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Friday, April 19.

Enchanté

We've someone we would like you to meet. Her name is Jean Deaux, and she does a lot. And when we say a lot, we mean a lot: she is a Chicago-based artist, musician, and filmmaker, spanning genres and disciplines, and a trendsetter in the Black queer community. She even has a Tumblr, as luck would have it, which you can find at @thedeauxdiaries. We think you'll get on just great. 

She released the video for "Roll With Me" today. It comes from her new EP, Nowhere Fast, a record that explores themes of fears of intimacy, stagnation and returning, and chasing your dreams.

At this point, we would like to write something clever about themes of intimacy and its fears, stagnation and returning, and chasing your dreams. But why would we do that when we can leave it to Jean Deaux herself?

Nowhere Fast is out now. If you're fearing intimacy, feeling stagnant and getting back to yourself, or pursuing your dreams, this is a record for all y'all. It's a record that shows, despite these challenges, you can always create something from it.

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🕊️ :: SAYEED, arab— free falastin

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➜ SCHOOL SECRETS ∿ jm42 [library love]

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SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: you and jamal spend some time together alone in the library.

pairing: student!jamal musiala x f!student!reader

warnings: none, repost from my old blog.

word count: 1,204

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"are you going to the library?" your friend, bella, said coming to walk beside you.

"yeah, i'm about to meet ellie there now. you coming?" you said, holding the door to the library open for her.

"of course, that essay for english lit might be the death of me," she giggles, spotting ellie sitting at a table near the windows, the two of you heading over to sit with her.

with the weather being dark and cloudy outside, the library felt particularly warm. the low lighting from the old systems, making it the perfect place to study after a long day at school. it was also the best place if you wanted to study with your friends because after 5pm the no-talking rule was abolished.

"we are all doing the english essay, right?" ellie said as soon as you and bella sat down. "i need moral support in this difficult time."

you and bella let out a laugh. "of course we are, it's absolutely kicking everyone's arses."

you look around the room and recognise a couple of other students from your english class are already in there, their heads down working hard on what you suspected to be your latest assignment. your eyes landed on a group of boys on the other side of the room, who you quickly recognised to be jamal's friends.

you then noticed that jamal was sitting in the seat that just so happened to be the one that was straight across from yours. it didn't take him long, at all, to realise you were looking at him. his eyes shifting from the page in front of him to you in a matter of seconds. as soon as he spotted you, he smiled, although quickly looking away to not let his friends realise who he was looking at.

you decided to do the same, not wanting to seem distracted to your friends, as they would be able to figure out pretty quickly who you were staring at.

so you got to work, planning out your essay, so it was ready for you to write. you and your friends were pretty quiet, not talking to each other much, apart from when you were asking each other for help. every so often you would sneak a glance at jamal, looking at him from over your laptop. you tried to make the glances short, but the more you looked at him, the longer you seemed to look at him. you caught him also looking at you a couple of times, the two of you smiling at each other, before pulling your eyes away and back down to the work in front of you.

it was about an hour into your revision session when ellie and bella both stood up to leave. "we're going to go now, y/n, you coming with?"

"um," you were yet to finish your work, but you could have always taken it home to do, and you were feeling extremely hungry after not eating since lunch. as you were just about to turn to your friends and tell them that you were coming with them, you caught jamal's eye, yet again. he looked at your friends, seeing that they were about to leave, and, looking back at you, he mouthed the word 'stay'. you nodded your head a little, letting him know that you had seen him. "no, i'm going to stay here a little, while longer, hopefully, get this done."

"okay," bella said, placing the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "text us when you get home."

"will do," you smiled at them, waving at them just before they exited the door. you sank back in your chair, closing out of your word document, not before saving it, and you opened google, absentmindedly scrolling through twitter for a while.

you knew that jamal wanted you to stay so you could go and sit with him, but his friends were still sitting with him, so you had to wait.

a celebrity scandal and a few back takes later, you saw, out of the corner of your eye, jamal's friends head out of the library. closing your laptop, you look at him, and he's already waving you over. you gather your things, stuffing them all into your bag, too lazy to make sure it looks nice, and you make your way over to him.

"hey," jamal says as you sit yourself down beside him.

"hi, you okay?" you look around, seeing that the three people, who are still in the library, are very much in their worlds, listening to music, reading books etc. so you lean in and give him a soft peck on the cheek.

"i need help with this essay," jamal lets out a sigh, clearly as stressed as everyone seems to be about this essay.

"so that's all you want me for? here i was thinking you just wanted to spend time with me," you joke. "what do you need help with?"

he shows you his piece of paper. "well, i've written my introduction or rather a rough draft of my introduction, but i'm struggling with this first paragraph. i've written down the basic structure, but i just need help putting it together."

"okay," you say, taking the pen out of your hand. "i'll plan out this paragraph for you, but i won't be able to do anything else. while i do this, you could read what i have so far, it might inspire you a bit."

you get to work writing out bullet points in his notebook, while he sits in silence beside you, reading the part of the essay that you had written. it was just the two of you working in silence, you could sense jamal looking at you a couple of times, he'd sometimes even reach over, making sure your hair was out of your face. you'd smile softly at him before getting back to the work in front of you. it was a lot of unspoken communication, just the two of you telling each other that you're there and that you love each other.

"right, all done," you say, handing him the piece of paper, which had a full outline for the paragraph, based on the ideas he had for it. you tried not to make it similar to one of yours, as you knew your teacher would most likely realise straight away.

taking the paper from you, he leans in pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. "thank you, baby."

the kiss lingered for what seemed like forever, and in a way, you hoped it did. the heat rose in your cheeks, as you pushed him away softly with a smile on your face. "stop, jamal, people might see."

"i don't care," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you again.

"i mean it, jamal," you grab his hand under the table, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. "i've got to go now, anyway, my mum's probably wondering where i am."

"okay," he says, watching you intently as you pack up your things.

"i'll see you tomorrow," you smile, walking away, turning around before you leave to find jamal staring at you, offering a little wave before you go out of sight.

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Americano PT. 9 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: phew! this took me five million years and a bag of candy to write. remember when I told you to remember the house layout? 😉 Enjoy!

small mention: I absolutely love knowing you all are curious about the next chapter of this series. I appreciate and love all comments I get, and try to keep all my promises I make. but, trust I’m human too and need some away from writing. Though, when rude and harassing words are used in my inbox- the joy of writing this series gets absolutely sucked away. (If I’ve answered your message, this isn’t about your comment 🫶) so, please keep your rude words to yourself or I’ll turn off anonymous inbox messages and block you the next time :)

W/C: 4.016

part eight

"I should've just taken a break to go on vacation."

Lina sighs, poking her salad with her fork, and guiding the mixture of greens and dressing up to her mouth.

"Didn't you take a trip to Paris last international break?"

Luis says, raising a brow at her words. He turns his head towards me, nudging me under the table.

"Can you believe her?" He asks, an exasperated chuckle leaving his lips. It causes me to jolt out of my half-asleep state, my eyes widening in surprise.

"What? Who?" I ask looking around and bring a hand up to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

I had rushed out of the house this morning, which meant everyone got the chance to admire my bare skin today.

Well, my stress-induced breakouts were on full display, but having some pimples wasn’t the end of the damn world anyway.

"Are you okay?" Lina joins in, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just dozed off- been sleeping horribly." I reply, eyeing my lunch with a grimace.

"Are those exams still keeping you up?"

"More like waking me up.. Do you know how many nightmares of failing an exam a person can take?” I say, my words coming out harsher and louder than I intended. My eye twitches in irritation, and I give them a crazy look.

"Woah, you have an attitude today.." Luis mutters, shifting away from me.

"Don’t piss her off.." I hear Lina say, nudging Luis.

"Never mind, I'm going back to work." I state, quickly putting my tray of food away and walking out of the cafeteria.

I mutter curses under my breath, trying to look as normal as possible to my coworkers when I pass them in the hallways.

Exam season was practically sucking the life out of me, and the added pressure of the upcoming Champions League home game against Napoli was multiplying the stress.

Thankfully, it was international break, which meant that my normal workload was cut in half. Some players not playing for in the national team had requested leave for vacation, so the training center was pretty quiet and empty today.

I only knew of injured players being here for their scheduled recovery appointments.

I finally get back in my office, sighing in exhaustion when I get to my desk. I plop down, rubbing my face to wake myself up further, before starting to work on some more content.

"Why are you grinning like a creep?"

I turn to Luis, chuckling at his choice of words, and let go of the computer mouse.

"I just got a notification that said I passed my written exam." I beam, giving him a cocky look.

"Really?"

"Yeah, ninety-four percent..” I say, turning my head to look at the editing program. The training video we had just shot halfway edited already.

"You've been snapping at us for no reason, but I guess it was worth it- good job.." He says, shooting me a smile, and leaning in to give me a side hug.

"Yeah, sorry about that.." I apologize, fixing my wrinkled shirt. I move my hand towards the mouse again, cutting off a piece of blurry footage that we couldn’t use.

"It's fine, I guess it's payback for making you do random tasks back when you were a newbie.."

"You know, I haven't forgotten how you made me carry that heavy ass bag every morning..”

"I'm sorry, alright. You should've told me earlier that Ancelotti is basically your uncle."

I grumble at his words, jabbing his ribcage with my elbow, sending him a warning look.

"Stop talking and help me out with this.." I mutter, passing him the mouse.

He winces a little, rubbing his stomach, before snatching the mouse off of me with an attitude.

"Didn't know you were allowed to use your privilege to inflict such violence."

I roll my eyes, focused on the moving images on the computer screen. Starting to unconsciously pick at a fresh scab on my hand. Only noticing the damage I’ve done when I look down to see blood trickling down the back of my hand.

"Shit, made myself bleed.." I say, making Luis glance away from the dual monitors.

"Go to the physiotherapy room. They have a shit ton of bandages and bandaids.” He suggests, his hand going up to fix the curls falling in front of his eyes.

I nod quickly, getting up from my seat and walking out of the small, soundproof meeting room. I close the glass door behind me, hurrying over to the physiotherapy room.

I pass the glass panels facing the multiple pitches outside, the sun had been shining brightly this afternoon. Even though the sun had been setting quite early due to daylight saving time.

I knock twice when I arrive, only opening the door when I hear a loud 'come in' in response.

I clear my throat, realizing how silly it is to get a bandaid for a wound like this, but still walk in.

I'm greeted by the sight of first-team physiotherapist Iván, he smiles when he notices me, waving for me to come inside.

He was one of the nicest people working with me at Real Madrid. It would be especially fun when he would bring in his little two-year-old son with him. I couldn’t count on one hand how many times I had carried the cute boy around the training center in my free time.

"Oh, y/n. What brings you here?" He questions, shoving the white privacy curtain out of the way, only to reveal a shirtless Jude lying on the treatment table, his eyes opening to peer over at me.

The personalized shoulder brace he'd been wearing for the past couple matches, was taken off for obvious reasons, and placed on the other side of the bed.

I look away a moment later, feeling my chest tighten, internally wincing at the thought of Jude having a dislocated shoulder and still playing football. Despite all of the aggressive and offensive play we had gotten used to this season, he was handling it well- but I wouldn’t ever utter it out loud.

Because- who wants to inflate that ego even more? Or was that even possible?

"Hi, Iván.. Just wondering if you got a bandaid for me?" I avert my gaze to the physio, and raise my brows. I hold my hand up to show the wound, and smile when he nods in response.

"Yeah, just a second.." He shoots Jude a quick wink, washing his hands before coming over. He begins to rummage through the cabinet, flipping through a pack of bandaids before handing me one closest to my skin color.

"Here you go.. Do you need anything else?" He asks, eyeing the blood on my hand.

"Nope, only this. Thank you.." I smile, quickly wiping down the blood from my hand and gently placing the bandaid on my wound.

I throw the bloody wipes and wrappers in the dedicated trash can, turning around again when I’m done.

I make accidental and involuntary eye contact with Jude instead of Iván, who's already across the room busy with some paperwork. Probably documenting the progress of Jude’s injury.

My eyes automatically dart down to his shoulder, and unbelievably, my eyes slip to his chest, then to his-

I stiffen when I regain consciousness of what I’m doing, and look away with haste. I fight the urge to smack myself in the face, instead biting the flesh of my cheek when I notice him smirk at me.

"What are you looking at?" He questions, voice low and his cocky tone too obvious to ignore.

My eyes widen slightly when he speaks, and I take a step forward as if to say I’m not intimidated.

"Just- looking at your shoulder.." I say, cringing at the way the words leave my mouth.

"So, you’re worried about me now?"

I give him a look of disgust, a chuckle of disbelief leaving my mouth.

"You wish, Bellingham. I heard Ancelotti is confident in putting you in the starting lineup on Wednesday. You better put your best foot forward, and if we don’t end up winning..." I trail off, threatening him slightly with my tone. I then turn around and leave the room.

I couldn’t lie, being rude to him after he'd dislocated his shoulder and still played made me feel a little guilty.

Though, he had a huge gift of being the ultimate douchebag, even when he’d been having his 'decent' moments lately.

“He’s only turned nineteen two- no three months ago, and he’s already scoring in the Champions League..” Luis gawks, grabbing the equipment bag out of my hand.

“I know, it’s so fun to see young players flourish..” I mutter, mentally recalling the interview I just did with Nico Paz. Since it was his first goal for Real Madrid, we had just done an interview in celebration.

“He is a year younger than you.. Is he really that young to you?” Luis teases, pushing me away when I pretend to kick him.

“What? Are you trying to undermine my accomplishments?” I question, trying to kick him again.

“Hey! See, this is how immature you are.. Step back, dude get off…” He says, and I scuffle with him for a moment, gasping when he tries to put me in a headlock.

“Okay, you always do this- stop everyone is looking..” I mutter, squeezing his arm.

“How fuckin’ childish are you?” I hear a familiar voice say. I snap my head up, Luis’ arm loosening as he immediately lets me go.

“As much as I want to be...” I state, my hand traveling up to fix my hair and clothes.

I hear Jude scoff, he gives me a nasty look before taking a step forward, but I notice him freeze in my peripheral vision when he hears someone calling out to me.

“y/n?!” The person shouts, and I look around for a moment before my eyes land on…

The guys from Naples?

What’s his name again?

“Chris?..” I say, my voice low and as enthusiastic as I can manage to pretend.

Fuck, I never even answered his DM’s..

Well, should I really give a guy who looks like trouble a chance?

My common sense says: NO.

I watch him bring an arm around my back, his hand resting on my shoulder blade when he hugs me tightly. Like we’ve been friends for freaking years…

“How have you been? Thought I’d see you here..” He beams, his hand going up to fix the fluffy mop of blonde hair on his head. Aussie accent undeniably mesmerizing like last time.

He is so pretty, but the kind of pretty that told me he was a full on man-wh*re..

“Hi? Good, what are you doing here?” I ask, trying to stop the grimace forming on my face. I lean in, taking a closer look at the badge hanging from his neck.

Surprisingly enough, it says ‘VIP’- I look up at him with a questioning look, waiting for him to explain.

“Oh- this.. someone I know gifted me this pass..”

Yeah, very believable.

He smiles nonchalantly, the skin of his cheeks denting as his dimples show.

I nod as if I understand, glancing at Luis, so he can get me out of this conversation.

“You’re the drunk guy from that night!” Chris suddenly exclaims, pointing at Luis.

Could this get even more awkward.

I tune out the stupid conversation they have, shuffling backwards only to bump into Jude.

Thankfully, not against his injured shoulder.

“Oh, sorry..” I whisper, not even registering his response before he’s rudely interrupted.

“Man- no way you’re the Jude Bellingham..”

I close my eyes in embarrassment, turning around to face Jude instead of both Luis and Chris.

I raise my brows at Jude, giving him a look only readable as ‘send this man away’..

He immediately plasters an all too good, fake smile on his face. Stepping behind me to greet Chris, and begins talking to him about the match.

I can only hear a jumble of both Brum and Aussie accents, it making me want to burst into a fit of laughter. Though, I manage to keep it in, looking at Luis to see if he’s still present in the conversation.

He isn’t, as expected. No surprise, he’s fidgeting with his damn camera again.

I stand there like a statue for the next two minutes, looking back and forth between the two accented men.

It’s a comical sight, especially when I can’t even understand some words.

I sigh in relief when Jude pats Chris’ shoulder, careful with his injury when he goes in for a handshake.

I watch Jude leave swiftly, his facial expression falters immediately, and his hand goes up to rip the shoulder brace off his body, harsher than I’ve ever seen him do before.

"My brain is going to explode, fucks sake.."

I mumble, stretching my arms and legs. I get up from the dinner table in order to walk around the backyard for a moment. Trying to get some fresh air, even though it's past midnight already.

I loved studying at the dinning table way more than upstairs in my room. It felt less lonely- especially since my dad had been gone for a couple weeks now. His work and the case had taken an interesting turn, which meant that his stay had to be prolonged.

I didn't mind, in fact, I loved living alone. Except for when I heard random noises at night. It could've been a bird flying against the window, and I’d still be paranoid.

Since it was our day off, after winning 2-0 against Napoli yesterday- I thought I'd go ahead and continue cramming for my last exam I had in a couple days.

I yawn and stretch my limbs, looking up at the clear sky and stars. It had gotten so much colder since December was almost here.

My pajama shorts are not providing warmth, but I can’t be bothered to go up and change when I’m going back inside in a minute anyway.

I can hear my back cracking when I turn to stretch, making me chuckle. I was only twenty, but those hard ass chairs and sitting in them for long periods of time, made me feel like I was double my age sometimes.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear my phone ring loudly from the dinning table. I jog back inside quickly, throwing my slippers off my feet and snatch my phone. Confusion settling on my face when I read the caller ID.

I immediately pick up, pressing the phone against my ear. Worrying about something horrible happening in the middle of the night.

"Dad? It's late, something wrong?" I say in one breath, left hand clutching the backrest of my chair.

"y/n, nothings wrong. I just need you to listen carefully..”

"Okay." I spit out, just wanting him to get to the point, my brain making up all types of things.

"It's concerning one of my clients. Something unexpected just happened, and he's going to have to stay over at ours for a while."

I pause at his words, frowning in confusion, even though he can’t see my face.

"What? So, you're calling me- because I need to let an unfamiliar guy into our house- so he can sleep here? Is it a criminal?”

I gasp, hand gripping my phone tighter.

“A murderer?! Dad! How can you-”

"-y/n.." He cuts me off, voice stern, but I’m able to hear the grogginess of his tone. He'd probably been sleeping before he was awakened.

"It's no stranger- it's Jude, okay? He's not safe in his own home- relating the case I took on. I offered for him to stay over out of concern for his safety. So, he's going to have to stay with- you for a while."

I stay quiet, taking in all of the information he's giving me. I can already feel a migraine creeping up on me, letting go of my chair to massage my temple with one hand.

"I have to get the guest room- ready?" I say, processing everything and trying to understand what I’m supposed to do.

"Yes, I know you two are- friendly. Please be understanding and responsible. I'll call you in the morning, just get him settled and go to bed. You got that, honey?"

"Yeah, I got it. Uh- I'll get the room ready.." I say, already walking up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.

"Good, again- I'll call you in the morning- good night, sweetie.."

I quickly hang up after saying goodbye, running around, and making the bedroom look presentable. I change the bedsheets and wipe the dust off the vanity with a swift motion. It takes me about ten minutes and a sweaty forehead, before the doorbell rings repeatedly.

I run down the stairs, almost tripping due to my haste.

I take a deep breath when I reach the front door, trying to collect my thoughts and feelings before swinging the door open.

Jude's house was unsafe to stay in, so he's staying here- right..

The front door squeaks when I open it. An exhausted-looking Jude entering my sight, his black suitcase is on the floor, to his right- looking like it’s about to burst at its seams.

Cold air greets my face and naked legs almost instantly, making me curse internally for not changing clothes earlier.

I was too stubborn for my own good..

"Hi- umh, come in?" I say, my voice hoarse as if I hadn't spoken out loud in weeks.

He nods awkwardly, mumbling something incoherent as he begins rolling his suitcase inside.

I motion for him to take his shoes off, which he promptly does without hesitation. I turn away, grabbing some house slippers for him to wear out of the shoe rack.

I throw them next to his feet, watching his eyes flicker up and down as he steps back for a moment.

"You alright?" I ask, worried about the lack of words he's using.

It was unlike him, whether we’re arguing about some stupid shit or I’m filming an interview- he always had something to say.

"Yeah, I'm fine.." He mutters, looking up and finally making eye contact with me.

"The bedroom is upstairs.." I trail off, reaching over to grab his suitcase, but he snatches the heavy luggage up with one hand, immediately making his way up the stairs.

I watch the muscles in his arm flex as I walk behind him. I stop dead in my tracks when I realize what I’m doing and practically start running up the stairs to catch up to him.

I walk ahead of him when we reach the top of the stairs, opening the guest bedroom door for him.

"This is your room, bathroom is there, and the laundry room is over there." I point, turning around to face him.

"Thanks.." His Brum accent is thick, and he looks at me like a lost man in crisis.

I clear my throat, unable to pick between being nice and acting like how we normally interacted.

"Are- do you want to go shower?" I mutter, raising my brows.

I only realize how wrong my sentence sounds the second it leaves my mouth. To cover my embarrassment, I clear my throat again, putting my hands behind my back.

"Yeah- I should.." He responds, and I step aside to let him in the bedroom.

"I'll be downstairs.."

I inform, running down the stairs the second he shuts the door behind him.

I rub my eyes aggressively when I walk into the living room area. Sitting on the couch, I wonder if this is some delusional fever dream.

Maybe it’s just a different genre of dreams, next to those nightmares I had about failing exams.

I mean- who can make this up?

I get up to my feet again, walk up to the fridge, and begin filling up a huge glass with water. I bring the cup up to my lips, and slowly sip on the cool liquid, hoping it will help me feel grounded again.

I exhale deeply when I'm halfway through the cup. Going for my last gulp of water again, I fill my mouth with the rest of the water. My cheeks almost exploding from the amount of water in my mouth.

Suddenly, I'm absolutely- fucking-scared shitless as I'm poked in between my shoulder blades. I turn around in a shift motion, accidentally spraying out the water in my mouth- onto a shirtless Jude's chest.

My eyes almost bug out of my head in shock. My jaw slacks open when I observe the aftermath.

He can only look at me with a blank face. I can’t detect any emotion in his face, but he’s probably equally as mortified as me.

"Shit- sorry.." I blurt, turning around, and grabbing a kitchen towel. I scramble for a second, and start to vigorously..wipe.. his..chest..

I only realize I'm rubbing on his chest like I’m giving him a damn massage- mid-wipe and freeze.

My body goes rigid and my hands are resting on his now dry, naked chest.

I look up at him, only seeing part of his face with help from the dim lights in the kitchen. My breathing slows down, and he looks down at me in return.

I can feel my heart pounding in my ribcage, and I'm sure anyone within meters of me could hear.

His skin is soft and warm underneath my fingertips-

"I- was going to ask how the shower works.." Jude whispers, his warm breath hitting my face. I can make out his brown eyes peering into mine, a series of unspoken and caged words behind them.

His words make me stop breathing for a moment. I remove my hands off of him at lightning speed, the kitchen towel falling to the floor mindlessly and I step back immediately.

"Oh- yeah, sure. Follow me.." I scramble a couple words together, my brain working overtime. I walk up the stairs again. Leading him into the bathroom, noticing he had left the lights on, his discarded shirt on the bathroom counter.

"Here- left is hot, right is cold. This is the best temperature.." I instruct, pointing when necessary and don’t dare to look up at him as he stands behind me.

"This button is for the radio and this one for the ventilation.." I say, pressing some buttons to show him how they work.

"Okay.." He breaths out, his warm breaths hitting the back of my neck. I can practically feel his eyes drilling into the back of my head.

I finally turn to look at him, dragging my gaze up to make awkward eye contact with him.

"Anything else?" I ask, voice low and I begin fidgeting with the hem of my shorts.

"Not really..” He replies, sentence dragged out by his accent.

"Umh- okay.. laundry hamper is there. I'll be in my room.." I trail off, pointing my thumb behind me, and walk out of the bathroom without saying anything else.

I quickly clean up the mess I - no, he caused in the kitchen. I wipe everything down properly and grab my laptop and stationary off the dining table.

I carefully lock the front door and windows on the first floor, setting up the alarm and going back upstairs.

I can hear some noise coming from the bathroom. I begin averting my gaze, just in case Jude walks out of the bathroom half-naked again.

I finally get into my bedroom, jumping into my bed. I try to distract myself with my phone until he's done with showering. So I can finally wash my face and brush my teeth after a long day of studying.

Only, this time- my phone doesn’t seem to be all too interesting. Not even those brainrotting and attention grabbing TikTok’s.

Nothing, and I mean nothing- could distract me from anything that had happened within the past thirty minutes..

[sayeed]

It’s easy to lose sight of some of life’s simple pleasures when you’re mired in the politics of a land you’re forbidden to enter. But every now and again we deserve to be reminded of just how beautifully the sea sparkles in the Gaza Strip, or just how high the rainbows over the West Bank’s grassy hills can go, or just how easy it is to visualize the earthy way of life in villages wiped away in 1948. 

Source: Sixteen Minutes to Palestine

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Does anyone know that Palestine is 500,000 years old? basically, the oldest middle eastern country and the overall 2nd oldest in Asia right next to Japan?

Palestine chronology - PALESTINIAN HISTORY TAPESTRY

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Vean_ima

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Palestinian women confront Israeli soldiers during the first intifada (1987-93)

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Israel’s senseless slaughter leaves thousands of children orphaned. Palestine must be free! Don’t tire keep talking about what’s happening!

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you’re pretty upset when you spot your husband not wearing his ring in a recent video

andrew robertson x reader

A/N: a tricky one, but I think I made it work ;) thank you for requesting!

W/C: 1.427

a wedding ring

to some, it’s a tangible object that is meant to symbolize the unification of two people. to others, a ring wasn't that much of importance, even paper rings would suffice to signify the love two individuals have for each other.

you were part of the first group. you had never even dreamed of taking the rock off your finger. the only exception being when you needed to get your hands dirty when cooking up some delicious food.

of course, the glimmering diamond on your ring finger was absolutely breathtaking. carefully chosen by your husband. suited exactly to your personal style and taste.

it was something you also tried to do for him. you didn't want to gift him a boring, silver wedding band, bland and basic. so, you'd visited multiple different jewelers until you found the right one.

then, imagine how pissed off you are when you're scrolling on your phone, only to see a video of your husband not wearing his ring during a recent press conference concerning his upcoming match.

you glance down at your own wedding ring, getting more and more irritated by the second.

your husband wasn't even home from training yet, which allowed your anger to boil up ever more, because you couldn’t ask him about it immediately.

you finally turn your phone off, grumbling to yourself, and get up to do some last minute work around the house. it was your turn to make dinner tonight. safe to say those vegetables were chopped too finely due to the fury you couldn’t contain.

andrew usually came home right on time for dinner. so, you decide to eat dinner early, just to interact less with him.

you were being petty, but you felt like him not wearing his wedding ring shouldn't go unpunished.

the front door opens half an hour later, your husband calling out to you from the entrance.

you ignore him, too focused on washing the dishes you used, to answer him, knowing it would become a childish argument.

"sweetheart? are you home?" he calls out, the confusion in his voice audible. you can hear him zip his jacket off, and the jingling of his keys, which he hangs up on the little sculpture you bought to spruce up the entrance.

again, you refuse to answer. drying the washed dishes with the gray kitchen towel and placing them back in the cupboard.

"bonnie?"

you try to ignore the sweet scottish nickname he loved using, too focused on cleaning up.

you can hear some footsteps come closer, his shoes paddling against the gray floorboards.

you decide to turn around when you can feel how close he is. watching his arm reach over to bring you into a tight embrace. though, you move right on time to avoid his touch. escaping from underneath his arms.

he gasps, brows furrowing at your sudden behavior. you were fine this morning, happy as ever, only a little sad about him leaving so early for training.

so, why would you be avoiding his hugs, let alone his touch?

"love, what's wrong?" he asks, trying to analyze your facial expression.

"nothing.." you mumble, avoiding eye contact. your arms folded defensively.

"do you want a hug?" he asks, wondering if you need comfort. he inches closer, but you decide that to be petty - so you shake your head.

"that involves physical contact, and that's gross, so no." you deadpan, words harsh and stubborn.

‘gross?’ he thinks, frowning at your choice of words.

"eat dinner, table's set.." you add, voice quiet.

you immediately turn away, sulking when you catch glimpse of your ring again.

you can hear him call out to you, but you keep on walking up the stairs and step into your bedroom. maybe the comfort of the soft pillows and firm mattress will help instead.

"love, can you please tell me what's wrong?" he pleads, hand stopping you from closing the door.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, sighing while looking at him.

"just give me a moment.." you state, his eyes warm up, realizing you probably wanted a minute to yourself to sort your thoughts out.

"okay, I'll have dinner then..I’m going to come back later..." his voice is soft, just like how he speaks to you when you're crying over something or are feeling particularly down on dark, cloudy days.

guilt immediately creeps up on you. maybe you were being too petty and rude?

no, you always wear your ring- why wouldn't he?

you close the door in his face, shuffling to your bed and pulling the covers over your body.

all different types of thoughts go through your head. were you too dramatic, or were you rightfully upset? was this approach even a good one?

it doesn't take too much time, as you hear a knock on your bedroom door. you shift and turn, sitting up in bed.

"come in.." you mumble, fidgeting with your fingers.

andy steps inside slowly, his eyebrows raising at the sight of your defeated-looking figure.

"bonnie.." he begins, getting into the bed next to you.

"we're literally married. if you're angry at me, just tell me.." he says, hand reaching to carefully touch your hand. eyes on your face to detect any irritation or sadness on your face.

you look up at him when he grips your hand, his bigger hands entangled with yours. your eyes flicker around, finally making eye contact with him.

he can practically read all of the emotions you hold in your eyes after all these years together.

"won't you tell me, sweetheart? are you angry?"

he encourages, thumb running over your knuckles.

"yes, I’m angry- is that what you want to know?"

"about what?"

you sigh, a little embarrassed now.

"you love me, right?"

you notice the confusion and surprise on your husband's face, he starts nodding the moment the question leaves your mouth.

"of course, I love you.. with every part of my being.." he whispers, leaning in closer.

"then why did I see a video of you not wearing your ring?" you confront, facial expression hardening. 

"what are you talking about?"

you grab your phone off the nightstand, showing him the evidence that had you spiraling for the past hour or two.

"bonnie.." he begins, a chuckle leaving his lips.

you almost lash out at him when he laughs. was your sadness funny to him?

"come 'ere.." he urges, patting his lap. you eye him for a moment, but don’t fight back when he pulls you onto his lap.

"listen to me, ye?"

you nod, waiting to hear his explanation.

"remember when we talked about our wedding rings last month?"

you nod, tilting your head in confusion.

"and don't you remember me telling you I had to get mine cleaned?" he asks, thumb making soft and soothing circles on your knee.

you freeze, heat from embarrassment creeping up on your face. you groan, covering your face with your hands, moving your head away.

"hey, look at me, ye?" he says, trying to pry your hands away from your face.

"there's my love's precious face.." he coos, grinning softly at your cute behavior.

he raises his hand, showing off the wedding band that is clearly on his finger.

"you know, I wear it all the time except for training and during matches. if I was allowed to wear it I would..” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

"I wear mine constantly, just like you do. it's as important to me, as it is to you. you got that?" he asks, running his hand down your back.

you hum, feeling silly and stupid for fretting over something so easily explained away.

"I'm sorry, kind of stupid of me to assume.." you trail off, looking into his brown eyes.

"it's alright, I understand the confusion, but please just ask me about something that’s bothering you, before you start to ignore me?"

you nod, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"I will, I'll ask you before assuming.."

he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your head. the sound makes his chest rumble, in turn, you feel the vibrations on your cheek.

your husband would do anything to please his partner. so, don't you be surprised the next time he comes home with a tattoo on his ring finger.

yes, the needle pressing against the bone of his knuckle hurt like a bitch. but, if it meant he could ease your mind and wear a symbol of his love for you 24/7. he would do it without hesitation.

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i js realized that you were @adorefavv

yuppp lol but do i know you from there ?? i thought this was our first interaction but i couldn’t be wrong idk

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guys.....uhm 😰....

(this has been in my drafts since late february)

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Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

[sayeed]

➜ MOTH TO A FLAME ∿ jb5 (chapter 2)

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⤷ summary: noah and jude get to know one another.

⤷ pairing: jude bellingham x f!best friend!reader

⤷ warnings: kids (?), food mention, lowercase

⤷ word count: 2,902

⤷ notes: i hope you enjoy chapter 2!! please reblog 🫶🏻 this was just supposed to be somewhat of a filler chapter but it ended up almost 3k words long 😭

“and this is jude. my best friend.” silence hangs in the air for a short while after the introduction. your stomach is tied in a knot while you watch jude take in your new boyfriend. if it was a stranger perceiving him, they’d probably say he’s happy to meet him, and that he’s happy for his friend. but you’re not a stranger. his body language, the slight strain in his jaw from the way he’s gritting his teeth and the way his eyes quickly flash to yours tells you everything you need to know. 

jude’s hand extends in noah’s direction. “hey,” he says, noah’s hand also reaching out to grasp his. “nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too,” noah says quieter than how jude said it, nerves an obvious thing he’s feeling. the last time noah came over, and met your family, you knew he had been really nervous, and rightly so because he knew how much your family meant to you. but, when it came to jude, you had spoken about him so much, about how you had known each other your whole lives, grown up together. noah knew that jude meant just as much to you as your family did, however, there was something else about jude that didn’t threaten noah, per se, but there was the small fact of jude being the man in your life. jude was noah’s competition, even though you’d told him he had nothing to worry about in the romantic department, and he believed you, jude’s status in your life was something for noah to reach for. 

“oh, hi, noah,” your mum walks into the room, carrying two plates of food. “right, these two are for you,” she nods her head at you and noah so you promptly take your seat across from jude, noah moving to sit right beside you. “jude, y/d/n will be in in a second with your dinner, he’s making sure you have those extra yorkshire puddings,” your mum flashes jude a smile, one that jude was very much used to after all the years he had known her. 

“you know me so well,” jude says and it’s then that you see jude’s first genuine smile since noah walked through the door. but it’s no surprise because jude was practically like another son in your mum’s eyes. 

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“so, jude,” your dad says when you’re all finally seated and eating your meal. “are you enjoying it in madrid?”

“yeah,” jude brings his hand up to his mouth, pausing his speech while he finishes his food. “it’s great, barely any rain, and the football’s obviously great.”

“you know,” it’s your turn to speak now. “these two,” you point at your mum and dad. “literally never shut up talking about you. like god forbid we ever see someone we know when we’re out in town because they’ll get a good old rant about how well you’re doing and how proud they are of you. no, but honestly i’m starting to think they’re prouder of you than they are of me,” you let out a laugh, everything you said in jest. 

“oh, don’t be silly. but of course, we’re proud of you, jude, you know you’re a part of this family.” it had always been inevitable that jude would be a part of your family. your mum had been best friends with jude’s mum, denise, for years before they even considered having children. so when they did have children, they became like bonus children for both of them. 

you felt, though, when your mum mentioned that jude was a part of your family, an awkwardness between noah and the rest of the room. and although you knew jude appreciated the comment, and knew that he loved your family just as much as they loved him, you could also tell that he was feeling the same way as you when you looked at him. 

“so uhm, noah,” jude said right before taking a sip of his drink, his attention shifting to the man next to you. “what are you studying at uni?”

“oh, erm, sports journalism, like y/n,” noah nodded, shooting a tight-lipped smile jude’s way.

“so you love sports as much as y/n, yeah?” jude asked, a little laugh escaping him. 

“does anyone love sports as much as y/n?” noah laughs along with jude and your parents, seemingly more relaxed about the whole situation. 

“i’m not even sure i love football more than her and it’s my job,” jude says. “she liked it way before i did anyway, she was about three when she caught the football bug, i didn’t wanna go near a ball until i was six.”

“really? one of the best players in the world currently didn’t like football at one point?” noah’s smile was wide and genuine. that was one of the things you liked most about him. he was a good guy, a great guy, even, and you did really see the two of you being together for quite some time. 

“yeah, it’s weird, innit? but i got there in the end.” watching the two of them interact settled your nerves. it was almost a given that anyone you invited into your life had to like jude. whether it was a boyfriend or a new friend, your loyalty would always be to him over anyone, probably until the day you were married, so it was better that you made sure they liked him. why would you want to know someone who disliked your best friend anyway? 

while jude and noah got to talking about everything football and real madrid, you chose to speak to your parents about university, life and what your plans were for the summer. jude overheard the last part of your conversation, “are you coming to the euros? you’ll have finished with uni by then, yeah?”

this year's euros would be jude’s third tournament, and seeing as though you had proudly supported him at the last two, you didn’t see why you wouldn’t be going to this one, too. 

“well, that depends,” you placed your knife and fork together on your plate signifying that you were done. “are you going to get me free tickets?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“i’ve already added your name to the family and friends list for tickets, don’t you worry,” jude tried to wink at you but instead ended up doing a confused blink, which elicited a laugh from you. “i can also get tickets for you four as well, you won’t be in the friends and family sections but i could see what i can do,” jude addresses the rest of your family.

“thank you for the offer, jude, darling, but me and y/d/n won’t be able to get any time off work, and these two will still be in school. but we’ll be cheering you on from our living room, there’s no doubt about that,” your mum presses a kiss to his temple after standing up to collect everyone’s plates. 

“don’t listen to her, jude,” olivia speaks for the first time since she sat down. “i want a ticket to every game, and i mean every single game. i’d do anything to miss a month of school.”

“don’t be silly, olivia, you’ve got your gcse’s,” your dad looks up from his phone where he’s most likely scrolling through twitter looking at sky sports news. 

“that’s exactly why i want to go, dad. so jude, can you get me tickets?” she turns her body fully towards him, exaggeratedly fluttering her eyelashes at him. 

“you know, liv, as much as i’d like you there, you really should listen to your dad. even i had to do my gcse’s,” jude says.

olivia scoffs, standing from her chair and in doing so nearly knocking the thing over. “god why’d it only y/n that ever gets to do fun things?”

she’s halfway up to her room before you get to reply but it doesn’t stop you from giving one. “perks of being your biggest fan, i guess,” you shrug at jude, a small smirk on your lips. “oh, hey, speaking of the euros, i completely forgot that there’s that placement that you applied for with bbc, did you get it?” your attention is now turned towards noah.

“i’m not sure yet, i don’t think they’re letting us know about who got in for another few weeks yet,” noah offers a tight-lipped smile. 

“what’s this?” your dad asks, your comment about bbc taking him out of whatever trance his phone had put him in. 

“the bbc has offered a few placements at the euros for people studying undergraduate sports journalism, and noah applied.”

“oh, that’s an amazing opportunity. i hope you get it, noah, you can go and keep y/n company,” you see jude shuffle in his sear out of the corner of your eye, but try to take no notice of it. 

“yeah, it is. it’s just a shame that it’s across a lot of universities across the whole of england so it’ll be really competitive, but fingers crossed,” noah nods. 

“i’m certain you’ll get it,” you mention. “there can’t be many students much better than you, surely. you’re excellent, you really are,” your hand moves you give his thigh an encouraging squeeze. 

“thanks,” noah places his hand on top of yours giving it a gentle squeeze in return. 

“right, why don’t you kids go and hang out upstairs or something while i clean up this mess?” your dad moves to grab the remaining glasses that were left on the table while you lead jude and noah up to your bedroom. 

jude immediately goes to sit at your desk, knowing that the situation he’s about to be in may be awkward, so it’s nice to know there’s a pen within hand’s reach that he can fiddle with. you flop onto the bed, grabbing your childhood teddy you bring it up to rest on your chest, noah claiming his spot beside you, in a much more graceful manner. 

“so,” you say, breaking the silence before it could wash over you. “you wanna watch a movie or something?” you look between the two guys in your room, a questioning look on your face.

“um, yeah, sure,” jude says. “how about w-”

“stop right there,” you say sitting up. “before you even ask, no i’m not sitting through pulp fiction again. like yeah, uma thurman’s hot as fuck, but she’s also only in it for like ten minutes, so what is the point?”

“whoah, i wasn’t even going to say that, dickhead,” jude annoyingly shakes his head at you. “i was actually going to suggest that noah picked what we watched, so, you know, it could save the arguing. god knows we’ve probably had enough movie night arguments to last us a lifetime.”

“oh, okay, good idea,” you turn towards noah. “is there anything you’d like to watch, noah?”

“hmm, that’s a hard choice,” noah says, a deep thinking expression on his face. “i think i’d like to watch pulp fiction.”

jude bursts out laughing whereas your face drops in agony at the thought of watching it again. you’re genuinely about two seconds away from punching your boyfriend right across the face. 

“oh, y/n/n, you should see your face. nice one, noah,” jude’s practically holding his stomach at this point. 

“what?” noah says when jude calms himself down. “i’ve never seen it.”

that’s the moment both you and jude stop what you're doing, turning to face noah with the most shocked expressions the two of you could muster. 

you let out a laugh of disbelief before finding the words. “you what?”

“did i hear you right?” jude pipes up as well. 

“i’ve never seen pulp fiction,” noah repeats, causing you to lay back down, simply staring at the ceiling while you get over your shock. 

you raise a finger in the air when you’ve had about ten seconds to process the mindblowing news. “you know what i think we have to do, jude?” you sit up on your elbows so you can look at him properly. “pop his pulp fiction cherry.” 

jude nods as soon as the suggestion leaves your mouth. “it’s only right.”

“pulp fiction it is then,” you’re about to get up from your bed to get your dvd, when the door of your bedroom bursts open, with a boisterous seven-year-old on the other side. 

leo immediately rushes over to the side of the bed noah is at. “hi, noah, would you like to come and play roblox with me?” 

the look on leo’s face is adorable. his big, round eyes look at your boyfriend with so much adoration, even though he’s only met him once. but noah doesn’t seem to like leo as much as the young boy likes him. 

“oh, i- uhm,” noah fidgets, barely making eye contact with him, while you watch on with furrowed brows. “i don’t know how.”

“well that’s fine i can teach you,” leo bounces in excitement on the balls of his feet. there’s nothing in the world that makes him happier than when he’s playing roblox. 

“well i don’t really want to,” noah says bluntly, leading to leo’s face dropping, a little pout forming on his lips. 

“oh, okay,” leo’s about to leave the room when jude stands up and walks over to him. 

getting on one knee in front of him, he places his hands on the small boy’s shoulders. “hey, i’ll come and play with you, yeah? we can play that one we were playing last time that you kept beating me at.” jude picks leo up, throwing him over his shoulder causing him to giggle louder than ever. it’s a giggle that can be heard all the way down the hall until they get to leo’s bedroom. 

your room’s silent for a while, allowing you quite a bit of time to think about what you just witnessed. the only thing you can think about though is that you didn’t say or do anything while leo was in the room with you. you should’ve done something to make sure he didn’t get upset, not even a little bit. 

after a little more time, you say, “what the fuck was that?”

your turn to noah, who had barely moved since jude and leo left the room. 

“i don’t know,” he says, eyes failing to meet yours. 

“that’s not good enough, you almost made him cry just because you didn’t want to play with him. he’d be really upset if it wasn’t for jude being here,” you let out a sigh. it was bad enough thinking about seeing either of your siblings upset but seeing leo’s face for that split second that he thought no one wanted to play with him was borderline heartbreaking. 

“i’m not good with kids, okay? i have no idea what to do with them,” noah says, raising his voice a little. 

“then just let him down easily then, there was no need to be rude. he’s seven, noah. he only wanted to play with you, you’re never going to get good with kids if you’re never willing to spend even ten minutes with them,” you scowl at him, mad with him for what he did to your little brother. “you know, it’s probably better if we call it a night, i’m quite tired.” 

noah nods. “okay,” he gets up from the bed. “i see you later then,” he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, which you accept, kissing back gently, but he knows that you’re still pissed off at him and that you’re probably going to be like that for a little while longer. 

you shift your body so you can get off the bed. “it’s fine, i’ll let myself out.”

“okay,” you nod. “night.”

“yeah, night,” he says closing the door behind him on his way out. 

you fall back onto the bed, once again finding peace against your duvet, a sigh falling from your lips being the last thing you remember before you slip into a deep sleep. 

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jude: you okay sleeping beauty?

you: god when did i fall asleep?

you: also why are you still up it’s 3am.

jude: about 7:30ish

jude: and i’m not tired but i also wanted to make sure you were okay

jude: yk after what happened between noah and leo

you: i’m doing fine

you: just shocked me a little that’s all

you: was leo okay when you were playing with him?

jude: yeah but he did ask why noah didn’t want to play with him so i just told him that he knew i wanted to instead that’s why

jude: but what he did was really fucked up

you: i know

you: i’m glad he’s not really upset about it though

you: and thank you for saying what you did

jude: no problem

jude: so did he just leave?

you: no i said it’d probably be best if we called it a night

you: i made it clear that i was pissed at him so that’s why i think he was so fine with leaving early

jude: you did the right thing he can’t talk to a kid like that without know what he did was wrong

jude: anyway i’m off to bed i’ll see you again before i go?

you: of course

you: goodnight

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