prettyjud5

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Prettiest face😚

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Hmm this didn't even get a yellow card, but fuck off gets a red 🤔

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People are doing the most here. In no other league you get sent off for this, at most it's a yellow not a red card

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this is still the cutest thing ever 🥺

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https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/40167593

Well, like husband like wife

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*don’t post this in the tag* but even valverde himself has racist allegations

Oh I didn't know this

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I’m hoping that 29 in their user stands for something else bc if they’re 29 worried about what a 21 year old is doing….

!!!!

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so where is that energy for valverde’s wife who is racist 🫠

She's racist and islamophobic

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Is this not an insane thing to say about someone and his family that you don't know in real life

It’s really hard to believe some people are hyping over a woman that is on a porn website. The standards have never been this low… I mean where’s the self respect? Some of you have your opinions and your choices but this is so embarrassing and you can say I’m jealous and bring the same argument all over again but seriously I have a degree and I’d never bring this embarrassment to my family specially my mom who has sacrificed herself to pay for my education. And yes I’m gonna tag him bc I bet he knows

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“ he keeps looking at me like that” mi amors😭🤍

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His sparkling eyes and well shaped eyebrows

qotd: what do you like the most about jude?

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https://www.tumblr.com/prettyjud5/775074531268345856/saying-all-kinds-of-shit-to-jude-and-then-writing

wait who was doing this?

Just scroll a little through judes tag and you will see. They're writing pedrixjude fanfics and don't like jude at all

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just looks too good

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Saying all kinds of shit to Jude and then writing fanfics of him fucking your favorite footballer in the ass 😒

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hiii! can you do one of jude’s reaction to seeing your new “5” hip tattoo? i love your writing!!!

red ink - jude bellingham x reader.

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psa 🗣️: small but fluffy fic!! as a tattoo girlie i loved this request so i had to do it!! like always hope you enjoy!! besitos de ana 💋🤍

“babe? i’m back!” jude heard you call out, your keys jingling as you set them down on the entrance table and your slippers gliding across the floor. he popped his head seeing a grim immediately appear on your face as you met his hug. “how was your day? i missed you pretty girl,” jude said as he engulfed you deeper in his arms, a giggle escaping your lips feeling the warmth in your chest.

“it was amazing! the panel interview went just as planned and our company was able to move forward with the drafting. starting next week you’re looking at their new executive planner,” you said proudly stepping back and giving him a spin. “you got the promotion? congratulations my love! i’m so proud,” jude said proudly, a slight shock in his voice as he hadn’t expected this news.

“thank you baby! i couldn’t believe when they told me but they surprised me after the panel,” you explained walking into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. the smell of a variety of spices mixing your senses. “what are you making?” you met back with jude who was opening the pot, “chicken fajitas and some cilantro lime rice,” jude smirked looking down at your intrigued face.

“smells and sounds amazing,” you said, kissing his bicep and looking up at his face. he had no idea what you’d done and you wanted to see how long he’d last without realizing. “what?” he laughed, walking with you near the dish washer, “what do you mean what?” you asked obliviously. “you have this, i don’t know, cheesy look, like you’re hiding something from me.”

“what if i was?”

“tell me,” jude pouted, you tip toed up and kissed his pout away, jude giving you a knowing look before he continued to ask what it was you’re hiding. “I guess you’ll have to find out,” you shrugged walking off and opened a bag of chips. “like that? okay, i see how it is,” jude nodded, his head immediately drowning with different thoughts and ideas to what it could be.

if there’s one thing about you it was how abruptly you did stuff. jude was more of a introvert and you were the opposite. the one always down for any type of adventure, the one who loves to socialize, never afraid to take risks and always optimistic. he always got teased for being so shy but when he met you it was a complete puzzle piece.

exactly two weeks ago, you had gone out with your girls, and with what was supposed to be one drink turned into many. the idea always played in your head. jude was your forever, there was no doubt about that. you were more than sure he was your everything and you knew this would also be permanent.

you had a variety of tattoos around your body. you were known for them, and you loved that each one had a meaning. each piece was specially sketched to your liking. you had first told yourself just one but now you had over ten that ranged from small to larger ones. instead of getting his initials you decided to get his famous number. his and your lucky number as well. the famous ‘5’.

the small red number was delicately painted and tattooed on your hip, your girlfriends either watching in awe or shock. but you were sure and there was no regrets. jude had yet to find out. you would’ve figured he would’ve noticed but in the past two weeks he didn’t even realize. he was completely unaware of your latest tattoo.

“how was your day?” you asked switching the topic, helping set up the table with plates, silverware, and your choice of drinks. jude sighed, his shoulders falling, which had drew your attention quickly, whatever it was you could tell was bothering him.

“it was going well until i was told, i’m not going to travel with the team tomorrow. i’ve been ruled out because i have a minor knock. nothing too serious but with our schedule coming up, they don’t want to risk it. you know how i feel with these types of situations, they mess with my head.”

if there was something jude hated, it was not being able to help his team, especially in the moments where they need him the most. his team had been dealing with many injuries left and right and it had taken a toll on jude seeing the results from games. but this was football and all he could do was just show out on the pitch.

“you also need to rest jude. i get you want to be supportive but your body needs to take well time off to recover. keep in mind you also have injuries that haven’t been taken cared of because you’re to stubborn. let your body relax and take the time to heal. if they ruled you out it means they have the situation under control,” you tried to offer some pieces of advice.

“i will baby, especially that i have you here, you’re gonna take care of me,” jude said sarcastic seeing your face turn serious. ”yeah right…” you scoffed, taking a seat at the table where jude was setting down the food. “lets eat and then we can do some skincare, maybe catch up on ‘the night agent’ because we haven’t watched,” jude leaned over and kissed you.

“you’re still not gonna tell me what you did?”

“nope.”

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“why does it tickle?” jude laughed, seeing his reflection as the clay mask started to bubble. “its part of the process, it’s supposed to deep cleanse and exfoliate” you explain as you finish applying yours. your hair up in a messy do, your fresh cotton pjs on. jude who was shirtless and had a pair of platted pjs on.

“the mask will remove and dead cells, unclog your pores and hydrate your skin. a three in one process,” you say, cleaning up the bathroom counter top jude following you as you head downstairs. “am i going to look silly?” he asked, seeing his reflection in the mirror and laughing inwardly.

“just a tad bit,” you squeeze one eye and pinch your fingers.

“the things i do for you…” jude shakes his head picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter, your giggles filling up the room.

“this was your suggestion mister!” you defend.

“i take it back, i can’t even kiss you!”

“it will be over soon,” you laugh, your thumb raking the skin on the back of his neck. “you did promise one other thing,” you smile hard, “i don’t recall,” jude pretends to not know. you give him a serious stare, one he knows not to push or else luck wouldn’t be on his side. but yet again, he also couldn’t say no to you, he’d do anything you wish or ask.

the next 15 minutes consisted of preparing some snacks and drinks to binge watch a tv series. this was more than common in your household, especially when the two of you were off the next day. the small bubble of happiness being together, you loved and appreciated it. waking up next to jude, doing honey things whether it was cooking or grocery shopping, you loved it all.

after washing your face and applied your last few steps of skin care, you and jude were on the couch. jude was being needy per usual and laid on top of you, his head resting just below your tummy, his arms secured around you as he quietly watched. his brows crinkled in, he looked up to see you distracted, but now his thoughts were racing, his throat became dry as he slowly pulled down the fabric of your shorts down to reveal the skin of your hip.

he swallowed hard, his fingertip coming up to trace the number softly, watching how your jerked up. “baby? y/n when did you do this?” jude asked suddenly wanting to know. the intriguing and curiosity rising within him. “two weeks ago during y/f/n birthday party. i was kinda drunk…” you say shyly, a small giggle escaping. “baby you tattooed my number on you?” jude asked, trying to reassure if he was hearing correctly.

“yes…”

jude’s heart was beating out of his chest. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. he couldn’t stop tracing the number with the pad of his thumb. knowing the meaning of it just lightening a match on fire.

the possessiveness, knowing this me at you were his and only his.

the love, knowing that this was a sign of commitment and the concept of being together for eternity.

the idea of proving more than just love to him.

he was in awe, “what do you think?” you asked nervous, biting the inside of your lip anticipating his reaction. your skin jerked as your felt jude place a soft kiss against your skin, right under your tattoo. a tattoo dedicated to him. “i fucking love it baby… you don’t understand what’s going through my head right now…” jude ushered, coming up to place a long and passionate kiss on your lips.

the kisses that would knock the air out of you and make you fall in love all over again.

“i can’t believe you got this!” jude exclaimed, “and you’re absolutely sure?” he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it. “i mean clearly,” you joke, pointing to it.

“no regrets?”

“not a single one,” you whisper as you shake your head and meet him for another peck.

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this is sick.

what’s the point of tagging his entire family just to express outrage over his relationship with ashlyn? honestly, what do you think that’s going to achieve? it’s one thing to have opinions, but dragging his family into it.. really? some of you act like you personally know ashlyn just because of a few rumors floating around online, and somehow that makes you feel entitled to publicly vent about their relationship as if it directly affects you.

at the end of the day, everything we read about her are just rumors—unconfirmed stories with no solid evidence behind them. it doesn‘t give you the right to act as you do, nor does it excuse how you act. this isn’t normal. even a child wouldn’t do this.

you don’t know jude, you don’t know ashlyn, and you certainly don’t have the right to comment on their relationship in a way that forces him to remove his family members. get a f.cking grip.