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-> spring break w/ paige | a mood board

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a small reminder of my second writing blog 🥰

-> coffee in the mornin’ | blurb

p.b x fem!reader

genre: fluff, so sweet and tender

authors note: she’s a lover girl i know it

paige craved those long nights with you and the slow mornings that followed. she never knew that a love so simple would bring so much peace to her chaotic life. she didn’t know what she prayed for or if she even deserved it, but she was thankful for the abundance of joy you brought to her life each day. it was early in the morning, much earlier than you awoke. paige’s mental clock was hard wired for early mornings and late practices but you were slowly teaching her the importance of a balanced sleep schedule, alongside many other things - like the joy of coffee in the morning while in bed as the sun light beamed through your window. to just enjoy the little things in life

she managed to get out of bed and do her morning routine in the guest bathroom without waking you up. she slid a shirt over her head and didn’t bother with pants or fixing her hair. even though there was school work to be done and practice lingering around the corner, she wanted to soak up the lazy saturday morning before she reluctantly had to leave. as much as she craved you, she also craved the basketball in her hand while she ran drills and shot threes. the familiar whoosh of the net each time the ball successful went in. before you, she would have gone straight to the gym with no breakfast in her body, just pure adrenaline and an empty court waiting for her. but instead of her own needs she considered yours. you were just as tired as she was, if not more.

paige became accustomed to mornings with you. she decided that today was a day to let you sleep in. you were on the brink of tears last night over the stress of your internship and she wanted to make the morning easy for you. so, in the quiet kitchen, she hummed as she made breakfast. it was simple - a bagel, eggs, and bacon. the hardest part of it all was not letting your puppies eyes tug on her heart string and give the little guy a piece of bacon.

she was proud of her work and she carefully crept back into the bedroom, using her back to open the door with the little puppy trailing her. he immediately jumped onto the bed and she scolded him quietly as he began licking you in his excitement. you moved around under the covers, mumbling a good morning to the puppy which made him bark. you laughed from underneath the covers as page set the plate down. she held two cups of coffee in her hand with a proud smile on her face. your eyes peaked from underneath the blanket and she held the coffee mug outwards for you to grab.

you came of your cocoon of sorts and grabbed the mug and took a sip that made you loose a breath with a satisfied smile. paige outstretch her hand towards the plate of food on your bedside table as if it was a gourmet meal. it was. because she had made just for you. you mumbled that she didn’t have to do that but she wasted no time in letting you argue and immediately kissed your forehead and telling you good morning.

“thank you, babe.” you said “you didn’t have to do that.”

“i know,” your girlfriend said, “but i wanted to.” which made your heart melt into a puddle. you had never known a love like paige’s - she was the one you dreamed of and the one you assumed was unattainable. yet, there stood your girlfriend with her blonde hair in disarray, the rays of sunshine framing her body as she took a sip of her own coffee.

“look,” she began eagerly, turning towards the plate of food, “i made breakfast. well kinda, everything went in the toaster or in the microwave forreal. but i made breakfast!” she beamed. paige plucked a strip of bacon and took a bite before feeding the rest to you.

“that’s delicious.” you moaned.

“right, i think i got something going here. maybe basketball should be my plan b.”

“let’s not quit our day job just yet, i think the bacon was a bit overcooked.” you laughed, gingerly sitting up onto your knees. she smiled down at you and rolled her eyes.

“thank you for breakfast, baby.” you said and she nodded in return. “and thank you for letting me sleep in” to which she shrugged.

“some lady told be balance is key or something like that, can’t really remember” she joked and you placed the mug down and wrapped your arms around her. she placed her head in the nape of your neck, taking in the scent of your shampoo and she felt herself relax into the hug. she mumbled, “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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4 with jules, smut please 😭😭

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head. | authors note: this is filthy and not proofed very well.

you should’ve known that when you accepted the invitation to the infamous spring holiday trip that things were going to get hectic but you didn’t know it would borderline chaotic until it all dawned you that half your toiletries and clothes were in jules’ room - three floors up. you started the day off intoxicated unsure that the alcohol from the night before was properly metabolized. in a daze, you managed to order coffee and a bit of breakfast before realizing that jules was holding your shampoo and skin care hostage. you reached for your phone but you were met with a dead battery symbol. without making too much noise you escaped the bedroom inside the hotel suite you shared with your friends. you awkwardly jogged to the elevator praying that no one saw you in your post-full-day-bender state.

your t-shirt suddenly didn’t feel as oversized as it normally did as you knocked on his door. you were hoping, praying, that he would give you your things without a fuss - the girls planned an excursion that was too expensive for you to be late or back out of. after the second set of feverish knocks, jules opened the door with a groan and a hand running down his face. he blinked away his sleepiness and he seemed to sober up as he took in the sight of you: bra-less in an shirt that barely met your ass and a sliver of fabric he guessed were your “shorts”. it sent a jolt straight to his dick and he smiled softly at you. he wanted you bad.

“you have my stuff…” you said, skipping any pleasantries.

“good morning.” he leaned on the door with a cross of his arms which took your eyes away from his naked chest and drew attention to the hard-on in his boxers. jesus.

“good morning, you have my stuff.” you said again. his smiled turned to a smirk as he pushed off the wall to let you in. it took pure will to keep your eyes off his ass so instead you looked at his back, only to see the marks your left on him. your acrylics painted red marks up his broad shoulders from he was drilling into you during one of the drunken hook-ups. the craziest part was that you were unsure which one the marks stemmed from.

you followed him to the bathroom, stepping over the scattered clothes that probably belonged to you and into the luxurious bathroom. this vacation took a huge amount from your savings and you didn’t dare opening your banking app. you grabbed at your toiletries, rummaging for your toothbrush and toothpaste. you made yourself comfortable and began brushing and with each passing second you felt human and clean, as if today wasn’t about to another round of alcohol induced festivities. jules took the opportunity to pin you between the counter and his body as he dropped to his knees. his hand slid up your thigh, testing and rolling the thin fabric of your shorts in his fingers. the heat of his hands near your core made you clamp your legs together - forcing his hands away.

“jules.” you warned as you leaned over to spit and he chuckled but continued to run his hands up on your bare legs. his hand was smooth as it went under your shirt, his flat palm moving painfully slow against the arch of your back. his other hand cupped your hip and kept you from moving. the grip on your hip was tender because he love taking you from the back - he said it was the hottest sex thing about you, your arch back and the feeling of your ass as you took in every inch of him. he loved that you never ran from him. he loved that you took every inch of him as he pounded deeper into you with the vendetta controlling his mind.

“we can’t do this right now, you’re going to make me late.” you pushed him off with more force than necessary which made him laugh.

“you take forever to get ready, you are always late.” he picked at and you swatted his hand away from hitting your ass as you moved past him, telling him to shut up. he caught up with you quickly and wrapped his arms around, your legs dangling in the air as you half-heartedly tried to escape his grip.

“late is late,” he said with a laugh. “stay with me, be late with a good reason.” he finally put you down and you thought you were safe. but as you took another step to the door - jules was so quick you didn’t have time to process his movements - you swept up and over his shoulder. the progress you made towards the door was gone in two of jules long strides.

“are you always this spoiled?” you asked with a smack to his ass, to which he only laughed. “seriously jules, i have to go.” he plopped you down on the bed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “so you are always this spoiled.” you concluded.

“not spoiled.” he stated as if it was the truth, earning an eyeroll from you. he climbed over you and bent down to kiss you. jules was a tough lover and it was your favorite part about it. nothing with him was quick. he was thorough and very intentional with each movement. after the second quickie you two had on the yacht, he was a professional at making you orgasm at least twice before letting you leave.

his mouth was warm and wet against yours. you slipped your tongue deeper to bait him into opening wider and you took the chance of pulling back to take small nip at his lip, which made him groan. you worked your mouth down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the small bruise of skin that you left behind. he looked like a claimed man and you hoped it would clear up before going to back to work. jules stood and pulled your hips down towards the edge of the bed and made you prop you feet up so he could get rid of your thin shorts.

“needy for you.” he spoke into you pussy and just his breath alone made you squirm. he took one long lick from the very bottom of you all the way to your clit - making you loose a breath and a sting of curse words for good measure. he was being such a tease for someone was trying to plead a case of it being “quick.”

“jules.” you warned. the only response you received was his tongue inside you, moving in and out at a teasingly slow place. you began to say his name but found yourself moaning halfway through as he pulled your hips closed and went deeper.

“you’re going to make me late.” you whined, loving every second of this. there was nothing sexier than a man who takes his time and a man who needed you to get yours before his. it was addictive. you were always missing him and the vacation had not ended.

“make them wait.” he said, peppering a few kisses and bites to your inner thigh. your heart rate was increasingly fast as he stuck a single finger into you, twisting in and out as if you had all the time in the world. he rested his palm on your stomach and the pressure intensified his fingering. and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he stuck two more into you and your breath caught in your chest for a moment.

“i can’t…” you trailed off, unsure of what you were even beginning to say. he sucked and licked at your clit while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of you. his palm on your stomach moved to grip your thigh as he pulled away and stood up.

“you can.” he said, pulling off his boxers with one single hand. he wanted to keep you right were you were. “and when i say get on your knees, do it.” he said gently but with a deep enough tone that you weren’t going to question him.

when he entered you for the umpteenth time during this vacation, you swore, again, that you were in absolute heaven. pure bliss that no body could ruin. he pulled you down the side of the bed further so that you hips were half way off the edge and he pushed both of you knees to your chest. you screamed in pleasure as you took in every bit of him. he was so deep inside you that you could create anything other than noises of pleasure. he pumped in and out of you in a steadying rhythm, your braless breast recoiling as he stroked you. the feeling of his muscles hips hitting your ass felt phenomenal. you wanted him deeper and closer and voiced it.

“fuck, babe,” you blanched. “you feel so good.” He merely hummed in agreement, so focused on how tight you felt. the sex was beyond mind blowing. you’re breathing was getting erratic. he wasn’t letting up with the pace of his strokes and the aching of last nights festivities were catching up to you. you were in your own world as he dropped your legs, “i’m not going to last long when I say on your knees, go.”

he entered you again, with one palm using pressure to deepen the feeling of himself inside of you. you were moaning so loud that he felt damn good about himself. he was egging you on, telling you to be louder when one of the guys began pounding on the door.

“yo, open up! i left my key.” jules didn’t stop but he placed a hand over your mouth and you began to giggle. he shushed you and continued fucking you as he yelled out.

“gimme a second,” as neutral as he could without letting up. you were on the brink of an orgasm and you let him know as best as you could with your mouth covered. his consistency sent you reeling into another dimension and it never got old. you were sure to be walking funny when you made it to the excursion - if you weren’t left behind that is. you could barely see and you shuddered as you came all over his dick. he pulled out quickly, telling you to get on your knees. you did so in a haze, your legs sore and shaking.

“open the door man.” the man on the other side yelled but jules ignored him and spoke to you.

“open your mouth.” he said and began stroking himself, placing the tip of his dick on your tongue. he loved to see you on your knees - the same way he loved to see you from the back - because you were so fucking pretty. your eyes glimmered, challenging him and telling him you were ready. jules released himself on your tongue and you took his length into your mouth as he twitched and continued to come. he groaned out a string of curse words. his hand found the back of your head as he pushed deeper into your mouth and touched the back of your throat. he pulled out slowly and loosed a breath. you smiled wide and wiped the corner of your mouth.

“jules what are you doing, man? hurry up!” the voice shouted. you stood and pulled on your shorts and he pulled on his boxers. you didn’t bother acting as if he didn’t just blow your back out. you grabbed your toiletries and he walked a few steps behind you as you opened the door.

“sorry.” you said with no shame, dangling your bag. “he had my stuff.”

[lettersofgold]

Hi!

From your Jan prompt list, can I request number 5 with Kylian. Genre: ANGST x

Thanks!!

-> please could you be tender and I will sit close to you. let’s give a minute before we admit that we’re through.

| authors note: loosely proofed, sorry angels.

you could not pin point what was the worst of it: the lack of fighting left in you both or the acceptance that it was never going to work. kylian sat, staring at the diamond rings on the coffee table. you were hugging your legs, your knees acting as a head rest as you stared with him. he had a thousand yard stare - off in his own world, ruminating about the relationship. the hard feelings were settling in his consciousness and you felt guilty and ashamed because you checked out of the relationship months ago.

you were engaged. that was all everyone cared about, talked about. they rarely asked about you and your feelings. only kylian and the wedding mattered to the people around you. the constant questions of the details of the most magical day a girl could dream of and each question made you shrivel up in the inside. you knew it wasn’t going to work. then, as if it was the greatest thing in the world, people starting asking how soon you wanted to get pregnant. that question and your reaction made the decision an easy one. no marriage or baby could patch the cracks of your relationship.

you wished you were happier when you saw him drop down to one knee, the tears welled in his eyes with love and the tears you cried were overwhelmed with fear.

we can’t do this, you thought to yourself as he slid the ring on your shaky hand.

this won’t fix us, you recalled yourself thinking as friends and family cheered for you.

you felt pressured to say yes - everyone said that you were made for him and he was made for you. but they didn’t know that the man who hugged you and held out your hand to showcase the massive diamond, was not the man you fell in love with. no, because that was the boy version of kylian you fell in love with and this version of kylian, was a man. a man that you couldn’t recognize that you weren’t happy.

emotional maturity is what he lacked. empathy being the biggest key to his failure - he was not considerate that you lived a life outside of him. kylian could not help constantly comparing your lifestyle to the other wags.

“you don’t have to work baby, just relax and stay at home.” he parroted every time you confronted him with issues, “i can take care of you. you can just move in with me.”

“i can’t walk away from my life for you kylian.” you stated knowing it was the logical thing to do. “especially when we aren’t even married. Iwould we be having this conversation if you teammate didn’t just get married?”

“what does he have to do with this?” he argued but you both knew it was the truth. he wanted his cake and to eat it too - but the truth stood between you two, a truth you could not ignore: marriage takes two people to care, to wake up and decide to love that person through good and bad. for rich and for poorer, in sickness and in health.

“we aren’t them ky. i’m not her.” you lowered your voice. “why can’t i be with you and have my career?”

“because it’s getting in the way! it’s making things difficult. you never come to a match, you never support me.”

you had a gut feeling he was resentful of the dedication your career demanded of you. he loved it at first, it was something he admired. in the end, he was jealous and hated it.

“you are not my world.” you said as calmly as possible and you saw him crumble in seconds.

it was only months later that he proposed and you knew it was because of the comment you made that night. you wished you never said yes and you wished that sitting on this couch, next to kylian, wouldn’t have felt like such a relief.

the silence was comforting but your heart still hurt for him. he was genuine in his excitement but he didn’t realize that marriage wasn’t just the wedding. it was actual work.

“you can keep it.” he sniffed. he’d been crying softly, silently ever since you placed the ring on the table.

“it’s best that i don’t.”

“we, i, can’t fix this?” he looked at you, at the frown forming on your face. “i can’t fix this at all, can i?”

“no, ky.”

“let’s just sit here for a while.” he turned his attention back to the ring. “just give it a minute before we really are through.”

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Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace. With Kylian please. ❤️

-> say you’ll never call but i still keep your number and your necklace.

kylian cared. but kylian didn’t care enough. he didn’t care when you told him, plainly, that you weren’t afraid to leave him because you hadn’t actually left. he didn’t care when you yelled at him for one thing or another. he just didn’t seem to care at all.

so when you told him one night, seething with anger unparalleled to anything he had experienced with you before, he was afraid. “whatever this is? it’s done do you hear me? it’s done!” you voice escalated with each word until your screamed that you were done in his face. he opened his mouth in protest but you cut him off before a single word came out. “i cannot believe you did this to me, after everything i told you. after every fucking thing,” you choked on your words and turned away from him. “after everything i did for us.”

kylian pleaded with you for the entire duration of you packing your clothes and toiletries into a bag - he had no idea where you were going but he had a feeling deep inside that you weren’t coming back. he had been right and his pleas to do better, to care, to be there for you - fell on deaf ears. it was months later and he hadn’t heard from you since. that was until he heard your laugh across the restaurant alongside your group of friends and a few new faces. specifically, male faces.

he saw you under the light, looking brand new. it was as if you had never met him - the grievances that showed on your face while you dated him were long gone and was replaced with happiness showing through the crinkles of your eyes as you laughed. you picked up your napkin and dabbed at your face, clearly catching the tears that formed from your banter with that unfamiliar man. when you dropped the napkin, kylian did a double take. he thought he was seeing it incorrectly but as he looked across the restaurant and narrowed his eyes, he was stunned. his necklace was still around your neck, many months later.

“i love this necklace,” you admitted, your finger hooked underneath. the sex was mind-blowing and kylian found so much satisfaction from seeing you tired and wrapped around him after making you orgasm multiple times.

“not a necklace, a chain.” he teased, propping himself up on his elbows. you rolled your eyes at him and his masculine gaze as his eyes trailed all the way down your naked backside and back up to your face. he reached over and tugged you on top of him and you straddled him with ease. you reached for his necklace again and he palmed your ass as he kept himself propped up. you reached for his necklace and unhooked it, placing it on yourself.

“how does it look?” you raised your hand up to your collarbone to fiddle with it. kylian wrapped his large hand around your neck with a firmness that made you gasp, leaving your mouth agape. he muttered something in french, probably a string of curse words. he used his grip to pull your face to his - not letting you kiss him just yet, letting the tension brew with only the sound being your quickening breath.

“you like it?” you had whispered weakly. kylian could still feel the weight and warmth of your body.

“love it.” he voiced and kissed you deeply, with a guttural moan that made you unravel at the audible approval. you thrived under words of affirmation and that was only intensified when you were in his bed. “it’s yours to keep.”

the memory was reeling in his brain and he had to occupy himself so he forced himself to down the rest of his wine. he didn’t want to think about it. he couldn’t continue to think about you but he couldn’t stop, especially with the fact that you were still wearing his necklace even after all that happened. even though he gave it to you, it was still his necklace.

“hi baby,” you would greet him after each match and he would place a kiss a on your forehead - if you fiddled with the necklace you were waiting for him to go on an a rant about how inept his team was. if you didn’t toy with it, you were content and expected him to want to celebrate all night. either way, you had been there for him, he realized and how he never showed up for you.

later that evening in the quiet of the night he took to stalking your social media to see what you were doing without him. you were living and happier than you had ever been with him. even in the best moments the two of you shared, it couldn’t compare to the life you seemed to display. the necklace was showcased on your neck in every photo as if you didn’t take it off. he toyed with the idea of texting you and evening calling you, but he settled with doing neither.

he checked your social media religiously- as soon as he woke up, when he had a break, and before he slept. he wanted to see that metaphorical tie to you. it brought him comfort. each day, as he clicked with a pounding heart, it stilled at the sight of the necklace. he could count on the sight despite his fear. he was proud of the mark he left, even if it was a shitty breakup. but the thought of the reminder of him being a constant in your life brought him a sick joy.

he woke up later than usual that day, groggy but awake nonetheless. he went through his texts and emails to find as he always did then moved to social media to see what you posted. the story was posted 12 hours ago and he clicked it without a single thought. it usually was a throwback photo or you wishing a friend a happy birthday. but not this time.

he sat up as he held down the story to continue to view it despite his own urges to toss the phone across the room. you were glowing, yet again. looking brand new. but you were brand new - a whole new woman with a whole new man. you sat on the lap of the man with a grin like no other, the man’s large palm gripping your thigh right where your dress ended. he was smiling too, but his focus was on you. he looked at you with the adoration kylian wished he had done in the past. he stared at your face fondly for a moment and looked for what he knew for certain to be there - but it wasn’t. there was no trace of the necklace, just tan skin and the straps of your dress.

he anger swelled all while his heart broke. could he be heartbroken over a relationship he failed? he thought to himself. he surely felt like he could and with the surge of anger and the weight of hurt, he did throw his phone across the room and didn’t care that it cracked against the floor.

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-> unthinkable | chapter two | jules k.

genre: angst, fluff, smut | authors note: no words for how much I love writing this fic and how much I love jules, enjoy xx | loosely proofed.

warnings: google translations, loosely proofed

summary: jules could never get it quite right. no girl gave him the feeling that he had with you. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to love a woman until you came into his life - even when he was dating around, his loyalty and heart were with you. you couldn’t find someone who stirred the feeling of love in you the way jules did, but he was just a friend and he wasn’t done playing the field. the two of you were giving each other the love you both never felt before and after fighting it for so long, you realized you both deserved it and you were finally ready.

Jules played his heart out. He struggled to think of a time in his life when he fought so hard in a match, mentally and physically, just to come out with nothing to show for it. He was depleted but still mustered up energy for fans waiting for him. He signed a few jerseys, took some photos, then headed back to the locker room to wash away the disappointment. The team was quiet except for the murmuring of the captains. His teammates trickled into the dressing room after completing their media obligations looking as solemn as he was. Jules took a long, deep breath and laid his head back in his locker and stared at nothing. He could not stop replaying the mistakes that cost them the match. He wanted to be angry but his team fought to the very end and that was all anyone could ask for. Jules felt guilty for letting the fans down and a part of him felt he let you down too. It was silly for him to genuinely want to do a stupid dance to see you smile but he wanted to make you being there worth it. It was surprising to see you in a Barca shirt, but it was even more surprising that you were cheering and laughing with a random man. He obviously was a friend or family of an employee of Barca but he had no clue who it could be. He loved seeing you cheer him on but the sight of you smiling and chatting with a man created a sour feeling that settled deep in his stomach. With the disappointment of the match, seeing you focused on someone else, and having to do a presser made him feel worse. Everything felt like utter, complete, shit. At the very least, he would be able to see and hug his friends. For that alone, he had something to look forward to after a nice hot shower.

The family area was crowded but Jules spotted Candace and Kaia immediately. Kaia was her usual, comforting self as she gave him a quick hug and words of encouragement.

“Jugaste bien, Jules. Te veías genial ahí fuera. Incluso Corey lo dijo.” (You played well, Jules. You looked great out there. Even Corey said so.)

Kaia praised Jules but all three of them knew it wasn’t enough to heal the wound created by the lackluster overall performance. The other team outplayed them, it was simple. It never failed to confuse him that his team could have all the pieces to win and look so good on paper yet continue to come up short. It was beginning to be a cycle they couldn’t break. Jules didn’t care that Candace was standing there with a tight face. He didn't pay much mind to Candace, which he found himself doing more and more as of late. She was hot and she was fun to be with but she couldn’t read the room as well as she thought. Candace kissed his cheek before wrapping herself around him for a tight hug.

“Can we take a photo?” Candace asked as she hugged him and Jules’ eye caught Kaia, who gave him a sympathetic look. She didn’t comfort him about the game, all she could think about was a photo.

“I’m not up for it right now, Candace”. He said in a low voice so no one could hear. Jules pulled away and she looked towards her feet, clearly disappointed. There was a lull of silence and Jules asked where you were, his voice neutral. He was so tired he just wanted to go home and sleep off all the losses but not without a proper goodbye to his best friend.

“I think she’s still inside the suite.” Kaia said, looking back towards the elevator. “She needs to hurry. I got an Uber.”

“I think she’s still talking to Davi.”

Davi, who is Davi? He thought. He racked his brain and there was no recollection of a man named Davi.

Candace could see the displeasure on his face and she decided to hammer the nail into the casket. She rarely found herself threatened by any woman. In fact, she liked you. What she didn’t like was Jules’ fondness for you. Yes, you two were friends, Jules made that very clear but it didn’t put out the fire created by the devil on her shoulder. She wanted Jules to herself and she thought that to be fair - they were dating…sort of. Candace knew she was the one going home with him. She was the one who was going to comfort him, love him, and sleep with him until he couldn’t think of any other woman but her. Candace was going to leave no room for questions when it came to your whereabouts so Jules knew where your priorities were - not with him and with another guy.

“They chatted the entire game.” She rasped, “She was sooo flirty.” She egged on with a tiny shimmy of her shoulders.

Candace’s eyes flickered over to Kaia who smiled softly. The woman pushed Kaia to answer to which she simply nodded in agreement before making a comment that it was only a matter of time until you return.

“I’m going to the ladies room in the meantime. I’ll be back.” Candace excused herself.

Kaia moved closer, filling the space left by Candace and as she watched Jules search the room for you, his efforts to be discreet were not effective. Kaia knew how much Jules cared for you, and that was without a doubt. However, standing there watching him search for you with downturned lips, she realized that Jules didn't just care for you as his best friend, but he yearned for your presence and attention. Kaia was amazed but also in disbelief. She knew that she needed to call her fiancé, Corey, as soon as she had some time alone and away from both of you.

“¿Estás bien?” She asked and Jules nodded but he didn’t turn to her. (Are you okay?).

“Por supuesto.” Jules questioned and finally turned to look at his friend. She had a grin tugging on her lips that she was failing to fight. “¿qué?” (Of course.) (What?)

Jules followed Kaia’s eyes and looked behind him to see you picking up your pace into a small jog to meet him with a hug. Jules breathed easier for a moment as he inhaled the familiar scent of perfume. You were giddy and if he wasn’t mistaken, you might have also been tipsy.

“Jules!” You started, your hands still gripping his arms even though you released him from the hug. Jules looked down at you then back up and behind you at the man, who he presumed to be Davi. Davi looked familiar but Jules was unable to put his finger on it.

“My voice is going to be gone when I go to work but this was worth it. You’ll get ‘em next time.” Even though people said the same thing in various ways, it sounded sincere coming from you. He took you in for a moment: the Barca shirt was form fitting and did wonders for your figure and your staple stacked gold necklaces were a perfect contrast against your skin. You looked so happy in his team colors and he knew he found a plus-one to each match Candace attended in the future.

“This is Davi,” you motioned for the man to come closer. You stepped away as Davi opened his hand and took Jules in for a dap-up and bro hug.

“Nice to meet you, man. Joáo told me about you before I came.”

“Joáo?” Jules repeated, becoming more confused about the situation.

“Davi is Joáo’s cousin.” “He’s my baby cousin.” The two of you spoke at the same time and you giggled. Jules knew you were tipsy by the way your glossy eyes found Davi’s - when you were with Jules you laughed with your whole body. Not a small, tiny giggle like the one you just did. Jules blinked slowly and turned his attention to Kaia, needing to focus on anything other than the obvious flirting that was happening in front of him. He didn’t enjoy it and it didn’t amuse him in the slightest. He found himself annoyed at the idea of it.

“Your Uber is probably on the other side of the stadium.” Jules informed Kaia, ignoring their laughter.

“Let me walk you to your Uber.” Davi offered and you accepted with the same smile that was usually aimed at Jules. It was odd seeing you basking in the attention of a man.

“Te enviaré un mensaje de texto cuando la deje en su casa.” (I’ll text you when I drop her off at her house.) Kaia assured Jules.

Jules’ jaw ticked at the sight of you and Davi and that was all the confirmation she needed - there was something more and Jules was doing an awful job at keeping it at bay.

“You owe me dinner.” You reminded him with a pointed finger. Jules chuckled with a final side hug to you and Kaia before shaking Davi’s hand. Davi motioned for you to walk in front of him and you obliged.

“See ya later Jules.” You called over your shoulder.

—

“You okay?” Iñigo’s accent was thick as he sat in his locker next to Jules. Jules was tugging off his shirt as he muttered a half-assed yes and continued changing out of his sweaty gear from training. He sighed and plopped down on the bench of his locker, putting his face in his hands for a moment and took in a deep breath before looking towards his teammate. A week passed but his mood had not changed.

“Why?” He asked with an arched brow. Iñigo was perceptive and as the question left Jules’ mouth, he instantly regretted it. He did not have the capacity to have conversations that were not about football and weren’t about the team.

“Something’s bothering you,” Iñigo stated as a matter of fact, “and your attitude sucks.”

“Nothing is bothering me.”

“You’ve been short with everyone all day.”

“So?” Jules replied, genuinely not caring about his own feelings. His tone was curt, proving Iñigo’s statement.

“Whatever, forget it.” Iñigo bowed out of the conversation and focused his efforts on changing out of his own gear, letting the silence brew between them.

The question bothered Jules but not enough for it to linger on his brain. He was thinking of contacting Corey about adding in an extra training session, which would now be five days, instead of the three days he worked in the past. Corey constantly reprimanded Jules for not using recovery days to his advantage but he never turned the footballer away when he showed up at the gym, eyes hungry and ready to conquer a session. He shot a text to Corey letting him know that he’d come in later after a couple of meetings with his manager.

—

Jules sat in his living room confirming different events his manager thought he would be interested in attending - each fashion invitation was an automatic yes. The others, he sent questions about to confirm whether or not it would interfere with his decision to add extra training to his work load. He listened to ESPN+ in the background, trying to finish the calendar quickly so he could leave for Corey’s gym. Candace came around the corner with her phone in hand before she noticed Jules on the floor with a tight look on his face as he typed on his laptop.

“You okay?” She sat on the couch beside him and tucked her legs underneath herself.

“Fine.” Jules clipped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“Okay…” Candace drew out before leaning over to look at his calendar. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to Paris Fashion week?!” She exclaimed.

“No, I’m going to fashion week.” Jules snapped then immediately apologized when Candace slumped backwards into the couch. He moved his laptop and leaned over to kiss her pouty lips and apologized once more. “I’m so exhausted and they didn’t give me a plus one - just my manager.”

“S’okay.” She said with obvious hurt. “Just to spend more time with you, you barely see me.”

Jules placed his hands on either side of her legs and leaned in to kiss her which she greedily accepted, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer and deeper. The kiss was hot and slow, stirring up a need in Jules that he couldn’t deny - he loved how much she needed him. It fueled his ego.

“We have time right now,” he spoke against her lips.

“Really?” She smiled at his suddenness to be all over her. “How much time, baby?”

“More than enough.”

—

It was nearing the end of the brutal training session when the same question rolled off of Corey’s lips, “Are you good?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?” Jules rebutted. He groaned in frustration, dropping the weights harder than he should have. He stepped away from the plates and interlocked his hands on top of his head. “I’m fine.” He muttered looking up at the ceiling.

“You’ve been acting like a bitch.” Corey said nonchalantly which got him a stream of French curse words from his friend.

“I’m just tired.” Jules released with a shrug of his shoulder. Jules wore his emotions all over his body. It was in the way he walked and talked but especially in his eyes - they never lied. Corey could see through his bullshit answer.

“If you say so.”

After the match Kaia damn near kicked down the door to tell him what had happened. She had a theory that Jules was actually into his best friend, a theory which Corey refused to believe. She argued with him about it, laying out the evidence until it all came together. It was easy to see when he considered all the interactions he witnessed. But even with that revelation it meant nothing in the long run because he was dating Candace. He argued about Jules’ loyalty - the footballer was a bit of a playboy but he wasn’t a cheater. He was honest. Kaia had an argument for that too as she reasoned with Corey about why he was constantly dating women: he was getting his physical needs met but was emotionally attached to you. He didn’t just want you but he needed you.

Corey eyed his friend and began racking the weights and asked nonchalantly if Jules had talked to you recently.

“Yeah, why?” Jules chest was still heaving from the lift but was calming and eased at the mention of your name.

“Kaia was telling me about that guy…uh, I can’t think of his name…” Corey pretended.

“Davi.” He spat out.

“Him! Kaia said they’ve been talking recently,” Corey was ready to poke the bear and see what the reaction would be, “Has Joáo mentioned him?”

“No.” Jules’ tone had a bite to it and that was all the confirmation he needed.

Corey stopped asking questions and eased into telling him what to expect with adding two more days of training. He had Jules’ attention and focus but Corey’s mind still wandered to the time the two of you were sitting together at Kaia’s kitchen counter, leaned into each other as if the world didn’t exist. Corey thought of the look of Jules’ as he listened to you speaking with animated hands and how his eyes never left your face - not even once.

Jules stood with his bag on his shoulder and loosed a breath before saying goodbye to Corey. He pulled out his phone to call you and it went straight to voicemail. He called again and this time, it rang twice before it was declined. He figured you and Kaia escaped to the town for dinner considering Corey changed his plans to fit an extra training session in. He reminded himself to apologize to Kaia and give her a gift.

you: at dinner, talk later?

Jules liked the message and stuffed his phone into his pocket, tossing his keys around his finger. The night was cool and he strode to his car before stopping mid step. His heart was beating as if he just sprinted all the way there. In the moonlight parked next to his own car, sat Kaia’s polished Range Rover. Yet you were at dinner.

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3 but fluff with levi please 💓😝

-> Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace. | loosely proofed

“if you go out there like that, everyone will know.” he frowned in front of your face, a palm gently touching your cheek. he was nervous - he had been since the start. your relationship wasn’t necessarily a secret but it was unconfirmed. the general public and the fans were skeptical about you and your relationship with levi because it was hard to pin down. you wanted to celebrate with them on the pitch but levi didn’t think it to be smart.

through expert level digging, the Twitter fans found out that you were always at the matches, way before any rumors swirled. even the wags weren’t sure, the players weren’t sure, even levi’s public relations team were unsure. you disliked it, levi loved it. he was afraid - rightfully so, his last relationship was a shit show and ended up being front page of every social media platform possible and girl was still treated terribly. but his fear made you feel as if you weren’t good enough.

“levi, baby,” you sighed and stepped closer to him in the hallway. it was right after a match and you just wanted to be on the field with him and the wags. but if you were there beside him it would be obvious. “it’s already obvious.”

“we shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.” he loosed a breath. you nodded with a soft smile and decided that you weren’t going to do a cat and mouse game. you didn’t want to beg someone to love you out loud. “i’m going to go join the boys.” there was nothing left to say so placed a simple kiss to your head and strode away leaving you with a sting in your chest.

“call me later, yeah?” he said over shoulder and you turned around to roll your eyes at him.

“don’t…don’t worry about it.” you huffed. “i’ll call you.”

you were frustrated at the very least but you were mainly jealous. the pictures of the wags on the field with jerseys and cute custom pieces for their men made you sad. you wanted that - not to flaunt your status or his but to simply show how much you loved him. you thought of all the opportunities missed to hug him on the pitch, steal a kiss before he went into the locker room and even have a goal dedicated to you.

you lied. you didn’t call at all. you left him hanging all week, ignoring each message he sent your way. you guys had your arguments and squabbles but you had never ignored him. it got to the point where he gave up and said in a voicemail: if this is how it’s going to be, i’ll never call again.

for one more day, he didn’t. so when you found yourself staring at the package that landed on your doorstop you were rightfully confused. your crinkled your nose at the package, unsure of where it could have come from. you shopped constantly but this box was not only unrecognizable but gift wrapped. levi had been in and out, keeping to himself for the most part. as you unraveled the box, your cellphone rang and you answered it reluctantly and your voice was laced with attitude as you greeted him. “i thought you said you won’t call me again.”

“yeah well i lied.” he said gingerly and you felt the attitude melting away, bit by bit, after hearing his tone.

“what is it? shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match?” you pulled the phone away to check the time, “what do you want?”

“i want you here… at the match.” he admitted with a loosed breath.

“i’m at every match levi, what are you on about?”

“look I don’t have much time but the family charter bus leaves at 11:00 - park were you usually do and just board it.”

“why would-“ levi promptly cut you off.

“just do it…please.” he pleaded softly and you had no more attitude left so you obliged.

you weren’t sure what to say so you set your phone down and stared at the box again, slowly pulling it open to see a flash of blue fabric glimmering through. you couldn’t fight the school girl giggle that rushed through you as you opened the box and pulled out a jersey with his number and his name proudly displayed on the back. under the jersey was a stack of necklaces, tiered on top of one another and utterly gorgeous. at the very top tier of the necklace sat a large LC sparkling in the light. your phone pinged once more and the text sent a smile to your face, all over again. levi: i love you. see you soon xx

it was the best experience ever. you had craved the family experience but in the past you watched from far away you simply kept your distance and wondered what it would be like to be there. your heart was bursting with joy at the sight of levi scoring a goal but then he promptly ran towards the suite and signaled a heart at you and tapped his hand over his heart as his teammates jumped on him. you were sure your heart was going to beat of your chest - all eyes were on you and you couldn’t help the excitement, jumping alongside the other girls and family members. when time had been called your legs couldn’t carry your fast enough as you sprinted towards levi who stood with outstretched arms and didn’t even budge as you jumped into them, wrapping your legs around his midsection. he squeezed you gently and you gushed about his performance. levi placed you on your feet and you continued on about how much fun you had had. he watched you closely and his smile faded sending nerves to your stomach.

“are you alright?” you looked around nervously and saw the amount of people watching the two of you. it made him anxious. “hey, it’s you and me, remember?” the statement brought a smile to his face. you didn’t want the moment to end so you soothed his nerves and brought him back down to earth.

“it’s shocking that’s all, you have my number and my necklace.” he grinned down at you and you took a step back to spin for him to take it all in. he whistled teasingly and then pulled you in for another hug.

“god,” he mumbled into your neck, “you look fucking hot with that on.” you laughed loudly, tilting your head back and cocked it to the side to look at your boyfriend. “really?” you giggled. “mhm.” he moaned out and leaned in to you softly, so close to your mouth you could almost taste him as he placed his lips on yours.

it was well into the next morning and levi stayed the night before heading home to get ready for training. your limbs were to heavy and sore to even begin to think of leaving your bed so instead, you scrolled aimlessly on your phone when a notification popped up - levi tagged you in a photo.

it was a set of photos of him scoring but the very first one was his goal celebration: the heart he made to you and promptly tagged on it, was your name.

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Uuurrrgghh!! Just read your prompt fics!!! Girl they were so good. Loved the Jules one the most. It was so beautifully written. Loved how he barely spoke but that really said it all. I actually shed a tear. Loved it <33

jules is my baby boy and that piece broke a small part of me, cannot lie anon. tysm 🫶🏽

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prompt 4 for trent 🫶

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head.

break ups, makeups, nothing but wasted time. you were a sniffling mess as you grabbed each piece of clothing out of his closet and placed it into another overfilled box. trent was a gift giver - it was his love language - and now you wished he never gifted you anything. the reminders of him were non-stop. you had not left liverpool as quickly as you aimed to, but when you finally got the apartment you wanted, you took to quietly moving out while he was away.

his dog sat solemnly near the box of clothes with his head on his paws, eliciting whines of disapproval. he used to do the same thing when trent was leaving for a game or when you would go away for holidays and deep down, you felt the pup knew that you weren't coming back. although the tears burning your eyes refused to fall, you did nothing to stop the gut-wrenching sob that escaped your lips once your custom jersey, with polished white lettering with "MS TAA" across the shoulders that pulled into your hands. you stared at it with the pain of a thousand fires swirling in your chest angrily because your entire relationship was gone and taken away from you, like death by a thousand cuts. you called your best friend and within thirty minutes she had arrived and took over the rest of the packing. as you sat on the floor with the dog in your lap and your best friend captaining the slowly slinking ship of diginty and hope, with you merely muttering "keep" or "toss".

you left your key with his brother, who gave you solemn look and a tight hug that lasted longer than any hug you had with him before as he whispered, “i’m sorry he did this,” against your ear. you wiped your tears, shaking your head as you stared at him “it’s not your fault”. it was no one’s fault but trent’s - he made his bed, with her beside him, and now he had to lay in it.

irritated. trent had been irritated all day. if it wasn’t one thing it was another - training was a mess, he wasn’t going to be back playing as he had planned and he hadn’t heard from you in days. every text he sent immediately turned green - you blocked him. he knew it but it didn’t stop him from trying. the guilt was seeping out of his pores alongside the sweat of the day as he walked into his house. he muttered a hello to his brother who waved him off, not even taking his eyes off of the tv. trent forced himself to not pay any mind to his brother - he didn’t have time for lectures. it was what it was. the stomps of his dog walking behind him as he entered his room gave him some type of ease but as he sat on the bed and loosed a breath, he was met with two puppy eyes and whine.

“wha’s your problem?” he reached to touch the puppy who took two steps back. the puppy huffed and whined as he pawed the air. “she’s not coming back.” which deflated the dog’s spirit entirely and he curled inward on himself on what used to be your side of the bed and huffed once more - with a judgmental look from is round puppy eyes. trent grumbled to himself as he turned on the shower and waited for the steam to rise. a shower and a long nights sleeps would fix his sour mood. maybe seeing sarah would fix it too, and he contemplated inviting her over but decided against it. he couldn’t handle the tension between his brothers and he didn’t want to hear a goddamn thing come out their mouths, no matter how right they were. he kept himself occupied but the shower left nothing but memories rinsing over him alongside the water. he reached for his shampoo but it was empty and muttered “fuck.” before tossing it to the side. he reached for the next one and stopped - the pink bottle glaring at him, taunting him, reminding him of the memories he made.

how he rarely showered alone. the intimacy he shared with you as you teased him and washed his hair. you were always so gentle - your eyes were red from the hot water running down your face but you didn’t care - and far too concentrated on the task at hand. it was so simple but to trent, it was everything. you would talk about your day and take your time in unbraiding his hair and lathering the shampoo into his hair. or, you would place kisses on his back and your fingers trailed his wet skin, aiming to ease the tension he carried physically and emotionally. the showers started due to the insatiable habits of needing to be inside you and making love to you. then it turned to wanting to be near you, all the time, no matter the circumstances - even if that meant invading your showers and taking turns washing each others hair. trent was at ease under your touch and it was never lost on you the release of his tense shoulders and the sighs that loosened out of him when you touched him in any capacity. he loved knowing you were right there, easy to touch. easy to love. dependable. yet, he ruined it all, blinded by lust while lost in a chokehold of endless yes men and women who wanted to be affiliated with a premier league footballer.

he left the shampoo in the shower after sloppily washing his hair just to say he did so. he rummaged his cabinets to start his skin care routine only to realize it was your skin care routine that you applied for him. but your skin care products that were no longer there. his heart fell to his stomach and he felt sick with the memories running through his mind - suddenly blindsided with guilt instead of anger. your smile was all he could see as he rummaged to find any type of moisturizer to throw on and go to bed.

as he applied the product to his skin it felt all wrong. it should’ve been you, sitting on the sink, wrapped in your towel and scolding him playfully as you stuck eye patches on him before bed. it should have been your smile that he saw as he kissed your wrist as you smoothed out one of the many products that he had no idea clue what they did but obliged, because it made you happy. it should’ve been your smile that he as your brushed your teeth alongside him and complained about the early mornings or the latest work drama.

it should’ve been you smiling, there, alongside him and wrapped up in bed. instead you had left and all that was left was your smile inside his head.

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Hi can you do -> It used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. Visceral feeling I can never leave behind. This with Jules kounde and angst focused please 💜💜

-> it’s used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. visceral feeling i can never leave behind. love like a landslide, i kiss you goodnight. |

“please," you sobbed pitifully. "don't just sit there. look at me.”

the tears had ruined your makeup at that point and it was the last thing on your mind. people always told you that your twenties would be the best decade of your life. you were merely 21 and you wish you could be reliving your teenage dream instead: you and him, friends turned lovers, singing obnoxiously while driving nowhere specific, stolen kisses in between hectic schedules, long nights spent in covers as if it was the last chance you had to be with him. dreaming of the future, the future where the two of you were together, till the very end. that was the kind of passion and love the two of you shared - insatiable, inseparable.

but what was once unimaginable was becoming real and raw - the dream of together, till the end was fading. that could be goodbye. all the destinations in your life were unknown back then and it sounded so exhilarating at the time - but now? now it left you crying in jules’ car, unsure if what you two shared was enough to keep the relationship.

he was leaving and he seemed to be leaving you behind, too. you argued with him endlessly about it, this was only the last time that it finally settled in that he was already checked out of your relationship, his mind set on his move to his new team - so far away from home…from you. you didn’t budge and brought it up on the way home, hoping that he was going to have a change of heart. that another discussion would help. but the discussion went no where productive: all tears, confessions of love and fears, what exactly is going to hurt us the least? every bit of it hurt, the fact that it was a discussion you had to have, hurt. you were supposed to be with him the entire time.

it was you and jules, always.

he was jules, your jules.

you were his girl - "my girl” “mon amour” “ma fille” (my girl, my love), “ma copine est là” (i can’t stay, my girl is here.)

his girl.

they said you never forget your first love and you didn't want to forget him - you didn’t want to just let him go, not without a fight. you would always miss him. if he fought for you, you would miss him with the security and confidence that he was coming back but now it seemed he didn’t want to fight at all. not even for you. he had given up somewhere in between the signed contracts and upsurge of popularity. he had given up a long time ago.

"what do you want me to?” his soft shout seemed much louder in the confined space of his car. why did this hurt so fucking much.

"jules...please tell me what you want...” you begged. this was so embarrassing to be begging for a simple explanation - did he want you? that's what it came down to. did he love you enough to want to see this through?

"don't ask me what i want, you know this. i want my career. i want to be able to be focused and be happy." he couldn't even form the words.

"do you want me?" you finally asked, "because I'll be there for you. every single step of the way. if no one understands, i will. if you need me, as your girl, I need to know you want me." the silence was loud. so you took a deep breath and asked again, as calmly as you could.

"do you want me?" you whispered and felt the familiar burn of tears behind your eyes. jules never said a word and the lingering silence was the answer. with all the strength you could muster, despite the pain in your chest, you took a deep breath to ease the visceral feeling. you stared at your hands in your lap unable to truly process what had just happened. what the silence from jules meant.

“mon amour, i’m so sorry” jules pleaded.

“don’t.” you muttered through your tears. you looked at him and you wished you didn’t- his eyes were brimmed with tears but not even focused on you. he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

“just..get your stuff out of my apartment and leave the key outside.” you unbuckled your seatbelt, grabbing your bag with one hand and opening the door with the other as swiftly as you could. you were halfway to slamming the door when jules yelled at you to stop. he jumped of his car and ran over to you, cupped your face and kissed you. a hot, slow, sad kiss that was salty from his tears and yours. each second that passed sent you further into a spiral of trying to rationalize it, to reconcile what happened and fight for it not to end. but this was a goodbye and as he pulled away and took a few steps back, he stared at his feet.

“i still care for you.” but you both knew he didn’t care enough to try.

“goodbye, jules.” you said, expecting him to look up but he never did. instead he ran his hands down his face and turned, walking away. walking out of your life and into the one he truly wanted.

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₊˚⊹♡ january prompt list ₊˚⊹♡

-> opening up for blurb requests from a few of my favorite songs! leave me the number, name of the player, and genre. most of these lyrics are centered around heartbreak and angst - please remember that! happy requesting!

-> I’ve cried into dark brown eyes for the thousandth time cause you love somebody else.

-> It used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. Visceral feeling I can never leave behind.

-> Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace.

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head.

-> Please could you be tender and I will sit close to you. Let’s give a minute before we admit that we’re through.

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-> unthinkable | jules x black!fem!reader | mood board

“mon dieu s'il te plaît écoute-moi, je suis désolé mais je suis amoureux de toi. je ne veux que toi.”

summary: jules could never get it quite right. no girl gave him the feeling that he had with you. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to love a woman until you came into his life - even when he was dating around, his loyalty and heart were with you. you couldn’t find someone who stirred the feeling of love in you the way jules did, but he was just a friend and he wasn’t done playing the field. the two of you were giving each other the love you both never felt before and after fighting it for so long, you realized you both deserved it and you were finally ready.

my god please listen to me, i’m sorry but i’m in love with you. i only want you.

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-> unthinkable | chapter one | jules k.

genre: angst, fluff | authors note: i would like to reiterate that the self insert reader, y/n, is a black girl with a black girl as a face claim. although this is catered to black women, i hope you enjoy the fic. i want to be able to create works inclusive and catered to under represented woc - hope you understand & support. no hate will be tolerated.

warnings: google translations, loosely proofed

summary: jules could never get it quite right. no girl gave him the feeling that he had with you. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to love a woman until you came into his life - even when he was dating around, his loyalty and heart were with you. you couldn’t find someone who stirred the feeling of love in you the way jules did, but he was just a friend and he wasn’t done playing the field. the two of you were giving each other the love you both never felt before and after fighting it for so long, you realized you both deserved it and you were finally ready.

[ pictured fc: corey - black!fem!reader - kaia ]

Chapter 1

“Have you ever been in love?” You leaned into the French man who leaned into you at the same time - it was a sight to see: your elbow on the bar, the palm of your hand holding your tilted head, and him - his eyes unwavering and whiskey brown under the warm glow of the restaurant bar. Jules' head dropped to his lap as he laughed. The engagement party ended a while ago, but the two of you had comfortably sat at the bar talking about your lives and how you got to this point. It was over-sharing, but you both felt comfortable sharing the gritty moments that shaped you as people. Neither of you expected a mundane evening ending up at a bar telling your life story to a stranger. In the end though, you wouldn’t be strangers at all.

“Have I? Oh, Mon Dieu, I have loved women more times than I can remember.” (Oh my god)

Those first few hours with Jules were magnetic, borderline kismet, and there was not a single person who could have stopped the soulful hold you would have on one another. You previously described to your friends before your fateful decision to leave your home and find a new home in Barcelona; there was a piece of you, just a piece of your heart that hadn’t been touched in the relationships you were in before. You loved those men and were sure of that, but were you in love with them? The answer you and your friends decided on was a hearty no. Alongside their answers came warnings of the consequences of finally opening your mind and heart to complete, encompassing love. A breakup was no longer a simple text that decides who picks up the boxes of things. When you truly fall in love, and your heart gets broken, you grieve for an entire man who would go on living, a man who creates a new world where you are no longer a part of it. A heart grieves when it breaks, not because of sadness but because the grief was proof you had been in love all along.

“Everyone has loved someone. But have you been in love, Jules? Truly and surely, in love?” He blew a soft breath and answered because he came to terms with the things he wouldn’t grasp until he retired: “I wish I could have been in love or be in love, but my career hasn’t given me a chance to even dream of it.”

Jules did not plan on attending his trainer’s engagement party. He cared about the couple dearly. In retrospect, his relationship with Corey was beyond a footballer and his trainer. It was a man-to-man talk about life, love, and a bunch of sharing shit while working out and doing physiotherapy. Corey knew more about Jules' love life than any of his other clients and Jules was the one he called, sweaty and shaking before his proposal to Kaia. Yet caring about the couple wasn’t enough to combat the exhausting life he had been living - between the situationship, the season, his injuries, and the lack of sleep - he craved being alone. He found himself with crippling relationship issues when he wasn’t even in a relationship. He wanted a night alone, away from everything, to decompress and get quality rest but those dreamy ideas crumbled once Kaia’s cheerful voice met his ears. “I’m so excited to see you! I can’t wait to hear all about how you helped Corey.” He prepared himself to be there and be supportive but he couldn’t plan what was meant to happen sitting at the bar sharing stories with you.

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“I swear if you spill another thing in my kitchen, we’re going to have problems.” The threat was far from empty, Jules knew that. He laughed and his voice drowned out the low sound of Sza’s melody that hummed into the air.

Your kitchen was homey and almost ancient. Anything that spilled ended up being a stain which, unfortunately, you learned after knocking over a huge cup of coffee. It took you weeks to clean it up and its ghost was still there next to the tiny dinner table. Months in Barcelona felt like you’d been there your entire life. You thought you were going to need to learn to love the city but it came easily. What worried you the most, after loving the city, was finding friends but once you met Kaia, so much fell into place. It warmed your heart to meet Kaia at a coffee shop during your first week at work. Coincidentally, she worked in the office at the school you taught at. If it wasn’t for her and her persistence of you attending her engagement party a few weeks later, you would not have met Jules. You’d be a recluse if not for your extroverted friends.

“I told you I couldn’t cook, blame yourself.” Jules argued with an extended arm and open palm towards the mess he created dicing the tomatoes. He always wanted to eat your food but never wanted to help, so you forced him to start pulling his weight. There were no free handouts - Jules was no exception.

“It’s amazing how skilled you are with your feet but you can’t do the most basic thing with your hands.”

“My hands work fine - never had any complaints.” Jules smirked, earning an eye roll from you. You could have never guessed that your closest friend would be a guy who happened to be a skilled professional footballer, especially one who found more comfort sleeping on the couch in your tiny apartment, than in his massive home with designer furniture. You stopped making dinner for just one because of Jules. It was habit that he would raid your fridge, eat the dinner and then tell you how unhealthy yet delicious it was.

“Candace seems to have a lot of complaints.” You teased and it was Jules’ turn to roll his eyes. Jules sighed and ran his hands down his face.

“Oh Mon Dieu cette femme.” He complained. (Oh my god that woman.)

Until Jules, you had never met a man so unphased by the sheer amount of women that he dated. One week a girl was there and then the next week, they weren’t seen again. Women came and went and his latest girlfriend wasn’t exactly someone you saw as a friend, either. Candace had a hold over Jules. She had been around for a little over a month - a personal record for your noncommittal friend. Candace would not budge when it came to Jules. She wanted it to be clear who she was to any person who was in the same vicinity, breathing the same air, to know that Jules’ was her man. In her mind, Jules’ was hers to keep and it didn’t seem that Jules was trying to get rid of her. He just complained. It was Jules’ own downfall because he never set boundaries for her to not cross and you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that she had hungry eyes and you knew it wasn’t for him but for the life he could give her. You had only been around Candace a handful of times but that was enough to make you exhausted - you avoided her if you could. Luckily she didn’t live in the same city so she was rarely with the rest of the friend group that you grew to know and love.

“You know what I’m going to say.” You replied.

“Yes, yes. ‘Why don’t you just leave her?’” He mocked in a high pitched voice. “It’s not that easy, poto.” (Friend)

“I think it is. But if you like it, then I love it.”

You gave up long ago trying to get it through his thick skull that he didn’t owe her, or anyone, his time and his energy if they frustrated him so much. The sex must be absolutely amazing for him to still have her in his life. The thought of it made you frown but you moved past that disappointment and focused on other things that weren’t correlated to your best friend’s sex life. At the end of the day, Jules was still just a man who had to learn his lesson and no amount of chastising from his friends would change that. A man with needs, you thought as you recalled her perfectly sculpted figure. Jules had a type and you were completely opposite of it. Did it bother you? A little. Would it ever truly matter? No. You turned back to the pasta on the stove as Sza’s voice continued to sing: I came to your city, lookin’ got lovin’ and licky ‘cause you promised to put it down.

“All done.” Jules commented as he stood behind you while dumping the plate of terribly diced tomatoes into the pan. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders before resting his chin on your head. Jules was a koala, clinging onto anything with a pulse. He lived up to the French stereotypes: fashionable, passionate, and very loving. If he wasn’t touching you, he was fiddling with his fingers or his hair.

“You haven’t been to a match in a while, why?” He questioned slowly.

“J, I love you but I don’t want to see you chase a ball around for two hours.”

“I don’t chase it…I score.” You could hear the pout in his voice and it made you giggle.

“The weekends are the only time I get to rest!” You argued. It was true that you didn’t want to watch men run back and forth but you weren’t telling Jules the thought of being stuck in a room with all those people wasn’t boring but actually agonizing.

“I check ESPN to see what’s happening - it’s basically the same thing.” You pulled out of Jules’ hold and began setting the table. Jules eyed you with folded arms before muttering out, “Liar.”

“You always tell me what happened in the game. Why watch when you tell me?” You continued to explain. That was about as strong as your argument was going to get. You did not want Jules to know the idea of being there was making you uneasy. Especially if Candace was in attendance. He said she was harmless. All bark, no bite. Regardless, of whatever dog-like tendencies she did or didn’t possess, you wanted little to do with her. You learned a long ago that your friends’ love lives were not your business.

“It’s better in person AND you can hang out with Candace and the other girls and talk about how hot the players are or whatever.” Jules furrowed his brows before questioning, “what do girls talk about up there?”

“Don’t ask me, I haven’t been in forever. I doubt any girl I know is even still around.”

You met a few of the WAGs months ago when you first arrived to Barcelona and hadn’t kept up with any of them since. Majority of them were nice but you kept to yourself and decided that you weren’t in a hurry to go back. The food and drinks were nice, seeing Jules happy made you happy, but there was just no desire to go. Jules sat at the tiny kitchen table and you followed and placed the two bowls of pasta down. The table was incredibly small and whenever Jules sat with you his knees touched yours.

“Why would I go to hang out in that suite?”

“Candace is going.” He said as if it was obvious.

“Okay…and?” You questioned.

Jules was never one to speak outright about how he felt. He never wanted to make people think he needed anything. For a man who was in relationships constantly, he was very guarded. You saw parts of him that his fans, the public and even parts that Corey and Kaia didn’t see but, it still puzzled you that he had trouble opening up to you considering you never judged him. You shook it off, knowing that someone he trusted in the past used his vulnerability against him and as you looked at his pleading face, you couldn’t blame him for having his walls up. Yours had been up for years.

“She’s scared to go alone. She needs a friend.” He dropped his fork and put his hands in a begging motion, “Please? For me?”

You found yourself in between a rock and a hard place. You would do almost anything for Jules. The two of you bonded over loyalty and how important it was to you. You had your friends’ backs through thick and thin - even if it was a bit annoying, even if it was a request like this.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You sighed. Jules stared at his pasta with a beaming smile as if he won the match right there in your kitchen. You poked at your pasta aimlessly for a moment and considered all the ways you could back out when Jules made you feel even more guilty by continuing on about his matches.

“You should support me anyway, I’m the best footballer you know.”

“You’re the only footballer I know.”

It never crossed your mind that Jules wanted you to come to his matches. He, Kaia, and Corey knew weekends were your time to decompress after working with children all week. You were an English as a Second Language teacher at a small private school with the most incredible students. You cared for them as if they were your own, but with that came the emotional exhaustion from helping them navigate their futures, teenage melodrama, and the stress from their own personal expectations. It was the most fulfilling job you had thus far. You found purpose with the kids in your classes. It was a win-win situation - you spoke Spanish to the kids and they spoke English to you, all mixed with animated banter. Even on the worst of days, those students breathed life into you with their rambles and thoughts. You loved them to death.

“I’m very lucky. I love you too, poto.” (Friend)

“Can I invite Kaia, at least?”

“You can invite anyone. I just need to know a few days before so I can add you to the list.” Jules shoveled a large fork of pasta into his mouth and moaned aloud. The moan made you flush - Jules was attractive and that noise made him even more so. “You are the best cook, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You would survive and I don’t know, actually eat the stuff your chef cooks for you.”

——

It was a long week and no part of you was looking forward to the match. The thought of the crowd was intimidating but not as intimidating about being in the suite during such an important game. Jules mentioned once during the week that he was gunning for more - he wanted to play to his best potential and knowing your friend, there was nothing going to stop that. You admired Jules. Not only for his talent but for his work ethic and you were intrigued to see how he would channel all the ethic into the pitch (not field, as Jules scolded you once before.), since it had been months seen that last time you watched him play. Even in thinking about that admiration, you knew it wasn’t enough to help you navigate all the little social interactions that awaited you in the suite. Once you arrived at the stadium with Kaia and made it through the security check and finally got settled in the suite, you got a text. You decided that you would sit outside on the balcony on the first row with Candace in between you and Kaia in case you needed a moment alone. It was well before kick-off but it took you by surprise that Jules texted you. You hadn’t even got a chance to make a drink and head to your seat yet.

Ju: Candace is running late. Have fun, drink a beer.

You: Hate beer. Shouldn’t you be kicking a ball?

Ju: Yell loud for me.

You: Only if you score a goal and do a little dance. I bet you five dollars.

Ju: Make it dinner and five dollars.

You: you’ve got a deal

You were ripped out of your thoughts when a woman’s voice shrieked out and then, suddenly, her arms were wrapped around your midsection. One manicured hand was holding a drink that spilled down the entire front of your shirt as she bounced you around excitedly.

“Oh my gosh we have all been wondering about you! We were all asking, ‘where has Jules’ pretty little girlfriend been hiding?’”

You were spun around by the set of arms but your focus was solely on your soaking wet beige shirt and the fact that it was becoming see through. It was as if cold water had been splashed on you when you finally realized what she was saying, on top of the fact that the whole suite was staring at your chest. It could not have been more mortifying. As if you weren’t scared enough to begin with, the universe decided to add a sprinkle of disaster in the form of a blue mixed drink.

“Oh no, that’s not.” You stumbled and Kaia came to your aid with napkins. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m just a friend and this is Kaia, my friend.”

“Oh my gosh! I could’ve sworn it was you! You’re Y/N, right?”

You nodded but you were wiping away at your shirt aggressively. You didn’t even know the lady’s name but she was staring at you as if she knew you, which, she apparently did. She knew your name and knew that you knew Jules.

“Iñigo says Jules talks about you all the time.” She said. Okay, that’s odd, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry I really need to get another shirt, is there anywhere I can get one?” You pleaded with strong dismissal of the information that was dropped on you. Why was Jules talking about you to his teammates? You grabbed your purse in a hurry and told Kaia to stay in case Candace arrived while you were gone. You needed a moment to breathe and secure a shirt before the game started. The shop was a mad house of fans and you were growing irritable with the sugar from her drink beginning to stick to your skin. You opted for a simple Barca t-shirt and as you turned away from the register you bumped into a man - a very handsome man at that. You apologized and he disarmed all that irritably you harbored with his smile and sweet, smooth voice. He was an olive skinned man with a wide smile, accented by a small dimple. His dark hair was curly and it contrasted his blue eyes. Damn, you thought. You knew Spain had gorgeous men but you forgot how gorgeous they could be. You realized you were still staring and holding onto his elbow so you took a few steps back. The shop was crowded and people were bustling by the two of at a feverish pace.

“You’re okay, I don’t mind bumping into a pretty woman like you…are you alright?” His accent took you by surprise but before you could mutter another apology out of habit, you saw his eyes and how they scanned your entire see through shirt which made you cross your arms and you dangled your new shirt between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta get back upstairs before the game starts.” You gave a soft smile and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed you gently with his hand.

“Upstairs? Are you in a suite?” His eyes scanned your face and you weren’t sure how to take the question just yet. He must’ve seen the confusion because he continued without your reply, “I’m in the family and friends suite and I’ve got no clue of where to go.” He flashed his yellow wrist band that matched yours as if to prove he wasn’t some creep.

“Oh, uh, yeah I am. You can follow me if you like, if you want. I need to change my shirt first.

“I’ll wait for you…”

“Y/N.” You replied.

“I’ll wait for you Y/N right out front.” He smiled again and this time, it made your heart flutter and warmness filled your cheeks.

You found your way back to him and his head was deep into his phone, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. You had no idea what his name was. He smiled at you and your eyes drew towards his adorable dimple. He ran his fingers through his hair before he placed his phone in his back pocket and motioned for you to lead the way. The crowd of attendees rushing towards their seats hadn’t slowed down as you hoped, so you took his hand in yours and pulled him along without hesitation. His hand was large and warm in yours as you steered him through the crowded concourse and to the suite check in kiosk. You flashed your wrist band and he did the same. His hand had yet to leave yours. You were slowed down by the fact the security guard wanted to double check the man.

“Name?” The stone faced security guard asked.

“My name is Davi Félix.”

“You’re good to go.” Davi thanked the man and pulled his hand out of yours to open the door to the stairs.

“Ladies first.”

“Thank you Davi.” You smiled. Maybe the game wouldn’t be so bad after all.

——

Luckily, Kaia secured your seats. Candace sat next to her and you offered Davi the seat on the other side of you which he took it happily. Candace introduced herself to you, something she did every time she saw you, and it was a difficult task to not roll your eyes. You weren’t sure if she was petty of just not the smartest. Davi sat for a moment then decided to check what the bar had to offer and asked if anyone wanted one. Kaia declined, Candace waved her cup with a cheeky smile, and Davi turned his attention to you.

“For you, doce?” He smiled softly and you hesitated, getting lost in his eyes that were holding your attention as he leaned over to hear your answer. (Sweetie)

“I’ll take what you get.” Davi nodded and headed towards the door with a glance back at you before heading inside.

“Doce? Sweetie? Who is that!” Kaia asked, leaning forward past Candace, who was eyeing you with an intrigued smirk.

“That’s Davi, I met him downstairs while getting this shirt.” You tugged on the shirt you got. You bought it because it was cheap and you could finally match your students on their dress down Fridays. Half the class would love it and the other half would despise it. It’ll give them the opportunity to debate while practicing their English and you knew football was a passionate topic. It was going to be an entertaining debate day.

“That’s João Félix’s cousin.” Candace looked between the two of you as if it was obvious. You glanced at Kaia then back at Candace who promptly stated more information.

“João Félix…here on loan. Never mind, he’s a player on the team.” She indulged but it still did nothing for you or Kaia. You truly had no clue about Jules and his job besides the fact that he was strong, fast, and ate like he was never satiated.

“Right.” You answered feeling a bit dumb. You knew why you didn’t know, but it still felt dumb to not know it.

“He’s cute, he’s got hearts in his eyes while looking at you.” Kaia raised her brows. Her own eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Kaia I just met the guy.”

“So? He’s a man, he’s got eyes, and he clearly likes what he sees.” Kaia said, leaning back into her chair. The team began filling the pitch with kids alongside them signaling the start of the game. Davi rushed back and handed a drink to you gently with a wide smile.

“Hope you like it

“I’ll love it.” You placed your cup down and awaited the anthem and the start of the game while fighting a childlike smile. Kaia cleared her throat and you turned to find her mouthing, “I’ll love it.” You slyly shot her a middle finger and turned back to the pitch.

There was Jules. Your best friend. His head was down and his hands were on the shoulders of a little girl who had a few missing teeth. She was laughing at whatever Jules was saying to her. She tugged at her braids then Jules tugged on his own in return. They were matching. It was adorable how good he was with children. You always told him that he had a natural ability with kids and he should take advantage of it - maybe start a charity or foundation. If kids were drawn to you, it meant you had a pure heart and a golden soul, your mom once said. You didn’t doubt that about Jules. It was the truth. He was as golden as it could get. From his brown skin to his brown eyes, he was golden. From the moment you met him, he had been nothing but sunshine in your life.

As you stood to your feet for the long game ahead, the rowdiness of the crowd sent adrenaline through your body and Davi’s whistles aided the excitement growing inside you. He yelled in Portuguese which seemed to catch João’s attention. Although you were upstairs, you were still visible to the eye if you caught someone’s attention. Jules seemed to hear the whistle as well, and he grinned, waving up to the suite. The three of you waved to Jules while Davi waved to his cousin who was standing next to Jules. For once, you were excited to cheer on your best friend. This could be fun, you thought. Davi chanted along with the fans and began bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you a big fan?” He shouted over the growing noise of the stadium chants.

“I don’t know anything at all!” You admitted sheepishly in a loud voice, trying to be heard over the crowd. Davi leaned into your ear and lightly yelled, “Don’t worry doce, I’ll help you.” (Sweetie)

You couldn’t hide the goofy grin that spread across your face and you returned your eyes to the pitch to find Jules staring at you, his smile no longer there. You thought he was concentrating on the game but it didn’t seem like his expression was a reaction to what was about to unfold on the field. It felt as if it had something to do with Davi and it left you wondering about what you were told earlier.

Did he know Davi? Why did he talk about you to his teammates? Why did that woman think you were his girlfriend? But, instead of mulling over those questions you decided to enjoy the game and not let anything, not even Candace, sour the excited mood you suddenly found yourself in and began clapping along side Davi, who was chanting loudly.

“Boti, Boti, Boti! Madridista, qui no Boti, eh, eh!” (Jump! Jump! Madridista who ever doesn’t jump!)

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pedri or fermins bday posts for you every year on ig, going from young friends to lovers ❤️🩶🧎‍♀️🫶🏼🙏🏼

no replacing you — fermín lopez

genre: social media au.

warnings: none.

faceclaim: olivia rodrigo.

i’m finally back-ish! going to start all my social media au requests and post them as soon as i can. <3

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_ferminlopez ¡feliz cumpleaños a mi mejor amiga! sé que cumplir 16 años significa mucho para ti y estoy emocionado de ver cómo te trata el año. i can’t wait to celebrate with you later! ❤️

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[see translation: happy birthday to my best friend! i know turning 16 means a lot to you and i’m excited to see how the year treats you]

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yourusername aaah fermin :( thank you!!! i’m so glad we’re best friends <3. cant wait to see you tonight!!

⤷ _ferminlopez me too 😊 yourusername

2019.

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_ferminlopez lockdown is stopping us from hanging out on your birthday, so facetime will have to do 😂. happy birthday to the most amazing person i know! eres mi mejor amigo de toda la vida, te quiero incluso cuando estás llorando sin ninguna razón como ahora mismo ❤️

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[see translation: you’re my best friend for life, i love you even when you’re crying for no reason like right now ❤️]

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yourusername te quiero tanto!!!! ur the best fer, thanks for the birthday wishes <3 and for my being my best friend EVERRRRRR ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername i should’ve known you were gonna post this lol can’t help that i miss my friend :(

⤷ _ferminlopez no estés tan triste 😂 i miss you too yourusername (don’t be so sad)

2020.

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_ferminlopez happy 18th birthday to my best friend! ahora eres un adulto, pero todavía no actúas así 😂. thank you for always reminding me to have fun and not take things so seriously, you’re the best ❤️

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[see translation: you’re an adult now, but you still don’t act like it 😂.]

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yourusername i’m not acting like an adult but you’re the one who planned my birthday activities at the american girl doll store 🤔

⤷ _ferminlopez porque sabía que querías ir allí 🙂 (because i knew you wanted to go there) yourusername

2021.

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_ferminlopez it’s my favorite holiday today! happy birthday to my best friend, i’m so lucky to have you in my life. you’re my favorite person in the whole world and i don’t know what i’d do without you. cuando cuento mis bendiciones, ¡te cuento dos veces! ❤️

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[see translation: when i count my blessings, i count you twice! ❤️]

yourusername fer <3 🥺🥺🥺🥺

yourusername thank you sm for always making me feel special on my birthday. i’m so lucky to have YOU 🫵 in my life! ni siquiera tengo las palabras, solo que te quiero y realmente eres mi mejor amigo ❤️❤️❤️🥲 (i don’t even have the words, just that i love you and you’re really my best friend)

⤷ _ferminlopez siempre! ❤️ yourusername

2022.

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_ferminlopez when i first met you, i didn’t expect you to become such a big part of my life so fast. you became my best friend, partner in crime, someone that i could call at any hour of the day and you’d greet me so happily still. i shouldn’t have been as surprised as i was when i realized that i love you and have been in love with you since the moment i met you four years ago. you weren’t surprised though, siempre has sido súper inteligente 😂. your birthday is my favorite day of each year and i’ll never stop wanting to celebrate you. me alegro mucho de que existamos al mismo tiempo. ¡te amo mucho! ❤️

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[see translation: you’ve always been super intelligent / i’m so happy that we exist at the same time. i love you so much!]

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user7 omfg 🥲🥲🥲❤️

use8 IN LOVE SINCE THE MOMENT YOU MET ????? no this is insane

⤷ user3 literally four years, i can’t even breathe. i need their friends to lovers relationship in my life

pablogavi y cuándo me vas a desear feliz cumpleaños como este, tío? (and when are you gonna wish me a happy birthday like this man?)

⤷ _ferminlopez ahora que lo preguntaste, no será tan especial cuando lo haga 🤣 (now that you asked, it won’t be as special when i do it)

yourusername fermín, you always know how to make me feel so loved and special. that’s been your superpower since we first became friends and i’m so incredibly grateful to still be by your side as not only your best friend, but your girlfriend. thank you for making every birthday more special than the last. te amo tanto que duele <3333

yourusername i’m so glad to be loved by you in this lifetime and the next ❤️

⤷ _ferminlopez i wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️

2023.

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The Sweetest Taboo part 1 - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister

Summary:

The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst

Word Count: 9.7K

Note: I've been playing around with this idea for a while and I've just to decided to start posting it rather than keep re-writing it 100 times. I hope you'll like it and yes there will definitely be more than just this part (idk how many yet though).

 

You could not believe the conversation you were in the middle of right now. You innocently came to your family home, thinking it was going to be a calm family day with everyone being  present for once but here you were being forced into your little brothers’ summer plans. 

“Mum, they are old enough to go on their own, I do not need to be there,” you tried to argue with your mother in support of Jude & Jobe’s pleas to go on holiday in Los Angeles. 

“Exactly, y/n is right we can definitely go alone,” Jude added to your argument but she looked at both of you with an unyielding expression. 

“Jobe is not old enough for one,” she bluntly added. 

“Jude can look out for him,” you quickly added in to get the responsibility off your back. 

“I can’t trust Jude to do that,” she shut you down immediately, not giving it any consideration.  

“Hey!” Jude complained and you shook your head because you knew she was right and his impending rant was pointless. Nevertheless, Jude passionately defended himself and Jobe tried to support his older brother. You sighed and stayed quiet because you knew Jude could barely remember his passport, let alone be responsible for the two of them across the world. 

“I said what I said boys, either y/n goes or the two of you change your plans for something more local,” your mum, Denise, stuck by her ultimatum. You leaned your head back on the couch and shook your head. You didn’t even know your younger brothers had plans to go to LA this summer. If they had told you, you would have warned them that trying to convince your mother to let them go on that trip alone would be next to impossible. Against what would have been your advice, they sillily decided to spontaneously drop the topic during this family day.

“Okay well y/n can you come with us?” Jobe caved first and turned to you to ask. Jude looked at him sharply for caving before looking at you silently begging you to say you wouldn’t accompany them. 

“Mum, I really think they’d be okay on their own, they aren’t little anymore,” you pleaded with your mother on their behalf. You didn’t really care if they were responsible enough or not, you just didn’t want the responsibility on your shoulders. 

“My say is final on the topic,” she put her foot down, and left the room with that, leaving you three to battle about the topic. You sighed in defeat about your mother’s final word and turned your head to see Jude’s pouting face. 

“Y/n, please just come, LA would be fun,” Jobe pleaded with you, more caring about going to LA than anything else. 

“I wasn’t planning to go on holiday,” you frowned, “Besides I’m sure you boys don’t actually want me to come on your lads holiday,” you told them what you presumed was true. The three of you got along well but which boys their age would want their big sister to tag along on their holiday in the sun. 

“Y/n, please we’ve already got it planned out and you know mum is not letting us on the plane without you,” Jude turned to pleading for you to come, knowing the option of going alone was no longer on the table. He wanted a boy’s trip, but he wasn’t brave enough to contest his mother’s final word.  You looked at them with an unwilling expression and they quickly turned on the pleases and pretty pleases. In seconds, either boy was holding on to either of your hands and begging you. 

“Alright alright damn, what the heck is in LA that you want to go so desperately?” you asked them, shaking them off your hands. 

“Everyone’s going to be there, it’s the place to be,” Jude informed you to which you rolled your eyes. Everyone’s going to be there probably meant instagram baddies galore but you weren’t going to scar your brain with questions of clarification. 

“Alright fine, just once I can have my space and you two don’t stress me out with reckless behaviour,” you gave them the conditions of your agreement. 

“We’ll be good, promise,” Jobe answered and you actually believed him, Jude on the other hand was not as quick to respond. 

“Jude,” you gave him a stern look, expecting agreement to your terms from him. 

“Yeah yeah, promise,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact with you. You rolled your eyes and got off the couch. 

“If your mother blames me for your drama, I will turn on you,” you warned them. 

“She’s our mother y/n,” Jude countered. 

“Not when she’s looking for someone’s ass to beat, it won’t be me,” you shot back at him to which he stayed quiet. You could see the trouble brewing behind his eyes so you had to make it known between the three of you that no funny business would be tolerated. You didn’t plan to spend summer holidays with your little brothers and you definitely were not going to spend it getting an ear full from your mum about not monitoring them and keeping them out of trouble. They’d have to play their part if they wanted you to cooperate. The boys and you made a deal that they’d be on good behaviour and in turn you promised to stay out of their hair and let them have their holiday fun. 

Time flew and suddenly the day of the trip was tomorrow and although you cleared your schedule to attend, got waxed, did your hair, nails and lashes for the trip you weren’t really in the holiday mood. 

“How is a free holiday to Los Angeles a bad thing?” your friend Halle told you after you grumbled to her about having to go on this trip while packing your suitcase in your room. 

“Because it’s not a holiday, I’m essentially a chaperone,” you complained to her and zipped your suitcase, setting it aside for the night. 

“You could just ignore them and do your own thing,” Halle suggested. 

“Mum would murder me if something happened to her angel boys, I can’t just ignore them,” you reminded Halle. You didn’t plan to rule with an iron fist but you knew your mum would be asking for updates and if any scandal broke she’d asked you. You couldn’t exactly ignore them. 

“True but they are grown now, you can still have fun,” she encouraged you. 

“Fun in a house full of my little brother’s friends?”  You scowled at the reality of the circumstance. 

“When you say it that way…it sounds awful,” Halle conceded. 

“Exactly,” you agreed. 

“At least the shopping would be good, and the weather nice,” she tried to save the reality of the circumstance. You sighed and nodded. 

“Yeah I guess, maybe I can go shopping at least,” you shrugged trying to see the bright side and took a seat on your bed next to Halle. She started to pull up things to do in the area you’d be in and eagerly showed you to brighten your outlook. You still weren’t 100% gungho but it was sounding slightly more exciting with Halle’s recommendations and ideas. 

The trip across to Los Angeles was long and stressful because you were in charge of all the passports, paperwork and making sure you three were in the right place on time. You really had to speak to your mother about babying these boys because it seemed whenever they had her or you around they were suddenly incompetent. By the time you arrived at the lush rental home all you wanted to do was sleep. You picked one of the nicest bedrooms - it wasn’t easy to get it but you argued with your brothers that they had to give you that room as your consolation for having to come on this trip. 

You didn’t bother to unpack, you just took a shower after the longest travel day of your life and hoped right into bed. When you finally woke up, you woke up to a noisy house. You groaned as you threw the sheets off your body and rolled your eyes at the ruckus your brothers were making. You stepped out of your bedroom, on route to tell them to quiet down but the presence of more boys than just your brothers stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes widened at the sight of your brother accompanied by a few other guys. You spun on your heels immediately and retreated to your room, hoping none of them noticed you in your less than appropriate sleepwear. You totally forget more of them would be arriving today. You retreated to your little haven and pushed in your headphones to ignore them the best you could. 

After a few hours, and trying to keep yourself busy in your room by unpacking your things and speaking to your mother about the journey, you’d had enough of solitude. You wanted to go out to the pool now that the sun wasn’t as hot. You threw on your swimsuit and a top and made your way out of your room, to the backyard. On your way there you didn’t see anyone and you started to wonder if they went out without telling you. When you got to the pool you still didn’t see or hear anyone which grew your concern. You sent Jude a text asking where he was and he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes at that and decided to call him. 

“Hey, you alright?” Jude answered the phone to your call. 

“Are you alright? Where are you?” you immediately asked, part accusatory, part concerned. 

“The lads and I just went out to get some food, want anything?” Jude asked you, making you shake your head. 

“Jude, you should have told me you two were leaving the house,” you chastised him. 

“Sorry…it’s just a quick trip,” he tried to defend himself. 

“Next time at least text me you’re leaving,” you lightly scolded him, you didn’t want to be controlling but you’d been looking out for them their whole lives - that instinct surely wasn’t going to stop in a foreign country. 

“Yeah of course, sorry, want food?” he asked again, hoping to make you truly forgive with a food offering. 

“Yeah sure thanks,” you told him, accepting his bride. 

“Cool, we’ll be back soon,” he promised before your brief call ended. You sighed to yourself and shook your head. This was going to be a long trip dealing with your little brothers wanting to live their lads' holiday dreams. You weren’t against them living their life, in fact, you were definitely less strict than your mother but you still had their best interest at heart and that meant protecting them from the foolish actions that go hand in hand with a typical lads holiday. 

“Who was that?” Trent asked Jude when he came off the phone. 

“My sister,” Jude answered, shoving his phone into his pocket. Trent’s eyes lit up at the mention of you but he quickly tried to hide it. 

“Oh? She called to check in?” Trent asked, presuming you were calling from England. 

“Yeah, she’s back at the villa and we left without telling her so she was wondering where we are,” Jude responded, not thinking anything of the questioning but Trent’s heart dropped at the mention of you being in LA presently. 

“She’s here!?” he immediately asked without forethought. Jude looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, finding the tone of the outburst odd. 

“Yeah…she is,” Jude answered, trying to read Trent’s mixed expression. 

“Oh…oh…umm, cool,” Trent tried to play off his shock and focused his attention on the menu ahead that they had already ordered from. Jude looked at him confused but shook his head and let it go. He definitely noticed Trent get flustered but he didn’t want to question why. Another lad stepped into their pairing and changed the topic, for which Trent was grateful for because he was already struggling to hide his shock at the news you were here. 

Trent had only officially met you once. It was at the world cup after a game when Jude introduced him to your parents and you. It was nothing special, all you’d done was smile at him, complimented his talent and given him a friendly hug as he was leaving but he was mesmerised. He went back to the camp that night and spent hours looking through your socials and finding out anything he could about you. Of course he wanted to message you, he wanted to talk to you but you were Jude’s sister - he knew that was dangerous territory so instead he kept his crush to himself. He had not seen you since but with the news you were here with Jude and Jobe - staying in the same house that he’d be staying in - Trent knew it was inevitable he’d see you, and the knowledge of that was making him rethink everything from his outfit choices to if his new braided hairstyle actually looked good or not. 

You got off the phone with Jude and decided to take the quiet of the empty home to your advantage and laid out and soak in the tolerable late afternoon LA sun. Enough time had passed with you out in the warm sun that you started to feel sleepy on the pool lounger. 

“We’re back!” Jude all by shouted, obliterating the sun as he stood over you. You jolted up from the light nap you dozed off to in the previous blissful silence. 

“Shit,” you cursed after being jolted awake, “Where have you been?” you asked him, sitting up in the chair. 

“I told you, we went for food,” Jude looked at you oddly and gestured the food as proof to you. 

“Oh, right,” you nodded, trying to regain full consciousness, “thanks,” you said while standing up from the chair and adjusting the bikini bottom on your hip. 

“I don’t want to be a nag but you’ve got to tell me if you’re leaving the house,” you gently scolded Jude who nodded in acceptance and agreement. Jude asked you if you wanted to eat with them but you looked across to the group of boys and decided not to. 

“I’ll go inside,” you told him, wanting to get out of their hair. You took the food from Jude and said a quick hello to the boys on your way in. Most said hello back, all except the liverpool lad Trent, he seemed slow to respond, only watching you rather than speaking. You didn’t think anything of it, you were only trying to be polite before your escape into the house.

You sat in the living room, watching some netflix on the tv while eating in your own personal bubble. When you were done, you got up to put your stuff in the kitchen but when you got there Trent was also walking into the space. 

“Hey,” you casually said to him, walking past him to the sink. 

“Hey,” he hesitantly responded. You put your plate in the sink and opened the fridge for some water as Trent quietly moved to the sink beside you. You closed the fridge and was met with his side profile as he started to wash his dish and yours. Your eyes flickered over his new look, the cleanly braided cornrows, the freshly tanned skin against a crisp white tank top exposing his toned arms that led to his hands kindly washing your dishes for you. He looked different from the first time you met him, honestly - he looked better. 

“Thanks,” you said to him, leaning your shoulder on the fridge door rather than walking away. 

“Hmm?” he glanced at you confused, his glance was more than fleeting because he quickly averted his eyes back to his task. 

“For washing the dishes, I hate doing that,” you told him, trying to be lighthearted because he seemed rather tense. 

“Oh yeah, no problem,” he quietly replied, keeping his eyes in the sink. You narrowed your eyes a bit at how shy he seemed because whenever Jude talked about him he sounded like he was cheeky and competitive.  

“Well thanks,” you said again, leaning off the fridge, “I like the hair by the way,” you told him, touching his shoulder as you passed behind him to walk away. 

You didn’t look back, you went back to the living room to return to your netflix show but Trent’s head whipped around when you touched him to watch you leave. His eyes glued to your ass, still only clad in your bikini, but his brain could barely form a thought as the chills ran up his spine from your brief touch and overt compliment on his appearance. He snapped back into himself and hyper focused on scrubbing the dishes in front of him while taking deep breaths to calm down. 

When he returned to the boys outside, he was quieter than before because he was stuck in his head replaying his interaction with you over and over. 

“You alright bro?” Jobe asked him,noticing Trent’s silence as the boys carried on chatting. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Trent quickly replied and shook the thought of you out of his head for the moment. He needed to get a grip on his crush if he was going to survive this trip. He didn’t want Jude and Jobe to notice the heart eyes that came over him whenever he saw you. It was embarrassing enough to interact with you, he wouldn’t be able to deal with your brothers knowing. 

The following morning you woke up late and found the house pretty quiet. However, you quickly learnt that was because the noise transferred to outside the house. Loud rap music assaulted your ears as you made it to the kitchen. The outdoor speakers rang over that side of the house as the bright morning sun shone in. You rubbed your eyes as you walked over to the source of the music to find out why there was a need to be shaking the villa with the sounds of Gunna at this time of day. The answer to that question was your brothers and Trent were exercising by the pool. You were planning to complain but you got distracted by the view. The view being Trent shirtless and sweaty doing lunges as the sunlight reflected off the pool and onto his brown skin. Your conscious brain shut off for a minute as your previously undiscovered attraction to him took over. You noticed the day before that he looked good, better than you remembered but to you that was just an objective appreciation. You didn’t actually feel anything but right now, you’d be lying if you didn’t feel something, particularly something lewd as you watched the muscles flex in his bare back. 

“Morning, y/n,” Jude smiled and came over to you. He slug his sweaty arm over your body, pulling you to his equally sweaty body. 

“Ew!” you complained and shoved him off. Your complaint was met by his chuckle but he willingly let go of you. 

“Wanna join?” Jude asked and you promptly refused. 

“No, I just came to see what all the noise was about,” you folded your arms and glanced over to Trent who was now bringing a bottle of water to his plump lips. 

“You alright?” you turned to Jude, asking him an unneeded question simply to tear your eyes off his friend. 

“Yeah yeah,” Jude enthusiastically answered, not seeming to have noticed your lustful glance across the yard. 

“Okay well, I’ll be inside, have fun,” you said and escaped the backyard and retreated to your room. 

When you got back to your room you went straight for the shower to get ready for the day and to wash away the thoughts you had about Trent earlier. You thought you could wash them away but you couldn’t. When you were done, you laid on your bed, still in your towel, contemplating life i.e contemplating if Trent was always that hot. You took to the internet to find out, quickly finding him on instagram through your brother's page and looking through all of his recent photos. To your surprise, he, in fact, was pretty hot all this time. 

“Huh,” you said to yourself and put down the phone to stare at the ceiling, “You can’t go there though y/n,” you told yourself. Your brother’s friend? No way. Sure, Trent was older than them and he was very attractive but he was still your little brothers’ friend. That would be too weird. You quickly shut down your budding crush and cleared Trent’s page from your instagram search history. You put the attraction down to you just being bored on this trip and left it alone. There are plenty of fish in the sea, you don’t need to stress yourself over affection for this particular fish. 

You decided to really remove yourself from temptation you had to physically remove yourself from the house. You spent the day going shopping and exploring the city on your own. The boys said they would be going on some hike and then just hanging out for most of the day. You didn’t ask the details of what hanging out meant, you just told them to be safe and went about your way. When you got home you pretended like you didn’t see the addition of women to their hang out and went to your room. 

You updated Halle with a haul of all you bought and watched a movie on your laptop to pass the time. As night fell Jude came knocking on your day. He didn’t wait for you to answer, he came waltzing in after a short knock. 

“Hey,” he said, dropping down on your bed. 

“Hey,” you said, laying at the head of the bed on your laptop. 

“So…you doing anything tonight?” he asked you in a tone that you knew meant he had a hidden agenda. 

“No,” you told him and looked at him with a questioning eye.

“Do you…want to come to the club?” he asked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Do you mean you want to go to the club and want me to be cool with it?” you clarified what his true intentions were. 

“Pretty much,” he confessed, “Everyone’s going it’s going to be really good,” he tried to sell his dream. 

“You two can go, I’ll stay home,” you put him out of his misery before he started to beg. 

“Yeah? Great - I mean if you want to come that’d be cool,” he cheerily said, getting off the bed. 

“I don’t need to come to the club with my kid brothers, I’m good,” you told him, turning your attention back to your laptop. 

“We’re not kids and you act like such a granny,” he poked your side. 

“I don’t! I just don’t need to witness my brothers trying to pull all night,” you told him. He looked embarrassed at you reading the situation at first but shook off the shame quickly. 

“You say it like we can’t pull,” he folded his arms, feeling offended now rather than embarrassed. 

“I mean…can you?” you teased and his face fell. He picked up a pillow at your foot and threw it at you in retaliation. “Hey!” you shrieked when the soft pillow hit you. 

“You’re so rude,” he scoffed, and scowled as you laughed. 

“Just honest,” you winked and he rolled his eyes. “Have fun though, just don’t get into trouble and don’t drink too much,” you gently warned him. He nodded at your instructions, taking them on in earnest. 

“Okay, we’ll let you know when we’re leaving,” Jude replied on his way out the door. You nodded and returned to your movie. 

A couple hours later while the boys got ready, you went out of the kitchen to make a snack. While out there, Trent came into the kitchen dressed for the night. He noticed you from behind first but he was too nervous to say anything. You closed the fridge door, turning around with a cube of chocolate in your hand and smiled when you saw him. 

“Hey,” you said to Trent who was standing on the other side of the island. 

“Hey,” he smiled at you and your heart skipped a little beat but you tried to hide your widening smile by taking a bite of the chocolate in your hand. 

“I take it you’re also going to the club tonight?” you asked him, leaning on your elbows on the island. Trent’s eyes instinctively fluttered down to your now obvious cleavage but he averted them just as quickly back to your face. 

“Yeah, it was Jude’s idea,” Trent replied, hoping his voice sounded steady. You nodded at that and stood up straight, walking around the kitchen island to his side. 

“Sounds like him,” you shrug as you walk to stand in front of him. “You look nice,” you told him, obviously looking over his outfit. Trent’s face lit up at that and he couldn’t hide the smile. 

“Thanks…are you coming out tonight?” he asked you, hoping you were. 

“No, I wouldn’t want to intrude on you boys' fun,” you told him, sinking your stance into your hip and crossing one leg in front of the other. Your slight movement causes Trent’s eyes to drift over you. 

“Oh, well that’s a shame,” he told you, scratching at the side of his face to distract himself from the thoughts of how good you looked despite being casually dressed. You nodded and stood there for a moment, trying to read him but you quickly gave up, reminding yourself you were not planning to get involved with your brother’s friends. 

“Hope you have fun,” you told him, patting his shoulder before walking away. Trent once more couldn’t help but watch as you walked away. He softly groaned to himself when you were out of earshot for how awkward he felt he was in your interaction. He was kicking himself for still not finding a way to talk to you without his heart beating out of his chest and sounding like he’d never spoken to a woman before. He wished he could just make a move and ask you for your number but he was always too nervous. He couldn’t gauge how you felt and he didn’t want to overstep with one of his best mate’s sister.  He sighed and went over to the fridge for water, bottling that interaction inside and heading back to his friend’s room to  join their conversation about which girls they heard were going to be out tonight. Trent could care less about who was going to be there. The girl he wanted was right in this house - he just didn’t know how to get her. 

Jude and Jobe came to your room to say goodbye before leaving and you gave them a quick lecture about not mixing their liquor, staying hydrated and using condoms before they left. Of course, they cringed through the entire speech but you were the adult on this trip. You had to make sure they stayed out of trouble. They went on their way and you enjoyed the house to yourself before drifting off to sleep. 

Later that night - well more so in the early morning, you were deep into dreamland, so deep it took you a while to notice knocking on your door. When you did wake up and realised the gentle knocks were real and not in your dream you groaned and dragged yourself off your bed and swung open the door. 

“Yes?” you answered, grumpily before taking in who was on the other side. On the other side stood Trent. “Trent, what are you doing here?” you asked him, folding your arms over your chest. In folding them you realised you were only in a thin camisole to brave the LA heat. 

“Uh…sorry, but Jude is really sick and we don’t know what to do and Jobe said I should come get you,” Trent blurted out. You sighed and shook your head. 

“Yeah okay, I’m coming,” you told him before closing the door and retreating into your room to put on some pants and a bra. When you reopened the door Trent was still awkwardly standing on the other side. You shook your head and wrote off the strange behaviour to him likely being drunk, presumably how your little brother also was. 

“What happened?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips as you walked into the living room where Jude was laid on the floor in foetal position, Jobe was crouched down next to him patting his back and the other boys were either pacing around, crashed on the couch or talking excessively loud. Jobe looked up at you apologetically upon the announcement of your presence before beginning to confess. 

“He may have had one shot too many,” Jobe sheepishly confessed. You looked over your brothers on the floor and sighed. 

“I told you not to overdo it,” you said to them and knelt down beside Jude, placing your hand on his head. 

“Sorry,” Jobe quietly apologised. 

“Jude, how do you feel?” you asked him quietly. You were upset, but this wasn’t the time to argue with him. 

“Like I’m dying,” Jude moaned in a raspy tone. You sighed and got off from the ground and went to the kitchen. You got a bottle of gatorade from the fridge and went back to your very smashed little brother. You sat with him and made him sit up to slowly sip the drink so he could hydrate his clearly weak body. You rubbed his back and slowly he came to but only enough to rest his head on your shoulder as you soothed him. 

“Please don’t tell mum about this,” Jude muttered to you as he drifted in and out of sleep. 

“I won’t, but you need to be more responsible,” you lightly scolded him. 

“Jobe, come help me get him up,” you instructed the youngest of your trio. 

“I’ll help too,” Trent quickly offered and took over from where you were going to help Jobe lift up Jude. You let him do it and the two of them took Jude to his room with you following behind. Once they got Jude into the bed, you led the two of them out of the room. 

“Why did you let him do that?” you sharply questioned the two of them once Jude’s door was closed. 

“It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know what he was doing,” Jobe quickly tried to shove off the blame. 

“What do you mean you didn’t know? Where were you?” you questioned Jobe. Jobe averted his eyes at that question, looking at the floor rather than explaining himself. 

“Jude was with me,” Trent offered up his confession. You turned a razor sharp glare his way with that confession. 

“You? You let him get like this?” you sneered, stepping closer to Trent. 

“Well I wouldn’t say let,” Trent cowared and looked away from you. 

“So what did you do? You said you were with him,” you continued on your interrogation. 

“I was but…I didn’t think anything of it at the time,” Trent sheepishly confessed. You rolled your eyes at that. 

“Idiots,” you scoffed and turned to walk away, “I should not have come on this stupid trip,” you grumbled to yourself on your way back to your room. You could only pray that the state of Jude right now would remain a secret between the people currently in this house and there wasn’t video of him behaving like god knows what in the club. If something like that were to happen you wouldn’t be able to rest knowing you let him go with only the supervision of his equally unhinged friends. 

You grumbled to yourself in your bed, unable to fall back into the deep sleep you were previously in after being awoken earlier. Your wakefulness was interrupted by another knock on the door. You shouted for the person to come in, presuming it was probably Jobe but instead it was Trent shyly stepping into your room. 

“Is something wrong with the boys?” you asked, sitting up in bed, presuming he was back to get your help. 

“No, no..I umm…I just wanted to apologise,” he shyly explained, tugging on his fingers with his opposite hand. You looked at him and swung your legs over the edge of the bed to face him. “I’m really sorry,” he reverently apologised. “Oh..okay,” you told him, surprised by his apology. He stood against your now closed door, looking around at everything but you. “So how come you aren’t smashed too?” you asked him after a prolonged silence between you too. 

“I wasn’t really in the mood,” he shrugged and finally turned his gaze to you. 

“So you let my little brother do your shots instead?” you asked him, part joking part accusing. 

“It wasn’t like that,” he tried to make it less damaging, “I mean…I guess he did drink the ones I didn’t,” Trent decided to confess as he remembered how the night went. 

You sighed, shaking your head and got off the bed. You moved toward him and stood in front of him with your arms crossed. “I’m sorry,” he apologised again, seeing your unimpressed expression. 

“Thanks…but next time, I’d appreciate it if he could make it back home on his own two feet,” you told him, turning and walking away toward your bed. Trent watched as you walked away, remaining stuck where he was by the time you got back into bed. 

“Are you planning to stay in my room all night or?” you teased him given his lack of motion to leave. 

“Oh, no I - sorry, I’ll umm…see you tomorrow,” he stuttered over while opening the door. You smiled and waved goodbye at him, chuckling to yourself when he left. Overall, you were pissed about what happened and you should have been upset with Trent for being part instigator in the problem but something about the way he sheepishly apologised and the way he got easily flustered made you forgive him. 

The following morning, you woke up before the house, likely because the boys were heavily hungover. You took to the pool in the quiet time with the intention of a morning swim. You reached the pool deck under the warm morning sun and stretched a bit before dipping into the pool and acclimatising to the temperature. After some time wadding, you started swimming slow laps up and down the pool. It was peaceful to feel the lap of water against your skin with only the sound of the water against your ears as you swam. 

Trent woke up earliest because he didn’t drink the night before. Despite the fatigue, he couldn’t stay asleep any longer so he got out of bed and went to get something to eat. He expected everyone to still be sleeping but as he stepped into the kitchen he could hear movement in the pool outside so he followed the sound. When he got there he saw your figure swimming under the clear blue water, fluidly gliding across the water like a mermaid. He was trapped in your silent siren call, unable to stop watching you.

You reached the end of the pool and poked your head through the surface of the water, rubbing the water out of your eyes before lifting yourself out of the pool and sitting on the edge. You pulled the hair tie out of your bun and flipped your hair over your shoulder to wring out the water and you noticed Trent stood to the slide of the pool. 

“Oh hi,” you greeted him and proceeded to wring the water out of your wet hair. 

“Uh, hi - sorry to interrupt I was just-,” he started to explain but you stopped him. 

“It’s fine,” you told him, getting up to stand on your feet and walk over to him, “I’m sorry for being a bit of a bitch last night,” you apologised to him as you stood in front of him. 

“You weren’t,” Trent quickly replied. You could have beat him with a stick last night and he would have said the same thing. You couldn’t do wrong in his eyes. You looked over his face, studying his cautious demeanour before shrugging his response off. 

“Do you want breakfast?” you asked him, “I was going to make some pancakes,” you explained further and pointed over shoulder to the house. 

“Uh, yeah yeah sure,” he agreed to which you nodded and grabbed your towel. You quickly patted your skin dry and shoved your thin top over your bikini top but didn’t bother with the shorts that would inevitably get wet from your bikini bottom and made your way into the house. Trent followed behind you, always waiting for you to make the first step before following. 

He stood awkwardly at the end of the kitchen island, watching you step to the fridge and start to take out ingredients, unsure what to do. 

“How do you like ‘em?” you asked him, turning to face him. You caught him off guard because his brain was busy trying to think straight. When you turned to him, his eyes landed on the bright pink print of your bikini under your wet thin white top and more obviously, the print of your nipples pressed against the wet top. In my mouth is what his subconscious answer to your question was but he pulled himself together to give an actual answer before the lewd truth came out. 

“Anyway you want to make it is fine,” he answered, “Do you need help?” he asked, finally finding words and offering his assistance despite only being able to cook one thing. 

“Chocolate chip it is then and no I’m fine thanks,” you told him and proceeded to start working on the pancakes. Trent took a seat at the island in silence and tried to shake the horny thoughts from his head. One minute he was nervous, next he was horny, next he was nervous again. All you were doing was making pancakes but he felt like he was trying to navigate a labyrinth in his mind. He watched you for a while in silence, watching you pour flour and crack eggs all with a graceful ease before he finally found a question to ask. 

“So…what do you do?” Trent asked you as you mixed the batter, “For work I mean,” he added when you looked up at him. He knew the answer already, he had covertly asked Jude questions about you over the months since he’d met you but he didn’t want to make that known to you. You smiled a bit of his interest in the topic before explaining to him what it was you did. You were very passionate about your work and you enjoyed talking about it. He listened intentionally and he asked questions in between, making you feel heard. The conversation between the two of you flowed more than you expected it to and you felt increasingly comfortable with him. 

You didn’t really expect to have any connection with him but you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy the breakfast conversation. Often you found men a bit annoyed when you spoke on your career as they began to feel out done but Trent seemed genuinely interested and actually impressed. It was rare and you liked the feeling. Trent also started to feel more confident speaking to you as you brightly replied to his questions and asked him things in return. Finally, he didn’t feel like a fumbling mess around you. 

“That looks perfect,” Trent commented when you flipped the pancake on to the plate. 

“Thanks,” you beamed with pride because you agreed, “I’m pretty good at this,” you winked at him and made his heart skip a beat. You didn’t notice and you turned your attention back to the pan, pouring a new round of batter in. He, however, felt every nerve in his body stand on edge when you looked at him with that sweet playful smile. When you were done cooking you put a couple pancakes on plates for you and Trent and sat with him at the kitchen island. 

“This is really good,” Trent praised you after taking a bite. You looked at him with a smile on your face at the compliment. It was just pancakes but he made it sound like you were a gourmet chef with his tone. At first you thought he was just being polite but it was becoming increasingly obvious he wanted to compliment you. You noticed his intention but regardless - you loved it. 

“Thanks,” you looked at him, “you got some syrup on your lip though,” you reached out and wiped it off for him. He visibly became flustered at your covert flirtatious move which confirmed your thought that he was probably interested in you. He looked at you with big doe eyes as you pulled your hand from his face too stunned to speak. You were about to turn up the flirt back, to test the waters on your assumption but you heard footsteps coming your way. 

“Morning,” Jude groggily greeted the two of you as he walked into the kitchen. He came over to you and threw both arms around you from behind in a tight apologetic hug. “Before you say anything, I’m sorry, I was wrong and I won’t do it again,” he immediately apologised for being pissed drunk before you could say anything. You sighed at his apology and accepted it. Trent sat there, silent and stiff, hoping Jude wouldn’t think anything of him there with you. 

“It’s okay, I made breakfast,” you told him and he thanked you, “you should eat,” you added as he let you out of his grip. He dapped up Trent, not questioning why the two of you were alone and went straight for the food. He was still a little groggy so he quietly took his plate and sat next to you. 

“Went for a swim?” Jude asked you after a few bites of his breakfast  and you nodded. 

“Yeah, I woke up early so I went for a swim and then I made breakfast with Trent,” you explained the start of your day to Jude causally. You were casual but Trent almost choked on his juice at your comment. 

“With Trent?” Jude asked, focusing on exactly what Trent didn’t want him to focus on now that he was more alert. 

“Well I cooked, but yeah he kept me company,” you continued to speak, turning your attention to your phone while Trent held his breath. Jude’s eyebrows snitched at that comment and he leaned forward to look across at Trent. 

“Keeping her company huh?” Jude asked Trent with an accusatory tone.  

“Just happened to be up early,” Trent tried to cover himself. Jude hummed in disapproval and leaned back in his seat and ate his pancakes. Trent didn’t ask you a single question once Jude sat down with you two. You found it a bit odd that he wasn’t even getting involved when you and Jude spoke but you figured he must have just not wanted to interrupt. 

Eventually you got up, leaving the boys to clean up and went to get ready for the day. The second you bent the corner and left the area Jude snapped his head across to Trent who was getting out of his seat. 

“My sister bro?” Jude accused him, making Trent stop in his tracks. 

“I was just up early,” Trent shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation. 

“So you decided to have a breakfast date with my sister?” Jude further accused him. 

“It wasn’t a date, she was making breakfast and I happened to be here,” Trent continued on the defence, “It’s nothing,” Trent slapped Jude’s shoulder in false reassurance. It definitely was not nothing. Trent was deeply infatuated with you and he definitely took his opportunity to spend time with you but he wasn’t going to admit that to Jude. He was fairly certain Jude would run back to you and tell and Trent was not prepared for you to know of his interest just yet. He’s only just started to get more comfortable talking to you. He didn’t want to muck it up before it even got anywhere. 

“Alright, if you say so,” Jude believed him for now. 

You took the rest of the day slow until it was time to get ready for a fancy dinner all of you were going to. Jude asked you to come and at first you were thinking to just stay home and order in but the place sounded nice and you had a cute dress you’d just bought you wanted to wear so you agreed. Once you were done with your hair, makeup and put your heels on, you looked over at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the extremely low back dress hit just right above your ass to accentuate it whilst still looking chic and smiled. 

“Damn, I look good,” you said to yourself before taking a photo to send to your friends. Your little photoshoot was interrupted by a short knock and the intrusion of your littlest brother into the room. 

“Y/n, are you ready?” Jobe asked you, walking into the room. 

“Yeah,” you told him, turning to him and collecting your purse on the way toward him at the door. 

“You look really nice,” Jobe complimented you sweetly. 

“Thanks, you as well,” you told him and reached up to flatten the collar on his shirt a bit. “I can’t believe you’re so tall even when I’m in heels,” you complained about how much he’d grown. He just shrugged and thanked you for fixing his shirt. 

When the two of you got to the living room everyone was there ready and waiting. 

“Sorry to be late,” you apologised but Jude reassured you the car hadn’t reached yet. Several of the boys either told you you looked nice or chimed in that they weren’t waiting long but Trent was stuck speechless. He had the wind knocked out of him when you walked into view and he hadn’t caught himself yet. He could hear his heartbeat quicken and he had to tug the collar of his shirt off his neck as heat blazed over his skin. You looked unreal - ethereal as you seemed to glide across the room. You seemingly moved in slow motion as he watched you talk to others casually, smile and giggle with them. He always thought you were beautiful but right now, he was floored. 

When the car came he was slow to react, having been dazed since you came into view. However, when he found himself just behind you in stride, he jogged ahead to hold the door open for you and offered his hand in assistance for you to get into the car. 

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, taking his hand to step up and into the car. He beamed at the touch and followed you into the car and bravely sat next to you. You didn’t really notice because you were also sat next to Jobe who was telling you all about his day but Trent happily sat next to you - hoping at some point you’d turn your attention to him. Jobe turned his attention away from you to answer a message on his phone and Trent jumped at his chance. 

“You look really beautiful,” he bravely said to you, hoping low enough only you would hear. You turned to him at the compliment and smiled. 

“Thank you,” you glanced your eyes over him. 

“I really like your dress,” he continued to shower you with compliments. 

“Thanks - you look nice as well, I like this colour on you,” you politely returned the compliment. You felt like you needed to say something but you were truthful in what you said. He did look nice - any time you’d seen him before he was dressed rather casually, so this was different and you had to admit, he cleaned up well. He smiled at that, showing a dimple in his cheek that automatically made you smile in return.  

“I never noticed before you have dimples,” you commented, your tone unconsciously  becoming more flirtatious by the second. You couldn’t help it, between how handsome he looked and the increasingly obvious feeling that he liked you - you couldn’t help but flirt back. Your words made Jobe look over at you two but you ignored the eyes boring into the back of your head. He noticed how Trent was looking at you and the way you leaned into Trent and he wasn’t pleased. 

“Y/n?” Jobe called your name and grasped your attention. He didn’t have much to say but he made up something on the spot to peel your attention away from Trent. He didn’t know what Trent was playing at but he didn’t like the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes and he didn’t like the way you giggled in response so he had to intervene. 

You could tell Jobe was reaching for a topic to discuss but he was your baby brother, so despite knowing he was obviously trying to cockblock you - you had to entertain it. Jobe occupied your time for the remainder of the car ride and Trent only got your attention again when you were getting out of the vehicle and he offered his hand. It didn’t miss you the way your hand was dwarfed by his in that quick moment but you tried to just as quickly not think about it. 

When you got to the table, Trent quickly came from behind you and pulled out your chair, for which you graciously thanked him and took your seat. He took a seat next to you and silently you were happy about that.You looked up to find Jude and Jobe equally distracted with some joke being told by their friend. It gave you the breather to talk to him. 

“This is a nice restaurant,” you commented to gain his attention. 

“Yes it is, do you like this sort of food?” he asked you, picking up the menu. 

“Umm…not sure, I’m not really a foodie,” you shrugged and he looked at you with stitched eyebrows. 

“Okay well what do you like? Maybe I can help you pick,” he suggested and put the menu between the two of you. You briefly told him the basic foods you usually liked but he didn’t say anything in judgement in return. He only nodded and focused on the menu. You smiled at him as he put his finger to the paper and started reading it out, adding whether that sounded like something good or not. You hardly heard a word because you were busy looking at him and his strong jaw line. The sharp handsome nature of his profile was a contrast to his gentle attitude toward you.  “This one sounds good,” he said and you switched your attention to what he was pointing to. 

“Yeah well if you think so,” you said, having glanced over it. 

“I think you’d like it,” He said with assurance that made you feel confident with his suggestion. “I’ll get this so if you don’t like yours you can try mine,” he added which made you giggle. 

“I thought you said I’d like the one you picked?” you teased. 

“Yeah you will but in case you don’t,” he said, starting to become more conscious of not wanting to disappoint you, “You will but…I wouldn’t want you to be unhappy,” he added with noticeably more reservation. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll like it,” you said, resting a reassuring hand on his thigh. 

When the food came, you were genuinely impressed about how well Trent had read you whilst barely knowing you. You’d been on dates before where men tried to pick for you but they always just picked the most expensive thing on the menu trying to impress and you often hated it. It was obvious he was intentionally listening to your likes while still giving you the chance to explore new things. A simple rarity that was very attractive. 

“Do you like it?” he asked you midway through. 

“Yes, a lot actually,” you smiled at him, “I’m quite happy,” you subtly winked at him - assuring him you were pleased. He once again got visibly flustered and it only flued your interest and your ego. There was just something about a man that wanted you that made you want him. Sure, Trent was cute and you’d never heard Jude say a bad thing about him but he also gave you the feeling of being wanted and you had to admit you liked it. 

After dinner the boys wanted to take photos at the scenic restaurant so that quickly turned into an entire photo shoot especially with your diva brother Jude who loved a photo. 

“Y/n come here we got to take one for mum,” Jude waved you over whilst standing next to Jobe. You shook your head but went over there and took a few photos with your brothers. Shortly after, the restaurant staff offered to take a photo of the entire group. Whilst the boys shuffled you slipped from between your brothers to stand next to Trent in the photo. He looked you over as you stood next to him, a bit surprised to see you there but you simply and confidently slipped next to him, standing close enough for your hip to touch his. He hesitantly put his hand on your exposed lower back for the photo and you smiled at the touch of his warm hand on your skin. Just before the waiter took the photo you had a wine driven idea and bravely but discreetly reached behind you, grabbing Trents hand and lowering it to your ass. His eyes widened at your action but he didn’t move his hand - mostly because he was too shocked. He looked at you but you were posing for the photo like nothing happened. He gulped and looked back at the camera lens - hoping he didn’t look as stunned as he felt. When the waiter stopped capturing the photos you stepped away like nothing, going toward your brothers joining in conversation with them. Trent watched you, stuck in his spot, feeling the heat across his body once more and sighed heavily - trying desperately to get a grip. 

When you got back to the villa you quickly said good night to everyone and retreated to your room. You were feeling the alcohol course through your veins and you’d already made one inappropriate move too many on the cute scouser so you decided the safest thing would be to lock yourself away. You already told yourself it wouldn’t be wise to get involved with your brother’s friend so you needed to reel the lust in. You tried to reason with yourself that it wasn’t worth it - sure Trent was cute, he was sweet and his hands were big and his dick was probably big too but you needed to reel it in. Your head was already getting far too inappropriate far too quickly. 

When you’d finally gotten into bed, a loud knock on your door forced your eyes back open. The culprit whom you identified by the distinctive second knock, swung the door open and charged into your room. 

“Jobe, what is it?” you sleepily asked him. 

“Are you awake?” he asked, feeling slightly bad to have barged into your dark room, but still wanting to complete his mission to have a word with you. 

“Yes, come, what is it?” you asked him, patting the side of your bed for him to sit. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, putting on a bent leg up and turning his body to face your lying body. 

“I’ll just get to the point - I think Trent likes you,” he dropped his thoughts like a stone in water. Your breath hitched in your throat at his statement and you had to swallow before speaking again. 

“What makes you think that?” you asked innocently. 

“He was flirting with you, I saw him looking at you like he likes you and trying to talk to you,” Jobe revealed his analysis. 

“Oh,” was all you could come up with. Jobe wasn’t the only one to notice, you’d already figured Trent liked you but you didn’t want to confirm Jobe’s observation. 

“I don’t like it,” Jobe added, making you know how you had to approach this. You couldn’t tell Jobe you were okay with Trent’s advances - or worse that you’d made a few less than innocent moves yourself. 

“Don’t worry about it Jobe, I’m sure it’s nothing - he was just being nice,” you tried to reassure him. Jobe narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced Trent was just being nice. “I thought you liked Trent,” you mentioned, hoping to subtly flesh out why Jobe was so bothered. 

“I do - as a friend, that doesn't mean I want him with my big sister,” Jobe quickly explained, “That’s gross and weird,” he added. You hummed at his displeasure, unsure what to say. “Yeah, so make him unlike you and everything will be good,” Jobe continued, making you laugh. 

“Make him unlike me? How will I do that?” you laughed. 

“I don’t know, but the less he looks at you the way he was tonight the better,” Jobe hardly clarified. 

“I think you’re overthinking it, Trent doesn't like me like that, ” you tried to reassure Jobe, although you didn’t really believe your own words, “Like you said, he’s you and Jude’s friend - I highly doubt he’s interested in me,” you continued in untruth. The colour in Trent’s face after you put his hand on your ass told you he was definitely interested. Jobe looked at you, still not pleased with the idea of Trent liking you but sighed. 

“Okay, if you say so,” he finally calmed down. 

“Get some rest, we’ll talk tomorrow,” you instructed him to which he nodded and got off the bed. He leaned down and gave you a quick goodnight hug before leaving the room. You sighed when he left, thinking to yourself that as much as teasing Trent a bit was fun, you really shouldn’t let those less than innocent thoughts and ideas of Trent bubble up if your brother was going to be so upset. 

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