Julian Hector


I only follow a few football blogs. If you’re part of these fandoms rb and i’ll follow you.

- BVB ( or some bvb players)
- Atletico Madrid (or some atleti players)
- Juventus (or some juve players)
- Mats Hummels
- Robert Lewandowski
- Jonas Hector
- Daley Blind
- Harry Winks
- Mesut Özil
- Max Meyer
- Alexis Sanchez
- Julian Brandt

Thank you all very much

The signs as Baby Mannschaft
  • Aries: Shkodran Mustafi
  • Taurus: Julian Brandt
  • Gemini: Timo Werner
  • Cancer: Julian Draxler
  • Leo: Leon Goretzka
  • Virgo: Jonas Hector
  • Libra: Emre Can
  • Scorpio: Marc-André Ter Stegen
  • Sagittarius: Joshua Kimmich
  • Capricorn: Sebastian Rudy
  • Aquarius: Matthias Ginter
  • Pisces: Niklas Süle
But she was gone.

Note 1: this was supposed to be a Hector Bellerin imagine but It can be read also as with any player you want, since no names are mentioned! Hope you like it :) if you want to, leave a feedback on how you found it! Thank you:) xx

She was an average girl or may I say, an average 23 year old woman. He was a 26 year old man. A man that could have any other female but yet he stuck with her. Or she stuck with him? She had the chance to let go, but she didn’t. He believed him when he said he was sorry when in reality she could let go and find someone else. Someone new. Someone better. People would laugh at her though. She had the Spanish international football player and she would want to let go?

“She must be insane if she let him go” that’s what her aunt said three years ago on Christmas dinner when she was helping her other aunt to clean the plates. Then her other aunt would say something like “If she thinks no one else is going to cheat on her then yes she is insane. He is the best she can ever have. No one will ever be able to provide her all the stuff he does. With all the money he gets, he can save his family, her, her family and he can even help us as well.”

This is how it was. Her family members would always see pounds pictured across his face. They even believed that she only wanted him for his money. And they were fine with it. They also were fine with the fact that he cheated on her. See, money in their lives were much more important than her happiness. She did go back to him though, a year later. Not because they told her to, or because she agreed with their opinion, but because she saw the regret in his eyes. She saw how sorry he was. She saw how he changed through a whole year they were separated.

The day she left him was Christmas eve. The end of the year was near and he wanted to be honest. He believed that she would forgive him. He didn’t think she would be okay with it, but that she would appreciate his honesty. Three weeks ago he visited Spain on a weekend getaway where he slept with one of his old school friends. He was drunk yes, but not drunk enough to not be able to control himself. He was driving her to the airport that day. She was going home for Christmas. She would take the bus back home but him being the perfect boyfriend, he wouldn’t let her take an endless bus journey when she could be back home in a matter of a few hours. He felt the need to talk to her about his actions killing him.

He turned the volume down of the Christmas song that was playing. She stopped her singing and looked at him wondering why he would turn the volume down. He said he wanted to let her know about something before it was too late. She listened to him trying to figure out what it was that had to ruing their so movie-like journey. He said what it was. He said he was sorry. All she could say was “just drive”. She wanted to get to the airport as soon as possible. She was about to burst in tears and she fought it until the moment they got to the airport.

He made a move to hug her, if not kiss her, goodbye. She took a step back and shacked her head in disbelief, hot tears running down her face and an ironic smile placed on her face. What did he expect anyway, him, she just found out that her boyfriend of a whole year, cheated on her, at the age of 20. His last words were “At least text me that you are safe back home.”

That was the last time they saw each other for a year. The next day, Christmas day, after she heard her aunts made her make her biggest decision. She disappeared. For a year, no one knew where she was and what she was doing. She only kept contact with her parents and a few of her friends, to let them know she is okay. Of course, they would all ask for information for where she was or even when she was coming back, but she would never say anything. Until next Christmas, when she went back home. At the airport? She met him. He was coming back to London after a weekend in spain again. It was strange, exactly a year ago it was the last time he saw her. 

He did look for her. But how can you find someone who doesn’t want to be found? When he saw her again it felt like the universe was giving him another chance. Even if he still didn’t know that SHE would give him another chance. He asked how she was, she said she was fine. She looked different but so did he. He looked more mature, she looked more broken, more empty than even before. He smiled at him though so he took the courage to ask her to meet him sometime so they can talk. He didn’t expect her to agree but to his surprise she did. And here they are, two years later they are still together.

She moved in with him, he took care of her and he never ever laid his eyes on another woman. Everything was fine until the past few weeks. He seemed distant. He would come home more late than ever before. And without an explanation. She wouldn’t say anything though. She was never the person who would complain. She kept everything to herself. When he would come home, he wouldn’t say much. He did talk to her, it’s not like he ignored her but it wasn’t the same as before. Not to mention the constant secret texting and email sending. She didn’t want to believe that he is cheating again but yet again he didn’t give her any option.

One day she came home from work, another day her boss had been rude to her, another day where he humiliated her in front of every other coworker. All she needed was her boyfriend’s comfort. She got home when he was on his phone, as soon as he noticed that he wasn’t alone anymore, he ended the call.

“How was your day?” he said and walked to the kitchen, no hugs, no kisses.

“As always.” She said and followed him to make herself a tea. He said that he was glad. If only he knew what she meant with “as always” and was going on at her work place. She could have told him before but he never gave her the chance as he was barely around her the past few weeks.

He sat on a stool and she took a seat for herself in front of him. His eyes were locked on his phone typing as always. She didn’t want to believe that he would be such an ass to sit here, in front of her while texting someone else. She decided to talk about how her days at work have been lately.

“Hey, can we talk?” She looked at him and waited for his answer, he asked her to give him a minute, without even looking at her. Eyes still on the iphone screen.

Five minutes passed. Six. On the seventh, she got up, threw her tea cup in the sink – might have broken it as well – and made her way out of the kitchen.

“What was that for?”

“What was that for? Seriously I don’t even know. The fact that for weeks now you barely talk to me? The fact that you come home as late as possible only for you to eat and if not play same stupid game you go straight to bed? Or maybe that you keep being on your phone talking to god knows who while I’m here literally begging for a word to come out of your mouth, even that would be “Shut up”.” She threw her hands up in the air while she felt her eyes watering up.

“It’s not what it looks like. I promise it’s not.” He said and walked close to her.

“Then what is it? I’m losing my mind! I’m losing my patience.”

“I can’t talk about it.” He can’t talk about it. The perfect answer to make her pick her jacket and make her way out. “Babe don’t do that please I promise you it’s not what you think it its! Trust me. A few days and I can explain. Please.”

“Just leave me alone. I just want to be alone.” She walked out of the door. He didn’t follow her. He knows better than that. She needed her time alone. Him following her would make things worse.

He didn’t follow her until he heard it. The annoying sound of car brakes. He didn’t know what made him look out of the window but he did. And what he saw was enough for him to run as fast as possible. He wrapped his arms around her passed out body. He let pointless sounds leave his mouth. He was screaming. The driver had already called an ambulance but it seemed it was already too late. Her breathless body covered in blood was being shaken by her boyfriend, as if his screams and his arms shaking her, would bring her back to life. As if he could love her back to life. As if she was just playing a game trying to scare him off and she would soon open her eyes.

But she didn’t. You can’t love someone back to life. You can’t turn back time. If he knew what was coming, he would have explained that exact moment she asked him. Because he was right. It’s not what she thought. It was far from what she thought.

But now she was gone. He lost her. She asked him to leave her alone, and it turns out he is the one left alone. What she never found out, was that all this time, he was planning his proposal along with a surprise wedding. If only he was more careful and if only she was more patient and if only she trusted him, she would have been here. She would have been here and married to him in three days. But she was gone.

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confession (a whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine)

this is a sequel to my other imagine, ‘unrequited’ which you can read here.


He used to be a confident guy.

The funny one, the loud one, the life of the party with a permanent smile on his face who was always guaranteed to produce a laugh, an assured smile and a witty comment.

(I mean, just ask any of his club’s supporters or watch one of the many ‘top 10 funny moments’ compilations he had featured in, scattered around Youtube with thousands of views and hundreds more comments.)

Not recently, though.

Recently, smiling had become somewhat of a chore.

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My Favorites.

I’m a bit late to the party this month but better late than never, right? I haven’t done much writing this month but here are my favorite postings. These are pretty much the plots I enjoyed the most and the posts I enjoyed writing.

It’s Not Over Until The Fat Lady Sings (Álvaro Morata), Dog-Sitting (Andreas Pereira) Is There Somewhere (Bastian Schweinsteiger), Bodyguard (Cristiano Ronaldo), Lost And Found (Cristiano Ronaldo), Just A Little Different (Eden Hazard), Photograph (Erik Durm), Painkiller (Erik Durm), D is for Daddy Dearest (Erik Durm), The Art Of Letting (You) Go (Fernando Torres), I’m Gonna Find Another You (Gareth Bale), Drunk /&/ Disorderly (Gianluca Gaudino), I’ll Be There (Héctor Bellerín),  Tell Me A Lie (James Rodriguez), Run Every Time (Jordan Henderson), Not Gonna Write You A Love Song (Julian Draxler), Meet the Parents (Kieran Gibbs), Don’t Forget Your Ring (Lionel Messi), ‘Coffee’ by Miguel (Marc Bartra), What I Did For Love (Marco Reus), Are You Afraid Of The Dark? (Marco Reus), Never Let Me Go, Part 2 (Marco Reus), Use Me (Mats Hummels), Tremors (Mats Hummels), Pity Party (Mesut Özil), The First Day Of School (Neymar Jr.), #BBHMM (Neymar Jr.), Teach You A Lesson (Neymar Jr.), Paying You A Visit (Neymar Jr.), Too Close (Rafinha Alcântara), Happy Father’s Day (Sergio Ramos), Welcome to The Ramos Family (Thiago Alcântara), On The Case (Thiago Silva), Spread The Word (Toni Kroos)

Thanks for stickign around even in my absence! I have been writing little chapters for this Marco Reus fanfic I thought of and it’s really coming together so I’m excited to share it though it will be a while before I do.