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teasing

jude bellingham/oc

words: 700

request: his teammate catch you and jude in the locker room and tease him about it his next day

warnings: some light leading up to smut but nothing graphic

“Where are you taking me?” You question as Jude pulls you down an unfamiliar hallway.

“Just trust me.” Jude squeezes your hand, dodging a few random people as he gets closer to the team’s locker room, pulling you in and shutting the door behind you quickly.

The room is quiet and empty, with the players either having already left the stadium or in the family room reuniting with their loved one's, which is where Jude had pulled you from.

“What are we doing in here?” You ask, but you already know by the look in Jude’s eye. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush to his. He just can’t wait to get home, not today, not with the goal he scored. His lips are on yours before you can even put your arms around his shoulders. Your eyes slide shut as Jude moves you across the room, mouths never disconnecting from each other, to sit himself down on the bench.

“You didn’t even give me time to say congratulations for your goal.” You say as you straddle him, his hands moving down to your ass and squeezing it, making you gasp.

“This is a good way to say congrats.” Jude says, recapturing your lips. You kiss him and grind your hips down, feeling Jude swell underneath you.

“Proud of you baby.” You press your hands against his stomach, feeling his muscles.

Jude’s hands move lower on your legs until he reaches the hem of your skirt before moving them back up, now underneath the material. He’s just about to make contact with your underwear when the door flies open.

“Shit!” Jude shouts, pushing you off him. You are just as quick to get away, standing up and backing away. It’s not a secret that you’re together, everyone knows you and Jude have been dating and are coming up on your one year anniversary, but getting caught making out in the locker room is not something you want other people to see.

You turn to see Mats, who hasn’t been playing lately due to injury. He’s in his street clothes, having watched the game in the stadium.

“Just checking to see if I left my boots here.” Mats says, eyes flickering between the two of you.

You’re both silent as Mats walks over to his area, moving aside a few things before picking up a pair of football boots. “Here they are.” Mats says, noticing how Jude’s eyes are still blown wide and his cheeks are flushed.

“Well, see you kids later.” Mats waves, heading back towards the door. “By the way,” He turns before he fully exits, “There is a lock on this door.” Once you can no longer hear his footsteps down the hallway you turn to Jude, crossing your arms.

“Sorry, baby.” He smiles up at you, seeing your furrowed brow and knowing it means trouble for him. “I thought we wouldn’t get caught.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, smirk playing up on your lips. “It’s you who's going to get made fun of tomorrow at training.”

“You don’t think he’ll tell anyone, will you?” Jude asks, biting his lip nervously. You raise one eyebrow at him, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before running out the door, chasing after Mats.

“Mats! Mats! Don’t tell anyone!” You hear him shout down the hallway, making you giggle as you head out of the locker room to follow him.

“Jude, is that a love bite I see?” Gio slings his arm over Jude’s shoulder, pretending to inspect his neck.

“No!” Jude shakes his head, shrugging off his friend and giving him a glare. The news has almost certainly gone around to the team, and he knows the next few days are going to be embarrassing for him.

He stays away from anyone else as they set off on a warm up lap around the pitch, purposely keeping himself behind everyone, even if it means he has to jog extra slow.

“Come on, Jude!” Marco claps his hands, trying to encourage him as his captain. “Or Y/N is going to be banned from games if you’re too tired from having fun with her.” Marco gets a laugh out of the entire team, making Jude groan, but he picks up his pace until he’s leading the pack, knowing Marco’s threats are idle but still not wanting anyone to think he actually did anything inappropriate with you, well, anything more inappropriate than making out.

“It was just one kiss!” Jude shouts back, and everyone quits teasing him, but his cheeks remain flushed throughout the rest of the training session, and it’s not just because he’s working hard.

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only one bed - jude bellingham.

word count: 1.6k

summary: the age old “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” trope.

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dating jude bellingham includes... | jude bellingham

requested: yes/no

request: can you write a dating jude bellingham includes:

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: 335

author's note: sorry this is short, i've got the worst headache in the world atm. please reblog!

the two of you are the best of friends.

you're always together, to the point where your family and friends make fun of you for spending that much time together.

you rarely miss a dortmund game, always in the stands cheering him on, the people around you realising how into the games you get, especially when jude is involved.

the both of you are constantly taking pictures and videos of each other.

your camera rolls are just filled with each other's faces. whether you're out at dinner, or one of you is doing something silly, the moment will most likely be documented on your phone.

whenever you have time to, you go on holiday, needing the time away from your busy lifestyles to relax with each other, simply soaking up each other's company.

he's always buying you gifts, which you always tell him to stop doing. they're only little things. things that you have mentioned and he has remembered, so he gets it for you as a little treat.

you are extremely close to each other's family. you both come from close families, so you have spent a lot of time together during your time together, and they absolutely love the two of you together.

he always sends morning and goodnight voice notes, whenever he's not there to say them in person. whether he's left early for training, and he's left you in bed, or you've gone home to your family for the weekend, his voice is always there as soon as you wake up and just before you go to bed.

he absolutely loves it when you wear his jersey. not only is it a sign to him in how much you support him, you look incredible in it.

he's obsessed with you. always wanting to kiss you at any given moment, always attached at your hip.

fans of his absolutely love you, they're always posting things about the two of you, and all of the cute moments you have together, especially at games.

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home is where the heart is; jude bellingham

summary: in which you and jude spend the first night in your new flat on a blow up mattress with pizza and horror films

requested: yes

notes: first jude fic in forever this is so real of me

"y'know, we probably should've bought proper furniture before we moved in." jude's voice dragged your attention from where you were laying the duvet down over the blow up mattress, pillows already settled at one end. he was hovering in the kitchen of the open plan flat, pouring coke into two plastic cups, your ordered box of pizza set beside him on the counter. "and like, actual cutlery and shit."

"i don't know, i think this set up is pretty cozy." you shrugged, sent him a half smile when he met your gaze and padded across the floor to grab the pizza box. jude watched you with his own adoring smile, one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle just slightly and sent a flood of warmth through your chest. he tilted his head almost curiously, screwed the cap back on the coke and made to follow you back towards the blow up mattress.

buying a flat with jude was something the two of you had talked about for a while now. what had started off as passing comments about how nice it would be to have your own space, to not be interrupted by people constantly, had turned into full blown planning. you'd looked for places together in the early hours of the morning, cuddled up beneath his sheets, pointing out which ones looked the nicest and after a few months of deliberating you finally found the perfect flat. you were still young and more than a little eager and so as soon as you'd been handed the keys you'd made the decision to move in, lack of furniture be damned.

the flat was already decorated, plain and simple but you had no issues with doing it up to your own taste but unfortunately for you it didn't come fully kitted out which meant you probably should have spent the next week or so at jude's old house until you bought everything you needed. but no, this place was yours and bed or not, you wanted to be in it. your afternoon had been spent buying an air mattress and a few paper plates and cups, plastic knives and forks, dragging bags of clothes and necessities from your car up to the flat. it was bare and a little cold but it was yours, and ridiculous as it was, you didn't care how long it took to furnish it as long as you did it together.

"so you're telling me you'd be happy to spend the rest of your life sleeping on an air bed with a laptop for a tv and nothing else?" jude set the two cups down on the floor, just slightly away from the mattress to avoid knocking them over and reached for the pizza box. you let him take it, flopped yourself down on one side of the bed as he lowered himself next to you, pizza box dropping into the centre of the duvet.

"it's not so bad." you sent him a teasing look. "you're here." he hummed softly, lips tilting into a matching grin and let his hand reach for your face, fingers tilting your chin upwards. his lips met yours, soft and light, a gentle brush that sent sparks through all of your nerves and made your head spin.

"you're a flirt." pressing one last, fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth he pulled back, turned his attention to your opened laptop, netflix blinking from the screen. "what we watching? and if you say she's the man again i'm leaving and sleeping in the car."

"i don't know why you pretend to hate it so much, i've caught you grinning at the kissing booth scene." you reached for the laptop and set it on your knee, finger running along the mouse pad as you began to scroll through endless movies and shows. jude shuffled closer to you, pressed his body against yours, his hand propping himself up just behind you, his chin hooking over your shoulder.

"you're a liar."

"so are you. you think i can't see the stuff you watch when you're away. clueless? really?" jude huffed, pushed his face into your neck to hide his smile because you'd totally caught him out. his lips were soft over your skin when he spoke.

"in my defence, i'm a huge paul rudd fan." you only hummed, skin heating up when he turned to pressing kisses over your shoulder, fingers tugging the sleeve of your (his) shirt to give him more space to work with. his kisses were soft and adoring, quiet reminders that he loved you and they caused a riot of flutters in your tummy. he was still watching over your shoulder, gaze trailing over movie options.

he pointed at the screen suddenly. "why don't we watch a horror?"

"are you serious?"

"what? it's nearly halloween and they're better than your sappy romance ones."

"it's so not nearly halloween."

"hush, yes it is. gimme it here, i wanna choose." rolling your eyes you let him take the laptop, hid your smile when he kissed your cheek before shifting away slightly. you reached for the pizza box, pulled a slice free and brought it up to take a bite, holding it in front of jude’s lips only a second later. his eyes didn’t leave the screen as he bit into it but he mumbled a garbled “thanks”, head nodding at the screen.

“what about the purge?”

“if we’re gonna watch a horror you have to at least make it scary.”

“oh that’s how you want it? fine.” he finally glanced at you, or rather the pizza, and his eyebrows bent together. “still think we should have got pineapple.” you glared at him, pulled your slice back when he made to take another bite.

“i don’t like pineapple on pizza.”

“you’ve never even tried it.”

“so? i still know i don’t like it.”

“ridiculous.” he wrapped his fingers light around your wrist to tug your hand towards his face and took an unnecessarily large bite from the pizza, his eyes teasing when you pushed at his arm. “demons or murder?” you only shrugged, settling your head against his shoulder to see the screen a little better, curious what your options were.

“both.” his hum tickled the top of your head and for the next few minutes you were silent, jude searching for a good film while you shared your slices of pizza. your head and heart felt fuzzy when he took the last part of the crust into his hand and kissed the pads of your fingers and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was grinning. three slices in, he had settled on a film.

“you seen sinister?”

“no, i don’t think so.” you peered at the screen, pushing the pizza box on to the floor as you shrugged your shoulders. “looks good.”

“you won’t cry if it’s too scary, will you?”

“shut up, bellingham.” the kitchen light was still on, a little too bright considering there was a soft glow from the bathroom light and you flashed jude a sickly sweet smile. “can you turn that off?”

“can’t do it yourself?” despite his words he was already lifting off the mattress, sock clad feed sliding over the floor and it took all your willpower to keep your eyes on his face and not his bare chest. his joggers were low on his hips and one glance would have you stumbling over your words.

“don’t wanna.”

“scared the bogeyman’s gonna get you from in the cupboards?”

“have i ever told you how annoying you are?”

“he might grab your ankle when you go to the toilet.” he waggled his eyebrows, flicked off the light and made his way back over. you could only glare at him, lips turned into a slight pout because you knew he was trying to scare you and you also knew there would be no way you’d go to the bathroom on your own after watching the film. “maybe he’ll sneak out from under the sink.”

“jude.” your tone was whiney and it only made him laugh, his body bouncing lightly beside yours when he got back to the bed. you’d already pulled the duvet over yourself and settled back on one of the pillows and jude shuffled himself beside you, propped himself up on his elbow and tickled his other hand over your side.

“least nothing can hide under the bed.”

“i hate you.”

“awe baby, c’mon, y’know i’ll save you.” still grinning, he leant down and bumped his nose over yours, kissed the tip of it. “you’re too pretty to die.” your eye roll and shove to his chest brought out an unexpected laugh from him, one that sounded more like a snort and he rubbed his nose against your cheek, splattered kisses over your face. “m’sorry, if you give me a kiss i’ll shut up.”

“you don’t know how to do that.” jude looked at you through his lashes, rubbed a soothing thumb over your ribs, a back and forth motion that made goosebumps scatter over your skin. he stared at you until you huffed a soft laugh, one that tickled his cheek and then your arms were hooking around his neck, one hand flat against his head to pull him down, lips pressing warm over his. he made a soft noise of happiness, a content hum and tilted into you, lowered his elbow so he could brush his thumb over your cheek, trace the curve of your jaw.

you weren’t sure how long you laid there, jude’s fingers soft over your skin, his lips and tongue and teeth teasing and loving all at once but you were breathless and a little lightheaded when you finally managed to pull away from each other. your lips tingled and he brushed his thumb over the bottom one, swiped away the remnants of his kisses.

“the movie.”

“trying to distract me so you don’t have to watch it?”

“y’know, i’m kinda getting the feeling you don’t wanna watch it.”

“i suggested it.”

“can always un-suggest it. we haven’t watched bridget jones’ baby in forever.” jude only rolled his eyes and pushed back up on his elbow, nudged your side lightly.

“shut up and turn around.” your giggle had him fighting a smile as you did as he said, pulling the laptop closer and rolling on to your side. he was quick in settling behind you, chest flush against your back, his foot finding it’s way between yours, hands tugging the duvet up to your shoulders. he was warm and firm, comforting and familiar and you couldn’t stop yourself from nestling back into him, pulling his arm around your body.

“promise you’re not gonna chicken out on me.” you could feel the movement of his chin against the top of your head when he spoke, his breath fanning over your hair. instead of answering you pressed play, threaded your fingers through his and held his hand against your chest. he was quiet for a few minutes, scenes rolling over the screen, scenes that had both of your grimacing, jude’s nose pushing into the back of your head. a huff suddenly tore from him, made you jolt in his hold and then his hand left yours and reached for the laptop, fingers tapping over it.

“okay, no, i’m un-suggesting, this is awful. paul rudd or channing tatum?”

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clingy | jude bellingham

summary: the one where jude can't keep his hands off his beautiful girlfriend.

author's note: i absolutely adore reading clingy jude fics, so i thought i would have a go at one myself, so i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1,983

✦ before training

"i don't want to go," jude groaned into the crook of your neck, where his head had been resting for the past ten minutes.

"you have to, baby. you get a fine if you're late, god knows what will happen if you don't show up at all," you run your nails lightly over the back of his neck, until he looks up at you.

"but i want to stay here with you forever, you're so warm," he moves down lower on your body, resting his head on your left boob, placing his hand over your right. "and your boobs are very comfy, i don't think i can go a whole day without them."

"you've gone plenty of days without them before, come on now, you really have got to get up," you sit up, prompting jude to roll over onto his side, and continue rolling until he is sitting on the edge of your bed, rubbing his eyes.

you walk over, and stand between his legs. your hands come up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against his skin gently. leaning down to press a light kiss to his lips, you whisper, "go get dressed, i'll make your breakfast for you, mhm?"

jude looks up at you with sleepy eyes, nodding his head, before he watches you walk out of your room.

***

you're placing your breakfast on the table about fifteen minutes later, when you feel two strong arms wrap around you from behind, and pull you flush against their chest.

jude rests his head against your shoulder, inhaling your scent, humming, "i'm going to miss you today."

"i know, darling," you turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "but you'll be back before you know it, and then you'll be able to have me for the rest of the day then, okay. we can lay in bed and watch as many films as we want, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. breakfast smells great," he takes a seat at the table, moving your plate from where it was sat across from him, to beside him. he ends up eating his breakfast with one hand as his other hand is either wrapped around your shoulders, resting on your thigh, or holding his hand tightly in his.

✦ family gathering

jude was back in england for the first time in a while, so you thought it would be a good idea to invite both of your families around for dinner, as it had seemed like forever since you all got to spend some time together.

you and jude were going to be the ones cooking the meal, and even though he wasn't the best cook in the world, you loved it when he kept you company, and he would try his best to help you.

the two of you were currently in the kitchen, while your parents and your siblings were in the living room. the living room and kitchen were open plan, so you kept joining in on the conversations they were having, and they could still talk to you.

"could you just pass me that knife, please," you point to the small knife, which you had left at the other side of the worktop.

"yeah, of course," when he brushed past you to grab the knife, his hand grabbed your butt, giving it a squeeze before he handed you the knife.

"jude!" you whisper-yelled at him. "our family's are right there, if you do that again, i won't kiss you for the rest of the day."

his bottom lip stuck out in a pout, "sorry, baby," he whispered.

"it's okay," you smiled at him, leaving a small peck on his lips. "could you grab the meat from the fridge, please?"

once he placed the meat on the worktop beside you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck, placing multiple kisses against the skin just beneath your ear.

"you two are disgusting!" you heard jobe shout over.

"shut up, jobe. you're just jealous," jude placed more kisses on your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. blush crept up your cheeks, but you couldn't help but smile.

"nope, you're just making me feel really sick," jobe said back, and you could hear him making gagging noises in the background.

"leave them alone, jobe," you heard their mum say. "they're just in love, you'll understand too one day."

during the entirety of you cooking dinner, jude was clung to you like a baby koala clung to its mother, but, in all honesty, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

✦ movie premiere

you had invited jude to the premiere of your movie a couple of months ago, jude really excited to see you in action.

you were currently running over the schedule for what would happen, as you were in the car, on your way to the venue, where the pair of you would be getting ready. "so, when we get there, i'll have to go down the carpet and take some pictures by myself, and with the other cast members, then i'll be able to take pictures with you. then i'll have to do interviews for about twenty minutes or so, then we'll finally be able to go inside and watch the movie. you excited?"

"yeah, but that sounds absolutely exhausting," jude laughed.

"yeah, it kind of is, but it's not that bad really. you being with me will make it a lot easier," you say flashing a smile at jude, as your driver tells you that you have arrived at your destination. the two of you get out, and once you're inside, you go into your separate rooms with each of your stylists, ready to get all dressed up for the premiere.

***

about an hour and a half later, jude was allowed into your room, and you were finally ready. he took one look at you as he walked through the door and stopped in his tracks, his mouth hung open, hooded eyes staring you up and down. you saw him visibly swallow, before he was able to say anything to you. "my god, baby. you look fucking amazing."

jude walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, as he leans down to peck your lips softly, knowing not to mess up your lipstick.

"thank you," you whisper against his lips. "and you look very handsome," you glance down at his suit, fiddling softly with his bowtie as you do.

"are you ready?" your manager is standing by the door. you nod, grabbing jude's hand, following her out of the door, ready to go downstairs to the car, which would take you to the venue of the premiere.

***

"you nervous?" you look over at jude, knowing that this situation can be very nerve-racking for someone, especially if they aren't used to the situation.

jude shakes his head no, climbing out of the car, as the door is open for him. he turns back towards the car once he is out, holding his hand out to help you get out of the car without tripping over your dress.

as soon as you step onto the carpet, almost every single camera turns to you, as you stand in front of the advertising boards, posing for the cameras. jude stands back for a while, allowing you to take a few pictures by yourself. but while you are out there smiling for the cameras, jude takes his phone, snapping a few shots for himself, a broad grin on his face as he looks at you in pure admiration, so proud of you.

you were soon beckoning jude over to stand beside you, the boy walking quickly to stand beside you, his hand immediately going to your waist. you pose for a few shots, "i can't get over how beautiful you look," jude leans down to whisper in your ear, placing a kiss under it before he looks back towards the cameras.

you hear the cameras clicking away, capturing the sweet moment between the two of you. you then turn to look at each other, leaning into each other, as you press your lips against his in a kiss that was sure to end up over the entire internet by the morning.

when you had to go for your interviews, jude never left your side. almost every interviewer commented on how you and jude were absolutely adorable, jude stood beside you smiling at the interviewer's kind words, his hand never leaving yours during each one.

his hands never left your body when you made it to your seats to watch the movie. either resting on your thigh, or his arm wrapped around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

***

the next morning, when you checked your phone, you were inundated with messages and comments about how sweet your relationship with jude was, leaning over in bed to read through the messages that your mum had sent you about how stunning you both looked.

✦ in the stands

jude was unfortunately injured, and had to sit on the sidelines for a while until he was fit enough to be back on the pitch with the boys. you weren't completely in a bad mood about jude being injured, though, as it meant that you got to sit in the stands with him, watching the game. it was very rare that you and jude would be at a football match together, so you wanted to capitalise on this moment as much as you could, even if you hated the fact that jude wasn't able to be out there doing what he loved most.

you were currently sitting beside each other, just before the game started, chatting to each other about the fans, which had obviously already created the famous atmosphere that the yellow wall was known all across the world for.

when the game kicked off, the both of you were very into it, yelling every time a dortmund player was fouled, and clapping and cheering whenever there was a corner or a throw-in to dortmund.

but when the game slowed down, jude became his usually clingy self. he grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he watched the game intently. even though not much was happening, he just loved knowing that you were by his side, you brought comfort to him, especially since he felt so out of control at the fact that he couldn't go and help his team out.

at half-time, the two of you stayed in your seat, you leaning your head against his shoulder, getting quite tired. jude turned his head so he could place a kiss on your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulders bringing you closer to him.

"you okay?" he said in a quiet voice, rubbing his hand up and down your shoulder, as it was getting quite cold out.

"yeah," you said, taking your head off his shoulder and standing up.

"where are you going?" jude stood up with you immediately, grabbing your hand, a furrowed brow etched onto his forehead.

you giggled, "i was just going to go to the bathroom, or am i not allowed to pee?"

"i'll come with you," jude led the way back inside, and brought you all the way to the ladies bathrooms. "i obviously can't go in, so i'll just wait out here for you."

you grinned up at him, thinking how cute he was for taking such good care of you, and wanting to be around you twenty-four-seven.

later, when the second-half had kicked off, dortmund scored a goal in the 67th minute. both you and jude jumped up, cheering for the boys. jude turned to you, pulling you into an embrace, then cupping your face in his hand, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled.

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jude bellingham masterlist

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word count: 3,996

workplace romance | part 2

comfort

captain

date night

autumn days

tingly

award

hey jude

mornings & nights

imagines

word count: 3,875

reunited | you work at bvb and you are best friends with jude and erling, and you meet again at the manchester city vs borussia dortmund match (ft. erling haaland)

clingy | the one where jude can't keep his hands off his girlfriend.

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kisses - jude bellingham

warnings - fluff - some sexual innuendos but not smut

a/n - no smut this time around ;) but please send request because i have no idea what to write about or who to write for.

Jude was obsessed with kissing you. You really couldn’t complain because you loved kissing him too. The taste of the mango lip balm left on his lips for the remainder off the day or the smell of the vanilla perfume hits his nose when he came to kiss you.

The lazy kisses when he admires you and his finger always delicately trails down, you’re jaw as your lips meet, these are the early morning kisses when he has to wake up early on a game day or training, or when he comes home afterward training session or a tough game and all he wants to do is sleep but he can not get enough of you.

The messy kisses that normally happen most of the time because Jude cam not keep his hands to himself and all he wants is you, your fingers raking through his curls, the ruffled sheets, half buttoned clothes and in that moment, you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and you have the most beautiful soul.

The soft kisses where he is just laying next to you whether you are in bed or on the sofa his hands playing with your hair, curling a piece around his finger as he leaves tender kisses all over your face. He tends to try and get a kiss when he is on the Xbox but normally it doesn’t happen.

The needy kisses where he likes to nibble your earlobe or biting your lips, the groaning and the moaning into the kiss when the slightest thing you do turns him on. The two of you being an absolute mess and way too goddess like for him to handle where he still cradles you in his arms scared that the lack of touch, he gives you will be the reason why might not be there in the future but you could never leave him. The kiss that takes your breath away and makes you realise that this is the person you will always love, want and need. Without him you wouldn’t be you

The goodbye kiss before he leaves even if it is the like the slightest moment, he leaves to put the bin out or when he leaves for a game but this kiss is always the same, the kisses that linger like liquor at the back of you throat bitter but sweet, ones that say “I will always come back to you, love. You are my home after all.”

The shy kisses he does when you compliment him or when his teammates see you kissing and you both know they are making comments like “our baby has all grown up.” He pulls you closer and he nuzzles his face in your neck as he cannot stop the blush from spreading up his neck, his hand around your waist not letting you go just yet.

The kisses he left on your body was the ones you desired most, the way that one touch of his lips could make you feel or the frail kisses on your shoulder normally after a shared shower or bath, kisses on your lower back and belly then they trail up to your neck and the multiple sweet spots he found and finishing on your lips. This type of kiss where you cannot find the words to say to each other and he will always make you speechless, foreheads resting against each other, each other’s breath mixed into one.

The prohibited kiss where we are not supposed to see each other more specifically where he convinces his manger to let you through and make sure you sit behind the bench so he knows you will always be in sight whether it is from him or his teammates, your hands are on his hair, his hands are on your waist, lower bodies pressing into each other, continuing to get caught and told off each time for distracting Jude but everyone knows it only makes him have the fire in his blood to score more and more importantly score for you.

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1 heart only // Jude Bellingham x Reader

about: Southgates daugther Aniyah/you started spending more time at his job and discovered mad shit

warning(s): none

summary: Jude always tried to get near you.

Guys break is over, as you guys know it now was more than 5 minutes. Coach introduce this beauty, someone said but you couldnt hear it. This is my youngest daugther Aniyah. And shes gonna be taking lessons from 1 lucky guy. We have to choose the most non busy guy. someone whos worked hard enough. Guys Jude or Phill, Father asked. His little cew was thinking till they chose. Master we choose Phill Foden he could learn and teach. Phill was laughing at Jude while he sat quietly. You felt like shit. Dad i think im more safe with Jude i said. Well im the 1 to choose and its Jude sorry crew.

Me and Jude had the time of our lives, now why ask if u could be with Jude? You see Jude and Aniyah had been friends for 19 yrs/since birth. Our mothers went into labor at the same time same room but hes a minute older. You see theres only 3 mins left i need to talk to Declan, mm see ya. You went to dad and told him all i've learned from Jude. Sounds cool, he left. Meanwhile with Jude: Declan and Jude were arguing about you. Bro shes all red flags, shes got 16 ex's and never realized ur love for her, i mean u always trusted her when she was sad and she got a new boyfriend the next month. For 16 months you've suppoted her boys even tho you knew they sucked. But i love her always and forever.

2 hours into your lesson and it was done. But now u have to ride the bus home. Jude sat next to you. Hey wanna watch me play tommorow? Free for mi amoe only. Aniyah never understood his heart, i mean she took it as a joke since Jude was like a brother to her

Watching Jude play and score 4 goals in the first half she ot a message that boke her. Before Jude left she ran to himand cried till his yellow jersey got all wet. He boxed 2 guads and took her into the lockerroom, everyone stood with them and asked how she was. Gio even gave her his coat for sweetness but she just cried it all out. L-Luka broke up with meeeee she said cying. Jude was so mad he ruined 4 tables. If Jude got mad at halftime they'd win 70000-0 and you finally realized how lovely he was. She hugged Jude so hard and crying still over that model designer actress guy. He blushed and the locker room was crazy. YOU MADE IT!!! Karim who was in the shower that whole time, said. Wait is that An- yes schlotterbeck stopped him. Jude what happened ur tearing up. What, for my sake? I'm so sorry Jude, i love you i'd never wanna see u cry. He ran to the pitch and there Luka was. Jude ran up to him and screamed, WHY? What man? You broke Aniyahs heart, little cunt i'll kill u. She spent more time with u anyways. Jude slapped him hard with the whole crowd watching. The game had started and Jude scored 8 goals almost breaking the nets i mean ending up with 12-0 aint 70000-0 but its good.

Omw home Jude told you to sleepover to clear my mind. you got a heartwarming welecome by Denise and Jobe but Mark wasnt home. Denise made a whole spa with face masks towels and pedicures. Jobe Jude and you were watching a movie then u fell asleep so Jude brought u to his extra room. Im in love with you but u never knew, goodnight.

END OF THE STORY

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#jude #jude bellingham #jb22 #jb #22 #judeslovaa

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judeslovaa · 1 year

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can you write something like this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFDdKWHW/ with jude?

thank youu 💕

why wouldn't i?

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they pull the salt prank on jude

author's note: i would highly suggest watching the tik tok above, kinda(ish) gives context to the direction i took with this fic. enjoy, anon!

If there was one thing to learn about Jude, it was that he was kind, specifically a kind soul. He was careless yet careful and delicate. That, and everything else, was what many others loved about him; that was all that he was. On his good days, on his bad days, on those days where he wasn't provoked by any particular mood, he always came through to be kind—a gem—or simply, someone you wanted to be around if you weren't already.

It wasn't an aim, and it wasn't something that he tried to achieve or reach. That was just Jude, simply put; being kind—someone who would offer you a smile as he passed you, someone who would put others' needs before his own, someone whose hugs were calming and whole—was innate, uniquely something of Jude.

And this, by Jude, was projected to everyone around him. To his family, his friends, his partner, Y/N. From offering a hand when they reached the final step of the stairs to those compliments galore, and his ability to prioritise their peace of mind. His kindness, his pure heart, his personality, it could all stretch beyond wonders to reach Y/N.

But sometimes, or maybe more times than enough, did it go a bit too far or not far enough. For the soft soul he had, his kindness to his Y/N blinded him from potentially saying what needed to be said.

Y/N was setting up their phone when they heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Y/N laughed at the greeting, one that always remained sweet and adoring in her eyes. It also made them feel bad for the joke they were going to pull on Jude.

"I'm in here!" They called out, covering the spoon of salt with the pasta sauce.

Soon in came Jude, quickly coming by his partner's side and placing on kiss on the side of their head. Pulling away, he soon took notice of all the food in motion. "Oh my, God. You're making my favourite?" His face was beaming beyond one's usual timid happiness. He loved their cooking. It wasn't anything too simple or grand yet in his eyes, everything they made was some culinary excellence, tasting homemade. He couldn't deny any of their meals if he tried. And even if the meals were all too simple, he would remain believing that they were all too amazing.

"Thought you'd like some after training." Y/N shrugged with a small tug on their lips. Appearing somewhat nonchalant was the aim.

"You're amazing for this," he kissed their cheek once and then again, the second one lingering for a moment or two. "Thank you, love."

"It's just a little something. Speaking of," they mentioned as Jude wandered away to get a drink. Motioning to the pasta, they asked, "can you try this for me? I don't know if I put enough salt in it."

He nodded after closing the fridge and taking a drink of water. "Yeah, sure." Jude was always one to volunteer to do taste tests for Y/N before the meal was ready, wanting to make sure everything was all good for everyone else to eat.

"A'ight but careful," they warned as they held out the spoon with the pasta sauce on it. "It might be a bit hot." Chuckling softly as Jude blow on the spoon, they fed him the sauce.

Taking in a small breath, ready to sigh in relief and pure satisfaction, Jude's face quickly contorted. Initially, his facial expression expressed happiness that was wide and modest. But after the sauce rested in his mouth for far longer than it needed to, his face slowly deteriorated as it dropped a bit. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat, patting his chest. And yet on his face still remained a smile, one that appeared to be struggling and hurting. But a smile nonetheless; that was his intent anyways.

"So what do you think? Too little, too much?" Besides his facial expressions, they already knew that he wasn't feeling the food, not one bit. There was no oh that's really, really good! What did you put in it this time? There was also no I think I need to try it again just to make sure. His face remained so discombobulated and stressed that they had to contain themself from ruining the fun they were having.

Despite clearly not liking the sauce, despite the awful aftertaste left in his mouth, with his smile—gorgeous and kindly divine—he nodded and spoke, quicker than intended, "Yeah, yeah. It's all good."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Why wouldn't I?" Jude nodded, and this time with more conviction. If he was able to convince his partner to settle with his opinion, maybe he could then believe his own words. "It's great, like, really good. I mean—" He took another long sip of water; the aftertaste was far too strong and awful. "—maybe I would put a bit less salt in it. But other than that," he shrugged as his smile returned to his features. That struggle and hurt from before had faded for the most part. "it was great, loved it, really."

"And you're sure about that?"

Jude noticed a smirk slowly settling across their lips, making his smile falter a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't I—" His mouth fell open when he noticed the phone hidden by the knife rack. "No way! Why though?" He complained as he playfully shoved his partner who was in a small fit of laughter. The fact that he soon noticed the salt on the kitchen island behind them also didn't sit well with him, like he allowed himself to get played.

"It's just a bit of fun!" Calming down, sometime later or sooner, Y/N exhaled deeply as they got out their final laughs. "Why did you lie about that?"

"I feel like I have no room to judge your cooking skills with the ones I have," Jude admitted. He didn't cook or bake for them on the regular like Y/N did for him. If it wasn't them cooking or baking in the house, it was his mom, or their mom, or their sisters—honestly, anyone but him, even takeout beat him to it. It wasn't that he didn't try or that he was incapable in the kitchen. It was just for the best if he wasn't the one cooking. If there were other options than Jude then it would be for the better for everyone.

"Still though," they sighed, nudging him, "One day, which I hope never comes, I could accidentally do something wrong and you might just accept it."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, causing Y/N to laugh and Jude soon followed suit. And that was his denial voicing itself. They were right, and their friends were right; Jude was far too kind to criticise Y/N in any way, so much that he would accept their harmless mistakes without complaint. He wandered around the kitchen, aimlessly, "So if it actually doesn't taste like that, you think I could," shyly, Jude pointed to the pasta casserole, "you know?"

They couldn't help but roll their eyes, letting out a scoff. The appetite was still there and probably would remain for time to come. "Sure, why not?"

Offering him a small spoon of pasta sauce, making sure that it wasn't too hot, Y/N fed him the food. And there it all was, so clear and outstanding. His face grew with stunning delight, his eyes grew large with satisfaction as he dropped his head back, humming low. And there it was, that darling, darling smile of his, all at the cause of a sauce that Jude, personally, believed was cooked to perfection.

"You think I could try more of that?"

"Get changed, then we'll talk."

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keep reading<3

Babygirl - J.B

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: just cute Jude!

Word count: 529

Summary:

Jude loves calling you “Babygirl”

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“Hi baby,” You chirp, turning around to greet Jude.

You look him over as he puts his backpack and keys down on the kitchen bench across from you. He looks ready to fall into bed and sleep for hours. His black team hoodie is loose on him, the hood up and covering the top of his head. His shoes make a gentle tapping noise as he walks over to you, sighing once he’s in front of you.

“Hi babygirl.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

The tired look on his face is gone the second he notices the light blush on your cheeks and your bottom lip caught in your teeth, knowing you're trying to hide a smile.

You groan seeing his smirk, you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he thinks of things to say to tease you.

“That blush looks good on you,” Jude smirks, pausing for a few seconds, “Babygirl.” He finishes.

You groan again, letting your head fall onto his chest.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You love me,” He pauses again, “Babygirl.”

“Stopppp.” You drag out the word, whining at his teasing.

“But I love making you squirm and blush.” Jude laughs.

He brings a hand up from around your waist to your head, combing his fingers through your hair. His other large hand comes up to cup your face, gently pulling your head away from his chest. He stops once he can see all of you.

“So pretty.” He whispers as his thumb plays with your bottom lip.

Your eyes flutter close and a small sigh escapes your mouth, feeling your lip tingle from his touch.

You almost gasp when you feel him lean in and press a soft kiss next to your mouth.

“How was your day, baby?” He mumbles against your warm skin. His lips continue to move around your neck and jaw, pressing soft kisses as he goes.

Your hands dart out to hold onto Jude, starting to feel your body tingle from his touch.

“I asked you a question,” Jude says when you don’t reply, “babygirl.” He barely whispers, gently nipping at a sensitive spot between your jaw and collarbone.

You don’t even know you let out a soft but loud moan until you hear and feel him laughing into your neck.

Your cheeks go from warm because of his words and actions to red hot from embarrassment.

The tall Brit keeps his head buried in your neck as he laughs. Groaning, you playfully poke at his side, trying to get him to stop laughing.

With a smile on his face, he stands up again. His hands find their way to your face, gently cupping your cheeks.

“You’re adorable.” He mumbles, a small smile on his face.

You playfully roll your eyes at him, “Whatever.”

He shakes his head, his smile growing.

“Still haven’t answered my question.” He whispers, bringing a hand up to move a piece of hair out of your face.

“My day was alright. Way better now you’re here.” You wink at him.

“Cheesy and adorable.” He teases, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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i had 100mil butterflies on my tummy<3

Always with You / Jude Bellingham x reader

Your best friend Jude is tired of you getting heartbroken by guys, so he takes things into his own hands.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Genre: Childhood Best Friend to lover

Warning: the reader has been in many toxic relationships

The last name Bellingham kept repeating in the commentator's mouth. This was his fourth goal and everyone in the stadium, including his coach, was shocked. Jude was taking his aggression out on his opponent and was doing everything he could not to look over at you. His teammates Mat and Marius were very aware of the situation as they saw you crying earlier outside the locker room while Jude looked helpless, comforting you. Their only guess was that your boyfriend dumped you because every time this happened, Jude was always more aggressive.

Everyone knew Jude was in love with you except for you. And it always upsets the Borussia Dortmund team whenever you get a new boyfriend because how can someone be so oblivious to another person’s feelings? It wasn’t like Jude was hiding it, either. He always invited you to their game, making sure you were sitting in the front row; you were always his plus one to every event, you were the only person allowed to call him whenever, and he was the only person to pick up the pieces when a boyfriend breaks up with you. Sometimes his teammates thought he deserved better, but they were too scared to voice their opinion because Jude would kill them.

Right now, you are watching your best friend play while your hands are shaking along with the phone in it. Your boyfriend of nine months just broke up with you because he didn’t like the comparison between him and Jude. Every time you post a photo with him, people would comment about his soccer skill compared to Jude or his looks compared to Jude. You and Jude have apologized to him several times for the hate comments, but it got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. So today, out of any day, he broke up with you, causing you to have a significant breakdown. Your best friend Jude was as upset as you were and even apologized for being the reason your boyfriend broke up with you. It wasn’t a surprise, though, because every boyfriend you ever had was always jealous of your relationship with Jude and always asked you to choose between them and Jude, but how could you? He was your best friend for many years. Still, you thought this one would be different because he was also a soccer player, and you thought they could bond over that, but it was the total opposite. At the end of the day, he still broke up with you over Jude.

The whistle blew, and the sound of fans cheering filled Jude’s ear. His teammates all jumped on him and patted his back, but he was looking over at you. You were sitting in the very front row behind his coach while looking down at your phone; probably waiting for an apology from your ex. Jude didn’t smile, nor did a win celebration; he just clapped his hands while maintaining eye contact with your form. He wouldn’t tell you, but he always hated every boyfriend you had. The one in the sophomore year was too childish, the one in the senior year was a serial cheater, the one in your first year of college was abusive, and the most recent one was too jealous. None of them deserved you, and he wished you knew how much you deserved better. It was like your standards kept lowering because of your past experiences, and you didn’t think you deserved the best. Jude wishes you could see what he sees. He wishes you knew that you deserve the world and every other planets.

“We play him in a couple of months,” Mat says while staring at you. You were now typing harshly on your phone; he only assumes that you are texting your ex, apologizing for something you didn’t do. “Jeremy Sarmiento is a good player but a pussy if he can’t even handle a simple hate comment,” Mat continues. Jude nods his head and spite on the ground. He doesn’t know what to do; he knows you’re on the verge of giving up on a lasting relationship as long as you’re friends with him. “I fucking hate all the guys that she dated,” he said, hands on his hips. Mat stares at the young player before placing his hand on his broad back. “Maybe it’s time to confess mate.” Jude’s shoulders slumped, and he tilts his head back. His face was now staring up at the small opening of the stadium, he was looking up at the clear sky. “Not yet; it’s too early,” he said, although he had ten years of friendship to confess. “Do so before that ex makes his way back,” Mat shrugged. Jude nods and collects himself before he jogs your way.

You were heavily crying in his car, staring at the photo of you and Jeremy. Jude can’t do anything besides hold your hands while whispering that everything will be ok. It was ridiculous thinking about the amount of time he has said that in the last few years, yet nothing turned out ok. You were always left heartbroken, never fulfilled. Each time you go through a breakup, he picks up the pieces, and after you recover, he is ready to confess, but another guy would always come in. Jude was very good at hiding his emotions, especially regarding you. He was happy when you were, even if it meant pretending. Seeing you happy was his ultimate goal in life, but sometimes he wishes he was the one that made you happy. He knew that you only see him as a friend, even worse, a best friend, which means he had a lesser chance of getting with you. It was selfish of him to hold on to you while you were in a relationship, but you never asked him to leave, and a part of him is too selfish to tell you that he can go if he needs to. If you ever wanted a stable relationship, letting go of him was your best choice, and it wouldn’t be him that made the first move.

“I just don’t understand what I ever did wrong,” you cried while holding on to his hands. He knew he should be comforting you, but it was in these moments that Jude wanted to hold your hands forever and pretend you didn’t hold it for comfort but because you were his. “I loved him so much.”

Jude froze and his hand loosen up, his heart clench at the statement. Those words never came out of your mouth before. Every time he comfort you, you always criticize your ex, not the other way around. “He was so great to me. It’s always the damn comments that gets to him. Jeremy was the perfect guy For me,” you continued to cry. He was now speechless, eyes are staring at your shaken form. You were a beauty despite the tears in your eyes and the mascara running down your cheeks. Any guy would be lucky to call you his, and Jude was even more fortunate to have been by your side since elementary and witnessed you blooming into a beautiful woman. He wished he could have you, but the statement you just declared shattered all the wishes he had. “You-you love him?” He asked, voice noticeably shaking. You nod your head while whipping your tears. Jude felt himself tense up and let go of your hands; he then faced forward, his hands now on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, Y/N, for being the reason for your break up….again,” he said, head hitting the steering wheel now. You shook your head and placed a hand on his back, “no Jude, it’s not your fault… he just didn’t trust me,” you mumbled. Jude turns his head and stares at you. Your hair was a mess, but not as messy as your face. Your lashes were still wet, and the eye shadow that you had on was all smeared, yet he still couldn’t find any imperfections in you. Jude didn’t hesitate when he reached out to run his thumb across your cheeks, and he liked that you didn’t flinch. “Why don’t we have a burger date tomorrow?” He asked. Your eyes softened, and you smiled, causing his heart to melt. “Are you making it?” You asked. Jude nods, knowing damn well how much you love his cooking, especially his homemade burger. “I sure will for you.”

Jude watches as you talk to the other player's girlfriends. You were getting better, rarely dwelling over your ex anymore, and he was proud. It has been four weeks since your break up with Jeremy, and it was getting closer to his match with Brighton & Hove Albion F.C. Mat, and the others had already warned him about getting physical during the game. They knew how aggressive he could get when it came to your exes, and Jeremy was no exception. “Have you asked her yet?” Mat asked while he watched you interact with his girlfriend. “It might be a little too soon, mate,” Jude says while passing the ball to the older player. Mat signed and hesitated to say something but decided to anyway. “Listen, my girlfriend has a cousin who is really into you…so if you think it won’t work out with Y/N, I would like to set up an arrangement with you two,” Mat said, embarrassed by his suggestion. Jude glanced back at you and thought of the time he dated a girl in high school. It was a former friend of yours, and you were the one that set him up with her. The friend, of course, didn’t know Jude’s feelings towards you and confessed her feelings towards him. He agreed just to see you happy, but when you and your boyfriend at that time broke up, Jude took that as an opportunity to break up with your friend. Eventually, she caught on and started distancing herself from you, which caused the end of your friendship. “Sorry mate, I wouldn’t want anyone to feel like they’re a second choice,” Jude said, knowing that every girl he’ll ever date would be a second choice.

You record him on your Snapchat as he sings along to some cheesy song. You couldn’t help but laugh because he was such a terrible singer, yet he had so much fun. His fans would love you for this. “Seriously, if you keep posting me, everyone will think we’re dating,” Jude said as he tried to grab your phone. “Stop it! I promised a couple of your fans, I would post more boyfriend content!” You exclaimed. Jude likes the sound of that, so he continues to sing along horribly to some cheesy romantic song. “Baby I! Will be loving you till we’re 70!” You laugh at how ridiculous he is acting. Jude continues to sing as you record him. You guys were in his basement after practice and were goofing around like usual. “People fall in love in mysterious ways!” He shouts while standing up to dance. You giggle and pan the camera up as he uses the remote as a microphone. “Jude, say hi to all your girlfriends!” You giggled. Jude smiled and waved at the camera. You press stop, and started to edit the snap. “I swear I must be the most hated girl on social media,” you muttered while trying to find the right filter. He didn’t need it, of course; Jude was extremely handsome; he was perfect in every way. You were always insecure about posting a photo with him, but after his encouragement, you don’t hesitate to post with him anymore. “I can’t believe Gavi follows you now,” Jude says, a hint of jealousy in his voice. You roll your eyes at him and look down at his phone; he is stalking your page. “Shut up; I am honored that Pablo Gavi is following me,” you said with a shrug. Jude rolls his eyes, and he pauses at the sight of Jeremy’s name; you forgot to mention that Jeremy has re-followed you and has even tried to reach out to you again. “I thought he-“Jude didn’t continue what he was saying; instead, he shook his head and closed his phone. “Never mind that, let me make us dinner.”

“Jude?” You said, trying to get his attention. Ever since he saw Jeremy’s name on your follower list, his demeanor has changed, and he hasn’t spoken much. “I didn’t follow him back,” you said. Jude continues to chew on his steak and took a sip of his water. You watch as he wipes his mouth with a cloth before staring back at you. “Do you still love him?” He asked. You notice the uncomfortable shift he made in his seat. His legs were noticeably fidgeting, too, and his hands were clasped together on the table. Jude waits for you to answer, but you aren’t sure of your answer, either. Jeremy was your boyfriend of nearly a year, and to forget him in less than a month would be impossible. “Jude, I can’t answer that,” you said without meeting his eyes. You heard a groan coming out from him and hear the sound of the chair squeaking. “He dumped you because he was insecure; why do you still love him?” Jude asked, his voice sounding a bit rough. He has never yelled at you before. “Jude, I didn’t say that,” you said, face finally meeting his again. You watch as he stood up and turned around; his hands were on his hip. You knew Jude; you knew when he was upset and mad. But that look he gives you before he turns wasn’t the face of an angry Jude; it was the the face of a broken man. You had only seen this when he loses a game. “Why are you like this?” You asked, now standing up and walking towards him. Jude doesn’t say anything; you watch as his head drops, and his shoulder slumps down. You know he needs a hug, he wouldn’t say it, but he needs it. You slowly wrap your arms around his waist and press your head on his back. You felt him tense up at first, but then he slowly softened and placed his hand on yours. “You can tell me anything, Jude,” you mumbled.

Jude’s heart shakes at the thought of you going back to your ex. He knew you, and he knew you would. If you were willing to go back to an abusive ex, you would be ready to go back to an ex that you love. “I hate them all,” he said, his eyes staring straight at his reflection. He can’t see your face because it is hidden behind, but he can see the review on your hands wrapping around his waist through his tv screen. “I fucking hate all your exes because they got to have you,” he said; voice shaking and heart clenching. Jude felt your hands loosen up, but he grabbed ahold of them and kept them on his waist. He could never say this in front of your face. “If you let me, I would kill all of them so you wouldn’t have to worry about them returning,” he continues. “I hate the thought of you being sad. I hate the thought of you being lonely. I hate the thought of you thinking of someone else. I hate the thought of you being someone else’s. I hate the thought of you kissing someone else. I hate the thought of you loving him,” he was now crying. All the stress and the pain finally submerging. “I am in love with you,” he confesses. Jude heard your breathing get heavy from the sound of those words. He could only imagine how you felt. Your best friend of ten years declaring that he has been in love with you forever. “I love you so much it drives me insane,” he said; tears rolling down his eyes. “Sometimes I pray that God would save me from these feelings because I know you would never reciprocate them,” he cries, his vision blurring from the number of tears forming. Jude still couldn’t let go of your hands; they were still tightly wrapped around his waist. “I know you, Y/N, and I know you’re still in love with him,” it hurt him to say those words, but he did. You felt him breath hard and he was struggling to say the next words, but he collected himself and say what he needed to. “If letting go of me is the only way for you to be happy, then I am willing to leave,” he said,” I rather see you happy than see you go through this shit again because of me.” He then let go of your hands, finally breaking the chain.

You scroll through your Snapchat memories up to your middle school years. They were filled up with you and Jude, mostly his soccer matches. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him growing up and achieving his goal. It was just announced a week ago that he’d be going to the World Cup, and you couldn’t be happier for him. You watched his interview, and he looked happy, yet there was a void was in his eyes. It has been a month since you last spoke to Jude, and that was the longest you guys have ever gone without speaking. After his confession, you couldn’t help but think of the times he has been there for you. He nearly sacrificed his childhood looking out for you, yet you were so blind to think it was because he was your best friend. If he had wanted nothing but to be your best friend, he would’ve called you out on your stupidity already.

You and Jeremy were on speaking terms again but weren’t feeling the same way. He had apologized for acting ridiculously childish and had tried to make it up to you by sending you flowers or taking you out on fancy dates, but it was different this time. You weren’t in love with him; you just liked the attention he was giving you. Jeremy Sarmiento was every girl’s dream. He was attractive, a fantastic soccer player, romantic, and highly passionate about life, but he was missing something that you wanted, and that was everything that Jude had given you.

You chuckle at the video of Jude making funny faces at the camera. That day you were upset over your test grade but he bought you lunch in hope of cheering you up. You then scroll through another video in which he was massaging your legs because you slip down the stairs. You scroll to another video in which you were dancing to a TikTok and Jude was watching you; his eyes remained on you the entire time with a huge smile plastered on his face. You then pause on the day of your graduation, you made a matching friendship bracelet for Jude, and he showed it off to the camera. You had taken yours off a year later because your boyfriend got mad that it looked like a couple bracelets, but Jude still wore his. You look up his recent interview and see it is still on his wrist. Your heart jumped at the sight of him and the bracelet; it has always been him; it was always him. How could you be so dumb not to realize how much he cared for you? How could you have wasted so much time liking the wrong person? You immediately sat up from your bed and started packing your things. You were going to drive ten hours to see him.

Your eyes wandered around the arena; in hope of finding the team you’ve been looking for. When you arrived at the city, you called Jeremy to let you in the stadium since you didn’t even purchase tickets. Jeremy thought you came to surprise him, but you were about to break his heart like he had broke yours a couple of months ago. You two were ironically standing in front of his locker room, staring at one another. Luckily, no staff was around, and his teammates were too busy yelling in the locker room to hear you. “You want to what?” He asked. Jeremy was dumbfounded by your confession; he didn’t expect you to come here to tell him that you wanted nothing to do with him. “You’re not what I want, Jer,” you said while fidgeting with your hand. He frowned and put his hands on his hips, jaws obviously clenching. “It’s that boy, isn’t it?” He asked. You glared up at him and crossed your arms. “Did you think we would last after what you pulled?” You asked. Jeremy closes his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy. “Fuck that, it’s not worth it,” he spat before furiously turning and slamming the door at you. You sighed and pulled out your phone; you had thirty minutes before their game started. Jude must be warming up on the field by now, so you decided to get some snacks and head to the bench.

You spotted a vending machine near the bathroom and nearly jumped when the door to the men’s bathroom opened, revealing your best friend of many years. He was fixing his practice shirt and looked up to see you standing in front of him. He stared at you, eyes widening like he had just seen a ghost. You took this opportunity to really look at him. He has dark circles like he hasn’t gotten any sleep, and his lips are a bit chapped, but he still looks handsome. “Hi,” you said, causing him to sigh in relief; it was like he thought he imagined things. “Hey,” he said and smiled at you. Even though you guys have known each other for years, for some reason, your tongue was stuck. You didn’t know what to say. Instead, your face was heating up, and you were trying hard not to smile like a teenager in love. “You came,” he said, and his smile dropped after realizing who he was up against.

You guys stare at one another, waiting for the next person to say something. Jude had so many emotions going through his mind; he wanted to ask why you came but was scared it might be for Jeremy. It has been over a month since he last saw you, and he just wanted to wrap his arms around you; you looked so beautiful that it hurt even to look. “I-” he waits for you to say something, to say whatever. It doesn’t matter because he misses you. “I made you this,” you said and Jude looks down at the thing you just grab out of your pocket. His eyes widened when he saw the bracelet in your hand. It was England’s national color with his name and number are on it. He nearly lost it when he saw the bracelet on your hand, too, with the same bracelet from graduation day. “I’m sorry Jude, for not seeing you sooner. I’m sorry that you had to waste so much of your time picking up the pieces for me. I should have been a better friend. I didn’t even do anything for you and the whole time you had to look out for me,” he watches as your breathing became heavier. His heart can explode from the words coming out of your mouth. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that crap. You don’t deserve it. If you forgive me, let me make it up to you as a girlfriend.” Jude's eyes widened, and he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms. “You’re everything I ever wanted Y/N. It has always been you,” he whispers.

You smile and tie the bracelet around his wrist over the one from years ago. Jude smiled and caressed your cheeks; this was the happiest he had ever been. “I love you,” he mumbles and locks his lips with yours.

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