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the arsenal college au, “for the first time”: chapter 1 — leandro trossard.

series genre: fluff, pining, drama, some comedic elements.

series summary: leandro finds more than he’s bargained for when he switches colleges.

warnings: none.

word count: 5.3k

welcome to my new series! my pride, my joy, and quite honestly, it’s my baby. i’ve been working on it the last few months and only found my way back to it in october, deciding to officially start posting it now. this is the first official chapter of the au series with spin-offs pending! enjoy and leave some feedback (or don’t, i’m kinda scared! 😵‍💫).

Leandro didn’t get nervous about many things.

He was calm, cool, and collected; never one to get bent out of shape about things he couldn’t change, taking it all as a learning experience and moving on, despite his hardened exterior—which was just his face.

He didn’t find himself being a worried person, at least, not until his first day at his new university. Of course, like clockwork, it felt as if he forgot every single minute detail about himself. He could barely speak English for a moment when he approached the secretary in the main campus building, having to stop himself from speaking in Dutch to her, before he finally forced himself to relax.

“Um, Leandro Trossard,” He murmured his name to her, and he winced when she told him that he was early for his move-in day. He knew that already, but he was hopeful that she’d let him go in anyways, and perhaps, she’d actually taken pity on him; he wondered if she saw him shaking like a scared little dog, and that’s why she gave him his dorm room key. Leandro took the key with a half-smile, unable to get the other side of his lips to force a grateful grin, and he walked out of the office to find the dorm room building.

The walk to the building wasn’t long at all, and he was thankful that the campus had scenic views: settling the nerves that rested at the pit of his stomach, just from the sight of trees that he couldn’t wait to sit near while he did his work, enjoying the peace and quiet before the start of the semester. He was pleasantly surprised at the dorm room building too, seeing the completed bulletin boards that he assumed the Resident Assistant had done, and it had gotten a quiet giggle out of him— he wasn’t big on the internet, not seeing a use for social media, but he understood the humor of the bulletin board and couldn’t ignore the comfort he felt already.

As if he really belonged here, like this was his place.

He’d have his own roommate, with no distractions or drama, and everything was going to be okay.

Leandro was sure of it.

Until he turned the key to open his dorm room and found two other men staring at him with puzzled looks, making the grin on his lips—that he didn’t even know he had—drop slowly as he stared back.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Benjamin!” The other one yelled in anger quietly at Benjamin (apparently), who simply glared at him, and turned back to Leandro with a sympathetic grin before he spoke. “My name’s Aaron and I’m sorry about him, but um.. what he said, who are you?”

Leandro blinked rapidly as he tried to find the words, not expecting to be in this situation as quickly as he found himself in it. He stammered while looking at his dorm room information paper, meeting their gazes once more with a stressed expression.

“Leandro, my name’s Leandro… this is supposed to be my room…” He trailed off awkwardly as he looked back down at the paper again, trying to ignore the scoff of annoyance that came out of Benjamin’s mouth, wishing that he was anywhere but here now.

The two men before him were silent, but he could practically feel the fumes blowing out of Benjamin’s ears, and he didn’t know what else to do besides stand there like an idiot. Neither of them were offering a solution and it was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable, so he tried to fix it: looking at the room door again, then back at the paper, then at the number on the door again before he looked at the two of them and awkwardly laughed quietly.

“Um,” He murmured, motioning to his paper and the door. “Yeah, I guess this is my room too.”

Benjamin sat up in his bed with a huff before getting out of the comfortable sheets to slide on his slippers, and his slippers smacked against the wooden floor as he stalked over to Leandro. He held a hand out, taking the paper from Leandro, eyes squinting for dramatics as he read it, and his head flew back in annoyance when he finished reading. He turned to Aaron and nodded; his own silent way of stating that this was, indeed, Leandro’s room too.

“Well, uh, welcome to our roo–,” Aaron began to speak, before he was cut off by Benjamin.

“What do you mean ‘welcome’, Aaron? This is our room and someone needs to fix this, now.” Benjamin grumbled angrily towards his friend, ignoring Leandro’s presence, which made Leandro feel like more of a burden than he thought he’d be. Benjamin rolled his eyes at Aaron’s silence and pushed past Leandro out of the room, disappearing down the hallway as he called out for someone named Amina.

Leandro awkwardly turned back towards Aaron, who sent him a sympathetic smile as he twiddled with his thumbs uncomfortably—unsure of how to fill the unpleasant silence.

“Don’t pay Ben any mind,” Aaron finally spoke up, trying his best to make Leandro feel comfortable. He knew that Benjamin could be too much at times for someone who didn’t know him, especially since he experienced firsthand himself the sharp attitude of Benjamin’s when they first met almost three years ago. He stood up from his single bed, shocking Leandro with his tall stature, and he walked over to him with his hand out, wanting to properly greet his new roommate. “He’s always like that with people he doesn’t know, but don’t worry; I think we’ll become good friends really fast.” He held his hand out for Leandro to shake, and he smiled when he took it.

Leandro smiled, releasing a quiet breath of relief that Aaron didn’t share the same sentiment as Benjamin. His nerves were shot and from the little bit of kindness that he only now experienced, they finally began to settle, and he hoped it’d stay that way. He felt much smaller than Aaron, literally and figuratively, as the man practically towered over him, but there was a comfort that he exuded and it made Leandro feel okay for once. His lips parted to speak, feeling all of his thoughts that he needed to speak out dance on his tongue, but the sound of Benjamin’s voice and a woman bickering with him made his mouth shut quickly.

“Ben, you’re just as annoying as Emile right now–there’s nothing I can do about the room.” The woman stressed as if she’d repeated it to him multiple times, scoffing at Benjamin’s huff of annoyance. Their voices got closer and closer to the room before the two finally appeared: Benjamin, with a sour look on his face, and the woman, who Leandro could only assume was Amina. She smiled at Aaron, who quickly sent a toothy grin her way, before she turned to Leandro and stuck her hand out to shake his.

“I’m Amina, the resident assistant for this dorm.” She introduced herself, rolling her eyes at Benjamin’s quiet mutters of displeasure as she shrugged it off—it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before, especially with the people Aaron and Benjamin happened to surround themselves with. She tucked a curly strand of her hair behind her ear and the soft grin on her lips never left, even when Leandro introduced himself to her. “Like I explained to Ben many times right now, I’m not in charge of the rooms; any mistake made isn’t mine, so let’s not blame me.” Amina sent a pointed look in Benjamin’s direction, who rolled his eyes this time. “Move-in day is tomorrow and from the look of my list, along with the lists for the other dorms, Leandro has to be here. There’s no space anywhere else, so you’re gonna have to live with it, Ben.”

Benjamin sighed and nodded, no longer in the mood to argue about the stupid dorm room. He walked past three of them back into their dorm and laid on his bed, facing his side of the wall away from them. Leandro tried his best to ignore Benjamin’s obvious frustration, like Amina and Aaron were doing, but to no avail; he hoped that as the semester moved along, he’d be able to adapt the ability to ignore him.

“Don’t worry about any of this,” Amina reassured Leandro, noticing the obvious look of discomfort on his face. “I’ll make sure there's another bed put in here in a little bit.”

Leandro murmured a soft ‘thank you’ and watched as she walked away before turning back to Aaron, who beckoned Leandro to follow him into the dorm room. He followed him inside, looking everywhere except at Benjamin, and he took note of all of the decorations that the two men had in the room. A multiple of posters of various footballers, a confusing selection of funko pops that he couldn’t figure out on Aaron’s shelf, and an assortment of skincare items in a shower caddy that rested on Benjamin’s desk. He was lucky that the room still had enough space for the extra bed that would be his, and for a moment, he was glad that he was smart enough to pack light–Leandro wasn’t one to need much, he was able to make do with what he had, and suddenly, he didn’t feel so bad about this messy arrangement.

“So um, what classes are you guys taking?” Leandro spoke meekly, trying to make conversation. He wanted to make the air in the room less tight and release the uncomfortable tension that lingered behind. The two men peered up at him, and he tried to hide his shock when Benjamin actually sat up to engage.

“Biology,” Benjamin muttered, which made Leandro’s eyebrows rise. The thought of Benjamin taking Biology classes, let alone that major, was unexpected to him–he wondered just how smart Benjamin really was. He nodded and murmured about how interesting it was, not wanting to step on his roommate's toes than he already had, but he didn’t expect the question to be returned back to him. “What about you?”

Leandro blinked, at a loss for words from the soft tone of Benjamin’s voice.

“Well, Benjamin, I’m a–,”

“Don’t call me that, call me Ben.”

A soft smile found its way onto Leandro’s rosy lips and he nodded, murmuring the nickname to himself. “Well, um, I’m in the Physician Assistant’s program, but uh, I still have some Biology classes to complete since mine didn’t transfer over from my last college…” He trailed off, before he found the right words, and he hoped he didn’t come off as too excited. “Maybe we’ll have the same classes! Are you taking microbiology?”

Ben nodded and was about to speak before Aaron interjected with a cheesy grin.

“I am, Leo!” He beamed, not noticing the nickname he’d given Leandro. “I’m an Exercise Science major!”

Leandro didn’t realize how much larger the grin on his lips grew until he finally felt his cheeks hurt. He tried to stop himself from smiling, but he couldn’t believe the difference in the last forty-five minutes that he’s spent with his two roommates: it finally seemed as if he was making some rapport with them, that they were actually interested in being cool with him, especially Ben. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling silly for being overcome with such glee that it made his cheeks flush with a red tinge.

He didn’t even care that it felt like everything had to go wrong just to get to this moment: he felt liked, and that was the most important thing to him right now—whether it was forced, on Ben’s part, or not.

The three men talked for what felt like hours, and they’d even helped Leandro settled in when his single bed arrived: helping him put on his bed sheets, telling him ways to make the bed more comfortable, and they’d even went back to his car with him to grab the remainder of his things.

Before they knew it, it was nearing ten pm, and that’s when Ben decided that he was going to get ready for bed. “I’m going to the bathroom to get ready for bed; Leandro, you know where that is, right?” He spoke, his own indirect way of asking if he needed a tour of the dorm building—considering it was basically Leandro’s first time at the college, ever.

Leandro perked up and shook his head, silently grateful that Ben had asked him that. He was still figuring his way around the campus, and not knowing where the bathroom was kind of a nightmare to him. He stood up and followed Ben out of the dorm room, the two of them walking down the quiet halls together. He was in disbelief at how quiet it was; move-in day was tomorrow, so the rest of the students wouldn’t be in until then, and he wondered if it would ever be this quiet again. He didn’t think it would be, but he hoped he’d be surprised as the semester progressed.

“What made you pick this college?” Ben suddenly asked, staring straight ahead as he didn’t want to face Leandro. He wasn’t always this nosy—straightforward, yes— as he mostly kept to himself and the group of friends that he had, but the curiosity was killing him a bit. As much as he hated the thought of Leandro rooming with him and Aaron in the beginning, Ben found himself wanting to know more about the new guy. And it wasn’t often that he said this quickly, especially when he met Aaron, but he was starting to consider Leandro a friend.

Leandro shrugged, trying to get used to having the hotspot on him so much, and he knew it was only going to be harder to get out of the spotlight as a foreign-transfer student. “This college has a better program than my other one did, so I just transferred.” He was truthful, a relaxed expression on his face as there really was nothing juicy about his background.

He was just…. normal.

Ben hummed, “So, you’re just a nerd then.”

“I guess so.” Leandro laughed quietly to himself.

The trip to the bathroom was a short one: Leandro felt incredibly silly for being captivated by the cleanliness of it, but also by Ben’s extensive skincare routine. He’d never seen someone put so many acids and face masks on their face, but clearly it worked for Ben—he looked as if he’d never had a blemish on his face, ever. Leandro stood against the wall awkwardly as he waited for Ben to finish.

“So, um,” Leandro began to speak lowly. “Do you have other friends on campus besides Aaron?”

Ben looked at him through the mirror and nodded, as he applied the last product in his routine. “Yeah, there’s a whole group of us—you’ll like them, maybe not. Maybe some of them. I don’t know, they piss me off sometimes, so.”

Leandro blinked in response, not expecting the blunt response from Ben, but he also didn’t know what he was expecting from him either. He chuckled to himself softly, thinking it was a fair answer, and shrugged; he couldn’t blame the honesty, in fact, Ben was shaping out to be someone who he could trust quickly. Quicker than he could’ve ever imagined.

The two eventually left the bathroom, talking amongst themselves about the group of friends that Leandro was itching to meet—not knowing what he’d eventually be getting himself into.

—————

The peace and quiet Leandro had the night before move-in day was long gone when students started to trickle into the dorm building, bringing in shouts and excited hollers that he didn’t expect. He didn’t know much about the culture at the college, but from his experience back home: not everyone liked the school, and it seemed like they actually did here.

Leandro was thankful that his professors had begun to email him and the rest of his classmates, already assigning work that was due the second week of class, and although he didn’t need to start it, it gave him a well-needed break from all the noise that he didn’t want to hear. He collected his book bag and made sure his laptop was in it before sliding the bag onto his shoulder.

Ben and Aaron were still asleep, which he still couldn’t believe, even though it was almost twelve in the afternoon. He didn’t want to bother the two and left the room quietly, leaving the building to walk over to the library; where of course, he’d find the peace and quiet he’d been yearning for. He found a table and made himself comfortable, pulling out his laptop as he began to access the school’s website that his assignments were posted on.

Leandro was so focused on reading the material and completing his assignments, way ahead of the curve this early, that he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone anymore in the library. His eyes were trained on the girl that caught his attention, and he didn’t mean to look at her so hard, but he was captivated by her. Her dark brown, short and slightly curly locks, and her figure that made him know she had to be just a few inches shorter than him, which he couldn’t help but blush at. He was so used to being the short one, the thought of being with someone shorter than him made his stomach do backflips.

He thought she was beautiful, a sweet creation, and her standing in the medical articles section made his heart skip a beat too.

“You should talk to her.” A voice next to Leandro made him jump, his eyebrows furrowing shortly after when he recognized the accent—Scottish. He looked up, noticing a guy with lazily-styled brown hair standing next to his chair, and he opened his lips to object to the company, but didn’t. “Kieran, by the way.” Kieran introduced himself, pulling out a chair to sit next to Leandro, who was still trying to understand what just happened.

“Um, Leandro,” He responded, raising his eyebrows as he looked over at Kieran and watched as he began to study without a care. He didn’t know who Kieran was, and sure, he knew some people were more forward than he was, but he still couldn’t believe the audacity that he had to just sit next to him. Especially, without asking.

“You gonna look at me and say nothin’ like you did with her?”

Leandro did a double take at Kieran’s comment, not expecting the sarcastic remark, but of course; if Kieran could insert himself in Leandro’s business, he certainly should’ve expected that the mysterious weirdo could dish it out to him. His hand laid on his neck, scratching it awkwardly, as he turned away from Kieran. “Sorry, uh, just didn’t know why you sat here.” Leandro tried his best to not sound rude, hoping that it didn’t come off that way, even if Kieran was a bit of a sarcastic prick.

“You don’t own the library, mate,” Kieran laughed, scrunching his eyebrows together as he looked at Leandro. “Just wanted to sit here. I saw you looking at Eden and thought it was funny, just like that grey stripe in your hair.”

Leandro rolled his eyes at the insult, but quickly shook it off when he finally got a name for her: Eden.

It suited her, it was pretty just like her, and if he wasn’t so bothered by Kieran already, he would’ve asked him more questions about her.

He didn’t though.

In turn, Kieran was the one asking him more questions.

“You’re new here, right?” He asked, not looking up from his laptop. Leandro, however, kept his gaze on him. He sighed quietly at the question, wondering if he had a sticker on his forehead that stated to others that he was new or if he was just like a car and had some sort of new student smell that he didn’t know about.

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” Leandro murmured meekly, his voice quieting as he spoke in confusion. Still, not liking being the center attention: especially, if it was coming from Kieran.

“I’ve never seen you around before,” Kieran shrugged, “I know almost everyone that goes here.”

Leandro’s head leaned back as he looked at him quizzically. He didn’t know the total number of students at the college, surely it had to be in the thousands, so he wondered just how literal Kieran was being. There was no way he was that charming to people for him to know everyone, let alone one single person here. His face spoke for himself, making Kieran laugh and roll his eyes: he’d already known what Leandro was thinking.

“I know your little girlfriend,” Kieran teased, referring to his newest crush, Eden. He then nodded over to the other part of the library, making Leandro turn his head after he rolled his eyes at the joke and noticed Ben, along with Aaron, walking up to the two of them. “I know those two idiots too.”

Aaron walked over with a wide smile tugging the corner of his lips, while Ben stuck with his same old expression: a resting bitch face that would make even the most self-assured person in the room cower in fear. The pair walked over to Kieran and Leandro, not bothering to take a seat as they were only there to get their roommate.

“You met Kieran, that’s great!” Aaron gushed, skipping the pleasantries as there was no need. He was thankful he had one less person to introduce to Leandro, especially knowing the acquired taste that Kieran could be to some. Kieran rolled his eyes at Aaron’s excitement, finding it no big deal. “We were going to introduce you to the lads, Leandro! They’re outside on the pitch, kicking about.”

The invitation made Leandro release a breath, happy enough to get out of the awkward conversation with Kieran —that he was still figuring out if it was his fault, Kieran’s, or both of theirs—and leave the library. He collected his things and put them in his book bag, trying to not seem so eager to leave, although he truly was. He’d only met Aaron and Ben yesterday, but from what he’d heard about the rest of their friends: they’re a tight knit group, and that’s something he couldn’t wait to be a part of. As he slung his book bag onto his shoulder, he noticed that Kieran hadn’t done the same and was still typing away on his laptop.

“You’re not coming?”

Kieran shook his head, grabbing his airpod case that sat next to his laptop. He opened the case and put one earbud in, holding the other as he licked his lips slightly before responding to him. “Nah, maybe later.”

Leandro shrugged in response, thinking a relieved ‘thank goodness’ before turning to Aaron and Ben, who had a soft smirk on his lips this time. He knew what his friend had to have been thinking, sharing the same sentiment about Kieran without uttering a single word. He began to walk alongside the pair, talking about the awkwardness that Leandro experienced around Kieran, and it made the walk across the courtyard to the field a quick one.

Aaron was kind enough to fill Leandro in what he’d be getting himself into: talking about all the boys, what they were like, and how to approach each of them. He’d already received the rundown from Ben last night, but he appreciated the extra information as he was now starting to get nervous at the thought of meeting them all. Luckily, Aaron made it a point to note that it didn’t take much to impress any of them.

Well, except for Granit, who Leandro found out wasn’t afraid to hurt someone’s feelings.

Or, hurt someone too.

The trio made it onto the pitch, watching as the men were playing a full-fledged game with each other. None of the twenty-two men on the field were afraid to pull their punches, full of aggression as if the game was full of stakes that no one wanted to lose. Leandro watched with quiet amazement, noticing the speed of some of them, and he let his mind run with silly thoughts about how differently he would’ve done things to not lose possession like he’d seen happen multiple times in the few minutes that he caught the game.

“That’s Granit standing over there, he’s the—,” Aaron whispered over to Leandro, pulling him away from his thoughts, and he pointed to the man that turned to them with an angry expression. Leandro could hear the two other men beside him gulp, and he wondered if he should be afraid too.

“Where the fuck have the two of you been?” Granit shouted to Aaron and Ben, and when the trio walked closer to him on the pitch, he motioned towards Leandro. “Who’s this?”

“Leandro, our new roommate!” The smile on Aaron’s face slowly dropped as he answered, bracing himself (and Leandro) while he awaited the worst of Granit.

Granit’s eyebrows raised and he looked at Leandro with an unreadable expression.

“You play?” He asked him, crossing his arms—which was far more menacing than he intended, but he didn’t care either.

“Uh, a little bit, yeah.” Leandro replied meekly, trying to look behind Granit, so he didn’t have to meet his tense gaze. Granit shrugged with a nod, kicking the ball over to him softly, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes when Leandro looked down at the ball stupidly.

“Kick it,” Granit said in exasperation, rolling his eyes. “From right here.”

Leandro was taken aback, not expecting the order to be given to him, but of course, Granit was everything that Ben and Aaron said he was: tough, serious, and kind of a dick. The position in which Leandro stood in had to be 13 yards away from the goal post, and even though there was no keeper in front, he still felt his legs shake with slight fear as he prepared to take his shot. He looked over at Ben, who nodded at him to go ahead, and released a quiet breath before his foot connected with the ball—chipping it with a moderate amount of force and the curvature of the ball was far more satisfying than he'd ever seen.

Much to his, and Granit’s surprise, the ball kissed the back of the net: it was more than a perfect shot. The cheers from the other men were loud enough to blow out his ear drum, louder than the applause he’d ever heard when he played back home, and it made a tiny smile lift the corner of his lips.

Granit turned to look at him. “That didn’t look like a little bit.”

Leandro laughed softly, scratching at his cheek nervously.

“I used to play, yeah.. not anymore.”

Granit walked up to him and stuck his hand out towards Leandro, surprising the other men that surrounded them.

“Welcome to Arsenal, then.”

Leandro took his hand, making sure to grasp it firmly, and the two of them shook hands—making it a done deal. He didn’t know exactly what Arsenal stood for or why it was such a big deal to the men, especially Granit, but he knew one thing for sure: that it was much more than what all of them left on the pitch at the end of the day, and he was going to be a part of something meaningful. Which is what he’d been looking for when he decided that he was transferring colleges.

He released Granit’s hand, and braced himself for the impact of all his other teammates—who were now his new friends—as they all jumped on him with excitement. The chatter on the pitch was loud, something that would usually bother Leandro, but it didn’t this time around. Instead, he was happy to be around it, and it made him feel even better knowing that they actually wanted to get to know him.

The combined stress of being new and the semester that awaited him began to lift off of Leandro’s shoulders like nothing, a distant feeling that he never thought would be fleeting. He looked over at Aaron and Ben, smiling at the pair before looking down at the ball that had been kicked over to his feet.

“What’re we waiting for, lads?” Leandro grinned, “Let’s go!”

———

Leandro couldn’t count how many games they’d played in the last few hours, let alone how many hours it had been. He only knew to call it quits when the sun was beginning to set, a smile tugging on his lips as he watched it go down on his walk back to the dorms. He walked by himself until footsteps sounded loudly behind him and he turned around to see Aaron, Ben, Emile, and Bukayo there with sweaty grins (minus Ben, of course) on their lips.

“The rest of the guys decided to stop playing too, so we wanted to walk back with you.” Aaron’s grin didn’t falter as he explained their sudden appearance, walking together with Leandro back to their building, and Leandro didn’t mind it one bit.

The boys walked down the hallway of their dorm room floor, chatting amongst themselves, and Leandro let out a gauwf of laughter at a stupid joke that Emile had made, making the youngster feel pleased with himself. He was used to feeling like a nuisance often, so to make someone that wasn’t Aaron or Bukayo laugh made him feel as if he'd hit the jackpot.

Emile fixed his lips to speak again, a smirk rising on his lips as another joke danced on his tongue, and he knew it was going to be a riot. His lips parted, but instead he called out for Amina, who stood near her room door and rolled her eyes at the sight of the group of men. He ran up to her, making Leandro’s eyebrows raise as he smirked, while Aaron and Bukayo began to tease them like school children.

“Ooooh okay, Ems!” Bukayo cupped his hands around his lips as he yelled, as Aaron egged him on in a fit of giggles. Ben rolled his eyes at the antics, nudging Leandro to let him know that he was going inside their dorm room, and Leandro was about to follow him in until he noticed her again.

He watched as Eden laughed with another girl, maybe her friend or her roommate, as she unlocked her room door. He was fixated on her, watching her with a small smile that he didn’t notice he had on his lips because he was too focused on her and the fast pace of his heart that had everything to do with her, and not with the game of football that he just played. He could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, her room not too far away from his, and he felt weird for invading their privacy from afar, but the softness of her voice had captivated him.

“Can’t believe him.. no, Granit.. such a cunt..” He heard her friend say, smiling to himself at the statement, but also at the sound of Eden’s melodic laugh. The more he looked at her, the more he noticed things about her that he hadn’t when he first saw her earlier: the little dimple that dipped in her cheek, how gently carved out her side profile was, and the little curls that swooped on her forehead. He didn’t think many people could pull off short haircuts, not even himself, but he believed that the style was made for her. He was sure of it.

Leandro didn’t know how long he’d stood there looking at her, growing embarrassed when she met his eyes and smiled at him softly before walking into her dorm room with her friend. His back pressed against his door, a little breath escaping his lips while his mouth curled into a slight smile. He didn’t even know her, never uttered a word to her.. and yet, Eden already had him wrapped around her finger.

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fallinforerling · 7 months

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Pls pls do relationship alphabet w Jude

fluff alphabet | jude bellingham

a = affection + activities (how affectionate is he? how does he show affection?/ how does he spend his free time with you?)

he’s a little koala bear from all you know

there’s not a moment while you’re together where he isn’t hugging, kissing, or just resting some of his body weight on you

his favorite way of showing affection is rather kissing you to oblivion or just playing with your hair

he loves to take you on long walks where you talk about everything that comes to mind

if you’re not on a walk with him, you’re probably playing games or at the gym (he tricked you into going)

b = beauty - what does he admire about you? what does he think is beautiful about you?

he loves your waist

there’s something about how it looks on the slim tight dresses or workout clothes that make him go crazy

he also adores your neck

but apart from it, he also loves your laugh

so he makes it his personal mission to make you laugh (and that means a real laugh) most of the time you’re with him

it comes to the point where you’re ugly laughing at the most inconvenient times and places

c = cuddles + comfort (does he like to cuddle? how would he cuddle you?/how would he help you when you’re feeling down?)

since he likes hugs, he def loves cuddles

he likes to be the big spoon, so he can be able to kiss your neck or bury his face on your hair as long as he wants

and ever since you felt comfortable enough to not use a bra around, he puts his hands up your shirt, embracing your breasts in a very non-sexual way that makes you giggle

every time he sees the tiniest of grimaces on your face, he hurries to make you your favorite drink, interrogating you to no end until you are pouring everything from your chest

his advices are always the best part

he’s a great support when you’re feeling down

d = domestic + dreams (does he want to settle down? how does he picture their future together?)

he hasn’t tell you yet, but he def daydreams about a house with two kids running around in a couple of years

it hasn’t been a day since you two started dating were he doesn’t picture you being his longtime partner

there’s no one like you for him

he can’t wait to stay up taking care of the kids, or coming home and being welcomed by the result of the love you have for each other

it’s cheesy, but his goal is being the next messi and antonella of football

e = equal (is he the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he’s very dominant, but he only shows it more when you’re in the bedroom

in your daily life, there’s no such thing as a loud tone or something that might be disrespectful towards you

f = fiancé (how does he feel about commitment? how quick would he want to get married?)

as i said, this guy is having 24/7 dreams about making you his wife

he won’t say the word “proposing” in front of you, fearing that he might spoil it for you

he secretly spies on your taste in jewelry and bribes your bestfriend to tell him which type of engagement ring you prefer

if everything goes according to his plans, you will be mrs. bellingham in three years

g = gentle + gratitude (how gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?/ how grateful is he; is he aware of everything you do for him?)

he’s the most gentle soul you’d ever met

he treats you with such care that you catched yourself more than enough times tearing up a bit

he’s very aware of the beautiful connection you two have, and tries his best to keep it as healthy as possible

he knows how much you care about him, about the two of you

he’s aware that despite you having your own life and a strict job, you’re still giving your best, supporting him even though his work makes him travel and move very often

he couldn’t ask for someone better

h = honesty (does he have secrets he hides from you? or does he share everything?)

he only hides his embarrassing secrets from his early teen years

jobe tells you everything nonetheless

you are both very open and honest with each other, knowing how communication is key for any relationship

the only secret he keeps from you is how badly obsessed he is with you (he’s failing)

i = i love you (how fast did he said the L-word?

he knew it way before saying it, he just couldn’t jump right in and tell you, that could’ve been a bit scary for you

you were just the perfect girl, every little thing you did made him think again about how much he was starting to love you

but even he, with a good amount of willpower and self control, couldn't help the words slipping out his mouth one random night at his place

you were both shocked and happy, kissing him senseless until his toes curled

he didn’t doubted you felt the same

j = jealousy (how jealous does he get, does he get jealous easily? how does he deal with it? what does he do when he’s jealous?)

as much as he tries to be the bigger person, he can’t help to get jealous from time to time

and it has nothing to do with you, but more with the fact that you’re so gorgeous, it’s inevitable for other guys to stare at you longer that he would like

he mostly smirks at them, knowing they can look all they want, but you’re his, and his only

but just to make it clear, his hands stay on your waist, your neck or thighs, his lips leaving kisses that last longer than usual

you know, just to make sure they get the message

k = kisses (what are his kisses like? where does he like to kiss you? how was your first kiss like?)

his kisses always feel like the last one he’s giving you

his hands are always holding your jaw or neck, making you smirk against his lips

he loves to kiss your hand anytime you meet, it’s a little inside joke about englishman manners

he’s also addicted to the way the skin of your shoulders feel against his lips

your first kiss was as consuming as the others that followed. there hasn’t been a kiss between you two were you didn’t felt the butterflies on your stomach

you often feel like you’re still on the honeymoon phase

l = love language (what’s his love language? is it compatible with yours?)

he’s all in for physical touch

he just loves to know you’re always at arms length, it relaxes him

and you love it as much as he does

you usually catch yourself reaching to touch him without even looking at his direction, smiling when your hand touches the warmth of his body

yes, you’re that annoying couple that is hugging all the time in public, so what?

m = morning (how are mornings spent with him? what’s your morning routing like?)

he usually wakes up way earlier than you

but ever since you started living together, you slowly adapted to his sleep schedule, making it impossible for you to be on bed past 9

on days where he needs to be up before the sun rises, you drag yourself away from the covers, happy to enjoy a cup of tea before he leaves the house

besides his work days, you’re both working on sleeping in from time to time and enjoy a good breakfast in bed

the mornings are peaceful and quiet, comfortable in the silence of your bedroom while you finish waking up

n = nicknames (what does he call you?)

he’s good at making up disgustingly cheesy nicknames to call you in public

he loves to see how your cheeks get redder by the second while other people stare with raised eyebrows at things like “my honey plum” or “cutie patootie”

besides that, he sticks to “love” or “darling”, knowing how much you like his accent when he says those

o = on cloud nine (what is he like when he’s in love? is it obvious for others? how does he express his feelings?)

oh, he’s obvious, there’s no way of denying that

he kept smiling at his phone, even when he wasn’t texting you, because when he wasn’t, he was staring at a photo of you

he still does that two years later

all of his friends and family noticed the changes, wondering who was the person that was making him all giddy

when he had you around his friends, wanting to keep his feeling a secret for a bit longer, he still managed to be transparent

he couldn’t stop hugging your waist or playing with your hair while listening to you or chatting with someone else

even when he was still denying his true feelings, he kept giving you flowers, sending you meals from your favorite restaurants while at work or just sending a car to pick you up

p = pda (is he upfront about your relationship? does he brag about you with others? or he rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?)

he’s open about anything that has to do about you; if it is about bragging, jude bellingham will be the first one to do so

he’s so proud of you, and even more about having you as his girlfriend

he talks non-stop about your job, your talents, your hobbies, the way you laugh or even how beautiful your hair looks in the mornings

he also loves to soft-lauch you from time to time on insta, driving his fans absolutely insane, which leads to them tryin to figure out who you are

he also loves pda, and he’s not shy about how much he loves you

there’s nothing in the world that will stop that man from kissing you in public

q = quizzes (how many little things does he remember about you?)

he has a game with himself about how many times he can guess what are you going to say next

he’s so enamored with you that he has memorized all the gestures you make and what they mean

it gets to the point where you can’t hide your real thoughts about anything

he also annoys you (in a very good way) with how often he gets to imitate you to perfection

r = romance ( how romantic is he? what would he do to make you happy? what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)

he’s a romantic at heart, even if he likes to deny it

and it’s also the little things that proves your point: from having a tiny pack of your favorite snack on his pocket to the way he has your coffee order memorized

he also loves to gift you things that aren’t that expensive, but actually mean a lot to your relationship in general, making you know that he pays attention

to this time, you can’t erase from your mind that time when he gifted you a handmade book with photos and little stories about every single day you had spent together. it’s your most beloved possession

you still can’t figure out how did he managed to take photos for about a year and a half and remember silly details to put below them

s = security + support (how protective is he? is he helping you achieve your goals?)

he likes to make sure you’re okay

he’s always by your side, especially in occasions were he knows you don’t feel the most comfortable in

he also knows how much of an independent person you are, so he backs up whenever he feels like he’s crossing a boundary

but he also likes to help you just a bit when it comes to a goal you had set for yourself

t = try (how much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

the perfect example of how much he cares about special dates it’s the handmade book

he also fights to outdo himself every time a big celebration comes around

you’re not into big expensive gifts, but you love jewelry and he knows it

he thinks hard about which one can be the perfect addition to your little collection of rings and necklaces

and the same effort he puts into giving you the best celebrations possible, he also makes his best to make your life together healthy and happy

there’s unspoken rules you have at home, and different chores each one do, and he’s more than eager to do them next to you every sunday

u = understanding (how well does he know you? is he empathetic?)

as i said, he knows you like the palm of his hand

there’s not a single expression or tone in your voice that he doesn’t know

he loves to surprise you with things you were already thinking of getting

he also understands you better than anyone else, finding more than enough to look into your eyes to know if you’re needing some time alone or a good hug

he’s your best friend, after all

v = value (how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?)

you’re his top priority

he doesn’t play around when it comes to you and your relationship

he likes to give little hints about how soon you’re becoming an official member of the family, so for him, you’re already in the same place as his parents or his brother

although he loves football and couldn’t ask for a better thing, he loves you more, but the sport and you are in different schemes of his life

he’s always going to choose you

w = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

absolutely

there’s been times when he had to travel for extended periods of time without and it’s been hell

he doesn’t consider himself needy nor attached in an unhealthy way, but god, he really loves you

he just prefers to have you close to him, and there’s nothing wrong with it, he’s just in love

x - xtra (a random fluff headcanon)

in times of stress, he braids your hair

yes, it’s very uncommon and he doesn’t even know where he learn to braid hair, but he does and you find it amusing

but you’re fine with it, so you let him be

it has come to the point where he looks through pinterest for new things to try every time a big game or important interview comes around the corner

he made you keep it a secret between you two

you just laugh it off

y = yearning (how would he cope when he’s missing you?)

it’s difficult for him due to the little time you actually spent apart. if there’s the possibility to avoid it, he’ll take it

but when it’s absolutely necessary, he takes pieces of you with him

like your favorite shirt to use around the house (which was once his)

he also grabs the well-used hairband to put around his wrist during games

and his lockscreen, which is a photo of you, next to a countdown of how many days he has left until he sees you again

z = zeal (is he willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of?)

he’s willing to burn down a city if necessary

he knows how much you had sacrificed for the relationship, especially since moving with him to spain

he is totally fine with doing the same if the opportunity calls at your door

he wants the best for you, and he’s going to take every opportunity to make it happen

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