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❦ - kiss of life
summary:: 5am, extremely rainy morning in madrid except your boyfriend, jude thought bringing an umbrella was unnecessary.
warnings:: none!
writers note:: so this is the second fic of the song x player blurbs and i lowkey love writing these do you see me cooking bro… these are sm easier esp w my mocks starting soon so i’ll try and get a few produced !!
tags: @barcapix
The rain started halfway through the walk home. You weren’t expecting it, of course, but Jude had insisted you’d ‘be fine without an umbrella.’ Now, the two of you were drenched, trainers squeaking against the pavement as you half-jogged through the empty streets.
‘You’re such an idiot,’ you muttered, wiping water off your face.
Jude just laughed, his hair plastered to his forehead. ‘C’mon, it’s not that bad.’
‘It’s freezing!’ you shot back, pulling his hoodie tighter around you. It was far too big for you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but at least it was warm, though it now smelled like wet fabric and regret.
Jude stopped suddenly under the awning of a closed café, catching your wrist to pull you out of the rain. ‘Alright, drama queen,’ he said, grinning. ‘Let’s take a break before you blame me for catching pneumonia.’
‘You’d deserve it,’ you huffed, crossing your arms.
His grin widened. ‘You’d still take care of me, though.’
You gave him a pointed look, but he was right. You always did.
Leaning back against the brick wall, he tilted his head, watching you quietly for a moment. ‘You know, you look kinda cute like this.’
‘Like what? A drowned rat?’
Jude chuckled, shaking his head. ‘No. Just… you. You’re always cute.’
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. ‘Don’t think flattery’s gonna stop me from yelling at you when we get home.’
‘Noted,’ he said, stepping closer. His hands slid into the pockets of the hoodie you were wearing, tugging you toward him. ‘But for now, let me enjoy this.’
You raised an eyebrow. ‘Enjoy what?’
‘This,’ he said simply, dropping his forehead against yours. His voice was softer now, almost drowned out by the rain. ‘You. Us. Moments like this.’
For a second, the cold didn’t matter. The rain didn’t matter. It was just Jude, his eyes on you, his touch steady, his presence enough to make the world blur around you.
‘You’re lucky you’re cute,’ you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.
He smiled against your mouth. ‘I know.’
And as the rain fell, you let yourself get lost in him, knowing he was your safe place as much as you were his.
SOOOO YK WHO IT IS BBG BUTT maybe like jude x reader where shes an influencer for adidas and her and jude have to do a COLLAB FOr the brand and stuff i trust ur imagination❤️❤️
❦ - all eyes on us.
summary:: you’re a famous influencer who’s been paired up with jude for adidas pr.
warnings:: none!
writers note:: i love this hello? i love you babe this is such a yummy request i love writing this!! 😍 also i’ve clocked that i write sm in my writers note so uhm anywho this is my first jude fic so i hope my jude girlies like it!! btw this is my first time trying this style of writing ig so tell me if it’s good xx
word count:: 2,708
You never minded the fast paced world of being an influencer. You’d built your brand around effortless style and relatable charm, snagging deals with top-tier companies like Adidas. Campaigns like this were nothing new to you - until Jude entered the picture.
He was charming, no doubt. Tall, confident, and with a way of making everyone in the room laugh, he had that kind of natural magnetism that couldn’t be taught. From the moment he walked into the studio, you felt the shift in the air.
But it wasn’t just his presence that threw you off, it was how easy he made everything look, even while you were secretly trying not to embarrass yourself.
You both stood under the spotlight for your first set of shots. The creative director had explained the vibe they were going for: young, edgy, and fun. This meant capturing moments of banter, mock rivalry, and flirtation.
‘I’m not used to being outshined,’ you muttered to Jude as the photographer adjusted their camera.
He leaned down slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll let you win this one.’
The nerve of him.
‘Alright, Jude, throw your arm around her shoulder,’ the photographer instructed.
You felt the weight of his arm drape across you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. The warmth of his skin through the fabric of your hoodie was distracting; almost too distracting.
‘Now laugh, like he just said something funny,’ the photographer added.
Jude didn’t miss a beat. ‘I didn’t realize fake laughing was part of your influencer requirements,’ he teased under his breath.
You tilted your head back and laughed anyway, your genuine amusement mixing with the forced effort.
The real chaos started after the shoot. Adidas had planned a tiktok segment where you and Jude would compete in challenges to promote the campaign.
The first challenge was simple: a lip-sync duet to a viral audio clip. Jude was awful at keeping up, missing half the words and breaking into laughter when he saw your exaggerated expressions.
‘Do you even know how tiktok works?’ you asked, barely able to hold back your laughter.
‘Not really,’ he admitted, grinning. ‘I’m more of a football guy, remember?’
‘Clearly. Let me handle this part.’
But when it came to the second challenge, a reaction test where you had to slap each other’s hands before the other could dodge - Jude’s reflexes as a professional athlete completely ruined your chances.
‘You’re impossible,’ you huffed, swatting at him as he casually held his hands just out of reach.
‘Don’t hate the player,’ he replied, his grin widening.
By the time the day ended, you were sitting on the studio’s couch, scrolling through some of the footage on your phone. Jude plopped down beside you, his body radiating warmth even in the air-conditioned room.
‘Let me see,’ he said, leaning over your shoulder.
You tilted the phone so he could watch the clips. The two of you looked so natural together, laughing, teasing, and bantering like you’d known each other for years instead of hours.
‘This one’s my favourite,’ he said, pointing at a video where you’d accidentally tripped over a cord mid shoot. Instead of falling, Jude had caught you with an arm around your waist, and the moment had turned into a perfectly awkward laugh caught on camera.
‘Yeah, that’s real ‘effortless cool,’ you said sarcastically.
He leaned back, his smirk softening into something more sincere. ‘You’re good at this. Like, really good. It’s not just the cameras. You’ve got... presence.’
You turned to him, surprised by the compliment. ‘Thanks, Jude. You’re not bad yourself, you know. For a footballer.’
As you both walked out of the studio, Jude fell into step beside you. The evening air was cool, the streets of the city buzzing with life.
‘You hungry?’ he asked casually, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.
You glanced up at him, caught off guard. ‘Are you asking me to dinner?’
‘Maybe,’ he replied, that boyish grin creeping onto his face. ‘Unless you’re too busy for a post shoot celebration.’
You pretended to consider it. ‘Depends. Is this dinner part of the campaign, or is this just you trying to get to know me better?’
He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Off the record. No cameras, no Adidas logos. Just you and me.’
You hesitated for a moment before smiling. ‘Alright, Jude. You’ve got yourself a deal.’
The restaurant Jude chose wasn’t flashy, which surprised you. No cameras, no fancy decor, just a tucked away little spot that smelled like garlic and freshly baked bread. It was soft, warm, and nothing like the high-energy day you’d just had.
‘This is unexpected,’ you said, sliding into the booth opposite him.
‘What? Did you think I’d take you to some five-star rooftop spot?’ He smiled, setting his phone facedown on the table. ‘Not my style.’
‘I don’t know, you football types always seem... I don’t know, extra?’
Jude leaned back, one arm draped casually over the booth. ‘I’m not exactly your average footballer. But you already knew that.’
You laughed, shaking your head. ‘Alright, I’ll give you that. You’re different.’
The waiter appeared, and you both ordered, Jude insisting you get the house special because ‘it’s the only reason I come here.’ Once the waiter disappeared, there was a brief silence, the kind that could’ve been awkward if Jude wasn’t so effortlessly comfortable.
‘So, do you always nonchalantly get your way through shoots like that?’ you teased, resting your chin on your hand.
His eyebrows shot up. ‘Nonchalance? That’s what you call it?’
‘What else would I call it?’
‘Survival,’ he said with a laugh. ‘You don’t understand, I’m used to kicking a ball around, not posing and trying to look cool.’
‘Well, you pulled it off,’ you admitted. ‘Even if you were hopeless at TikTok.’
‘Hopeless?’ He leaned forward, grinning. ‘You’re crazy, you know that?’
‘Just honest,’ you said, matching his energy.
The banter flowed as naturally as it had on set, but there was something more intimate about it now. Without the cameras and the crew, Jude wasn’t just the Adidas poster boy or the football sensation, he was Jude, the guy who couldn’t stop making you laugh.
As you left the restaurant, you didn’t notice the group of fans across the street until one of them shouted his name.
‘Jude! Over here!’
You glanced at him, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, he smiled and waved, walking over to sign autographs and take a few pictures. You hung back, not wanting to steal his moment, but one of the fans pointed at you.
‘Is that your girlfriend?’
Your cheeks burned, and before you could even respond, Jude turned to you with a smirk. ‘What do you think? Should we let them guess?’
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. ‘Let’s not start rumors on a Wednesday night.’
The fans laughed, but your heart raced as Jude returned to your side, his hand brushing against yours.
‘Sorry about that,’ he said once you were out of earshot.
‘Does that happen a lot?’
‘All the time,’ he admitted. ‘You get used to it. But I guess that’s your world too, huh? Fans, cameras, people watching your every move?’
‘It’s... different,’ you said honestly. ‘I mean, I don’t have people yelling my name on the street, but yeah, there’s pressure to always be ‘on.’’
He nodded, his expression softening. ‘Yeah, I get that.’
You woke up the next day to your phone buzzing non-stop. Half-asleep, you grabbed it off your nightstand and squinted at the screen.
Your notifications were flooded.
FootyUpdates: ‘Jude Bellingham spotted at dinner with influencer yourusername last night 👀 Fans are already shipping it!’
AdidasOfficial: ‘Name a more iconic duo than JudeBellingham and yourusername. We’ll wait.’
yourfanacc: ‘Wait, are Jude and Y/N a THING?!? They look so cute together!!!’
You groaned, scrolling through the dozens of comments, edits, and conspiracy theories. One clip in particular was gaining traction, a TikTok of you and Jude laughing during the campaign shoot, set to a romantic song.
Your phone buzzed again.
Jude: morning darling. you seen the chaos yet?
You laughed, typing back.
oh, you mean the part where we’re trending? yeahhh, just saw it.
think adidas planned this?
wouldn’t put it past them
There was a pause before his next message came through.
Jude: you alright with it?
You hesitated. The attention was overwhelming, sure, but there was something exciting about it too.
mhm, as long as you’re ok being shipped w me?
Jude: could be worse. you’re kinda hard not to like.
The buzz from the campaign only grew, and Adidas wasted no time capitalizing on it. Within a week, you and Jude were booked for another event, a live Q&A streamed on Instagram.
‘You ready for this?’ he asked as you both sat down in front of the camera.
‘Not even a little,’ you admitted, adjusting your mic.
The questions started off innocent enough, favorite Adidas pieces, funniest moments from the shoot, but it didn’t take long for fans to steer the conversation toward your ‘chemistry.’
‘So, what’s it like working together?’ one fan asked.
Jude glanced at you, a playful glint in his eye. ‘Terrible. She bullies me non stop.’
You gasped, swatting his arm. ‘That’s a lie! You’re the bully.’
The fans ate it up, the comment section exploding with heart emojis.
As the weeks went on, you and Jude kept crossing paths, for more Adidas campaigns, promotional events, and even the occasional text conversation that drifted into late night time. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to ignore the spark between you.
But with every laugh, every lingering glance, there was always that voice in the back of your head reminding you of the cameras, the fans, and the fact that you were both living in two completely different worlds.
One night, after a particularly long shoot, Jude turned to you as you were packing up your things.
‘Hey,’ he said softly. ‘Can I ask you something?’
‘Of course,’ you replied, pausing.
‘Do you ever... wish things were simpler? Like, no cameras, no pressure. Just normal?’
His question caught you off guard, but you nodded. ‘All the time. Why?’
He hesitated for a moment before giving you a small smile. ‘Just wondering.’
You didn’t push, but the way he looked at you in that moment stayed with you long after you’d gone home.
It was late. You were sitting at a café, hunched over your laptop, trying to get some work done before the next event. The world outside was quiet, the kind of peaceful night that made everything feel suspended in time.
Your phone buzzed again.
Jude: you still up?
You smiled, quickly typing back.
always. got a shoot tomorrow. what’s up?
A few seconds later, his response popped up.
Jude: wanna grab a drink rq?
You hesitated. There was something different about tonight. Jude had been subtly pulling away lately, nothing obvious, just an undercurrent of distance. Maybe it was the pressure of the campaign, the media frenzy, or maybe he was just being careful not to blur the lines between your professional relationship and whatever else might be brewing.
But the truth was, you’d been feeling the same thing. The moments you spent together were becoming harder to ignore. Every time you caught his eye, or when he touched your shoulder in passing, your heart would skip a beat.
i’d love to.
The bar was quiet, tucked into a side street away from the chaos of the city. It was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. You both sat at a small table near the window, your drinks untouched as the conversation flowed between easy laughter and deeper silences.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous around someone,’ Jude confessed, swirling his drink with a half-smile.
You raised an eyebrow. ‘You? Nervous?’
He nodded, a subtle vulnerability in his gaze that you hadn’t seen before. ‘Yeah. I guess I don’t really know how to... handle this.’
‘Handle what?’ you asked, your voice softening.
‘This.’ He gestured between the two of you. ‘Whatever this is. I mean, you’ve been a part of my life now for what, a few weeks? But every time we’re together, it feels like something... more.’
The words hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.
You set your drink down and leaned forward, heart pounding. ‘Jude, I get it.’
His eyes flicked to yours, searching for the sincerity behind your words.
‘You get what?’
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. ‘The pressure. The cameras, the fans, this whole world we live in. But I think... I think I’ve been avoiding this whatever this is between us, because it’s too complicated. I don’t know how to work it either.’
There was a long pause before Jude finally spoke, his voice low and steady. ‘I don’t want to keep pretending like it’s nothing. Like this isn’t affecting me. Because it is. Every time I see you, every time we talk, I can’t help but feel like I’m falling for you.’
Your heart hammered in your chest. ‘Jude, I...’
But before you could finish, he leaned in, his hand brushing against yours on the table. His touch was light but electric, sending a shiver up your spine.
‘I don’t want to fight this anymore,’ he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. ‘I don’t want to pretend that I don’t want this. I want you.’
The tension between you both was insane. You could feel the weight of his words, and something inside you clicked. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and you finally understood that all the moments of hesitation, the awkwardness, and the teasing had been building up to this one point.
Slowly, carefully, you leaned forward, closing the space between you. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative, like you both were unsure, testing the waters. But then Jude’s hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, and everything about that moment felt right.
Your heart raced as you kissed him deeper, the world around you fading away. There was no camera, no pressure, no fans, just you and him, two people who had been dancing around this moment for far too long.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, Jude rested his forehead against yours. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for so long,’ he murmured.
You smiled, a little breathless yourself. ‘Me too.’
He laughed, that familiar spark returning to his eyes. ‘Guess it was worth the wait, huh?’
You nodded, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions. ‘Worth it.’
There was a comfortable silence as you both sat back in your seats, the world outside still unaware of what had just shifted between you.
But in that moment, it didn’t matter. You’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be uncrossed. Whatever happened next, you both knew it wouldn’t be easy. The cameras, the fans, the expectations, they’d all be there. But for the first time in weeks, you felt certain of one thing: you wanted this.
And maybe, just maybe, he did too.
The next day, you and Jude had to face reality. The media frenzy about your ‘relationship’ reached new heights, with every tabloid, Instagram post, and fan account speculating on what the kiss meant.
But for once, it didn’t faze you. You were sitting next to him, the two of you quietly sipping coffee in the hotel lobby, exchanging glances and small smiles like you hadn’t just turned your world upside down.
‘You know they’re gonna talk about this for days, right?’ you said, half-amused.
Jude chuckled, reaching for your hand under the table. ‘Let them. We’ve got something real, even if they don’t get it.’
‘I’m okay with that.’ You squeezed his hand gently, the connection between you undeniable.
And maybe that was the point. No matter what the world thought, you and Jude had found something real in the chaos. Something that couldn’t be captured by a camera, something just for the two of you.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt free.
illusion.
The first time I saw you, I didn’t really recognise you. You waved at me but I didn’t know you. I waved regardless, and I asked you “Excuse me, who are you?”. You said that you were the man in my dreams.
Confusion. Horror. Shock. “Are you serious? ” You say “Yes, I’m Aestraeus from your dreams”
“But how-?”
“We can be together now. Perhaps we can have a family. We may even love each other with no boundaries and make love to each other and never stop to”
Perplexed I look at you and I get even more confused. What are you talking about? I don’t remember seeing you in my dreams. “You’re not joking with me, right?”
“No, I’m not. Wait, let me show you. Give me your hand.”
Hesitating I give you my hand. And as soon as you touch my skin, I wake up.
I look around me. I’m in my room. With no Aestraeus and I realise it was all a dream.
NOT MY EDIT
I’m writing for him after seeing this
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Y’all about to write a Jude Bellingham/Erling Haaland Mpreg fanfic!
my whole life
About me since I’m getting started…
Heyyyyyy! Excited to maybe start writing on tumblrr.. not as talented as most of you 😓😓. But to try this out I’ll start with an introduction.
My name is Jasmine.
I’m Mexican 🇲🇽🇲🇽‼️
I’m 19 years old.
Pansexual.
I live in California.
living off of music nd fashion 😭🙏🏼
I do have a job.. so if I do start writing i dont know if I would post as frequent.
I like watching some animee.. wouldn’t call myself a weeb or anything( if you have any recs lmkk 🙏🏼)
Currently watching: One piece + Blue lock + Ck season 6
I will write for (so far) :
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^ Karate kid
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Jude Bellingham
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Gender: 👩
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❥ Music ♫:
BTS, New Jeans, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Tyler, the creator, Billie Eilish, Rihanna, Frank Ocean
Current favorite song: Dimple by BTS
❥ Sports 🂱:
Soccer (Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jude Bellingham,Jobe Bellingham)
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Divergent
Hunger games
Podcasts (Emergency Intercom, Zane and Heath: Unfiltered,Broski report)
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Cloud gray
Coffee brown
Blushing peach
❥ Hobbies ✍︎︎:
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Reading
Drawing
Working out
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Jobe Bellingham and the EFL awards
This is a little bit different from what I would usually post on here but watching the EFL awards really struck a chord with me :)
It's really frustrating to see how comparisons can overshadow individual talent, especially in the world of football. Recently, during the EFL awards, a presenter made a comment to Jobe Bellingham about his older brother, Jude Bellingham, having won the award first. This kind of remark can feel unfair and can take away from Jobe's achievements and efforts as a player in his own right.
Jobe is carving out his own path in football, and it's essential to recognize that he is not just Jude's younger brother. He has his own skills, strengths, and aspirations that deserve to be acknowledged. When people constantly draw comparisons, it can create unnecessary pressure and expectations that are hard to live up to. Each player has their own journey, and Jobe should be celebrated for his unique contributions to the game.
One of the most telling choices Jobe has made is to use just his first name on his jersey. This decision speaks volumes about his desire to establish his own identity, separate from his brother's well-known legacy. By choosing to go with "Jobe" instead of "Bellingham," he is signaling to the world that he is not just riding on the coattails of his brother's success. He wants to be recognized for who he is as an individual and as a player.
Comparisons between siblings in sports are not uncommon, but they can be detrimental. In many cases, younger siblings feel the weight of their older siblings' accomplishments, which can lead to anxiety and self-doubt. Jobe deserves the chance to thrive without being constantly measured against Jude. It's crucial to give him the space to develop his own style and make his own mark in the football world.
Moreover, the football community should focus on the positives of having talented players like Jobe and Jude. Both brothers bring something special to the game, and instead of pitting them against each other, fans and commentators should appreciate their individual journeys. Each player has their own story, and it's that diversity that makes football so exciting.
Jobe's journey is just beginning, and he deserves the opportunity to shine on his own. The comment made at the EFL awards, while perhaps intended as a light-hearted remark, actually undermines Jobe's hard work and dedication. It's important for everyone involved in football, from fans to pundits, to be mindful of how their words can impact young athletes.
In a world that often seeks to create narratives based on comparisons, it's refreshing to see players who are determined to break the mold. Jobe is one of those players, and his focus on establishing his own identity is commendable. By doing so, he is setting a powerful example for other young athletes who may feel overshadowed by their more famous relatives.
Ultimately, the conversation around Jobe Bellingham should center on his skills, his passion for the game, and his aspirations. He is not just a reflection of Jude; he is a talented player in his own right. By shifting the focus from comparisons to individual achievements, we can foster a more supportive environment for all athletes.
In conclusion, while the comment made at the EFL awards may have been intended as a simple observation, it highlights a broader issue in sports culture. Jobe Bellingham is his own person, and he deserves to be recognized for his unique contributions to football. Let's celebrate him for who he is and what he brings to the game, rather than measuring him against the achievements of his brother.
Trent AA x Reader SMAU - this is my first ever post so it is quite short but pls bc nice🥹
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Jude Bellingham x Black!Reader: HIDDEN LOVE
WARNING: Just letting you know that this is simply an imagine, no hate towards Ashlyn as I do admire her beauty as I think she's really beautiful.
Y/N POV
I sigh, getting out of the car and walking a few feet behind, blending in with the crowd as I watch them. My partner, Jude, holding hands with an Instagram influencer, Ashlyn Castro. Since he is out of the next two matches, he decides to come to the games. We all walk up into the VIP box, him and Ashlyn sitting together with his mother Denise who knows me as only a friend of his while I sit in the row behind, out of sight.
I sit and focus on the game, though distracted by the act in front of me. I watch from time to time as they hug, laugh and chatter together like an original family, Ashlyn filling my space perfectly, almost as if I never existed. His mother Denise, turns and smiles at me from time to time, speaking to me briefly before her attention is back on them.
I sit with a tightly perfected smile, willing the wetness in my eyes to go away. During the halftime, I stand up and excuse myself to the bathroom, and upon arrival lock myself into a stall and let the tears pool over. after a few minutes, I gather myself and retreat to my seat.
JUDE'S POV
Looking back at my partner, I see her eyes. The dark brown eyes like a calm tornado, look to be freshly wet and I immediately know why. It's not my fault, out of my control really, and I'm extremely glad that she understands. I skilfully reach my hand back and tug at my shirt as a signal to her. Feeling Y/N take the hint and hold onto my shirt, I briefly hold and squeeze her hand before fully focusing back on the game, my heart partially at ease.
After the game ends, I escort Ashlyn to the bathroom. " I enjoyed today, maybe we should make this an official, thing? we actually date?" I hear her say, I am about to respond when I spot my love looking on from a few metres away as she waits with my mother for our return. Her eyes no longer hiding the tsunami as I see the glossiness and her slightly trembling hands under her jacket. "Ashlyn, can we speak about this later" I say rather than ask and lead her to where the others are standing. "Please give us a moment" I say softly, pulling Y/N away from my mother and Ashlyn to a secluded corner.
Hugging her small form to my chest, I hear the muffled sobs in my chest and my heart breaks all over again. "I know honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry love... I wish I didn't have to, but I've got no choice." I try to console her. "I'm not coming" I hear her mumble. "I'm not coming to the restaurant. I wanna go home." I sigh softly into her freshly silk pressed hair, completely understanding. "Thats okay, I'll have Ryan drive you home and I'll see you when I get back yeah?" I watch as she nods in agreement, and I wipe her teary eyes before having her look up at me. My 6'2 frame towering her as she stands at 5'2.
Y/N POV
Looking up at him, I stay still, allowing him to wipe the tears away from my eyes. "You know I love you, right?" he asks, and I can only nod my head yes. "Good, because I need you know and always remember that. No matter what happens, I will always be yours, I will always come home to you" he says softly. I sigh leaning into his chest for a minute until my head is lifted and our lips meet, reverent, unhurried, testimonial even as his emotions are poured into it.
Pulling back out of breath, I hug him for the last time, and we return to the spot. He explains that I will not be joining them for the dinner and that he'll meet them in the car as he then leads me to the Mercedes at the back. I enter the backseat and greet Ryan softly, giving Jude one last kiss, he closes the door, and Ryan drives off the home I share with Jude (that everyone thinks we're roommates).
Arriving home, I shower and eat something before laying down. a few hours go by, and I begin to scroll through social media, seeing all the comments about them at the match, luckily no one notices the bare stolen moments between us. Spotting one particular video, I contemplate whether or not to watch but press play anyways. seeing that it's a fan video which caught Jude with his hand over Ashlyn's shower, walking casually after dinner, I stop it and turn off my phone completely, deciding to get some rest.
JUDE'S POV
I arrive back home at 10. I quickly shower and pull on just a pair of boxers before getting into bed. I pull Y/N into me and strangely feel her stiffen for a moment. "Babe" I slightly shake her in case she is sleeping. I wait for few, yet I get no response, her body completely relaxed in slumber.
I take the moment to admire her, her pretty 4chair which is now 24 inches due to its silk pressed state, her cute nose which wiggles when she laughs, her pretty lips that speaks life into everyone and anything.
I feel myself drifting off to sleep, the replay of our memories bright behind my eyelids as I succumb to a well needed rest.
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Jude Bellingham x Black!Reader
Today I felt very energetic and in the mood to dance. My boyfriend Jude was in our home gym working out with his teammates ona video call, so I thought why not do a tiktok challenge and get his reaction; reason being that I had just hit 8 weeks post partom from giving birth to our son Elliot Bellingham-who was in his nursery sleeping, so I hadn't been feeling my best for a while and somehow needed a bit of validation from my partner.
Picking up the baby monitor, I took my phone and headed to the gym opening the door to find my boyfriend laughing at something that was said. "Y/n! Are you joining us?" Vini asked excitedly I walked pass, squeezing Jude's bicep in the process. "No Vini, sorry. Just getting something done" I responded as I set up my phone to begin.
Choosing the sound, I waited for the countdown and started dancing with Jude in the background looking at me as I did the dip. Spinning as smoothly as possible, I started to twerk- following the routine only to look up and realise that Jude was no longer working out but was admiring me even though he was giving me the side eye. Finishing the dance I unexpectedly heard the cheering of his teammates who had been watching, making me cover my face in embarrassment as I placed the video in my draft seeming that none of my tiktok were never posted online.
Moving towards the exit of the gym, I was stopped by Jude who gently pulled at my wrist. "Babe, you can’t do that" He whined. Looking back at his teammates who were cackling I asked "I can't do what? What's wrong?" He whined and wiggled his hips in response as I finally realised what the problem was. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to cause that" I tried to console him but to no use as his erection proved to be a solid soldier while his mates were having a field day. "Judeey has risen guys, all hail...Granizooo!!!" They taunted as Vini led them. "Can you help me with this?" He rasped. "I can help you with it after your training is finished" I kissed him on the cheek and exited the room.
Leaving the gym, I headed to go pump some more milk and check up on my infant before going into my bedroom to wait for my boyfriend to return from his job. Entering the room an hour later, Jude quickly pecked my lips and ran off to the shower to rid himself of the sweat on his body. Returning to the room he stalked towards me and dropped his towel; only having to stop as our supposed to be fun time was put to an immediate end before it even started as our baby's cry came through the monitor.
"Uhh, what a day?" Jude requoted the meme as we laughed while he pulled on a pair of boxers and went to nursery, returning with our son with a warm bottle of milk in his mouth. With our backs against the headboard and the calm of our now burped and sleeping baby nestled between us, we were reminded that we had the best life could offer anyone and we love it.
Jude Bellingham x Black!Reader
Y/n and Jude's schedules finally collided and so they both had the day off and decided to spend it lazily roaming around Madrid to soak up the sun, sight see and to overall catch up and spend some quality time together.
Jude had already gotten himself dressed in a a simple full Nike sweat suit and was waiting for his girlfriend to get ready so that they could start their adventure, when he received a message from one of his teammates with 'tea' of what happened after he left the training centre the day before.
Eager to share the gossip with his partner, Jude rose from his seat on the coach in their bedroom and walked into their dressing room talking aloud while typing on his phone. "Babe, could you believe that Cami almost got jumped cause he was talking smack yesterday in the locker room" he laughed onto the open room as Y/n shook her head at her boyfriend amusement. "Trust me honey, its very believable when you idiots seem to most of the time forget the term sense of danger" She teased him lightly, which had him lifting his head to respond only to be stunned.
"Sweetheart?.... That’s what you're wearing on our day out today?" Jude asked mesmerised as she nodded at him through the mirror, not sure of what to think if his reaction. Slowly turning Jude turned his phone off and beckoned the significantly shorter girl towards him. "Can you give me a spin, darling?" He asked providing his hand causing the young girl to blush as placed her largely smaller hand in his and spun as he stepped back to admire the view.
"Darling, oh my God you are stunning!" Jude exclaimed as he now shifted on his feet, fighting the urge to cancel the day outside to spend the day showing her how much he appreciates her in their bedroom. "Thank you, you look very handsome" Y/n blushed while shying away from her lover.
They continued on with Jude now helping Y/n to finish getting dressed then did a few checks around locking up the house before heading out on to start their day's list of adventures.
This is so cute
‘Buy you the world’- Jude Bellingham x reader
Summary: reader makes a purchase without reading the information, leading to a grave disappointment and a requirement for a comforting boyfriend - one that can’t control his laughter.
Warnings: pure fluff, soft!reader x soft!Jude. Based on a mistake I made today, this is very self indulgent
A/N : thanks for your patience on Part 7, here’s a treat while you wait <3
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Having gone out to brunch today with your friends, you lay exhausted on the soft sofa in Jude’s apartment waiting for him to get back from his long day of training with the team.
One of your friends bought her very young sibling with her and accompanying them, lots of toys.
One that peaked your interest was a small, soft, light green crochet whale, and to make it better, it was lavender scented.
Supposedly it was meant to calm the young child down and provide emotional support, some of which you felt you needed, Deserved.
Being in a relationship with an incredibly handsome and popular footballer meant attention from the public, and attention meant hate.
You were used to it by now, your relationship never actually confirmed publicly but you had been spotted at games and the both of you had been seen sharing small touches and kisses in public.
Yourself and Jude decided that it wasn’t anyone else’s business and that you would take a more permanent soft launch approach, private but not secret.
You felt that it was fully justified if you bought yourself a little emotional support whale to calm your anxiety at matches and regarding the hate you did receive on social media, or so you told yourself.
Maybe you just wanted a little stuffed teddy bear, it was really cute after all.
So there you lay, sprawled out on the sofa with the open fire on in Jude’s lounge, a blanket on top of you and some cookies baking in the oven for ‘Jude when he gets back’.
Your laptop, the bottom slightly warm from being in use, perched on your stomach as you browse through the endless pages on Etsy, the search bar claiming ‘Small Crochet Whale’.
The expanse of choice would have stumped you, had you not been a student and therefore on a tight budget.
Jude, being the gentleman he is, always tried to treat you. Shower you with gifts and try giving you money whenever you’d go out with your friends, making it ‘his treat’.
The last thing you wanted to do, however, was make him think for a second that that’s what you were with him for, so of course you always declined.
Seeing the cheapest option, you clicked on the little light yellow whale, deciding it was fate in the sense that the colour matches Jude’s team.
You sign in to Etsy using your email before entering your PIN number from your card.
A large smile pulls across your face as you look at the large words written across your screen.
‘Order Confirmed, check email for further information’
You closed your laptop just as you hear the keys jingling in the door.
“Love? I’m home!” You hear Jude’s deep voice shout, his accent thick as the tiredness makes itself apparent.
“I’m here!” You call back to him, hearing his footsteps before seeing his face in front of you, leaning over the sofa.
He leans down towards you before pressing a kiss to your lips in some sort of Spider-man style given the position you two are in.
“How was your day?” You ask your boyfriend sweetly, pulling him round to sit on the now empty space on the sofa, after moving your legs into a crossed position and sitting up.
“It was okay, im just so tired” he says as he cups your face with his hand, the expanse of your cheek becoming slightly cold as his thumb brushes delicately over your cheek.
“Well luckily for you, I made cookies. Fancy one with a cup of tea?” You ask and instantly a smile is spread across his face.
“Do I ever tell you how much I love you?” He teases, his hand grabbing yours as you try to get up and walk to the kitchen, pulling you to stand between his legs as he spreads them slightly.
“No I don’t think so?” You tease sarcastically, lying through your teeth knowing full well he tells you any chance he gets.
“Well I Love you, so much” he says as he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you into him for a hug.
Eventually you pull away but pull him up as you do so.
“Come on, they should be done mister” you say to him and walk away leaving him trailing behind you like a lost puppy.
“Oi! Say it back!” He says as you laugh and begin to run towards the kitchen, hearing him follow you before you are scooped up into the air and span around as your boyfriend lifts you off your feet.
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“You did what?” Jude laughs loudly, his half eaten cookie now being discarded on the little plate next to his mug of tea.
“I ordered a little whale” you say, a pout forming at your lips as you show him a screenshot of the whale plushie.
“Are you being serious? Why?” He laughs but he can’t help but melt slightly at the sight of you all pouty.
“It was cute, it smells of lavender, and it reminds me of you” you say smiling.
“Oi. Because it’s a whale it reminds you of me?” Jude says, dramatically slapping his hand to his chest in mock offence.
“No! You idiot” you laugh as you ball up a napkin and throw it at him.
He smiles at your laugh as he looks at you adoringly, loving that you care so much about a stupid little yellow whale.
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Later on, the two of you lay in bed, the curtains firmly drawn shut as the day beings to fade out, the both of you scrolling through your phones, Jude occasionally showing you a tiktok he finds funny.
You decided to check your emails, checking when the whale will arrive.
You open the email to find the words: ‘download your order here’
Your brows furrow in confusion.
What did it mean, download your order?
You click download and open the file to see a tutorial on how to make a crochet whale, a step by step guide.
You shake your head slightly before opening Etsy on your phone.
You type in the same thing before finding the supplier you ordered from.
You click on the tab and read again to see that the thing you ordered, was a pattern and step-by-step guide.
Not a crochet baby whale.
Instantly, your eyes begin to sting with tears.
Not only with embarrassment but also disappointment. You weren’t going to get your plushie in the end but also you wasted your precious money, money which you worked over time, along with your studies to earn.
Upon hearing a slight sniffle, Jude instantly turns to look at you to make sure you’re okay.
Seeing a tear roll down your cheek, he immediately sits up to look at you.
“Love? What’s wrong?” He says as his thumb brushes away your tears gently.
“I didn’t order the actual whale” you sniff, “I offered a tutorial of how to make the whale”
Jude stares at you blankly as you look up at him with watery eyes.
His mouth twitched slightly as the skin around his eyes crease.
“Jude” and that’s all it takes.
Laughter immediately fills the room as your boyfriend throws his head back as chuckles rip through his body.
You stare at him blankly now, both taken off guard but not entirely surprised by his behaviour.
That still didn’t stop more tears from spilling out your eyes though.
“Oh baby I didn’t mean it” he says as he looks at you and pulls you into his chest, both arms wrapped around your frame.
“I’m so sad, I really wanted that whale” you say, your speech broken up by deep breaths.
“How could you be so naïve, for that price you were never going to get one?” Jude says, his voice sweet and dripping with love, no malice intended.
“I don’t know, I just wanted to save money” you say as you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Well you know I’d buy you the world, a whale won’t hurt” he says as he kisses your forehead leaving you drifting off to sleep with a smile.
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A few days later, back at your own home, a parcel turns up at your door.
You take it back into your room before opening it.
Inside is a note reading: “I told you, I’d give you everything you want and more”
You smile before unwrapping the gift to find multiple crochet whales of all colours and sizes, a hint of lavender floating through the air.
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My forever - Jude Bellingham
Summary - your best friend and you got drunk one random night and it resulted in you guys having a kid . But nevertheless that did not stop you from gaining big shot careers and falling in love with each other
Pairing - Jude Bellingham x o/c
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JudeBellingham: I love you baby mama❤️
↪️StarStarlight : I love you too baby daddy😭❤️
JobeBellingham : wifeeeee💀
↪️StarStarlight: Husband 💀
↪️JobeBellingham: anyways How’s my favorite nephew
↪️StarStarlight : he’s doing good , I swear that boy took after his father . He spilt his milkshake all over my work file Jobe 😭😭💆♀️
MasonMount : since when does Jude have a kid💀😭
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↪️JudeBellingham: since exactly four years ago💀😐
JudeBellinghamswife: I’m flabbergasted
User1 : I quite frankly do not know how to feel
something about this edit makes jude look so divine i am in awe
