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J.B. — Ghost of You

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summary: in which Jude looks back on all the good times, and learns to live with his regret
author’s note: was listening to 5SOS, so enjoy this lovely piece. i don’t write a lot of one-shot type of fics so i hope you enjoy!
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
Everywhere he looked, he saw something that reminded him of her.
Once their shared home, and though still filled with items he held dear to him, it never could have felt more empty. The bed felt emptier than usual, when he would wake up alone while she was away on another business trip. The house was quieter than normal, when he would let her sleep in, already coming up with the perfect breakfast-in-bed menu to wake her up with. Though now, he was alone in the home, and it had never felt more empty.
It was empty without her laughter, her shoes piled on his in the doorway, her laughter ringing out throughout the house as she spoke with her friends over the phone, her creepy-yet-cute black cat that would wander the halls aimlessly without a care in the world. It was all gone now, and it all felt dull.
His home felt dull, though it wasn’t always. He remembered how vibrant it once was, how her smile could light up a whole room, her laughter could make anyone smile. It was almost infectious, her happiness, and without it, he felt like there was little that could mimic those feelings.
His friends said to just forget her, to move on, because ‘there are other girls’, but they were wrong. He knew there was no one like her, no one that could make him feel the same way she did. There was no one with her kind heart or quick wit.
As he sat down at the kitchen table, he thought back to all the good times, before things began to crumble in front of him. There was that one day, when she had dragged him into the kitchen to help her decorate the cupcakes she made, only for it to end with the two of them covered in frosting, sprinkles in their hair. There was another time, he had spent the entire day preparing the perfect at-home date; a candle-lit dinner, knowing how exhausted she’d be after her trip, and he could recall clear as day how her face had lit up in the soft glow of the living room. The night had been perfect, a relaxing meal shared, laughing about anything and everything, forgetting about all their worries as they danced to the soft music flowing from the speaker he had set up.
Jude looked around his empty home as all the memories came rushing back. He didn’t know when or how it all went wrong. Maybe the two of you hadn’t realised until it was too late, blinded by the love you shared to see that your lines of work were too demanding to settle in the way you had wanted too. It was hard, but he had to accept it was over, and you were gone, and maybe, it was a sign he needed to focus on himself a bit more before committing to something like a relationship.
His phone pinged, screen displaying a message from his friends, and as he closed the front door behind him, he told himself to enjoy the night out that lay ahead of him. Jude came to accept the hard truth, despite the part of him that screamed to go back, to chase after and plead with you to stay. He regretted not doing just that, and now, he had to live with that; the silence, the dullness, the emptiness, and the ghost of you that remained.
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So for A Sense of Vulnerability, I really loved the concept, and despite what obviously happened with who it was originally going to be about, I’ve decided I’m going to continue writing for a DIFFERENT PLAYER OR F1 DRIVER, based on who is in my list of who I’ll write for (which you can find here).
If you wanna send requests, feel free :)
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In light of recent events, I won’t be working on or updating A Sense of Vulnerability, and I’ve chosen to private it.
For now, I’m still open to taking requests.
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Rules
1. first and foremost, this is a safe space for everyone <3. Hate of any kind is not tolerated, and you will be blocked and reported.
2. I’m open to writing angst and fluff, but NO smut for now anyways
3. Don’t send requests about pregnancy, but I’m open to writing about kids.
4. If you’re a minor, please don’t request anything NSFW.
5. Please provide some context with a request so I know exactly what you’re looking for :)
Who I write for:
F1 Drivers
Lewis Hamilton
Mick Schumacher
Lance Stroll
Charles Leclerc
Lando Norris
Alex Albon
Football
Pedri
Kylian Mbappé
Jude Bellingham
Christian Pulisic
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Masterlist
Below is a list of all my works, sorted by who they’re for :)
A: angst F: Fluff
Lewis Hamilton
Lance Stroll
Mick Schumacher
Charles Leclerc
Lando Norris
Alex Albon
Pedri
Kylian Mbappé
Jude Bellingham
Ghost of you — A
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Hey everyone!! This is my blog dedicated to my writing! My main account is @1-800-away-we-go.
Currently, my inbox is OPEN for requests :)
Rules + Who I write for
Masterlist
Other Works
All the Way, posted on Wattpad
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