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You win - Julian Brandt Imagine

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 – you loved them, no you adored them. While most people you knew rather spend their weekends in bed until lunchtime, your inner clock just couldn’t stop. 7 A.M is your time – always has been and probably always will be.

Your boyfriend is quite the opposite, spending every single minute he can in bed – 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 – 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 Julian’s naked warm torso. You were well aware of the fact that it would probably take some more hours until he woke up – it was Sunday after all and he had a tough game the night prior – 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. “Are you watching me?”, he mumbled, voice thick from sleep. “No.”, you answered quietly, letting your hand run through his messy hair. “I know you are.” “You haven’t even opened your eyes yet, why should you know?” “You just exposed yourself.”, Julian said, a lopsided grin gracing his tired face. “Shush”, you muttered turning around, but his arms quickly sneaked around your body, holding you tightly against his front.

“Are we ready to leave the bed?”, you asked him after a while of cuddling. “It’s not even nine yet and I’m not even fully awake yet, so no.”, Julian said, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I’m not even tired anymore.”, you sighed, “You never are.”, he exclaimed and even if you couldn’t 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. “Hi.”, you giggled, pressing your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “Hi.”, he mimicked, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair. “Are you awake now?”, you asked, but the only answer you received was a grimace. “I’m going to keep you in this bed the whole day.”, Julian announced, pulling you a little closer once again. “Thanks for asking me for my opinion.”, you huffed. “Come on, Y/N. It’s Sunday.”, he tried to argue, but you still weren’t that convinced, yet. “Come on.”

“I have things to do.”, you told him, but now Julian seemed like the one who wasn’t convinced. “Come on.”, he repeated, his voice already muffled as his lips began brushing against your neck. “I know what you are doing.”, you laughed, pulling his face from your body. “Oh yeah?”, he asked confused, his lips quickly attaching to your neck again. “Come on.”, now his lips began brushing over your jaw, leaving little kisses along the way. “I know you want it Y/N.”

“Maybe I do.”, you whispered.

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Idiot - Leon Goretzka Imagine

Requested: @itsqueenness I hope you like the imagine. Feedback would be much appreciated

Request: Y/N and Leon love each other, but he has a girlfriend 

“You are such an idiot.”, you laughed hysterically, watching Leon trying to get the perfect selfiefor his Instagram, “and so full of yourself.”, you added shaking your head as you noticed he tried to pull off a sexy duckface. ”I hope you know duckfaces are already over again, you are late Kim K!”

“Stop being mean and stop judging me, Y/N!”, Leon groaned, dropping the big smartphone on his chest, “You should support me in whatever I do.”, he continued shooting you alook. “I should support you when you make a fool of yourself? God, Goretzka, pull that lip in,you look like Kylie Jenner.”, watching Leon take selfies was actually one of your favorite activities, the way he tried his best to look as irresistible as possible mainly involved him opening the first few buttons of his shirt, puckering his lips a bit. It was quite entertaining, but your also always felt a little ashamed on Leon’s behalf.

“Oh, hi Y/N!”, you heard Leon’s girlfriend’s voice all of a sudden, making you turn around in the lounge chair you sat on. “Hey.”, you said, trying your best to actually shoot her a real-looking-smile. It didn’t take long before you felt too awkward and useless after Leon’s girlfriend of the week showed up, strutting over the terrace, falling into his lap. You mumbled a pathetic excuse, telling Leon to text you whenever,before you fled the scene, leaving the two ‘lovebirds’one their own.

As you sat in your car, you couldn’t help out but let out a deep breath, your forehead quickly finding your steering wheel. You hated Leon’s new girlfriend and you even hated Leon a bit for getting into a relationship with her. The footballer and you had already known each other for several years and have built a solid friendship. But there were times where you wondered if it actually was ‘just’a friendship between the two of you, because from time to time it sure didn’t feel like it. Nonetheless, every time you felt like you two were heading towards something more intimate, something more serious, he introduced you to all sorts of girls all of a sudden.

It didn’t take too long after your arrival at your flat until your phone beeped, signaling that someone had sent you a message. ‘Sorry.’, it read, Leon’s name flashing above the short message. Sorry for what? Being an idiot and too blind to see there was something bigger between the two of you or sorry for posting another embarrassing picture of himself on Instagram? ‘What do you mean’, you texted back, throwing your phone on your nightstand, already deciding that Goretzka shouldn’t be the reason for another bad mood.

After enjoying a nice hot bath and a face mask, you bounced back into your bedroom, grabbing your phone. ‘Can I come over?’, Leon had texted you almost one and a half hour ago. ‘Sure.”, your replied just now, feeling a bit anxious about what was going to happen next.

Waiting for Leon to arrive felt like an eternity, you didn’t really expect a text back after your last message, you mainly expected him to just show up in front of your apartment. In order to kill some time, you changed into some comfy clothes, moisturizedyour whole body until you heard a bang at the door, the annoying ring soon following after.

“You made me nervous.”, you told the curly-haired boy as soon as you opened the door, letting him into yourflat, “What is it?”, you asked curiously, following after him as he marched towards your couch, not even greeting you. A sigh left his lips after he plopped down on your couch. “What is it?”, you repeated, feeling too tense to take a seat next to him. “You remember Lisa?”, he asked, pulling one eyebrow up. “The one from today or from last month?”, you replied, making him frown. “Today. “, Leon mumbled. “What about her?”

“We broke up.”

“So? You want to go out and flirt your way into another girl’s pants or what do you want me to tell you now?”, you sighed, walking into your kitchen to get yourself a cold drink. “That’s not what I meant.”, Leon shouted after you, almost sounding a bit angry. “What did you mean then?”, you fired back, deciding against asking him why he got all mad all of a sudden, “That’s what you always mean when you tell me about the ends of your relationships.”, you continued, growing quieter. You didn’t want to fight with him, you didn’t even know what a potential fight could be about because so far, the golden boy hasn’t said much since arriving at your place. “That’s not what I meant.”, he repeated, letting his head fall against your couch, “I broke up with her, because I think I’m in love with someone else.”, he said pinching his nose, a pained look washing over his face. “It wasn’t so serious, wasn’t it? She will get over it and be fine. Who’s the new target now?”, you asked already preparing for the worst. One on the first things you learned about Leon Goretzka was that his taste in women and potential girlfriends really su*ked.

“That’s the problem.”, he groaned, leaving youmore than beyond confused. You decided to take a seat next to him, stroke a little over his thigh, because that boy really seemed lost in that moment. “I still don’t understand. Leon, you know you can talk to me. Always.”, you tried telling him, but he continued to shake his head, hands over his eyes.

The both of you stayed silent for some time. While Leon didn’t really know where to begin and what to say, you wanted to give him the time he needed, not rushing him into anything. And it pained you, it really did. Only a few hours ago you were thinking about all the times the pair of you were closer to being a couple than just friends and now the footballer was sitting in your flat, about to tell you about a new fling of his.

“Have you ever felt like there is more between us than a normal friendship?”, Leon asked, breaking the silence. Your eyes widened, your hand immediately leaving his leg. “What do you mean now? Can you start talking to me in a way I can also understand?”

“You could just answer my question Y/N.”, Leon grunted, shrugging his shoulders. You let out a shaky breath. “Maybe.”, you answered shortly, trying to look anywhere but into his eyes. “Me too.”, he whispered, his hand already reaching out for yours. You flinched a little as you felt his warm hand wrap around yours. “I left her, because I came to the conclusion that I won’t find a better match for me than you.”, Leon confessed, his eyes searching for yours.

“What should we do know?”, you wondered, stroking your thumb across the back of his hand. This felt weird, but also right. “I know a lot of things that we could do now, you know?”, he sent you a wink, a big smile adoring his face. “You are still, such an idiot, Goretzka.”, you let out a laugh, but before you could say anything else, his lips already found yours.

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Hers - Julian Brandt Imagine

Part 1 (Y/N meeting Jannis)   

Part 2 (Y/N meeting Julian’s parents) 

It isn’t necessary to read the first two parts. 

„So, how do you feel? Are you nervous? Because you sure look like it.”, you laughed, staring at your boyfriend, who was fumbling around with the black buttons of his white button-down shirt, seeming a little shaky.

After you already had honor of meeting Julian’s whole family (even the aunts and uncles your boyfriend didn’t even know properly, it was finally time to introduce the blonde footballer to your parents. Even though your mum basically already knew everything about your new-found love and your relationship, she was still ecstatic to finally meet Julian in real life. Your father, a usually very reserved and serious man was also looking forward to meeting the young man his only daughter had fallen head over heels in love with. As Julian was, at least in your opinion, a quite amazing boyfriend, he had nothing to be afraid of. “Stop fidgeting with your shirt, you are making it even more wrinkly.”, you told him, rolling your eyes at his weird behavior. You kind of expected your usually very calm boyfriend to stay a little bit more relaxed. But the way he had paced around in your living room and put on three different outfits before your parents arrived signaled how nervous he was really feeling. And now it seemed like he was dying on your couch.

“Do you think it looks too wrinkly? Should I wear something else? I should have brought the black one.”, Julian had panic written all over his pale face, already getting ready to take the white fabric off his body. “Hey! Say something!”, he urged you as you continued to stare at him rather than answer his question. “Relax. For a second! You are acting far worse than I did. Everything will be fine, you look handsome babe.”, you told him, thinking about the first time you had met his brother Jannis and after some time after that his parents. “Is the shirt too wrinkly?”, he asked again. “No.”

After taking a look at the clock on your living room wall you realized your parents would arrive very soon, Julian already starting to pace around the small room again, hands running up and down his shirt. “Babe.”, you called from the kitchen, getting some more things to set the table with. “Yes?”, he answered soon after, appearing in the kitchen, “Will they be here soon?”, he wondered, following you back into the living room like a lost puppy. “They will probably be here in a few minutes. One thing you should know: They are never, like never ever, late.”, you explained, thinking about all the times your parents had scolded you for arriving even a minute late. There was absolutely nothing they hated as much as other people being late – or god forbid – them not being on time - for once.

When you both heard a fierce knock at your door, Julian suddenly stood up from the sofa, “Oh no.”, he hissed, fingers brushing through his hair, “oh no, no.”, he grimaced, sitting down again. “Relax. You will mess up your hair!”, you demanded, your hands already smoothing his hair down again, trying to fix the mess he had just created on his head. After you managed to make him look like before you stood up and walked off to your entrance door, mentally preparing for your mum’s tight hugs and kisses.

After hugging and kissing your parents hello you let them into the flat, helping with hanging up their jackets. “Julian is really nervous.”, you told them quietly, hoping your boyfriend didn’t hear you. “Such a sweetie.”, you mother smiled softly, taking her shoes off.

As the three of you entered your living Room, Julian immediately got up from the couch, hands brushing over his jeans, walking over to you. “Hi!”, you mum squealed and before Julian could reply anything, she had already pulled him into what seemed like a quite bone-breaking hug. “Mum.”, you whined. “Hello Miss Y/L/N.”, Julian said, and you were pretty sure you had never heard him sound that shy before. You could practically feel his neck turning red and hot. “Hello Mister Y/L/N.”, he turned to your father, shaking his outreached hand. Luckily, your parents both told him to call them by their first names – making both you and Julian relax a little. That was a good sign – especially from your dad.

After finishing the dinner, you had cooked during the whole afternoon, you moved to the couch, each of you with a wine glass in the hand. Julian was loosening up by the minute. While he stayed mainly quiet during your dinner, he started warming up a little when the four of you sat down on the couch. The wine was probably doing its job too. Joking around with your mum, putting his charm to use and talking to your dad about football, who wasn’t really a fan of the Bundesliga, but still very interested in your boyfriend’s profession. As you saw that everyone’s glass was empty, you decided to go back into the kitchen to open another bottle, soon followed by the quiet steps of your mother.

“Everything alright?”, you asked her softly, reaching for the wine in your refrigerator. “I love him.”, she said, squeezing your shoulders, making a grin appear on your face. “I do too.”

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His - Julian Brandt Imagine

Part 1 

It isn’t necessary to read the first part. 

“We have been there, Y/N.  And you did so well when you first met Jan.”, Julian told you, a smut smirk placed on his face. After meeting your boyfriend’s younger brother Jannis almost two months ago, Julian thought it would be the right time to finally introduce you to his parents. When you first heard about his plans a week ago, you felt a little excited and very honored that Julian had enough faith in your relationship to take you to his hometown in northern Germany, introducing you to the people that are the most important to him. Also, you would get to meet the family dog Nala for the first time, and that probably was the only reason why you still wanted to join him on his journey to Bremen, even now where your nerves slowly got the best of you. “But this feels even more important, Jan is easy-going and fun, and almost as old as me. We are talking about your parents now Ju!”, you explained, slowly getting into his car. “You will be fine.”, the footballer said, starting the engine and driving off to his hometown.

After three – nerve wrecking – hours in Julian’s sportscar, you were a little glad when he told you that you would arrive soon. “How do you feel babe?”, Julian asked, eyes never leaving the road ahead of you, his fingers brushing over your knee. “Nervous.”, you exclaimed, holding onto his hand tightly, “but also a bit excited.”, you added, instantly causing him to smile. “You should be, they can’t wait to finally meet you.”, Julian told you and you didn’t really know if his statement stressed you out even more or relaxed you a little. “I’m really excited for Nala.”, you confessed with a shy smile, causing your boyfriend to let out a dry laugh. “Nala is my favorite too.”

When Julian started pointing at one of the houses in the calm street, you quickly realized it was his parent’s home – your nerves going crazy. “I used to live five minutes from here, but they moved two years ago.”, he told you, but you didn’t really pay attention to him, too caught up with focusing on your breathing. “I don’t think I can do it.”, you murmured, your second hand blindly searching for his, “I’m too nervous.”, luckily Julian quickly realized that you were about to go through a panic attack. Everything went by a blur after that, all you could concentrate on was Julian’s tight grip in your hands and his voice telling you whenever you should breath in and out. “You will be fine.”, he whispered over and over again until he actually convinced you. “I will be fine.”, you said softly, still holding onto him. “You will be!”, Julian reassured you once again, “Do you think we can get out of the car?”, he added softly, sending you a smile. You nodded softly, your hands finding your handbag between your legs.

“You really don’t have to worry. I should be the one worrying, my mum is going to tell you every embarrassing story of my life, maybe she will even show you pictures of me. I was such a fat kid.”, Julian babbled, and you knew he was trying to raise your spirits, and it worked. It always worked. “You don’t have these cheeks for nothing.”, you laughed at him, taking his hand again as the two if you strolled towards the entrance door. “They are nothing compared to them a few years ago. You would be surprised.”, all of a sudden you were standing in front of the door and even though Julian had a key, he decided to knock on the door instead. “Relax.”, he whispered in your ear as he felt you tense up.

“Hi!”, Julian’s mum – who looked very much like your boyfriend and Jannis – appeared in the door, the dog Nala soon appearing too, “Oh Nala, don’t do that. Y/N doesn’t even know you yet.”, the women who told you to call her Heike shouted after the dog after Nala followed you into the garden, demanding attention from you. “I will never bring you here again, Nala hasn’t even looked at me yet.”, Julian grunted, falling back onto one of the sun lounge chairs. “Hello Y/N. So nice to finally meet you, I’m Jürgen.”, Julian’s dad introduced himself, holding his hand out. “Thank you for inviting me.”, you replied, shaking his hand.

The four (+Nala) sat down in the garden for a while, just getting to know each other. After a while Julian’s youngest brother came home too, acting just as well raised and nice as Jannis did when you first met him. And Julian was right: His mum really loved embarrassing him, whether it was about his bad football skills when he was younger, his weird eating habits as a kid or his first girlfriend in kindergarten – she loved telling you all about it, making Julian blush constantly. It got even funnier when pictures got involved and Julian was right – he was a fat kid.

“I can’t believe I was this nervous. All for nothing.”, you muttered softly as you joined Julian on the guest bed. “I told you.”, he answered, signaling for you to come closer. “You have such a nice family, Ju. Really!”, you sighed as you cuddled into his side, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent. “They are quite amazing.”, he confirmed.

“Now I can’t wait for you to meet my parents, I think my mum will be similarly embarrassing about childhood stories like yours. I can’t believe you broke the window and told you parents it was Jannis.”, you laughed remembering the story Heike had told you. “He’s my younger brother, that’s why I have him. So, I have someone to blame.”

“Who would have thought holy and cute Julian Brandt was actually this naughty?”

(tags: @julianbrandtrelated @holybrandt)

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Ju and his girlfriend argue over something ( disarray or something else unnecessary ) and then Julian has such a guilty conscience and apologizes to her 😌

Thank you everyone for writing me you can’t wait for another Ju imagine.  I suppose I won’t ask again in the future, haha? 

Feedback would be very much appreciated, if you have a request you can write me too!

Enjoy and please keep in mind English is not my first language! 

Moments - Julian Brandt Imagine

You couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh as you caught up on the tons of laundry, that has built up over the last two weeks in your apartment. Because of your exams your – normally very clean and polished – household has been a mess and after finishing the last exam that morning you finally found some time to catch up with all the work you had put aside for studying. 

As you were fishing through your boyfriend Julian’s t-shirts you started wondering where that boy actually was. Training had already finished, and he still hasn’t arrived at home. “When are you coming home? x” You texted him, setting your phone aside to continue with your laundry work. 

Before you had time to check your phone again, you already heard Julian unlocking the door to your flat. “Hi.”, you tiredly called out, folding some of his sweaters. “Hey.”, he shot you a quick smile as he dropped his training bag on the floor, “Could you maybe wash that? I kinda need that tomorrow.”, he asked, already tossing you his favorite black sweatshirt. At first you didn’t want to say anything, silently nodding and putting the sweatshirt in your laundry basket. “Did you cook anything babe?”

“Are you serious right now, Ju?”

“What? You know how hungry I always am after the afternoon-practice.”, he grinned, taking a seat on the sofa. “You know how busy I was with exams and maybe you can see – unless you are blind because of being absolutely selfish right now – I am currently busy, doing our laundry – that includes your stuff too!” Anger rushed through you as your boyfriend’s smile slowly faded. So, he noticed, you thought to yourself. 

“I’m going to the bathroom – to continue with our laundry and so I can wash your sweater, you are welcome by the way.”, you said standing up without glancing at him again, taking your laundry basket and strutting off into your shared bathroom. 

Locking the door behind you, you groaned, setting the full basket on the tiled floor. That wasn’t the first time Julian had made you angry because of kinda demanding ‘wifey-duties’ from you. Never have you ever thought about him being a sexist that demands a clean flat and a warm dinner every evening – he was more like: unbelievably, utterly, fu*king lazy and besides that the worst cleaner you ever had to witness. Julian could mistake a vacuum cleaner for a dishwasher, for real! But that didn’t stop your anger it that moment, you were fuming. He knew exactly how stressed you were the past few days because of your exams, and he had been a sweetheart about it. But all of a sudden, he seemed to have forgotten everything about that. 

Instead of concentrating even more on the reasons you were feeling mad because of now, you darted your attention to your laundry, speeding up the process and getting ready to move on to the next thing that had to be done in your apartment. 

After unlocking the bathroom door, you stayed silent for a few moments, hoping you could hear Julian from down the hallway, but it was absolutely silent in your apartment. He had probably left our flat after your fight, wandering off to one of his friend’s houses so he could complain about you acting all bit*hy and stuff. Not knowing where he went off to worried you a bit, but it was still light outside and you knew your boyfriend could handle himself. So, you went to the kitchen, starting to clean there. 

It took almost an hour until you finished up in your kitchen, getting ready to move on to your living room when you suddenly heard Julian’s keys opening the front door. You quickly rushed back into the kitchen, not wanting to make it seem you waited in the living room the whole time for his comeback – because you didn’t!

“Y/N?”, your boyfriend called out, sounding a little quieter than usually. “Y/N?”, he tried again before you hit him with a rude “What?”

“There you are.”, he replied, entering the kitchen not a second later. “Look. I’m sorry.”, he started, but stopped when he saw you upset expression. “Ok, don’t look at me like that.”, he begun to speak again, setting down the plastic bags in his hands that probably held Chinese takeout. “Come here.”, not saying another word he pulled you into his chest, silently stroking up and down your back, making you cry due to the fact that so much pressure was falling down from you in that moment. All the studying, worrying about failing an exam, scared of not being good enough. “I’m sorry, I acted like an idiot.”, Julian whispered in your ear, continuously stroking your back when he realized you really started to cry. 

“It was stupid of me to expect all these things from you, this is my flat too and even though you know how bad I am with housework, I will help you from now on…or we could get a cleaner to help us?”, he asked, bringing a little distance between your bodies so he could examine your face,  his thumb swiping across your cheek. “It isn’t like I’m overstrained because of household duties. I like cleaning, it gives me weird satisfaction, you know that. But sometimes it’s a bit too much and sometimes I feel like I have to do so many things at once, because living in a dirty flat is something I don’t wanna do and I also don’t wanna put you through that.”

“Please, don’t stress yourself so much because of cleaning. You know how this flat looked before you. moved here.”, this made you laugh a bit, because, well you remembered exactly how Julian’s flat used to look like when you sometimes came over unexpectedly when you first started dating each other. “Yes, I understand that now, sorry for being maybe a bit harsh.”, you mumbled into his sweater, fisting the fabric between your hands. “Tell me when you need help, tell me when you start cleaning so I can join, will you?”, even though you knew Julian wasn’t the most useful support while cleaning, you still nodded, promising him you would tell him from now on whenever you started doing chores now. 

“Is that Chinese takeout?”, you muttered after hugging his body for some more time, not being able to ignore the smell anymore. Julian’s face read a panicked expression when he quickly nodded, “I totally forgot about that, the food is probably cold now.”, he said. Shrugging your shoulders, you walked past him, grabbing two forks and knives, taking the white plastic bag with you into your living room. “I’m starving actually, I would eat anything right now.”, you sighed, plopping down onto your sofa. 

“Wait.”, the blonde boy said as he stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, “Are we good?”

“I think we are good.”, you assured him, patting the spot next to you on the sofa. You were way too tired for continuing your fight anyways and he properly apologized, so you were really good. He shot you his typical smirk when he walked over to where you were seated, pressing a light kiss against your head as he sat down next to you. 

After finishing your – kinda already cold – takeout, Julian took all the stuff into the kitchen, putting everything into the dishwasher. It really seemed like he took his statement quite literally, already rummaging through the kitchen (making annoying noises and not being that careful with anything – but still). “I don’t know how to start the dishwasher, but I put everything inside, maybe you could show me later?”, he asked, suddenly appearing in front of the couch again.

“Sure. But come here now.”, you said already holding your arms out like a monkey. “I feel like we didn’t do that enough the past few days.”, Julian sighed as he laid down on the couch, pulling you on top of him. “Same.”, you said listening to his heartbeat and closing your eyes for a moment. His strong arms pulled you even closer to his warm body, nose buried in your messy hair. “I think I heard the washing machine.”, you exclaimed, getting ready to pull yourself out of Julian’s grip.

“Don’t you dare to get up right now, we are having a moment.”, he grinned, not even thinking about letting you go. You chuckled, laying your head back on his chest and letting out a sigh. There were so many things you enjoyed doing with Julian, whether it was sing-offs in the car, getting coffee in the morning, sex, watching football together or just staying up till two am to talk about the most ridiculous stuff – you enjoyed almost everything with him, no matter how small it seemed, but cuddling was probably your favorite activity with your boyfriend. His body was always warm, even if he had just spent hours outside, his body always radiated heat. His hands were also always warm, except in moments he got really nervous, then it was your turn to warm his hands up.  You just loved cuddling into his chest, always feeling loved and safe while staying wrapped in his long arms, breathing in his scent and just forgetting about everything else for a while. 

Laying on the couch, your belly feeling full because of way too much Chinese takeout, you realized it was one of those moments where you were just too overwhelmed with your love and emotions you held for the blonde boy under you. Your relationship had come a long way, at first the two of you weren’t really hitting it on, but after a few months of dating each other you finally progressed into a relationship. While you weren’t really sure how all of this would end with his football player at the beginning of your relationship, you were sure how you wanted it to end now. Actually, never. 

“Are you asleep?”, his voiced asked softly after a while of you not saying anything. You slightly shook your head, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Sitting up straight a bit you looked down to his face, smiling because his dimple was showing. You plopped down again, trying to wrap your arms around his neck as good as possible. “Thanks for loving me.”, you whispered against his neck, pressing a kiss there. 

“That’s not really hard.”

{tags: @julianbrandtrelated @holybrandt }