she didn't look back.

Missing you

A Harry Styles imagine

Based on this request:

hiiii!!! so i'm really wanting to read something like "y/n woke up cuddly", please. ❤

Hope you like it! Requests are open!

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Waking up on Sunday has always been something you’ve looked forward to, no matter how weird it may sound. Ever since you and your boyfriend Harry moved in together, you’ve made an agreement that on this day it will be just the two of you spending your day off, whenever you get the chance. It’s been a long and tiring week for the two of you, so you knew getting out of bed early won’t be an option, and that made you feel perfectly content...At least until you woke up to realise that there is no one sleeping next to you.

You propped yourself on your elbows to get a better view of your shared bedroom, seeing both of your yesterday’s clothes on the floor after the rather steamy events. Harry’s phone and wallet, however, were no longer on his bedside table where you last saw them, which made you frown. You took your phone and checked the time - 9:16AM. The notifications on your phone consisted of the usual news reports, some friends wanting to arrange plans and someone liking your latest post every once in a while. No messages from Harry. You took off the blanket, crawled out of the bed and slowly padded to the bathroom, not wanting to make a lot of noise, even though there was no actual reason to do so. After doing your usual morning routine, you exited the bathroom and tiptoed down the stairs, secretly hoping that Harry has been making breakfast the whole time and you will be able to get your long deserved cuddles, which you have been craving ever since you woke up. Walking into the kitchen made disappointed find its way into the pit of your stomach, seeing that not only there was no food ready to be devoured, but also no Harry and his strong arms to hold you. I know, priorities. Before getting slightly irritated by the fact that he has left the house without making sure you knew as to where, you heard the front door unlock and Harry’s heavy Chelsea boots making their way into the house, making a relieved sigh leave your mouth. You then propped yourself on the dark marble counter of your kitchen, slightly wincing at the cold surface hitting your bottom and making you shiver.

Harry, on the other hand, took of his boots, happily humming a new tune he had come up with when he woke up this morning, seeing you sound asleep by his side. Even though he did not want to leave you, breakfast for two sounded good enough to leave the warmth of your body and to head downstairs in order to cook a mean French toast with eggs and bacon. To his surprise there was no food left in the refrigerator, his only option being grocery shopping, which is exactly what he did, hoping to be back before his love woke up. Unfortunately for him, after taking his boots and coat off and making his way towards your shared bedroom, forgetting the shopping bags by the door, as he approached the room, he noticed you no longer sleeping as the little angel you are, very well knowing you never wake up this early, and a worried expression made its way onto his face. As he hurriedly headed towards the bathroom, hoping to see you there, he was met with the soft voice he had fallen for when you two first met.

“Are you looking for something?” You spoke up.Harry quickly spun around, his green eyes meeting yours, worry leaving his body as he takes in your appearance - hair disheveled, cheeks red and lips puffy as usual, begging to be kissed, your body only clad with his dress shirt from last night, baring the right amount of skin to get Harry worked up, his breath heaving.

“Morning, love. What are you doing up so early? You got me worried for a second here.” Harry said while making his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“I woke up and you were gone, I thought something happened..” you sofly said and looked up to him with your puppy dog eyes, making Harry inwardly curse.

“Oh, baby. I was doing some shopping, we must’ve forgot to buy more food, the fridge was empty” he reassured while stroking your hair, making you sigh.

“I missed you, Harry. I was hoping for some cuddles when I woke up” you sadly said.

With that Harry picked you up and took you to your bed, softly landing the two of you on its soft surface.

“I missed you, too, babygirl” he said, wrapping his arms around your warm body, and kissed your forehead, his scent enveloping you as you slowly fell back asleep in the arms of the man you love unconditionally, while Harry himself thanked the lucky stars for having someone like you by his side.

New series alert!

Hi guys!

I have been thinking about writing new series on Kylo Ren x !Princess Reader, where the reader is also the last Sith sorceress. I am not sure whether or not you are familiar with the concept of Sith magic, however, I have had this idea for a long time now and the whole series is essentially mapped out already.

It would take you through the rise of Kylo Ren right after Ben Solo had turned to the dark side up until the events of the sequels, although it would not follow everything that happened in TFA, TLJ and TROS. You would be able to follow the story of the princess reader and her journey through learning about her abilities after a tragedy strucks her home planet and she is forced to flee from the grasp of the First Order and its Supreme Leader Snoke.

I don’t want to give away too much, but even I am excited to see how this story unfolds, so if you are interested in reading this story, do let me know in the comments or my inbox. I would be happy to give you a prologue by the end of the next week!

Give it to me please 💕😍

It has been posted, love. Hope I didn’t leave you disappointed. 

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hii just wanted to say that I love your new kylo ren story idea and I look forward to reading it 😊

Thank you so much! 💕 I am really excited to be writing again, especially about Kylo, even though I haven’t done it before. So I really hope the new series will meet your expectations. Stay tuned! :)

Hi how are u love ? 💕

Hello! Thank you for asking! I am good, busy, but nevertheless good! Been busy organising an event and also ran into a major writer’s block lol. I have a few imagines already done, but I am not entirely satisfied with them, so as soon as corrections are made, they will be up! How are you? :)

I'm that anon from the baguette part. I love him so much and that's really cool of you to write for him keep it going lovely!! I'll be now singing here as a 🥖 so u know it's me 😂

I think we have a deal, my baguette anon 🥖 :)

Hi that imagine I requested today with antoine trying to win you over was everything I wanted like you did it perfectly. Have a nice day love

Thank you for your feedback! You put a smile on my face, because I was genuinely worried for a second there. Have a nice day! :)

All that matters

An Antoine Griezmann imagine

Based on this request:

Request for y/n being insecure about her looks and her body because the other wives/girlfriends look so much better than her in her opinion? (And can it take place during the World Cup celebrations?) oh and this is for Antoine btw

Enjoy!

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Crowds. Crowds of people surrounded the football pitch in hopes for their favourite team to win. Cheers embraced you as Antoine scored his penalty shot against Croatia. Another goal closer to being the champions of the world. A pang of proudness shot through your heart, and an enormous grin found its way on your face. You knew how much it meant to him. He has always wanted to make his country and family proud, but most importantly - he wanted to make you proud. You found yourself in the middle of friends, families and lovers of the other football players and you couldn’t help but to notice the how beautiful the other women were. Their cheekbones looked almost carved by gods, their lips plump, hair done to the perfection and their slim figures moved themselves in the rhythm of another cheer song. A sudden insecurity hit you that you were probably looking like you have too much going on at a time, your hair a mess, face flushed from cheering too much, clothes chosen to be as comfortable as possible, not glamorous like the others’. Your arms found their way around your midriff, almost shielding your stomach. You couldn’t help yourself, you knew you are nothing compared to them. Tears pricked in your eyes when you understood that Antoine deserves someone flawless, like him.

Til the end of the match only a couple of minutes were left, a huge smile was plastered on your face both because the french national team is destined to finally win and because you were trying to put your mind at ease from all the negative thoughts about yourself. It was Antoine’s day, you couldn’t bring yourself to be so selfish and ruin his mood with your own problems. As the whistle blew, tears slid down your cheeks. They had done it! You noticed Antoine on the pitch, happy tears in his eyes and that gorgeous smile of his on his face as he congratulated his teammates. Some were running towards their children to bring them on the pitch, some were rushing to their wives and girlfriends to engulf them in an embrace and say thank you for supporting them. Seeing them together made you feel crushed, because you knew that next to Anto you look like a nobody, yet he was still there, calling loud and clear for your name and extending his arms as if waiting to be hugged.

He was ecstatic, absolutely mind blown and couldn’t believe that he had just won. His mind was going a million miles per hour, yet the first thing he thought of was you. He searched for you in the crowd and when he found you, his legs started working before his mind did. He couldn’t help himself, he was in awe of how beautiful you look in his jersey, the stripes of the french flag drawn on your cheeks. Hair up in a perfect mess, showing off your beautiful face. Once he reached the benches, he noticed the look on your face, though the smile was bright, it didn’t quite reach your eyes the way he loves it so much. Your eyes were filled with sorrow as you looked upon the families of his mates. He called for you:

“(Y/N)! Baby!”

She ran towards him and quite literally almost fell over from the excitement of seeing him.

“I am so proud of you, Anto,” she whispered in his neck as he tightened his hold on her.

“I did this all for you, love,” he whispered back, feeling his eyes sting once again, now that he is in the arms of his lover.

He lifted you up and spun you around, shouting out of excitement, and though at first you were doing the same, you soon realised that he is holding up the whole weight of your body, the feeling of insecureness once again returned and you begged him to let you down.

“Hey, what’s wrong, mon amour?”

“It’s nothing, you are tired, I don’t want you to hurt yourself while holding me up for so long, you still have to celebrate, you know,” you tried to laugh it off, however the hint of panic in your voice screamed louder than your words to Antoine to know that something indeed was wrong.

“Tell me, please. I want to know what’s bothering you,” he said, once again engulfing you, knowing that cameras are everywhere and will probably catch the two of you off guard at some point.

“It’s nothing. Just stupid old me being stupid”

“You are not stupid, stop it, (Y/N). Please, I am begging you,” he said, took your face in his hands and looked deeply in your eyes.

You looked away. Once again your eyes averted to other girlfriends and you couldn’t help but sigh at how gorgeous they looked. Antoine, however, not being a fool soon caught up.

“Is it because of them? Did they say anything bad to you? Did they hurt your feelings? Tell me,” he demanded, getting rilled up even from the thought of them being rude to you.

“No, no, they didn’t, I promise.. It’s just..”

“It’s just what?”

“I am nothing compared to them… I am not as beautiful or skinny or well dressed as them. Hell, I look like a wet rat while they look like angels in this stupid rain,” you confessed, your voice small, “I am not worthy of you, Antoine. I will never be that someone you are proud to show off, I will never be the one people look up to and call beautiful, I'm just not..” you trailed off.

“I… I-I..” he stuttered, “I cannot believe how big of a fool you are, (Y/N). You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever had the chance to lay my eyes upon in my entire life. What you were saying are all lies. I love you for who you are and the way you are. No one will ever be able to top that. God, I am so smitten with you that even the thought of you thinking so low of yourself makes me angry. Please, never, ever say that again. I promise you that 'til the day I die I will cherish every single inch of you and will make it my task to prove you how truly beautiful you are. Don’t ever be ashamed of it. I will carry you in my arms until they give out and then I will pick you up again and again. Je t’aime.” he breathed out and you couldn’t help the smile on your face from appearing and tears glistened in your eyes.

He took you by the hand, intertwined your fingers and took you down to the pitch. He put his medal around your neck and kissed you in the pouring rain.

“I am only a winner, because I have you,” he breathed out and kissed you once again.

Everything else faded away, it was just the two of you in the world. And it is all that matters.

Hey! I saw you’re taking requests so I thought maybe something about Antoine being with a new girl after Erika and him broke up and she’s a lot younger then him and she meets his family for the first time and she feels really insecure and scared that his family will think she‘s ruining his life?

Hiii! I am working on it! Though I got a bit carried away, so it’s going to be a rather lengthy one and will be split in two parts. It will include a lot of background as to how they met as well! I hope that’s okay with you. If you will want me to write a part three to it, than please request it after I post, and I will gladly do it! :) As for now, you can keep requesting other imagines! Thank you!