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.
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
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.
your day?” he said and walked to the kitchen, no hugs, no kisses.
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.
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.
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.
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.
what it looks like. I promise it’s not.” He said and walked close to her.
is it? I’m losing my mind! I’m losing my patience.”
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.”
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.
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
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this is a sequel to my other imagine, ‘unrequited’ which you
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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.)
Another month down! Thank you to all of you who have followed me and supported the blog in any way. I’ll save the sappy thank you’s. Here are my favorite imagines of the past month. There are a ton but please check some of them out if you haven’t already!
I really loved the plots I have been receiving recently so thank you all for being creative! I’ve had fun writing all of these and if you have the time, here’s plenty for you to enjoy. Thanks again for all of the support!
AHHHHHH!!!! It has officially been one month since I’ve had this blog. I just want to thank all of you for the support whether it was likes, comments, messages, follows, reblogs, everything. I swear I keep up with them all. It really makes my day to know people enjoy my writing and the blog itself.
Since it has been a while and some of you are new to following me, I figured I’d post a list of my favorite imagines I’ve done:
Episode 19: Gumshoe is officially LIVE. Written by Julian Mundy, produced as ever by @mischastanton. Featuring the returns of Lou Gaines, Bridget Chambers, Maggie Elbourne ( @thelaurenshippen ), Petra, and June Barlowe.
Lou Gaines is on a mission to find his friend David Marian, and in the course of his search ropes in others who have felt the sting of ODAR’s wide reach.
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My foot tapped impatiently as I sat staring at my phone, closing and reopening my app for the millionth time today. So far today I had a total of 0 messages.
And I was fighting the urge within me to just send a quick hello, in fear
that I’d come off as overbearing or clingy or annoying or any other
negative word you could think of to describe a girl who was infatuated
with seeing the name ‘Will’ pop up on her phone or computer screen.
was like that sick feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach when you
were starting to gather a childish infatuation with someone that had
you ridiculously giddy for no reason at all. It wasn’t like our
conversations were flirtatious. They were simple in nature which was why
they probably had me as happy as I was.
would check on me, ask how my day was, and we’d just share little
details and stories about our schedules. It was…romantic in a sort of
way. The sort of way that wasn’t really romantic at all but I imagined
it to be.
my friends sat around chatting up each other while I remained
immersed in my phone. For a moment, I slid it away in my pocket in hopes
that would bring me some form of luck.
what are we doing this weekend? I’m thinking that party at Danny’s
place, no?” My best friend Tristan proposed, her blue eyes lighting
up. If there was anyone who enjoyed a good party, it was her. Every
weekend it seemed she was filling the group chat with the details of the
latest party or club event that would be the talk of the town for a
I guess we could do that. It’d be a fine night out. Right, Jas?”
Rebecca turned her eyes toward me. She was the quieter one of the group.
I was somewhat stuck in the middle between her and Tris personality
was, as described, the 'party animal’. Everyone knew her. At
university, she was the one invited to everything and who could get us
into anything. Rebecca on the other hand was shy, timid and very rarely
did she look anyone in the eye. To be honest, the only reason others
knew her was because she was always by Tristan’s side.
there I lie in the middle as the somewhat shy, sometimes outgoing,
sometimes bitchy friend who had a scowl on her face because someone said
I didn’t mind being that person.
guess I’ll go. It’s his birthday right?” It seemed no matter how old we
all got after graduating, we all stayed in touch with our old friends.
We had all moved on to do great things but we’re still in each other’s
lives in some capacity. That included wild birthday celebrations.
smirk immediately pierced Tristan’s grin, a mischevious glint in her
eyes shining to let me know she had something up her sleeve. “That it
and Danny had this ridiculous secret fling they had been having since
freshman year. They called it 'friendly sex’. I called it putting each
other on reserve until they both were mature enough to admit their
So far they hadn’t.
God. What do you have planned? Some birthday rendezvous after the
night’s over?” Becca teased which caused me to chuckle under my breath.
But my mind didn’t stay on the conversation too long as their talk
became muffled around me.
retrieved my phone from my pocket. Still no message. I couldn’t take it
any more so rather than torturing myself, I sent the first message.
immediately dropped my phone face down in front of me so I wouldn’t be
able to see the screen light up once there was a reply sent. My nerves
and anxiety wouldn’t allow me to.
I didn’t have to wait too long as my phone buzzed along the table and I
flipped it over, revealing a message that immediately made me grin.
W: Hey. Sup?
J: Nothing. Grabbing a bite with my friends. You?
W: Stuck in the office. Ughhhhh. Save me! haha
grin broke even wider and I could feel my cheeks heating up some, my
hand cowering in front of my face as I tried to calm myself down before
my friends could notice because if they even caught a slight change of
expression on my face, they’d rip me to shreds.
J: Ha maybe if you lived a little closer I could.
W: I wish I did for that reason :(
mind drifted off to envisioning us living close to the point where I
could hop in my car and go visit, bother him at work, or catch a movie.
Hell, even meet for the first time!
The calling of my name made my head pop up as I saw Tristan watching me
with curiosity. “Why the hell are you smiling so much?”
blushing too,” Becca interjected as she sipped her latte. I shot her a
warning glare which she found a way to avoid by staring down her straw
to pretend to be occupied.
is in your inbox, little one? A man, perhaps?” Tris gave a teasing smirk
which only caused me to roll my eyes and groan. “Absolutely no one.
hadn’t told my friends about Will and for good reason because if I even
thought to tell them I was even slightly interested in this man I
hadn’t met or even seen a picture of, they’d probably throw me to the
sharks and no longer call me their best friend.
that was my flaw when it came to men; I fell for the personality and
the attention far quicker than I should have. In my mind, the men
started as a friend but as soon as they entered my inbox on a nearly
daily basis, you might as well have started printing the wedding
invitations. I was smitten.
is it?” Tris began to peer over to gain a quick look at my phone but I
pulled it away protectively into my lap. “Not telliiiiing,” I sang out
but I knew better than to think they would let me get away with not
telling them anything.
Who are you talking to who has you so giddy? You’ve been looking at
your phone the entire time we’ve been together. Spill it.”
huffed, realizing I was practically cornered and unable to escape the
interrogation I was about to go through. They were my best friends so I guess I should feel comfortable telling them.
a part of me did want to spill all of the wonderful details about this
man I had been hiding in my mind and devices for exactly two weeks and three days now in hopes that
maybe my friends would understand my infatuation.
“His name is Will. I met him on our little chat app.” Immediately their bodies perked up with interest and attention.
“More importantly, what does he look like?”
“About that…I don’t know what he looks like,” I muttered under my breath.
Tristan’s eyes widened in dismay. Rebecca’s face scrunched in confusion behind her black-rimmed Ray Ban glasses.
“You haven’t seen him before?”
shook my head. “But he hasn’t seen me either to be fair. Aside from my
profile picture. That’s it,” I clarified. I didn’t want them to think he
was somehow hiding himself from me. We just hadn’t bothered asking to
see each other and I was comfortable with that though part of me did
wonder what exactly he looked like.
my luck he was some bald man hiding behind a computer screen. I had
thought of that possibility a few times but simply waved it off. I
wasn’t that unlucky.
look who FINALLY posted chapter 1. AHHHHH! i know, crazy wait. my apologies. if you need the prologue to kinda sorta get where this is going click here but as i said it is going to be a fun, bumpy ride i plan on taking you all on.
i did sorta skip past the whole “2 weeks getting to know each other phase” because ah yeah boring! it would have been unneccessary details anyway but i’ll be sure to fill in some blanks as we go along.
as usual, message me with feedback or guesses on who Will is! like and/or reply if you enjoyed :)
Jasmine walked into her quaint apartment, quickly dropping her bag containing an assortment of items she’d need throughout the day, but mainly junk she hadn’t removed in months. It was typical for her to have things in a disarray from her room and her closet to her life. Things were always a mess.
But she found an escape with her laptop and the internet where she could lose herself in the lives of others and even develop relationships with people through a screen she wasn’t able to develop face to face.
She wanted to be the type who could walk into a room and make friends with anyone, who had a plethora of friends to call and text back and forth all day but that just wasn’t reality. She was far too shy to go out on such a limb, largely in fear of embarrassment so she found it much easier to make friends while online.
An exhausted sigh left her lips as she plopped into her desk chair and moved the mouse of her computer to boot it up. Her familiar desktop screen popped up and she immediately clicked on the internet, typing in the address to her favorite chat site.
It had started off as a place for her and her friends to visit to speak to each other in group chat rooms but she soon found herself exchanging conversation with people outside of her circle on various topics from sports and television to personal life.
She knew to be wary of revealing too much about herself such as her location and other dangerous details but she found relief when she could vent to someone aside from her close friends after a long day.
Jasmine entered her password and began surfing the site, checking to see if her friends had logged in yet. They hadn’t so she got up from her seat and began heading off to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
When she returned, there was a message from an unfamiliar name popped open on her screen.
Hi. How are ya?
A confused frown plumped her lips as she reluctantly began moving her fingers against her keyboard.
hi. i know you?
It wasn’t her typical response when someone she didn’t know raided her inbox but she was curious as to who may be messaging her so casually.
Sorry. No. I’m new to these things and you were one of the names online.
Whoever he or she was seemed apologetic and kind so Jasmine immediately relaxed in her seat, feeling somewhat guilty for her brut response.
it’s fine! seriously. i’m great, how are you?
She immediately became curious as to who she was talking to, clicking the black icon to reveal details about the user she was exchanging conversation with but there was little answers provided. The only details the user provided was ‘male’ and an interest in ‘football’. There was no picture associated with their account, no age, no name. It was all rather secretive.
I’m great. Thanks for asking.
She wanted to jump right in with questions of who she was talking to but instead decided to lay them on one by one.
What’s your name?
My friends call me Will. Yours?
Nice. How old are you?
Ohhh. I’m 23. Where are you from?
I live in the U.S. but I’m from Germany as well.
Her eyes immediately widened, interested in knowing who this man was. She found a strange connection to him with the fact he was from Germany as well, though on new terrain. That also interested her.
What started a simple chat turned into more than an hour of back and forth conversation, her curiosity peaked to an undeniable point, while her eyes brightly lit as they surfed across her screen.
Completely unaware of who it was she was truly talking to.
I have now FINALLY posted the opening to Illusion. I hope you all are as excited as I am! Again, this is an idea I randomly got. It’ll be a bit of a secret/piece of the plot who exactly this ‘Will’ character is , haha. Soooo who do you think it all will be about?
I will be giving little hints in each chapter but you’ll never know what pieces are truth and what pieces are lies crafted by this Will character :O
Fun right?! As usual, feedback is VITAL. Let me know your thoughts on it so far and even who you think it is! It’ll be interesting to see if the guesses change as time moves on. The build up or at least this part kinda sucks but it will definitely get better from here.