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My champion - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: Jude wins his first ever Champions League with Real Madrid and all plans of a soft launch goes out the window when Jude’s emotions get the better of him.

A/n: baby’s first UCL 🥹

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Real Madrid are ahead by two goals, yourself and Jude’s family holding your breath as you stand within the crowd.

You’d been to Wembley with Jude many times when supporting him for England, but the atmosphere in the mammoth stadium tonight feeling overwhelming.

This was an emotional match for Jude. He’d been stressed all weak given he was playing against his former team and teammates, the fans that had once adored him were now praying on his downfall.

That was hard.

So you knew that the moment that final goal had gone in, his emotions would be riding high: stress, relief, happiness etc.

You couldn’t wait to have him in your arms again.

“I’m not sure I like this” Denise, Jude’s mum says to you, nudging her crossed arms into yours that were mirroring hers.

You laugh slightly, nodding with her but neither of you taking your eyes off the pitch.

“I don’t think I do either” you muster back.

Mark, his dad, and Jobe, his brother, were stood to the left of you both, them equally as nervous.

The infamous yellow wall and Madridistas alike were bouncing up and down in the stands ushering their respective teams to keep pushing right until the end.

One minute to go.

You watch, fiddling with your hair to ease your nerves as the clock ticks, inching closer and closer to the thing you could only ever dream of.

Your eyes don’t leave your boyfriend, he looks exhausted as he heaves his body up and down the pitch, sweat glistening on his face making him look almost ethereal as the lights of Wembley stadium glisten against the darkening sky.

The crowd of white shirts dance around you as their chants echo.

You look at the clock. The time is up.

The few seconds between the end of added time and the referee blowing the final whistle are the most painstaking of your life.

You’d been through a lot of stress in your lifetime yet in this moment, it seems immeasurable.

But finally, the sweet sound of the whistle blows one, twice, and a final time before the stadium erupts.

Jobe and Mark jump into action, screaming and launching themselves into each others arms as Denise laughs at them, yet her eyes remain on her eldest son on the pitch.

Your eyes fill with tears as you watch your boyfriend collapse to his knees on the pitch, he’s screaming but you can’t hear it given the shouts from all over the arena, his hands cover his face as the tears spill.

He’s alone, but for less that a second before his teammates jump on him, piling up as the white shirts both on and off pitch shine.

The yellow shirts start to flee the stands as the Madridistas begin to taunt them, the players in yellow dejected, as tears flood down their faces.

You feel Denise’s arms wrap around you and you immediately reciprocate, the tears in your eyes spilling over as your heart swells with pride.

“He did it!” She says to you, wiping the tears from your face as hers cascade as well.

And then you see him again, peering over the crowds, eyes darting frantically.

His teammates tap his shoulders, shaking him and hugging him but he never desists.

His eyes dance over the sea of white and then suddenly, they stop.

His eyes are locked in your direction and he begins making his way to where you’re stood.

Vini Jr has already lunged into the crowd a few metres away from you.

Jude starts running, his tears leaving streams down his face as he gets closer, starting to jog and it’s not long until he’s right in front of you.

He goes to Jobe first, taking him into a hug, the two of them squeezing each other as Jobe begins praising his elder brother, your heart swells as you look at them.

Then it’s his dad, the both of them looking at each other for a moment before more tears make their face down their faces and then Mark has pulled Jude into his arms in a tight grip and suddenly, you see little Jude, hugging his dad after his first Sunday-league win and your emotions get the better of you again.

You’re crying even more now as he hugs Denise, her kissing his forehead and wiping his tears with the pads of her thumbs softly and you stand there admiring the two of them.

But now you’re apprehensive. No one knew about you and Jude other than your families.

It was a risk standing with them in the crowds yet Jude had insisted on you being there, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

But you didn’t know what Jude would do when he got to you.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as his gaze turns to you, Denise turning away from you both with a smile as she directs Mark and Jobe’s attention back onto the pitch, attempting to give the two of you some privacy.

He stands right in front of you, eyes glassy and gorgeous as they dance over your face, taking your beauty in.

He gets closer to you, you can feel the warmth of his body.

“Jude” you breathlessly whisper.

“I don’t care anymore” is all he says before his hands are cupping your face, his lips meeting yours with a force that almost knocks you weak at the knees.

You’re sure you’d have ended up on the floor had Jude’s hand not moved to your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

Your lips work together and you can’t bring yourself to care about anyone looking at you, you only care about your boy.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, your smiles as big as each other, giggling like children.

“My champion” you whisper to him, and then you’re both crying again in each others arms, and you aren’t sure you want to ever let go.

You, Denise, Jobe and Mark stay to watch the trophy lift and you can’t help but think how pretty Jude looks with silverware in his hands and gold around his neck.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking about how pretty that gold would look around your neck later this evening.

And naturally, social media is set on fire at the hard launch, but the two of you take no notice as Jude had just won the Champions League, and you had just won a memory you’re never, ever going to forget.

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1st to many

Summary:where Jude wins his first Champions league trophy

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. The roar of the crowd was almost deafening, but all I could focus on was the man in the white home kit moving effortlessly across the pitch. Jude. My husband. The love of my life. Our son, Louis, was bouncing excitedly beside me, his little hands clutching the edges of his seat as he watched his father in awe. As nerve-wracking as he was the day before, I could see his determination and focus now.

"Mommy, look at Daddy! He's so fast!" Louis exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.

I smiled down at him, ruffling his curly hair. "Yes, sweetheart. Daddy's amazing, isn't he?"

The match was intense, a true nail-biter. Real Madrid were fighting for every inch of the field, and it seemed like the entire stadium held its breath each time the ball neared the goal. My heart pounded with every pass, every tackle, and every shot. Then, in the 67th minute, it happened. A corner kick delivered by Toni Kroos in the air headed the ball and sent the it  sailing into the net. The stadium erupted into cheers, and I found myself screaming along with them, tears of joy streaming down my face at the end of the game it was 0-2 and Madrid had won

"They did it, Louis! They won!" I shouted, scooping him into my arms and spinning him around.

Louis giggled, his excitement matching mine. "Daddy's the best!"

As the final whistle blew, confirming their victory, the players collapsed onto the field, exhausted but triumphant. The commentator's voice echoed through the stadium, announcing the team's first Champions League win in 2 years. The player's names were chanted by thousands of fans, but Jude's  eyes searched the stands until they found us. He gave a little wave, and I blew him a kiss, mouthing the words, "I'm so proud of you."

After a few minutes of celebration on the pitch, Jude was called for a short post-match interview. He stood there, still catching his breath, as the interviewer began.

"Jude, congratulations on your incredible win! How are you feeling right now?"

"Thank you so much. Honestly, it's hard to put into words. This victory means the world to me. The adrenaline is still pumping, and I'm just overwhelmed with joy and gratitude."

"You've mentioned before that your family's support means everything to you. Can you tell us more about that?"

"Absolutely. My wife and our son, Louis, they're my rock. They've been with me every step of the way, cheering me on through the highs and lows. I couldn't have achieved this without them."

"And how does it feel to have them here with you tonight?"

"It's everything. Knowing they're in the stands, supporting me, it gives me that extra boost of motivation. Louis's face lights up when he sees me on the pitch, and my wife, she's my anchor. I'm just so grateful to have them by my side."

"You've certainly made a lot of people proud tonight. Any final words?"

"I just want to thank everyone who's supported me along this journey, especially my family. This win is as much theirs as it is mine. And to Y/n , I love you more than words can express. Thank you for being my rock, my everything."

"Any plans for the rest of the evening?"

"Just soaking it all in, really. I'm just happy. Now, I have to go and find my wife and son. They're waiting for me, and I can't wait to celebrate with them."

With that, Jude's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he bid the interviewer farewell before quickly making his way to the stands, where Louis and I were eagerly waiting for him.

"You did it, Daddy!" Louis squealed, wrapping his arms around Jude's neck.

Jude laughed, pulling him close. "We did it, little man. We did it."

Then he turned to me, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. He reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

I stroked his back, feeling his body tremble with relief and happiness. "I'm so proud of you, Jude. You've worked so hard for this."

He hugged me tighter, burying his face in my shoulder. "Don't let go," he murmured. "I just want to take this moment in."

We stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the world celebrated around us. As he pulled back slightly, I noticed the goosebumps on his arms. "Aren't you cold?" I asked, concerned. "You can take my jacket."

He shook his head, a wide smile on his face. "No, it's fine. The adrenaline is keeping me warm. I'm okay."

We laughed, and I kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of his lips. He took my hand, and together we walked onto the field, Louis perched happily on Jude's shoulders. The stadium was a whirlwind of celebration, with fans cheering, confetti falling, and cameras flashing. We joined Jude's teammates and their families, sharing hugs and congratulations. Louis quickly found some of the other children and started playing, their laughter ringing out across the field.

"Can you believe this?" Jude asked, his voice filled with wonder as he watched Louis and the other kids running around, pretending to be their football heroes.

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "It's surreal. I'm so happy for you, Jude. You've achieved your dream."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "And I couldn't have done it without you. Your support, your love—it means everything to me."

We continued our tour, mingling with the other players and their wives. When Toni came over with his wife, and their three children.

"Congratulations, Jude!" Toni said, clapping Jude on the back. "You were incredible out there."

"Thanks, mate," Jude replied, smiling broadly. "We all were. It was a team effort, just sad to see you go man.

"I know, but my time has come it's time for me to make room for the next Generation, I need to make room for people like you"

Jude smiled at Toni and they embraced eachother when all of a sudden

Toni's  hugged me, her eyes shining. "How are you holding up? That was an intense match!"

I laughed, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through me. "I'm just so relieved it's over and that they won! It's like a dream come true."

Our conversation was interrupted by Louis running over, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mommy, Daddy, look! I'm playing with the big kids!"

Jude laughed, lifting him up. "You're doing great, buddy. One day, you might be out here playing for real."

Louis's eyes sparkled. "Really, Daddy? You think I can?"

"Of course, I do," Jude said, ruffling his hair. "With hard work and determination, you can do anything."

As we walked around the pitch, we took photos and videos to capture every precious moment. Jude and I posed with the trophy, Louis standing proudly between us, his tiny hands resting on the gleaming cup.

"This is for the memories," Jude said, his voice soft and full of emotion as he snapped a selfie of us.

"For the memories," I echoed, my heart swelling with love and pride.

Later, we joined the other families in a group photo, everyone beaming with joy. The children were all gathered in front, their smiles bright and infectious. It was a beautiful scene, one that embodied the spirit of teamwork, dedication, and love.

As the celebrations slowly wound down, we found a quiet moment to sit together on the grass, watching Louis play nearby with the other kids.

"Can you believe this?" Jude asked, his voice filled with wonder. "We did it."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength. "Yes, we did. And I couldn't be happier."

Jude wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. "This is just the beginning," he said. "With you and Louis by my side, I feel like I can achieve anything."

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "We'll always be here for you, Jude. No matter what."

As we sat there, surrounded by the remnants of celebration and the echoes of cheers, I knew that this moment would be etched in our hearts forever. It was the culmination of years of hard work, sacrifice, and unwavering support. And it was a testament to the power of love and family.

Jude glanced down at his phone, which had been buzzing with messages of congratulations. He smiled and took a quick selfie of us, capturing our joy and love in that perfect moment. "For the memories," he said, showing me the photo.

I nodded, my heart swelling with love. "For the memories," I echoed.

As the night drew to a close, we gathered our things and made our way off the pitch. Louis was half-asleep in Jude's arms, worn out from all the excitement. We walked hand-in-hand, leaving the stadium behind but carrying the night's magic with us.

In the car, Jude looked back at the stadium one last time, a look of fulfillment and determination on his face. "This is just the beginning," he repeated, more to himself than to me.

I squeezed his hand, feeling the strength of our bond and the promise of our future. "And we'll be with you every step of the way."

As we drove home, the city lights shining brightly around us, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. Jude had achieved his dream, and in doing so, he had shown us all the true power of perseverance, love, and family.

When we arrived home, Louis was sound asleep in Jude's arms. Jude carried him upstairs and gently placed him in his bed, tucking him in with a kiss on his forehead. I stood in the doorway, watching this tender moment, my heart swelling with love.

"You really are an amazing father," I whispered as Jude joined me, closing Louis's door softly.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "And you're an amazing mother and wife. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

We walked to our bedroom, the excitement of the day slowly giving way to a peaceful calm. As we got ready for bed, Jude turned to me, his eyes filled with a deep, abiding love.

Jude and I lie in bed, still buzzing from the excitement of the day's events. I open my phone and scroll through social media, reading the countless messages of congratulations and admiration for Jude and our family. People are buzzing about how Jude celebrated his first Champions League victory with his family, highlighting his heartfelt words about us in the interview.

I read some of the headlines aloud to Jude:

“Jude Bellingham’s Heartwarming Tribute to His Family After Champions League Win”

“Jude Bellingham Celebrates Victory with Wife and Son – Fans Are Melting!”

“Champions League Hero: Jude Bellingham’s Emotional Speech on Family and Success”

“Jude Bellingham’s Adorable Celebration with His Wife and Son Captivates Fans”

“Jude Bellingham Dedicates Champions League Win to His Loving Family”

Switching to Instagram, I see a flood of comments under the photos and videos we posted:

jobebellingham: You guys are such an amazing family! So happy for you! 🥰

toby: What a beautiful moment! You and Jude are an inspiration. ❤️

noah: This is what football is all about. Much love to you and your family! 💪🏽👏🏽

vinijr: Seeing the love between you guys is incredible. Congrats! 🙌🏽✨

camavinga: Your support for Jude is everything. Proud of you all! 💖🙌🏽

lukamodric10: Family goals right here. Enjoy this moment! 🏆💫

toni.kr8s: Such a beautiful family. Well deserved win! 😊🙌🏽

rodrygogoes: So much love in these photos. Congratulations! ❤️🔥

toniruediger: Amazing to see you guys so happy. Well done! 👏🏽👏🏽

dani.carvajal2: What a night! Beautiful family moments. Congrats! 🎉💪🏽

ferland_mendy: So happy for you guys! Enjoy the victory! ⚽❤️

nachofi1990: Family and football, the perfect combination. Congrats! 👏🏽😊

alaba_david: Beautiful to see you all so happy. Big congrats! 🌟🙌🏽

davidluiz_4: This is what dreams are made of! Congrats to you all! 🌟❤️

sergioramos: Family first, always. Proud of you, brother! 💪🏼👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

karimbenzema: Seeing you celebrate with your family warms my heart. Congrats, Jude! 🙌🏽💯

raphaelvarane: Beautiful family moments. Congratulations on the win, Jude! 🎉🏆

edenhazard: You're an inspiration, Jude. Congratulations to you and your lovely family! 🌟💖

thibautcourtois: Enjoy these special moments with your loved ones, Jude. You deserve it! 🥂👏🏼

nachofernandez: Family is everything. Congrats on the win, mate! 🙌🏼👨‍👩‍👦

scoalarcon: Seeing you celebrate with your family is priceless. Well done, Jude! 🎉👨‍👩‍👦

federicovalverde: Family time is the best time. Congrats, Jude! 🥳👨‍👩‍👦

eder_militao: Cherish these moments forever, Jude. Congrats 🏆💖

vasquez91: You guys are the definition of #FamilyGoals. Congrats, Jude! 🎉💑

I turn to Jude, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Can you believe this?" I say, my voice filled with wonder.

Jude wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. "I can't believe any of this," he says, his voice soft with awe. "But I know one thing for sure—I couldn't have asked for a better team to share it with."

I snuggle closer to him, feeling his warmth enveloping me and he kisses my forehead. In this moment, surrounded by love and joy, I know that no matter what the future holds, we'll always have each other.

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Campeones - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: reader wants to remain professional as she interviews Jude after he’s just won the Champions League with Real Madrid, but all he wants to do, is kiss her.

Part 2 of ‘Who are you?’ (Read part 1 here)👈🏻. Can be read as a stand alone but I’d suggest reading part one first.

A/n: I’m so proud I could cry. My Jude Bellingham Masterlist <-

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White shirts poured onto the pitch the very moment that final whistle blew.

Cheers erupted all around Wembley stadium as you were escorted by a security guard from the media pen and all the way down to the pitch side within a minute of Real Madrid winning the Champions League.

Following your interview with Jude a month ago, you’d been calling each other almost everyday after he finally gave up texting you on instagram and gave you his number.

You were enamoured with each other, utterly obsessed even, to the point where you’d found yourself well acquainted with his family as whenever you’d be on FaceTime, they quite often would walk into frame and speak to you, especially his little brother, Jobe.

It was only a matter of days before you’d developed romantic feelings for him, and even less for him to like you.

So naturally, the two of you had entered a relationship shortly after Jude had confessed his feelings to you while drunk following the La Liga trophy parade.

Whilst your romantic life was blooming, so was your career.

You’d caught the attention of TNT Sports in the way that you’d handled yourself in the face of criticism and how well you’d come across as a result of the excellence of your questions in the post match interview where you and Jude had met.

They offered you a full-time job there next season, as long as you agreed to do the post-match interviews after the Champions League final.

The moment you’d told Jude about his offer, he was screaming down the phone in excitement over the prospect of you being there for him, so long as Real Madrid beat Bayern Munich in the Semi-finals.

They, of course, did.

So here you are, stood pitch side while you watch your new boyfriend jump around with his teammates after winning his first UCL.

Had you not been working and attempting to save professional face, you would’ve been crying just like Jude is.

“One minute until we are live on air” you hear a sound engineer say in your ear piece, a microphone pack having been attached to you moments ago.

“Copy that” you affirm as you hold two TNT sports labelled microphones in your hands, just waiting for the moment you get the green light to go and interview some players.

Your eyes never leave Jude as you watch him with pride, your team noticing.

“Try to keep it professional, okay? The fans loved the two of you after your last interview but they’d love you more if they got to hear from Jude properly” a man you’d grown familiar with recently jests with you.

You laugh at him and nod your head, “I’ll try”.

“Okay, you can enter the pitch now” you hear in your ear and all of a sudden, journalists flood the pitch just begging for a few seconds with the players in white.

“Who am I aiming for?” You ask your team as the camera man follows you onto the pitch.

“Who do you think?” They chuckle and you know who instantly.

Jude.

Professional. Professional. Professional.

You chant in your head, but it’s not you you’re worried about, it’s him.

The world had found out about the two of you as Jude had posted a picture of his garden on his story a few weeks ago, the only problem? It had the reflection of you cuddled into his side in the glass door.

You walk up to him, not having to walk far as he’d been looking for you the moment that whistle blew.

“Jude, may i get a few words from you?” You ask him, the camera having started rolling as he’d made his way over to you.

“For you, of course” he smiles as you hand him one of the two microphones you had. As you did, you subtly tapped his hand and widened your eyes at him, silently scolding him.

He laughs, of course.

“Jude Bellingham, Champions League winner. How does that feel?” You ask him, choosing simpler questions as it’s clear his head is foggy with emotion.

At your words, his eyes glass over and a new wave of tears fights to fall.

He opens his mouth, closes it again. And repeats that a few times while looking over your head, trying to avoid eye contact.

He’s speechless, that’s all there was to say. But you didn’t want to push him, you wanted to let him take the moment in.

“Y/n” you hear in your ear piece, but you ignore it.

“Sorry” he turns back to you, “I’ve just seen my mum, dad and brother in the crowd and honestly…I can’t describe the feeling. It’s all we’ve ever dreamed of. They’ve done so much for me, sacrificed so much for me. I just hope I’ve made it up to them” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

“I know you have” oops. “Everyone knows you have. You’ve had an incredible debut season with Madrid and made a name for yourself amongst the stars. What does this mean for you?” You recover.

But Jude hasn’t, he’s smirking.

Smirking so wide and obnoxiously at your little slip up that you want to kiss that little grin away. But alas, you can’t.

“Yeah, I mean it’s obviously incredible for my first season, for the team” he says and he can’t hold back his laugh. When he sees your stern gaze, he attempts to get the ball rolling again.

“Sorry, yeah but i can’t wait for next season. Getting back on it and hopefully winning more trophies” he says and you can tell that’s all you’re getting out of him in this moment in time.

“Thank you so much, Jude. Enjoy your celebrations this evening” you say nodding at him and turning away from him after reclaiming the microphone.

The camera man pans to the crowd for a moment and before you can finish scanning the crowd of players and media on the pitch for your next victim, you feel hands gripping your waist.

You squeal, your head whipping over your shoulder to see Jude, that same smirk on his face.

His hands slide across your stomach until he is simply hugging you from behind, you’d normally be grossed out by his sweat but you think you can ignore it just this once.

“Trying to get rid of me that quickly, baby” he says, his voice filled with humour.

“I told you to keep it professional” you said as you turn around in his arms, picking a little piece of grass out of his hair as he admires you adoringly.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy and excited and then seeing you…I just wanted to kiss you the whole time” he says, he looks so sweet and innocent and happy.

Your heart melts at the sight as you smile, letting your hands drift across the expanse of his broad shoulders and up around the back of his neck as his arms remain around your waist.

“So kiss me then” you whisper, and he needs to more encouragement.

His lips are soft and plump in contrast with the passion in which he is kissing you as you hear cheers from his teammates at the two of you.

You both smile and break out of the kiss as Jude raises his middle finger up at Vini, Cama and Tchouameni.

As that was happening however, the camera man had turned back to where he thought you were before he had panned the camera to the crowd, and with that, the camera turned as well…

Right on the two of you embracing in a heated kiss in the middle of the pitch at Wembley stadium.

A fact you become all too aware of when you hear your in-ear piece activate again.

“Whatever happened to professional?” Your team says and before you can even think about replying, Jude has ripped the ear piece out and embraced you in an even deeper kiss.

You just hope you have a job after this, although nothing could make you any happier than how you feel right now, in the arms of the boy you love. A champions league winner.

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your relationship with jude is something that remains to be seen. and yet you love him, he loves you. will you finally admit it?

Word count - 900+

Watch it - silly over thinking reader, its okay jude is there

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“I think you’re one of a kind.” he hums, flicking the hair tie on his wrist-your hair tie-against him. The soft slap it lands on his skin brings you back to reality. 

You don’t look up. Partly afraid, partly ashamed. Who are you to be one of a kind to Jude ? 

He swallows, fidgeting with his hands from his seat across from you. You worry him in more ways than one. Eager to come when he calls, and yet so shy and timid when you get here. It's almost like you're afraid of him- are you? He hopes not. That's not what he wishes this to be.

You sit at the dining table in his home, you don't know why you sat here first. Couch felt too intimate, too real. He didn't oppose, letting you take a seat farthest away from the head of the table. There's a hidden meaning here you wish to bury. But your mind knows it all the same.

You have to face it head on eventually, why not now.

“I’m sorry.” you mumble out, as graceful as a newborn calf. Half the confidence as one. You finally manage to look him in the eye, you want to cry the moment your eyes meet. He sits leaning against the table, afraid of missing a single word from your lips. 

His eye brows furrow, “what for?” soft as ever. 

“I don't know,” you sigh,”for-i guess just-making you deal with me while you have so much going on.”

He frowns, “I wanna show you something,” getting up and motioning for you to follow,

Did he not hear you? What is he up to. 

You follow him through the halls of his house, past doors and hallways till you get to a door at the end of the hall. You look at him, brows raised, puzzled. 

He pushes the door open and you're greeted to a bedroom. Jerseys line the walls, there's a shelf for trophies. And then it dawns on you, this is his room. You've never been here, not yet. A threshold that you haven't let yourself cross. And here you are, here he is, holding the door open for you. It's like he's opening his heart out, carefully carved an incision over his chest where you fit. You blink.

“Come.” is all he says.

So you do, sliping inside and awkwardly standing off in the corner.

He smiles at you, soft, shaking his head. He rests a knee on the edge of his bed, patting the top. So you do, gently sliding on and waiting for his next move. 

He doesn't speak, instead kneeling down and shuffling under his bed. He brings out a shoe box, handing it to you. 

He's giving you a pair of shoes?

You open the box and  find a scattered collection of memories spanning the time you've spent together.

Polaroids if you two, movie tickets, game tickets, little trinkets you hand him on a whim. 

“I was gonna put it in a proper box but I figured you needed to see it today,” he scratches the back of his head, gaze shying away from your own. 

He's scared. You see it in the way his legs bounces next to you on his bed, the way he's chewing his bottom lip, hands balled up in his own comforter. He's scared it's too much, that he'll be giving too much too soon, too much for you and you'll shrink away from him indefinitely. He can't help it, he loves too hard, too soon. Love. he loves you. Do you love him too? He hopes, prays. His right hand picks at his nails, he's picked it til he's bleeding. He pays no mind, he doesn't even notice. Do you love him too? Say something,, anything, he wants to say, yell, scream and shout.

He's Jude Bellingham, and he's afraid of his own love. He's nothing but a boy who years for one the way he yearns for them. He's Jude. And he yearns for you. 

You take a breath in, setting the box down next to you. He panics, eyes going wide and scrambling out of his seat. Oh he's done it again hasn't he. Letting his big stupid dumb heart do the thinking. 

You pull his arm, getting up, and tackling him in a bone crushing hug, sending him back first to his bed,just about knocking the air out of him. 

“I love you,” you mumble, now laying on top of him. And he laughs. He laughs loud and bright. You love him.

“I love you!” he manages to blurt between giggles. 

You smile, but you can't contain your tears. He keeps every memory? In a neat box under his bed? As a reminder of his love? In order to always keep you near? To never forget not even a second?

You didn't know someone could love so much, so hard, so wholly. And here he is. Giving his heart to you. The little incision on his chest now a gash where his hearts been ripped out, handed to you. He trusts you all too much. But you love him. Oh how you love him. If it meant carrying the world you would. 

Oh how sweet jude is. He wipes your tears, gently kissing your forehead. 

“Hey hey, it's okay. I got you.” he mumbles into your neck.

Does he ever.

[aftrshour]

POSH AND BELLS — JUDE BELLINGHAM

summary: you’re a famous singer and he’s a famous soccer player.

fc: halle bailey

W/N:basically david beckham and victoria (from spice girls) story. i have a fanfic about that on wattpad!!! excuse me for my bad english, not my first language

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ynposh living a dream!!!

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yfnsporty living this dream togetheeeeer!

ynposh my sisters 🩷

sabrinacarpenter oh i’m in love w you

ynposh STOP 🛑 ✋

spicegirls shout out to our posh one!

user now i understand why is she the posh one

user1 not jude liking a spice girl pic

user2 leave my baby alone from these soccer drama

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ynposh incredible experience, even if i don’t understand what was going on

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yfnsporty i tried to explain but she kept asking WHY

ynposh I’M SO SORRY

yfnbaby not you going to a football game just bc of the VIEW

ynposh yeah… the view…

user4 GIRL

dovecameron girl i feel u

ynposh and it’s all good u know

realmadrid she didn’t understand but the girl CHEERED

ynposh I LOVE YOU MADRIDISTAS

judebellingham i can teach you

ynposh 🧐

user i mean the man shoot his shot

vinijr he definitely did 😂

user TELL US MORE

user1 i’m so invested in this

user2 ong jude why a spice girl

user3 bc she’s the prettiest girl on EARTH

ynposh

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ynposh celebrating in madrid!!!

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yfnscary they know how to party

ynposh THEY DOOO

yfnginger girl i saw u, what was THAT

ynposh the man loves his family and that’s BEAUTIFUL

user not posh simping over a football player

judebellingham im keeping the ticket

ynposh read the number in it

user1 man that’s REVOLUCIONARY

user2 they’re elite

user3 not the football player, yn!!!

user4 let the girl LOVE

user5 who is the guy?

user6 i feel like this is a joke

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ynposh WHO IS THAAAT?

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yfnsporty yn wasn’t sleeping and i thought “that’s suspicious”

ynposh yeah, i slept on the car, couldn’t resist

yfnbaby the caption is literally all the internet rn

ynposh yeah we know 😂

sabrinacarpenter listening to the weeknd, right?

ynposh GIRL you nasty 👀

judebellingham WHO IS THAAAAT?

aurelientchm that’s literally u man, and coach is going to KILL u for driving 6 hours to see her

vinijr 😂 how dumb can i person be????

ynposh don’t say that about my fav one! love u tchouameni

user i mean this is getting interesting

user1 tea time: coach doesn’t like posh

user2 tea time: i think jude doesn’t care

user3 we’re gonna have songs about this

user4 welcome to the best team in the world, posh

user5 u crazy?

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judebellingham posh and bells

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vinijr what a couple!

aurelientchm the man manifested when we saw her concert and he said “i’m gonna marry the posh one”

brahim THE COUPLE 🔥🔥

joselumato THEM

camavinga i called that when i said to him that yn was watching our game that day

lucasvazquez91 just to say… they’re royalty

jobebellingham yn >>> jude

spicegirls HEY JUDE 👋

ynposh bells and posh 🤍

user they’re the moment, and we’re just living it

user1 the fact that they’re the most successful in both careers

user2 adopt me PLEASE

[aftrshour]

what’s your wp user?

@aftrshour on wattpad !!! but I only write in portuguese, english is not my first language

:( one day i’ll try to write in english

[aftrshour]

REAL MADRID — JUDE BELLINGHAM

summary : you’re daughter of real madrid’s coach

face claim — natalia azahara

A/N : i also have a fanfic about this on wattpad, also with secret relationship sooo

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ynancelotti dreamy view

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yourbff you’re the dreamy view!!!

ynancelotti love you!!!

claragalle how can a person be that stunning?

ynancelotti stop you are

carlosancelotti ¡linda mi amor!

ynancelotti gracias papá ❤️

user not jude liking and following his coach’s daughter

user1 we get jude, she’s beautiful

user2 he’s just trying to please his coach

user3 girl you WISH you were her rn

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ynancelotti take your kid to your job day + hot summer day

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claragalle ahhh 😍

ynancelotti ❤️

yourbff take me to their game PLEASE

ynancelotti your my +1 always

carlosancelotti ven todos los dias

ynancelotti yo voy

judebellingham next time, make sure you’re gonna hit the goal

ynancelotti learn how to speak in spanish and we can talk

user do i see trophy wife material?

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user1 i swear to god she’s living one of those fanfics

user2 it girl and her it boy

user3 they need to date

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ynancelotti ¡hala madrid!

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yourbff madridista 4L

ynancelotti GIRL 😂

judebellingham lucky charm

ynancelotti ❤️

vinijr our mascot

ynancelotti shut up

user living her best life

user1 live laugh love jude bellingham

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user2 in her player’s wife era?

user3 in her coach’s daughter era*

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judebellingham best decisions

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yourbff 1. yn 2. real madrid

judebellingham ☝���

ynancelotti i love you ❤️

judebellingham love you more

carlosancelotti 👀🫵🏻

judebellingham 🫡

user is that a hard launch???

user1 i think is kinda obvious yeah

user2 jude and yn breaking the internet

user3 COUPLE GOALS!

user4 i love carlos and jude’s interactions lol 😆

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ynancelotti i ❤️ real madrid

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jobebellingham you have bad taste in team and man

ynancelotti don’t talk like that about my team

judebellingham yn?

gioreyna take care of our boy

ynancelotti OUR?

judebellingham my lucky charm

ynancelotti you’re so sweet

user i wanna be her so bad

user1 sign the adoption paper please

user2 they’re so cute omg

[aftrshour]

— ✦* RELATIONSHIPS MASTERLIST

Eu, pessoalmente, sou uma grande fã de listas de conections. Sabe, aquelas com ideias de relações para personagens? É uma maneira muito eficaz de plotar, dá certo 90% das vezes e as pessoas podem ver quais tipos de plot você quer para seu personagem, dessa forma fica mais fácil plotar. Outra vantagem é pensar em quais tipos de relacionamento seu personagem teria, e isso ajuda bastante a ter uma ideia geral sobre o personagem. O problema é que essas listas de relacionamentos para personagens costumam estar em inglês, e não é todo mundo que manja ler as coisas em inglês, isso dificulta bastante. Por isso eu escolhi algumas das minhas listas de relacionamentos favoritas, misturei e traduzi. Outras vieram da minha cabeça mesmo. 

Espero que gostem, se vocês usarem, por favor curtam ou compartilhem!

Quantidade: 143 ideias de relações

Créditos: tweekofrp, verorpt

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