#yeah jude burned his hand but

[whynotlol9]

I’m still not over TMA. So here are my ladies, my worm wife Jane Prentis, love her forever) Nikola is just so fun and Jude is just cool (and hot ;)

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LATE NIGHT, SAFE HANDS.

• jude bellingham x gf!reader

• warnings: just the horrible title. (Also, English is not my first language!)

• summary: Jude Bellingham’s quiet night is interrupted when his girlfriend arrives home drunk after a night out. Amid playful chaos, he faces the ultimate challenge: getting her to finally sleep, revealing the warmth and humor of their relationship.

His girlfriend had gone out with her group of friends tonight. She´d had been looking forward to it all week. They had been together for about eight months, and things between them felt easy, natural, despite their busy lives. Jude was head over heels for her, and though they weren´t living together yet, they spend a lot of time at each other´s places. He trusted her completly, however he couldn´t help the subtle flicker of concern that burned in his chest.

Earlier that evening, she had sent him a picture of her outfit for the night, teasing him with a playful "Rate it out of 10." He remembered grinning at the sight―she looked stunning in that red dress that left Jude staring at his phone for way longer tham he´d like to admit. His reply was a teasing, "Solid 11. You´re gonna have every guy at that club staring at you. Take care, yeah?"

She´d reply with a string of laughing emojis and a lot of hearts of different colors and added, "Promise! Love ya."

Hours passed, and with her occasional messages about how much fun she was having and how the club had "grwat music bt terriblw cocktailss" and a few blurred slefies, Jude couldn´t help but laugh before texting her to be careful, trying not to admit that maybe he was a little bit unease.

Around 1:30 a.m, the messages and slurred audios from her had started to slow down, but he wasn´t too worried. He figured she was just caught up in the fun, dancing with her friends and enjoying the night. After all, it was still early. Still, he checked his phone more frequently, feeling a little restless as the minutes ticked by without a response.

"Everything okay?" he´d sent about an hour ago, hoping for an answer.

Nothing.

Jude sighed, staring at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone back onto the couch beside him. He told himself not to worry. She was probably, no, she was definitely fine, just lost in the music, and her phone was somewhere deep in her bag. But a small voice in the back of his mind kept telling him otherwise.

He tried not to be that boyfriend. You know, the one who texts every five minutes to check up on her. But as the clock ticked closer to 3 a.m. and still no word from her, his foot started tapping nervously against the wooden floor. He shot her another text, "You good? Getting kinda late..." Jude stared at the screen, waiting for those familiar typing dots to appear, but after two minutes of nothing, he sighed. He set his phone down, leaning back against the cushions, trying to keep his mind out of it.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

By the time it hit twenty, Jude was seriously considering calling her. Just to check, he told himself. He had refreshed the chat multiple times but there was no response. He unlocked his phone and was about to hit her name when the sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet.

Frowning, Jude stood up, wondering who could be visiting at this time of night. As he approached the door, a series of knocks came, maybe a little frantic. His heart race just a little. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?

He then swung the door open and froze.

There she was, standing in front of him, her makeup smudged, her hair slightly tousled, and that same red dress clinging maybe a little bit higher than when she went out. But what really stood out was the way she was standing, as if she was going to fall at any minute, with sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed―whether from the cold air or the alcohol, Jude wasn´t sure.

But the smile she gave him? Bright as ever.

"Juuuuude!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up as if she´d just seen him for the first time in weeks.

He couldn´t help but grin at the sight, feeling the relief flood through him. She just threw herself into his arms before he had a chance to react. He caught her easily, wraping his arms around her waist as she giggled into his chest.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. "You alright?"

She pulled back slightly, swaying on her feet as she looked up to him. "Of course I am. Why wouldn´t I be?" Her words slurred together, and she had to repeat the question a few times.

"You´re plastered," he stated plainly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your plastered," she tried to imitate him. "Am not," she protested, though the wobble in her stance told him otherwise. She tried to step forward, but Jude quickly caught her before she could topple over.

"Please tell me you didn´t come walking all the way here like this," he asked, closing the door behind them with one hand, the other firmly around her waist.

She gave him a pout. "Wanted to see you."

“Yeah, I figured that much.” He chuckled, guiding her over to the leather couch. “Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

She let him guide her but promptly flopped onto the couch with dramatic flair, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her. She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Jude?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, love?”

“I'm hungry.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make you something?”

“Nooo...” She shook her head, grinning mischievously. “I wanna cook.”

Jude immediately burst out laughing, kneeling beside the couch as he looked at her incredulously. “Babe, you’re drunk. You can’t even stand up properly, let alone cook.”

She squinted at him, clearly not appreciating his lack of faith. “I can cook. I make the best... sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches? That’s the bar we’re setting?”

She nodded eagerly, but before he could protest further, she was already struggling to stand, making a beeline for the kitchen. Jude quickly jumped up to intercept her, catching her around the waist before she could get too far.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, pulling her back toward him. “You are not cooking in this state.”

She notice how warm he was. “Jude…”

He laughed, tightening his grip around her. “Nope. Not happening. You’re going to hurt yourself or burn the kitchen down.”

“That is not true.”

“I’ve seen you try to use a toaster when you’re half-asleep. I don’t need you burning down my kitchen with us inside.”

With a huff, she slumped against him, clearly defeated but still playful. She tilted her head back to look at him, her frown returning. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m a lot of fun,” he corrected, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll see how fun I am tomorrow when you wake up with a hangover,” he teased. “Now, how about we get you some water and you go to bed, yeah?”

“I don’t want water,” she mumbled playfully, leaning her head onto his shoulder and putting her hand on his back. “I want… you.”

Jude felt his heart do a little flip at her words, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, well, you can have me tomorrow after you drink some water.”

He got up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to her. She was now sprawled across the couch, one leg dangling off the side as she stared up at the ceiling, mumbling something incoherent.

“Here,” Jude said, sitting her up gently and handing her the glass.

She took it begrudgingly, sipping at it like a child forced to take medicine. “I didn’t want this,” she muttered.

“I know,” Jude said, rubbing her back soothingly. “But you’ll thank me in the morning.”

After a few sips, she set the glass down and looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “You’re so good to me,” she said softly, her voice suddenly tender.

Jude smiled, feeling his chest tighten in that familiar way it did whenever she said something sweet, even in her drunken state. “Of course I am. Someone’s gotta take care of you when you decide to get hammered.”

“Jude, I’ve already told you that I’m not—,”

“Alright, alright,” he said defeated. Then, after making sure that she had drunk all the water, he lifted her as if she was nothing and carried her to his room.

The softness of the mattress and the sheets made her yawn. As Jude carefully wiped off her makeup and gave her some of his clothes, she couldn’t help to smile, adoring his features. When one of his hands brushed where her ribs where, she giggled at the motion, leaning her head against his chest. “You’re my favorite person,” she whispered.

His heart melted. “And you’re mine,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a while, she snuggled up against him as Jude absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her into a more peaceful state. Her tipsy giggles slowly faded, replaced by soft, sleepy breaths.

“You okay now?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm,” she hummed, half asleep against him.

Jude looked down at her, his chest swelling with affection. Drunk or not, she always managed to make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And despite her occasional recklessness, he wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.

[dontexpectmuch]

Touches and different meanings of those with Jude Victor William Bellingham

perhaps it’s the warmth of the flat, or maybe it’s just the current time of the day, however jude couldn’t help himself but feel tired and clingy. he hasn’t seen you in so long - about two hours - and he just needs to feel your body against his. that’s why he touches your wrist, closing his hand around it as he brings it near his lips. feather like kisses dance on your skin as you finish your last business call, putting the phone away afterwards to give your lover all the attention that he needed.

“i’ll eat you alive, you won’t stand a chance.” jude smirked, eyes focused on the game in front of him. it took him quite some time to convince you to play with him, and though he finally did it, he wasn’t going easy on you. “wow, so much love and adoration in one place. your spoiling me.” you reply, not really focusing on the game but rather on him. judes hand moves to the back of your head, playing with your hair lightly as he plans his next move to the smallest detail.

“you’re getting better!” your praise fills judes chest with pride, his hands holding the steering wheel more loosely than before. “yeah, good enough to do this?” he places his hand on your thigh, far up than appropriate in public. that didn’t matter, though. it’s just the two of you in an empty parking space. you could do even much more if you wanted, but “you’re not there, yet, love.” you wink, placing his hand back onto the wheel, your own hand now on his thigh.

jude was holding your pinky finger with his, a subtle way to support you during your online meeting today. he knew how nervous you were, stressing the importance of this meeting over and over again, something about getting the promotion you wanted. and even if your face was turned forward, he could feel the gratitude radiating from your eyes. your pinky finger was a bit cold, but it didn’t stop him from enclosing it with his own, reminding you that you two were in this together.

“you look so good, babe.” his voice appeared from behind you, you feel his arms circle around your waist, head now resting on your shoulder. “thanks, i guess?” jude never made you feel less sexy, no matter how you looked. wearing sweatpants and a really loose shirt? hair messy and face puffy? he doesn’t care, he will carry to bed and make it even messier. you feel judes hand move up your body, his right hand now on the side of your throat as he steps next to you to watch you do your work on the counter. “wanna continue later? the bed’s cold.” he begins, voice low and hushed. he stubs your face with his nose, the hand on your throat squeezing it slightly. you could also feel his thumb move in circles. “this isn’t that important anyway.” was all you said, face burning as you see jude smirking down at you.

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DANZA KUDUROOOOOOOOO

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You were sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Daryl in the evening, trying to steal a little quiet time to decompress after a long day. He was fiddling with his crossbow as usual, and something about the steady sound and his hands at work seemed soothing. The page of your novel suddenly disappeared in front of you as the entire house, the entire settlement, plunged into blackness.

Your stomach tensed. "Hmm. Daryl, I think the power is out," you said sarcastically.

You heard an amused snort from the other end of the couch. "Yeah, no shit... Solar must be on the fritz again. I keep tellin' Rick we gotta get new batteries. I'll grab the lanterns," he drawled.

"I better just check on Jude and RJ."

Moving in the dark before your eyes had completely adjusted was not wise, and you had apparently moved at the same time as Daryl right towards each other. You collided near the middle of the couch and you may as well have hit a brick wall. The man was solid. "Shit!"

You probably would have landed flat on your ass, but his arms were suddenly around you and you found yourself tipped sideways back onto the couch. Daryl caught himself on the back of the couch with one arm, but still found himself partially leaning over you. His other hand had landed on your hip.

"Uhh—s—sorry. Ya alrigh'?"

You could barely see him over you now, your eyes having adjusted to the darkness. "Y—yeah," you breathed, hardly able to get any words out as you found yourself admiring the view. You were thankful he couldn't see the burning blush you could certainly feel heating up your face. "Nice reflexes."

Daryl suddenly realized, mainly from the tingling sensation in his hand, that it was still on your hip and he pulled it back suddenly. "Thanks," he drawled, gulping. He straightened up stiffly and offered you his hand to help pull you back to your feet. "Right... I'll just—"

"The lanterns," you nodded. "And I'll just—"

"Check the kids," he finished for you, ducking his head.

You laughed nervously. "You can move first this time..."

Daryl edged around you and both of you wer left wondering if the other had felt the same thing. Prompt: "I think the power is out."

A/N: Sorry for the slight break in content this weekend. I got sick AGAIN, this time with a horrible stomach virus that had me up puking all night Saturday 🙃 what a joy... LUCKILY, I am already almost back to normal. I swear, this cold and flu season is BAD. Stay healthy ya'll. <3

[20-th-centurygirl]

watching you watching me

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut

a/n: written for my beloved @judeswhore , based on this ask by @judethluvr on her account. this idea has me dizzy and if i could live this life then i would happily become a gym rat x

this also ended up becoming way longer than i planned but yolo 🤭

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Dating an athlete came with numerous perks, and jude's figure was one of them. Being with jude had pushed you to become a self proclaimed gym rat but you'd never actually worked out with him. But in this moment you were questioning why.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from Jude, the way his skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his biceps and the muscles in his thighs flexing in a way that made you dizzy. The thin, white top he was wearing was sticking to his skin and you could faintly see his abs through it, and his stupidly tiny shorts that displayed both his thighs and cock perfectly were making you feral. You couldn't focus, the sit ups you were doing had been long forgotten as the dirty thoughts running through your head took full control.

He'd noticed your staring out of the corner of his eye, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He turned to face you as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head and flinging it across the room. Without breaking eye contact with you he grabbed a bottle of water, taking a large gulp before pouring some on his head. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you watched the water drip down his chest. "You're catching flies baby" he spoke, pulling you out of your trance.

You closed your mouth as you tried to shift your focus back onto the task you'd started but you just couldn't. The way his biceps moved everytime he curled a weight was driving you absolutely insane and you couldn't stop thinking about his muscles flexing like that by your head as he was ontop of you. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours angel?" He questioned, moving to stand above you. The way he was towering over you somehow had your underwear even more soaked than it originally was.

He reached down with his hand out to help you stand as he guided you over to the bench on the other side of the room. He sat you down on his lap, both of you facing the large mirror opposite. He maintained eye contact with you through the mirror, his gaze burning holes into you. "I asked you a question" He said a little louder, squeezing your thigh gently. "I was thinking about how good your thighs looked, the way your arms looked, your abs with the water dripping down them, your hands, the way your fingers curled around the weights" you mumbled, your face flushing as jude still stared into your eyes, his cocky smirk growing impossibly larger.

"That all? Or did you have any other ideas?" His eyebrow raised. "I um, I was thinking about how your fingers would look and how good they'd feel in ms, how your thighs would feel if I was riding them and how good your arms would look by the side of my head" you whispered, your face flushing impossibly redder. Judes hand began to trace shapes on your bare thigh, nudging closer to where you so desperately wanted him. "Oh yeah?" He whispered into your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His hand travelled up to the waistband of your shorts, dipping in to rub small delicate circles on your clit over your underwear. "Yeah. Need you so bad jude" you whined. "I know, I can feel it" He teased and you pulled a face at him in the mirror. "Don't get all bratty with me sweetheart, I'm more than happy to just leave you here and carry on" His voice and gaze more stern as he halted his hands actions. "No please". The grin returned, the knowledge that he had complete control and could get you so worked up satisfying him immensely.

He slipped his middle finger into your underwear, groaning at how wet you were. "Fuck, you're so wet and I've not even touched you". You mewled in response as he continued circling your clit at an agonisingly slow pace. "Jude" you whined, his pace borderline torture. "What do you need baby?" "Need you to finger me. Please jude" you couldn't decide if you were more embarrassed or turned on but you went with the latter. "Anything you want angel. Take these off for me" he gestured to your shorts and underwear and for the third time your face went bright red.

You lifted your hips up so jude could pull them both down, leaving them pooling at your ankles. "You can keep this on, it still shows what I wanna see" He gestured to your small sports bra that admittedly covered very little. You sat in the middle of his spread legs with your own still clamped shut. You weren't sure why you felt so embarrassed, you and jude had seen eachother naked more times than you could count, but this was different and you felt alot more vulnerable.

Jude picked up on your hesitance "if you don't wanna you don't have to, we can do something else" He whispered, placing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. "No it's okay, it's just different" you shot him a reassuring smile in the mirror and he leaned down to place several delicate kisses on your neck as he gently nudged your legs apart. He began sucking on your neck, occasionally biting before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.

His fingers flicked your clit a few times before he effortlessly slid his middle inside you. He swiftly added a second, curling them deep inside you. Your head lolled back against judes shoulder as you let out a loud moan of his name. He gripped your chin, lifting your head up "uh uh, watch yourself in the mirror baby. Watch yourself come undone on my fingers" you bit your lip, the eye contact he was strongly keeping was making you dizzy. His thumb rubbed at your clit as his grip on your chin stayed strong. "Fuck jude. Feels so good". You couldn't help but let your eyes flutter shut but they flew open when jude halted his actions. "What did I say? Keep your eyes on me or I stop" He grunted. " 'm sorry just keep going please" jude carried on, hitting the spots deep inside you that had your toes curling. You gripped his thigh "fuck jude 'm so close. don't stop please" you whined, a string of breathy moans tumbling from your lips. Jude went faster "you look so pretty right now, cum on my fingers baby, let go for me" your head tipped back and jude allowed it, his only goal now to make you feel good. He whispered string of praises in your ear, that combined with the way he was driving his fingers deep inside you and his now hard cock pressing against your back sent you into a frenzy and you came unexpectedly all over his hand, practically screaming judes name.

You stayed in that position, your eyes closed, chest heaving as you rested against him. Jude gently removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth for you to suck on them. You took them in your mouth straight away, swirling your tongue around them gaining a moan from jude. "Fuck. Want you to do that around my cock". You smiled around his fingers, moving to straddle him. "No, I'd rather ride you". Jude bit his lip as you pulled down his shorts and boxers before pulling off your sports bra so you were both fully naked.

You sat yourself down on him, both of you gasping in unison. "Fuck, look at you in the mirror" Jude moaned out, the sight of you clinging onto him driving him insane. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands rested on your hips, gently moving you at a rhythm that he liked as you pressed your lips to his neck. "Jude fuck. Feels so good" you whimpered and jude groaned in response, bucking his hips up into you. Your nails clawing at his back and you clenching around him had jude seeing stars. "Fuck baby, 'm gonna cum" he mumbled directly into your ear and you could only moan in response, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Jude moved one of his hands down to rub your clit in an attempt to get you there faster. You let out a loud whimper of his name followed by a string of curses as you came for the second time, triggering judes orgasm as he bucked his hips up a few times before letting go inside you. His grip on your hips didn't let up, his hands holding you close to him as he peppered your hair with kisses.

"That's one way to workout" jude teased as he tickled your sides, you reaching up to flick the side of his head in retaliation. "Only joking, I find it hot when you workout too baby, especially in those shorts" He mumbled. "It's just those slutty shorts, not sure what you're expecting from me". Jude huffed out a small laugh "maybe I put them on just for you". You said nothing, instead nuzzling yourself further into jude, not wanting the closeness to end, ever.

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER SIX

“i want something that i know is real”

genres — fluff, slow burn, workplace romance (she’s a pt)

warnings — sexual themes (minors dni)

word count — 9k

summary — y/n, a rising physiotherapist, has just been promoted to work with real madrid's men's team. after a difficult breakup, she's determined to keep things professional. but when jude bellingham, the club's charming new star, sets his sights on her, maintaining boundaries becomes harder than ever. can she resist the pull, or will she risk everything for a love she swore she’d never fall for again?

an — WE FINALLY CAUGHT UP! WE ARE BACK BABY!

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the afternoon was unusually quiet in the physio station, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft buzz of conversation between y/n and eduardo camavinga, who was stretched out on one of the treatment tables. aurélien tchouaméni and brahim díaz were also there, leaning against the counter as they talked about everything from the upcoming match to their plans for the weekend.

y/n was focused on camavinga’s leg, her hands working to massage out a knot in his calf, when aurélien suddenly grinned and nudged brahim, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "so, y/n," aurélien started, his tone teasing, "where's your boyfriend today?"

the question caught y/n completely off guard. she felt her heart leap into her throat, her hands freezing mid-motion as she processed the words. boyfriend? she blinked rapidly, trying to piece together a response. she and jude hadn’t really discussed labels, and they definitely hadn’t told anyone about their… situation.

"i—uh…" she stammered, her face heating up as she struggled to find something to say. her brain seemed to have short-circuited. she could feel all three pairs of eyes on her, waiting for her response, and the weight of their attention only made her more flustered.

seeing her struggle, brahim chuckled softly and shook his head. "relax, y/n. we're just messing with you," he said, though the curious glint in his eyes made her wonder if they knew more than they were letting on.

y/n let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the comment as she resumed her work on camavinga’s leg. "right," she murmured, though her mind was still reeling from the question. did they know? had they noticed something between her and jude? the thought made her heart race even faster.

before she could dwell on it any further, the door to the physio station swung open, and jude walked in, a warm smile on his face. "hey, baby—" he started, his voice soft and affectionate before he caught himself, his eyes widening in panic as he realized who else was in the room. "uh, y/n," he corrected quickly, his tone awkward as he tried to cover up the slip.

y/n’s eyes went wide as saucers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. she shot jude a panicked look, feeling her heart pounding as the tension in the room skyrocketed. jude’s sudden shift in demeanor only made things worse, and she could see the wheels turning in aurélien, eduardo, and brahim's minds as they exchanged knowing looks.

"something happen between you two?" aurélien asked, his voice innocent enough, but there was no hiding the amusement in his eyes as he looked between them.

"nope, nothing at all," y/n blurted out quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched as she tried to keep her composure. beside her, jude seemed perfectly calm, a small smile playing on his lips as he casually leaned against the doorframe.

"yeah, nothing," jude echoed, his voice smooth and unbothered, but the glint in his eyes told y/n he was enjoying this way too much. he didn’t even bother looking away from her, his gaze steady and reassuring, like he was silently telling her to just play along.

the room fell into an awkward silence, the air thick with unspoken questions and mounting tension. y/n could feel her heart racing, her mind scrambling for a way to diffuse the situation, but nothing came to her. it was as if all the words she needed had vanished into thin air, leaving her completely helpless.

finally, jude seemed to take pity on her. with a soft sigh, he took a step closer, his hand brushing against her back in a way that was almost imperceptible but sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "you sure everything's okay?" he asked, his voice quieter, more concerned now, but still with that infuriatingly calm demeanor.

the small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates, and y/n could practically see the lightbulbs going off in their heads. aurélien raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. "you two seem awfully close," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

"we're just… friends," y/n said quickly, her voice shaky as she tried to maintain the facade. but even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. there was nothing "just friends" about the way she and jude had been acting around each other, and she was pretty sure his teammates could see right through her.

jude, for his part, didn’t seem bothered at all. if anything, he looked amused by the whole situation, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a barely-contained smile. he moved even closer, his body pressing gently against hers as he leaned in, his voice low and reassuring. "it’s fine, y/n," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "they’re just messing with you."

y/n felt her face flush even hotter, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone in the room could hear it. but jude’s calm, steady presence was grounding, and she found herself leaning into him, just a little, grateful for his support.

"you guys are really bad at this," camavinga finally said, breaking the silence with a smirk. "like, seriously bad."

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," jude replied smoothly, his hand still resting on y/n’s back as he met camavinga’s gaze without flinching. "we’re just here for treatment."

"right," aurélien said, clearly unconvinced. "because you’ve definitely been acting normal all week. especially at the club last weekend, right, jude?"

y/n nearly choked at that, the memory of jude’s possessive behavior flashing through her mind. she could still feel the heat of his hand on her waist, the way he had kept her close the entire night, not letting anyone else get too close.

"we’re just… friends," she repeated weakly, but even she didn’t believe it at this point.

"sure," brahim said, his tone dripping with amusement as he exchanged a look with aurélien and camavinga. "but hey, it’s none of our business, right guys?"

aurélien and camavinga both nodded, though the amused grins on their faces suggested they weren’t going to drop this anytime soon. jude finally managed to take a step back, though he stayed close enough that their arms still brushed against each other.

"right," jude echoed, his voice softer now, his eyes still locked on y/n’s. "none of their business."

but as they all continued to talk, the conversation shifting to lighter topics, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that their secret was hanging by a thread. every time she glanced at jude, she could see the same thought reflected in his eyes: they were playing a dangerous game, and it was only a matter of time before someone else figured out the truth.

and yet, despite the risk, despite the almost certain knowledge that they were going to get caught, y/n couldn’t bring herself to regret it. because every time jude moved closer, every time his hand brushed against hers, every time his eyes met hers with that look of longing and desire, she knew that whatever they had between them was worth it. and she wasn’t ready to let it go, not yet.

as the conversation flowed around them, jude finally leaned in, his voice low and meant only for her. “i can’t stay away from you,” he admitted, the words a quiet confession that sent a shiver down her spine.

“you don’t have to,” y/n whispered back, her heart swelling with the truth of her words. it didn’t matter if they were almost caught a dozen more times; being with jude, even in secret, was worth every risk.

the evening air was cool as y/n walked beside jude, the city lights casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets. madrid was alive with its usual energy, but tonight, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. jude had insisted on taking her out, saying he had a special surprise planned. despite her curiosity, y/n had learned to trust him, knowing that whatever he had in mind would be nothing short of thoughtful and meaningful.

they strolled hand in hand, their fingers interlaced, as they made their way towards a small, hidden garden that y/n had never noticed before. the entrance was covered in ivy, the leaves twinkling with tiny fairy lights that seemed to dance in the gentle breeze. jude paused before the entrance, turning to her with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t quite place.

“close your eyes,” he whispered, his voice tender and full of excitement.

y/n hesitated for a moment, but the warmth in jude’s gaze melted any doubts she had. she closed her eyes, feeling his hand squeeze hers gently before he led her forward, guiding her into the garden. the sound of rustling leaves and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air, heightening her senses as she wondered what he had planned.

“okay,” jude murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “open them.”

when y/n opened her eyes, she was met with a sight that took her breath away. the garden was bathed in soft, golden light from dozens of lanterns hanging from the trees, casting a warm glow over everything. a small table was set up in the center, adorned with delicate flowers and a candle flickering gently in the middle. around them, the trees seemed to form a protective cocoon, making it feel like they were the only two people in the world.

“jude…” y/n breathed, her voice barely a whisper as she took in the scene before her. “this is… incredible.”

jude smiled, his expression tender as he watched her reaction. “i wanted to do something special for you,” he said softly, leading her to the table. “you deserve it.”

they sat down, the conversation flowing easily between them as they shared a meal. jude had thought of everything—her favorite dishes, her favorite flowers, even her favorite music playing softly in the background. it was as if he had taken all the little details she had ever mentioned and woven them together into this perfect, magical evening.

as the night wore on, they finished their meal and moved to a cozy bench nestled under a large oak tree. jude wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they gazed up at the stars twinkling above them. the world felt still, peaceful, as if time had slowed down just for them.

“y/n,” jude began, his voice unusually serious, drawing her attention back to him. his eyes were soft, filled with a vulnerability she rarely saw from him. “there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you… something i’ve been feeling for a long time.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for him to continue. the intensity in his gaze, the way he was looking at her like she was the most important person in the world, made her chest tighten with anticipation.

jude took a deep breath, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. “from the moment i laid eyes on you,” he began, his voice low and full of emotion, “i knew there was something special about you. i couldn’t explain it then… but there was this pull, this feeling that i had to know you, had to be close to you.”

y/n felt her heart swell, her eyes searching his as she listened to his words. she could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way his feelings seemed to pour out of him like a dam breaking after being held back for too long.

“at first,” jude continued, his thumb still tracing soft circles on her cheek, “i thought it was just a crush… but the more i got to know you, the more i realized it was so much more than that. you’re unlike anyone i’ve ever met, y/n. you’re kind, strong, and so incredibly resilient. you make me want to be better… you make me want to be someone worthy of your love.”

y/n’s breath hitched at his words, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the depth of his feelings. jude’s hand slid down to her neck, his touch gentle as if she were something delicate and precious. “i know you’ve been hurt before,” he said softly, his voice laced with a tender understanding that made her heart ache. “and i know you’ve built walls to protect yourself… but i want you to know that i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere. i want to be your second chance at love, y/n. i want to prove to you that not all love has to end in pain.”

he paused, his eyes searching hers, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt through that gaze alone. “i don’t just want to be someone you care about, y/n,” he continued, his voice trembling with the intensity of his emotions. “i want to be the person who helps you heal, who shows you that love can be safe, and beautiful, and something you don’t have to be afraid of.”

y/n felt a tear slip down her cheek, her heart overflowing with emotions she didn’t even know how to put into words. jude gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. “every day i’m with you, you make me a better person,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching. “you make me want to be the best version of myself, for you, for us. i’ve never felt this way about anyone before… and i don’t want to lose you.”

there was a moment of silence, the world around them seeming to hold its breath as they sat there, wrapped up in each other. jude’s hand slipped down to hers, his fingers interlocking with hers as he held her gaze, his eyes full of so much love and hope that it took her breath away.

“so, y/n,” jude finally whispered, his voice trembling slightly, but full of sincerity and love. “will you be mine? will you let me love you the way you deserve to be loved? will you let me show you that i can be the one who makes you happy… every single day?”

y/n’s heart felt like it was going to burst from the sheer intensity of her emotions. everything jude had said, every word, resonated so deeply with her that she could hardly breathe. for so long, she had been afraid to open herself up again, afraid of being hurt, of letting someone in. but with jude, it was different. he was different.

from the moment they met, he had been there for her, understanding her in ways she didn’t think anyone could. he saw her—truly saw her—and he made her feel safe, cherished, and loved in a way that she had never experienced before. he had taken down her walls, brick by brick, with his kindness, his patience, and his unwavering support. and now, as he sat there, his heart laid bare before her, she realized that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

with tears streaming down her face, y/n nodded, her voice too choked with emotion to speak. she squeezed jude’s hand tightly, her other hand coming up to cup his cheek as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with all the emotions she couldn’t put into words, all the love she felt for him, all the hope for their future together.

when they finally pulled apart, jude was smiling, his eyes shining with tears of his own. he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips as he whispered, “thank you, y/n. thank you for trusting me with your heart… i promise i’ll take care of it.”

y/n smiled through her tears, her heart so full of love that she thought it might burst. “i know you will, jude,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. “i know you will.”

but there was something else she needed to say, something she had been thinking about all night, even before he had asked her. she took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to gather the courage to speak.

“i… i was actually going to ask you the same thing,” y/n confessed, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she looked into his eyes. “i’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now, but you beat me to it… as you always do.” she laughed softly, the sound tinged with affection. “you’re always doing these incredible things for me, always showing me how much you care. and i wanted to do something for you too… to show you that i want you in every way, jude. that i’m ready to take this step with you.”

jude’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible, his expression filled with so much love that it made her heart ache. he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he held her tight, like he never wanted to let her go.

“y/n,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “you don’t have to prove anything to me. just being with you, just knowing that you want this too… that’s more than enough for me.”

y/n buried her face in his chest, her heart swelling with love for the man who had come into her life and changed it in ways she never thought possible. she knew, without a doubt, that this was where she was meant to be—with jude, in his arms, ready to face whatever the future held for them, together.

as the evening settled in, y/n and jude made their way back to his apartment, the day's adventures leaving them both feeling blissfully content. they had spent hours exploring, laughing, and sharing moments that deepened their connection. now, as they entered his cozy apartment, the air was filled with a comfortable intimacy that made it feel like their own little haven.

jude had prepared a simple but delicious dinner—his way of continuing the celebration of their new relationship. they ate together, their conversation light and full of affection. the evening seemed to fly by as they talked about their favorite memories, shared dreams for the future, and made each other laugh until their sides ached.

after dinner, y/n excused herself to use the bathroom, but what she had really planned was a playful surprise for jude. she slipped into his bedroom and, with a mischievous smile, grabbed one of his jerseys from the closet. it was oversized on her, and she decided to wear it with nothing underneath, the soft fabric draping over her body in a way that felt both comfortable and teasing.

when she emerged from the bathroom, she found jude lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sight of her in his jersey made his eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open in surprise. the jersey hung off her shoulders, hinting at her bare skin beneath, and the way she moved with a playful confidence made his heart race.

jude’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of her. “baby—” he muttered, his voice a mix of shock and awe. “you’re killing me here.”

y/n smirked, teasingly, as she strutted over to him. “thought i’d give you something to think about.”

before she could react, jude was on his feet, a wicked grin spreading across his face. with a swift motion, he picked her up effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed. y/n landed with a surprised squeal, her laughter bubbling up as jude followed her, his eyes alight with playful intensity.

“you think you’re funny, huh?” jude said, his voice low and seductive as he leaned over her. “you’re really pushing your luck.”

“maybe i like pushing my luck,” y/n replied, her voice teasing as she looked up at him, her heart racing with excitement.

jude’s eyes locked onto hers, his smile wide and mischievous. “well, in that case, you better be ready for whatever comes next.”

with a playful growl, jude lowered himself to her, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss that promised more than just teasing. the room was filled with their laughter, their whispered promises, and the sweet intimacy of their shared moments. for y/n and jude, the night was a celebration of their love, their commitment, and the joy of being completely and utterly together.”

jude’s eyes widened when he saw her, his breath catching in his throat. “y/n, are you trying to kill me?” he said, his voice a low murmur full of awe and amusement.

y/n gave him a playful look, her eyes sparkling. “maybe I’m just making sure you know how much I care,” she said, her tone teasing but soft.

jude's gaze wandered over her with a mix of disbelief and adoration. “you’re something else,” he murmured, shaking his head with a smile. “seriously, how did I get so lucky?”

“you tell me,” y/n replied, leaning closer. “i’m the one who’s been swept off my feet.”

jude’s smile grew as he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “well, if this is how you’re going to tease me, I’d say I’m in for one hell of a night.”

jude followed her onto the bed, his eyes sparkling with playful intent. he hovered over her, his hands finding her waist as he leaned in close. “you know,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, “i’ve been thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

y/n looked up at him with a smile, her fingers trailing along his arm. “and I’ve been thinking about how perfect this night has been,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “but I think you’re the one who makes it perfect.”

jude’s expression softened, his eyes filled with a deep, loving gaze. “you’ve made me so happy,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this—us—for so long. and now that we’re here… I just want to show you how much you mean to me.”

he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss that left them both breathless. the warmth of his body against hers, the way he held her so close, made her heart flutter with happiness.

when they finally pulled apart, jude’s hands continued to explore her waist, his touch gentle and affectionate. “you’re incredible,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “and I want to be the one who makes you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”

y/n looked up at him with a loving smile, her eyes shining with adoration. “I feel the same way about you, jude,” she said softly. "being with you feels like coming home.”

jude’s heart swelled at her words, and he couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, his hands caressing her face as he deepened the connection between them. the room was filled with the soft sounds of their love, the intimacy and affection they shared creating a space that felt safe and perfect.

as they lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. all that mattered was the love they had found, the connection they shared, and the promise of many more nights like this—filled with love, laughter, and the joy of being together.

in that moment, as jude held her close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, y/n knew that she had found something truly special. and with jude by her side, she was ready to embrace whatever the future had in store for them—together.

after another long day at the physio room, y/n and jude were cocooned in the soft, intimate setting of her apartment. the living room was dimly lit, the gentle glow of the lamps casting a golden hue that bathed the room in warmth. y/n had prepared a cozy night in, and with a playful smile, she decided to add a bit of pampering to their evening.

“come here,” she said softly, holding up a face mask. “let me take care of you for a bit.”

jude chuckled and sank into the plush couch, his eyes following her as she moved with a graceful ease. y/n positioned herself between his legs, her bare thighs brushing against his shorts. the warmth of her skin and the closeness made jude’s breath hitch slightly.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” jude asked, his voice a low murmur, as she gently spread the mask across his face.

“of course,” y/n said, her fingers lightly gliding over his skin, smoothing out the mask with careful precision. “i love taking care of you. just stay still or you’ll mess it up.”

jude’s gaze softened as he watched her, his hands instinctively resting on her thighs. his touch was gentle, but the way his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns made it hard for y/n to focus on her task.

“it’s hard to stay still when you’re on my lap like this, baby” jude teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. his touch was warm and electric, sending tingles up y/n’s spine.

“you’re impossible,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat rising to her cheeks. “stay still, or i'll move.”

jude’s laughter was low and warm, a sound that seemed to fill the space between them. “okay, okay. i’ll behave. but you know, it’s hard to keep my mind off you when you’re so close.”

“is that so?” y/n asked, her voice teasing as she continued to apply the mask. “maybe i’ll have to come up with more ways to keep you distracted.”

jude’s eyes sparkled with affection. “i think i’d like that. you’re full of surprises, and every one of them makes me fall for you even more.”

y/n felt a rush of warmth at his words, her heart swelling with happiness. she finished applying the mask and sat back, looking at him with a mix of tenderness and mischief. “you know, jude, there’s something i’ve been thinking about.”

jude raised an eyebrow, his expression turning curious. “oh? what’s on your mind?”

“it’s about us,” y/n began, her tone becoming more serious. “i’ve been considering telling work that we’re together.”

jude’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and hope flickering in his gaze. “you want to tell them? i thought… well, you have more at stake than i do.”

“i don’t want to hide anymore,” y/n said, her voice steady with resolve. “you mean so much to me. i’ve spent so much of my life trying to fit into other people’s expectations, but with you, i feel like i can just be myself. i don’t want to keep us a secret.”

jude’s gaze softened, a warmth spreading across his face. “are you sure? it’s not like we’ve been perfect at keeping things under wraps anyway,” he said, his voice tinged with playfulness. “remember how we’ve snuck around the physio rooms or stolen kisses in the hallways?”

y/n laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection. “oh, i remember,” she said, her voice filled with fondness. “those moments were fun, but they weren’t enough. i want to be open about what we have. i want us to be seen together without any pretense.”

jude’s eyes shone with admiration. “i get it. i want that too. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me. i want to show you off, because you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met.”

“then let’s do it,” y/n said, leaning in closer, her heart racing with a blend of excitement and nervousness. “no more hiding. let’s be honest about us.”

jude reached up, his fingers gently brushing her cheek with a tenderness that made y/n’s breath catch. “i’m with you, y/n. whatever it takes, we’ll face it together. i want everyone to see how incredible you are and how much we mean to each other.”

y/n leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her heart swelling with the truth of her words. “good,” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “because i’m not letting go of you. not now, not ever.”

jude pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her with a sense of completeness and protection. “neither am i,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of promise. “we’re in this together, all the way.”

y/n’s footsteps echoed softly as she walked down the hallway to gerard’s office, the usual hum of the club’s activity now a distant murmur. her heart raced with each step, a nervous flutter that she couldn’t quite shake. she took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before knocking gently on the door.

“come in,” gerard’s voice called out, warm and inviting.

she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her hands clenching and unclenching around the strap of her bag. gerard looked up from his desk, where papers and a few football magazines were scattered, and his eyes widened in curiosity.

“hey, gerard,” y/n began, her voice trembling slightly. “i hope i’m not interrupting. i wanted to talk to you about something important.”

gerard’s brow furrowed in concern. “not at all, y/n. what’s on your mind?”

she took a hesitant step forward, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggled to find the right words. “well, it’s about me and… um, jude. we’re… seeing each other, and i wanted to let you know. i didn’t want it to come as a surprise or cause any problems.”

gerard’s eyes sparkled with understanding, and he leaned back in his chair with an easy grin. “oh, is that all? y/n, you’re worried about nothing. i actually had a feeling about this for a while.”

y/n’s head snapped up in surprise. “you knew?”

“oh, yes,” gerard said, chuckling softly. “it’s pretty obvious to anyone who’s paying attention. the way he looks at you, how he talks about you—it’s clear he’s completely smitten.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and embarrassment. “i didn’t want it to affect my work. i love working here, and i didn’t want any issues.”

“y/n,” gerard said, his tone gentle and reassuring, “you’ve dedicated so much to this club. if this relationship makes you happy, then that’s all that matters. you deserve to enjoy your life and your happiness. if jude is part of that, then good for both of you.”

y/n shifted uncomfortably, her hands wringing together nervously. “i just wasn’t sure how to handle it. i mean, we’re still figuring things out, and i didn’t want it to be… complicated.”

gerard’s smile widened as he stood up from his desk, walking around to stand beside her. “it’s okay to be uncertain. relationships are complex, and it takes time to figure out what you both want. but what’s clear to me is that you care deeply for each other. and sometimes, it’s better to embrace that and not let it be overshadowed by fears.”

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, and she looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and hope. “i didn’t expect this to happen. but… being with jude has made me really happy.”

“that’s wonderful to hear,” gerard said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve always worked hard and given so much to this team. It’s only fair that you get to enjoy your personal life too. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel special.”

y/n bit her lip, a shy smile spreading across her face. “thank you, gerard. it means a lot to me. i didn’t want to hide it anymore. i want to be open about it, about us.”

gerard’s gaze softened as he studied her. “you know, sometimes, it’s easy to hide behind work, to avoid dealing with personal matters. but seeing the way you are now, it’s clear to me that jude means a lot to you. and you’re braver than you think for wanting to be open about it.”

y/n’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “i didn’t know if i was ready for all of this. but i can’t ignore what i feel for him. he makes me so happy, and i want to be honest about that.”

gerard’s smile grew, and he gave her a supportive nod. “It’s clear you have strong feelings for him. and even if you’re still figuring things out, that’s part of the journey. just know that you have my support, and if you ever need anything, I’m here.”

as y/n left gerard’s office, she felt a profound sense of relief and liberation. the weight of her fears and uncertainties had been lifted, replaced by a newfound confidence. she couldn’t wait to share this sense of freedom with jude and embrace the next chapter of their relationship.

jude’s hand gripped y/n’s with a mix of excitement and mischief as he led her out of the physio room, his stride confident and eager. his smile was a beacon of pure joy, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nervous anticipation growing in her chest.

“jude, where are we going?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light despite the unease building inside her. the way his hand fit so perfectly around hers, warm and reassuring, made her pulse race in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready to acknowledge.

“you’ll see,” he replied, his voice low and teasing, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

y/n gave him a mock glare, crossing her arms as she followed him down the hallway. “jude, we just had our fun earlier. don’t tell me you’re already planning round two? honestly, you’re unbelievable.”

jude looked back at her, feigning a look of hurt. “unbelievable? i’m just trying to make sure my girl is happy. you never complain when i’m taking care of you and making you feel good.”

she rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “yeah, yeah, but can’t you ever get enough?”

he grinned, slowing his pace to walk beside her. “with you? never.” his voice dropped to a playful murmur, “and let’s be real, you’re not exactly complaining when i’m the one pleasing you.”

y/n playfully bumped his shoulder. “okay, you’ve got a point. but still, you’re insatiable, bellingham.”

“only because you’re worth it,” jude teased back, his eyes gleaming with affection. “and admit it, you love every second of it.”

y/n tried to keep up the act, but the warmth in jude’s eyes made it impossible to stay annoyed. “maybe i do,” she admitted, letting a small smile slip. “but that doesn’t mean you get to be take me out of work all the time to seduce me.”

jude chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “just trust me on this one. it’s not what you think. you’re gonna love the surprise.” he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “and if you don’t, i’ll make it up to you later.”

“trust me, it’s worth it,” jude said, his grin widening as he squeezed her hand. “and besides, i promise it’s not what you’re thinking.” he shot her a wink that made her heart skip a beat, leaving her wondering what exactly he had in store.

as they made their way through the facility, y/n couldn’t ignore the way jude’s excitement seemed to bubble over. his energy was infectious, and despite her nerves, she found herself smiling, caught up in his enthusiasm. every so often, he’d glance back at her, his eyes twinkling with an affection that warmed her from the inside out.

finally, they reached the parking lot, and y/n’s heart leapt into her throat when she saw the group waiting for them. jude’s family—his mom, denise, his dad, mark, and his brother, jobe, who towered over the others but shared jude’s striking features—stood there, their faces lit up with welcoming smiles.

“here we are,” jude said softly, his hand still intertwined with hers as he led her toward them, the warmth of his touch steadying her nerves.

y/n felt a pang of shyness as she approached, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that she was still wearing the club’s training kit—a simple shirt and shorts—which now felt completely inadequate in the presence of jude’s family. she glanced nervously at jude, searching his face for any sign that he’d noticed her discomfort.

“I am back,” jude said, his voice full of warmth as he introduced her. “this is y/n. my girlfriend.”

her heart nearly stopped at the word, and she glanced up at jude, her eyes wide with surprise. he’d never called her that before—at least, not out loud. but hearing him say it now, with such ease and confidence, made something in her chest tighten.

denise’s eyes sparkled with genuine warmth as she stepped forward, pulling y/n into a hug. “hi, y/n. i’m denise. it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

y/n managed a shy smile, feeling a little overwhelmed by the woman’s kindness. “hi, mrs. bellingham, it’s nice to meet you too.”

jobe, with a grin that was all too familiar, gave her a playful nudge. “so, you’re the one jude’s been talking about. he’s been going on about you none stop, hasn’t he?”

y/n felt her face warm at the playful tease, and she glanced at jude, who was blushing slightly. “i guess you could say that,” she said, trying to sound casual even as her heart raced.

mark extended his hand with a welcoming smile. “nice to meet you, y/n. we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“nice to meet you too, mr. bellingham,” y/n said, shaking his hand. “and mrs. bellingham, of course.”

denise chuckled softly. “oh, please, just call me denise. we’re not formal around here.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she looked down at her feet. “i’m sorry, but my mom would have a fit if i called anyone but ‘auntie.’ it’s a cultural thing.”

denise laughed heartily, pulling y/n back into a hug. “well, then ‘auntie’ it is. i’m happy to have you as part of the family.”

jude’s face lit up with pride as he looked between y/n and his family, his heart swelling with a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time. “let’s head to a nearby café. i’m buying everyone coffee.”

as they walked to the café, the chatter was light and filled with laughter. y/n felt herself slowly relaxing, her initial anxiety fading away as jude’s family made her feel welcome. denise’s warmth, mark’s easygoing nature, and jobe’s playful jabs made her feel like she was already a part of their world.

as they settled at a table, jude reached for y/n’s hand under the table, his fingers brushing against hers with a gentle caress that sent a shiver through her. she glanced at him, her heart fluttering at the tenderness in his touch.

“don’t worry about them,” jude murmured softly, his voice low and soothing. “they’re great, really.”

y/n tried to muster a smile, but her anxiety was still there, gnawing at the edges of her composure. “i just want to make a good impression.”

jude’s eyes softened as he looked at her, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “you’re doing amazing. they’ll like you as much as i do.” his words were so sincere, so full of warmth, that y/n felt her heart skip a beat.

as their conversation continued, jude couldn’t help but steal glances at y/n, his gaze filled with affection. he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “you look stunning, by the way. even in that kit, you’re the most beautiful person in the room.”

y/n’s heart raced at his words, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer sun streaming in through the windows. “stop, you’re going to make me blush.”

jude’s playful pout returned as he tried to pull her closer, his hand sliding to the small of her back, the touch possessive but comforting. “come on, just one kiss,” jude pleaded softly, his eyes shining with a mix of mischief and tenderness that made y/n’s resolve weaken.

y/n glanced around at his family, who were absorbed in their own conversation, and sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist him for much longer. “okay, but only for a moment.”

jude’s face brightened as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss. y/n melted against him, feeling a rush of warmth and love as he pulled her closer, his hand cradling her face with a gentleness that made her heart ache. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were soft, filled with a quiet adoration that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

“see? not so bad, right?” jude said softly, his voice low and intimate, as if the moment they’d just shared was something precious, meant only for them.

y/n smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection. “you’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“and you love me for it,” jude said with a grin, his heart swelling with an emotion he was only just beginning to understand.

as they finished their coffee and prepared to leave, jude’s family expressed their delight at meeting y/n. “we’re really glad to have you with us,” denise said, giving y/n a warm hug. “you’re a perfect match for jude.”

y/n’s heart swelled at the sincerity in her words, a warmth spreading through her chest that made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be. “thank you. i’m really happy to be here.”

when jude walked her back to her car, he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace, his chin resting on top of her head. “i’m really glad they liked you.”

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and affection. “me too. i was so nervous, but they were wonderful.”

jude kissed her forehead, his lips lingering in a soft, loving gesture that made y/n’s heart skip a beat. “you’re going to fit in perfectly with my family. i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

they shared one last, lingering kiss before y/n got into her car, the taste of his lips still lingering on hers as she drove away. jude watched her go, a contented smile on his face, the approval of his family just another step in their journey together. as he turned to head back to his own car, a thought struck him with a clarity that took his breath away: he was in love with her. truly, deeply in love. and as terrifying as that realization was, it was also the most exhilarating thing he’d ever felt. because he knew, in that moment, that he never wanted to let her go.

the early morning light filtered softly through the curtains of jude’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. y/n had woken up a little earlier than usual, slipping out of bed as quietly as she could, careful not to wake jude. she padded softly through the apartment, her bare feet making almost no sound against the cool floor. she couldn’t help but smile as she noticed jude’s shirt hanging off a chair, an old jersey that still carried his scent, and she quickly pulled it over her head. it was oversized, the hem brushing against her thighs, and she felt a small thrill at wearing something so inherently his.

with a quick glance back toward the bedroom to make sure he was still asleep, y/n set about making breakfast. she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, cracking eggs, buttering toast, and brewing a pot of coffee that filled the space with its rich aroma. once everything was ready, she carefully arranged it all on a tray, adding a small vase with a single flower she’d found on the windowsill, just for an extra touch.

y/n set the tray on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, leaning down to press soft kisses along his jawline, her lips grazing his stubbled skin. “wake up, mi amor,” she whispered, her voice sweet and coaxing as she continued her trail of kisses over his bare skin.

“mmm, i could get used to this,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. his gaze drifted down to the tray she was holding, and his smile widened. “breakfast in bed? you’re spoiling me, baby.”

“you should,” y/n teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment longer. “breakfast in bed could be a regular thing, but only if you behave.”

as jude started to eat, y/n perched on the edge of the bed, watching him with a fond smile. “just don’t get into any more fights today, okay? you’ve got enough on your plate without adding a black eye to the mix.”

he glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “me? fight? never.”

y/n rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her foot. “don’t play innocent with me, jude. i’ve seen you out there, always getting in someone’s face. just remember, i’m the only one who gets to do that now.”

jude grinned, reaching out to pull her closer, his hand slipping under the hem of the jersey she wore, fingers brushing lightly against her thigh. “oh, i know, baby. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

y/n looked at her boyfriend and couldn't resist scolding him a little more, her tone playful but firm. “and seriously, jude, no more fighting on the pitch today. i mean it. you might think it’s all fun and games, but i’m the one who has to patch you up afterward.”

jude smirked, leaning back against the pillows, his eyes glinting with mischief. “i love it when you’re bossy, baby. it really turns me on, you know.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up. “oh, please,” she said, her tone light as she reached out, gently turning his face away from her with two fingers, like she was playfully dismissing his flirting. “stop trying to charm me this early in the morning. eat your breakfast.”

jude chuckled, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. “i’m serious. you’ve got this whole ‘no-nonsense, take-charge’ thing going on, and it drives me wild.”

she shook her head, still laughing softly, but her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and affection. “you’re impossible, jude.”

“yeah, but you love it,” he teased, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur.

“maybe i do,” she admitted, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips, “but don’t let it go to your head, bellingham.”

jude grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. “too late for that, baby. you’re already stuck with me.”

they fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes easily to people who know each other well. jude continued eating, but his gaze kept drifting back to her, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there with him, like this. after a few minutes, he set the tray aside and turned his attention fully to her.

“do you remember that time i was sick, and you took care of me?” jude asked suddenly, his tone thoughtful.

y/n blinked, surprised by the question. “of course i do. you were a mess, all grumpy and feverish.”

he smiled, a little sheepishly. “yeah, i was. but you were amazing. i remember you calling me ‘amor’ when you thought i was too out of it to notice. it was the first time i’d heard you say it, and it just… it stuck with me. i liked you before that, a lot, but that day… i don’t know, it felt like i got to see a part of you i hadn’t before. it made me realize how kind-hearted you are, how much you care.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, her heart skipping a beat at his words. “i… i didn’t know you remembered that.”

jude reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. “how could i forget? it was one of the moments that made me fall for you, even if i didn’t fully understand it at the time.”

her breath caught in her throat, the weight of his confession making her chest tighten with emotion. she didn’t know how to respond, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his gaze, the sincerity in his voice. before she could find the words, jude leaned in, his forehead resting against hers.

“y/n, i…” he started, his voice thick with emotion, but before he could finish, her phone buzzed loudly from the bedside table, shattering the moment.

they both jumped slightly at the sound, and y/n groaned softly, reaching over to grab her phone. “sorry, i should get this,” she murmured, her heart still racing.

jude nodded, his expression a mix of frustration and understanding. “yeah, of course.”

as she answered the call, jude leaned back against the pillows, watching her with a thoughtful look. the words he hadn’t said hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning.

as she hung up, y/n turned back to him, her expression apologetic. “i have to go in early today. there’s been a last-minute change in the schedule.”

jude nodded, but the disappointment was clear in his eyes. “of course, work comes first.”

she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “we’ll continue this later, okay?”

he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, baby.”

as y/n quickly got ready, jude watched her with a mix of affection and longing. the words he’d almost said echoed in his mind, and he knew with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified him that he was falling in love with her. he just hoped that when the time came to tell her, he’d be able to find the right moment, the right words, to let her know how much she meant to him.

but for now, all he could do was wait, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings.

the stadium was alive with energy, the crowd’s cheers reverberating through the air as the match pressed on. y/n sat in the locker room, focused on treating a player with a minor injury, but her mind kept drifting back to this morning. waking up next to jude, the way his sleepy smile lit up his face when she kissed him awake, and the easy domesticity of making him breakfast in bed—all of it swirled in her thoughts. she had never felt so content, so utterly wrapped up in someone, and it scared her to realize that she was in love with him.

her hands worked automatically, applying bandages and checking vitals, but her heart was still with jude. every moment they’d shared replayed in her mind—the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, how he always found some way to touch her, whether it was holding her hand, brushing her hair back, or resting his head in her lap. the thought hit her like a tidal wave: she loved him. she loved him with a depth she hadn’t expected, a depth that terrified her.

but before she could fully process the revelation, the sound of hurried footsteps and urgent voices tore through her thoughts. the door to the locker room burst open, and an assistant coach appeared, his face pale and strained with worry.

“y/n,” he called out, his voice tight, “it’s jude. he’s down.”

her heart seized, the words slamming into her with brutal force. “what? where is he?”

“they’re bringing him in now,” the coach replied, the grimness in his tone sending chills down her spine.

y/n’s mind spun, fear clawing at her insides as she hastily finished with the player in front of her. she tried to keep her composure, but the thought of jude hurt, of him lying on the ground in pain, made her chest tighten with panic.

as she rushed toward the medical area, every step felt heavy, the hallway stretching out endlessly before her. the sound of the crowd outside became a distant roar, replaced by the deafening beat of her own heart. she had to stay professional, had to keep it together, but all she wanted to do was run to him, to see for herself that he was okay.

when she rounded the corner, she saw them—jude being carried in on a stretcher, his face ashen, twisted in agony. her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her blurred. she wanted to cry out, to push through the medics and throw her arms around him, but she knew she couldn’t. not yet. she had to be strong, had to do her job.

the head physio and the medical team quickly surrounded jude, their movements efficient and precise. y/n hovered on the edge, her eyes locked on jude’s face. their gazes met, and in his eyes, she saw the same fear, the same unspoken connection that had been building between them for weeks. he looked at her, and despite the pain etched across his features, there was something else—something that made her heart clench even tighter. 

before she could decipher the look in his eyes, they were moving him again, carrying him toward the treatment area. y/n followed, her pulse pounding as she trailed behind, fear gnawing at her with every step. she couldn’t lose him—not now, not when she was finally beginning to understand just how much he meant to her.

as the door to the medical room swung shut behind them, blocking her from jude’s side, y/n stood frozen in place, a silent promise echoing in her mind. whatever happened next, she would be there for him. she would fight for him, just like she knew he would fight for her.

but the fear lingered, a dark cloud in the pit of her stomach. she didn’t know what was coming, didn’t know if jude would be okay, and the uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to give way beneath her.

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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...”

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Why Are You Doing This To Me?! (Jude Bellingham)

A/N: guys im way too proud of this one. so much angst so much heartbreak. gaslighter!jude so much fun PLEASE COMMENT ANYTHING I LOVE READING THEM

As my birthday approached, I clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be different. I planned a special dinner for just the two of us, maybe a chance to reconnect and rediscover the love Jude and I had lost over the past 5 years. I was there for him at his worst at Dortmund, and now his best at Madrid, but as the hours ticked by and Jude failed to show, any remaining hope turned to despair. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I blew out the candles to my homemade chocolate cake, as per Jude’s request, alone, the flickering flames a cruel reflection of my shattered dreams.

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I sat on the edge of Jude and I’s bed, my fingers tracing aimless patterns on the wrinkled sheets beneath me. The clock on the bedside table mocked me with each passing second, a cruel reminder of Jude's absence. He had been drifting further away with each passing day, lost in the shitty late-nights with his friends. Our once vibrant relationship had begun to crumble, leaving me alone to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart.

I had given everything up for Jude. I left everything I knew to come to Dortmund to be with him. I gave up scholarships to end up going to a shitty college in a country where I knew no one, but I never complained, because I was with the love of my life. A few years in, I had finally settled down, but Jude decided he was too good for Germany, so he made the move to Madrid with not a thought about me. He wouldn't hesitate to leave me behind if I didn’t make it work, but being the dumbass I am, I made it work. I moved out here to Madrid with him just for me to see him, if I’m lucky, twice a week, despite living together.

Unable to bear the silence of our empty house any longer, I made the decision. The decision I would regret forever. I went to Jude's regular bar, the place where he often chilled in the company of his friends. Pushing open the door, I was greeted by the familiar scent of stale beer and laughter. But, unexpectedly, Jude was nowhere to be found. My heart started pounding, thinking about the worst possible situations. I scanned the room to see a group of some of Jude’s teammates. I let out a sigh of false relief, suspecting maybe he was using the toilet or something. Desperation clawed at my chest as I approached Vini.

"Vini, have you seen Jude tonight?" I asked the Brazilian, my voice trembling with emotion, hoping and praying that he knew.

His eyes were glassy and unfocused, words slurred from far too many drinks. "Yeah, he left a while ago," he mumbled, pointing vaguely in the direction of the exit. “With someone…” He softly added on softly. “With who?!” I exclaimed. “Just one of his friends, don’t worry.” Luka adds on. “Where’d he go?” I asked, slightly shivering. “I don’t know.” They said, miserably lying. “Please.” I plead, tears in my eyes.

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I heart sank unhealthily deep in my chest as I shoved my phone back into my pocket, the address burning in the forefront of my mind. I started the 30-minute walk to the given location, all sorts of horrible thoughts in my head. Who is this friend? Do I know him? Why would Jude not tell me? Why were the guys keeping it a secret? Is he with another girl? 

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With trembling hands, I pressed the doorbell, my pulse racing with anticipation as if I had run 5 marathons with no break. The door swung open, revealing Jude. He was shirtless, bruises all over his uncovered chest, bruises I didn’t leave. He looked around briefly until his eyes meet my wet ones. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jude asked me, much too surprised for anything innocent, his voice tinged with guilt. Before I got the chance to reply, I heard a voice calling his name from the next room. I heard light footsteps approaching my boyfriend. “Baby, who’s there?” She asked. My heart instantly dropped. Anguish surged through my veins as the truth dawned on her. 

The beautiful woman wearing lacy lingerie and a silk robe places a kiss on the back of Jude’s neck before clinging onto his arm. “Can we help you?” She asked, far too nicely. My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to find my voice. "Who is she?" I whispered, ignoring the girl on Jude’s arm in my place and locking eyes with my ‘boyfriend’, my heart breaking with each and every word

Jude's gaze shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the other girl tightening. "She's just a friend," he insisted, but his words fell on my deaf ears. Her eyes widened as she realized who was standing at her front step.

A torrent of emotions flooded through me as I screamed all sorts of horrid curses at Jude, each accusation tearing at our already fragile bond. “You’re a cheating, lying bastard! All these fucking years I wasted on you, you’re going to throw that all away for this?! And on my fucking birthday?!” I couldn't understand how the man I loved with all my heart could betray me like this, how he could throw away everything we had built together for the sake of a fleeting moment of pleasure.

“Love, you’re hyperventilating. You’ll pass out at this rate. Please come inside.” The woman offers. She sat me down on her couch as I uncontrollably sobbed and screamed at Jude. She disappeared for a moment into her kitchen and came back with a glass of water. 

Our argument echoed through the empty hallway, or should I say my yelling, because Jude had nothing to say. All of my insecurities that Jude has ever reassured bubbled to the surface, fueled by years of my doubt and his neglect. I was small and insignificant. I didn't matter in Jude's eyes anymore. I didn’t matter in anyone’s eyes. 

Jude stepped away from my shaking body to cross paths with his ‘new girl’. I couldn’t hear everything except for something along the lines of: “You’re right, Jude. She’s not well. She needs help.” It sounded sympathetic. I stood up and continued yelling. “You made me seem like I’m fucking crazy! You fucking asshole, you ruined everything! Anybody would go crazy with all the shit you put me through!” The two got startled and came over to comfort me once again. I felt like I was nothing. Nothing but a mentally ill, crazy bitch. I felt like it was all my fault. Maybe Jude wasn’t wrong to cheat on me. “It’s okay, darling. Just breathe.” The girl comforts me. 

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Somewhere along the lines of screaming and crying, I had given out and fallen asleep on my boyfriend’s side chick’s couch. This was probably my lowest point ever. My eyes shot open and the tears fell out once again. I looked around to see no one there. I heard a sweet voice coming from the other room. I went over to see Jude on her bed, head in his hands, and her hugging and comforting him. Jude looked up and immediately shot up. He moved towards me and hugged me. 

"Y/N, let's go home. You’re so exhausted." he said softly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

I hesitated, torn between the desire to lash out at this fucker who broke my heart and the girl he broke it with or the longing for comfort they both were giving me. But in the end, I nodded, allowing Jude to drive me back to our shared house. The journey was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air like a thick fog, my words were all spoken. I laid my head on the window, unable to hold back my tears.

As we entered the house, once called a home, the tension between us was obvious. You could break it with the dullest of knives. I looked at the man I once loved who didn’t hesitate to throw me aside like a broken toy. But to my own surprise, I wasn’t leaving. I always preached about leaving your cheater boyfriends, but I truly had no one else.

"I'm not leaving," I said, my words hanging in the air like a lifeline. “I have nowhere else to go. You’re all I know."

And with those simple words, I thought the fragile remnants of our love were stitched back together, a patchwork of broken promises and shattered dreams, but I was wrong. 

"I have to go, Y/N," Jude's voice broke through the heavy silence, his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

My heart skipped a beat, confusion etched into every line of my face. What is he doing? I’m letting him have his happy ending. What the fuck is happening? "What do you mean?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in pure confusion.

Jude took a deep breath, his gaze filled with sadness and regret. "I'm leaving you, Y/N," he said, each word like a dagger to my heart. "Cassie… she's pregnant. I'm going to be a father, and I’m really happy about it."

The world seemed to spin out of control as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of Jude's betrayal. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at him, unable to find the words to express the depth of my pain. “Jude, I’m giving you what you want here. I’m supposed to be the independent woman and leave you, but I’m not. I’m staying. What the fuck are you doing to me?” I say, sobbing as I try to plead my case. 

“Y/N, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He said, walking into the bedroom to get his pre-packed suitcase, me trailing behind. “Listen, I was planning on doing this anyways. The house is all yours. I don’t need it.” He says, handing me his keys. I looked around at our house, all of his belongings were gone. How did I not notice? “Wait, Jude. Hold on. Why are you doing this to me-” I tried to say as Jude walked out of the room. “You’ll be fine.” He interrupted. He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed my forehead. And like that, he walked out of my life.

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Six years passed in a blur of heartache and longing. I watched helplessly as Jude built a new life with Cassie, our shared house now a distant memory. I thought I would accept it, but I never did. I couldn't change the past, couldn't erase the hurt and betrayal, and I knew that, but it didn’t help. All I could do was move forward, one painful step at a time, but I couldn’t. All of our pictures hung in my apartment, despite selling our house out of desperation. I couldn’t keep a job, always coming to work drunk and miserable, so I needed the money. 

Here I found myself standing outside a church, my heart heavy with sorrow and despair. I received an invitation to Jude's wedding, a cruel reminder of how that sick bastard ruined my life. But as I stepped inside the beautiful venue, my eyes fell on two familiar faces in the crowd.

Jude stood at the altar, his hand intertwined with the woman who ended it all, a big smile playing at the corners of his lips, bigger than when we were ever together. And beside them, a little boy with Jude's dark curly hair and soulful eyes, his resemblance to his father unmistakable. 

My heart hurt and felt heavy at the sight, a bittersweet and horrible mix of sadness and resignation washing over me like a tidal wave. I watched silently as Jude exchanged vows with the other woman, my heart breaking with each promise of love and fidelity. He promised her love, care, attention, and ironically honesty and loyalty. The same things he promised me almost 10 years ago, but here I am. A miserable guest while she’s his wife.

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part fourteen

Warnings: angst, mentions of drugs, alcohol, heartbreak, mentions of unrequited feelings

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: The hope of things getting better gets crushed too soon.

Word count: 6k+

Author note: In the fic, readers dad sang the song 'Hey Jude' by The Beatles. Also shoutout to @mysticmunson who made an article and a cover for a magazine for this fic!

Series Masterlist

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It took a lot of convincing for you to join Eddie and the others for their friends' Christmas. While you got along with all of them and became friends with them quickly, you still felt like you would be intervening. They have been friends for years and you had only joined their group recently. None of them accepted a no from you though, the teens were begging you to come and so were Eddie and Robin. You and Steve haven’t talked since Wednesday night and you began to miss him.

Now you are here, surrounded by your new friends at Robin’s place. Her living room smells like the pine from the Christmas tree, freshly baked cookies and a hint of cinnamon and pumpkin spice from all her candles. 

She has a small apartment but it’s cozy, a bunch of movies and books are all over the place, some are on the shelves, others are piling up on the floor. You checked them out the moment you stepped into her apartment, getting excited over all the horror movies she had collected.  

You finally met Jonathan and his friend from college; Argyle, who pulled you into a conversation right away, enthusiastically asking you questions about the tour. You settled beside him on the couch, quickly forgetting about all the heavy thoughts that lingered in your mind.

Steve kept looking at you all evening, eying you with an unsure look in his eyes, he wanted to talk to you but couldn’t bring himself to, he was too nervous. Even though you told him that you were okay and that everything was fine between you, he didn’t believe it and he still doesn’t. The fear that he messed up completely and broke your trust makes him feel so unbelievably angry with himself. 

He was supposed to be your safe place, the one who protects you from all the pain and yet he hurt you. He knows he did. 

“Hey Dingus,” Robin whispers. She nudges his shoulder and offers him a drink. 

He looks at her and then he looks down at the glass in her hand, eying the beverage. “Eggnog?” He asks, already taking the drink from her hand. 

“Yup.” 

“Cool,” he mumbles. Raising the cup to his lips, he looks back at you as he takes the first sip. You are laughing at something Argyle said, the man beside you looking proud at his jokes. 

Robin stares at him. She pities him, knowing that he likes you and that he is beating himself up for what happened two nights ago. You are not mad at him, you told her that and she told him that but he doesn’t believe it. 

“You should talk to her.” 

“How?” 

“Just talk to her the way you always do,” she mumbles.

“Yeah but how do I approach her?”

“Just like always, like ‘hey honey, can we talk?’” Robin says in a deep voice.

Steve scrunches his face up, furrowing his brows. “I do not sound like that,” he mumbles. 

“Yes, you do.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“Yes, you do!” She exclaims with a teasing look on her face. “You always have that smirk on your face too, flick your hair and put your hand on your hip like a mom.”

“What? I– no!”

She laughs at him, drinking her eggnog and looking behind her best friend’s shoulder with a knowing look on her face. 

“What are you smirking at?” He mumbles, rolling his eyes. 

Robin raises her brows and tilts her chin, gesturing to something behind him. Before he can turn around, he hears your voice. 

“Steve?” 

Suddenly, he feels nervous again, in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. He turns around, trying to force a smile on his face when he looks down at you. He almost expects to see something negative in your eyes, disgust, anger, hate but he finds none of those, he only finds softness in them. 

“Can we talk?” You ask with shyness in your voice, something so unusual for you. 

He nods, eyes softening as he watches you sigh in relief. You take his hand and lead him to the quiet corner in Robin’s living room, you both sit on the window nook.

He doesn’t look at you, not yet. Instead, he looks around the room. Max is talking to Jonathan and Nancy. Argyle is now leaning against the kitchen island, joking around with Eddie and Dustin. The others are on the couch and on the floor, seemingly in a heated conversation about holiday movies.

He feels your eyes on him and he finally turns to face you. You eye him with an apologetic look in your eyes. 

What do you have to feel apologetic for? He is the one who messed up, Steve thinks. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, chuckling.

You nod. 

“Why are you so nice, why are you looking at me like that?” He asks. He feels genuinely confused. You should be angry at him, you shouldn’t be so nice, you shouldn’t look at him like that. 

“I don’t want you to feel bad about what happened, Steve.” 

“We– I messed up,” he mumbles, shaking his head a little as he stares at you with a frown on his face. “You– I didn’t even make sure that you were okay with it–”

“I was okay with it.”

“But I still feel bad.”

“You don’t have to, I promise. I just want to go back to the way things were.” 

“Really?”

“Yes.”

You look at Nancy, the girl that told you about the apparent feelings Steve harbored for you. With a nervous glance and an unsure look on your face, you turn back to him. 

Should you ask him? 

He knows it, he knows that you want to ask something. He can tell by the furrowed brows and the curiosity in your eyes. 

“A-Are we okay?” You ask the questions that you didn’t mean to ask. 

His gaze softens and he finally moves to touch your hand, something he wasn’t sure about at first. 

“Of course, we’re okay, honey.” He pauses, taking a deep breath, he keeps his eyes locked with yours, “but what do you really wanna know?” 

Your eyes widen a little, something that makes him chuckle. 

“Come on, ask what you wanna ask, it’s okay, I won’t be–”

“Do you have feelings for me?” You blurt out in a whisper, already blushing. 

His eyes widen, lips parting and his cheeks grow red. “W-What? Who told you that?” 

You grow nervous, your heart is beginning to race in your chest, you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t want to break his heart, he means too much to you. 

“I– no one,” you whisper, looking down at his hand, “I’m just wondering.” 

A small smile tugs on his lips as he watches you, for someone so tough and confident, you look small and shy, right now. You are worried about him and his feelings, that alone would be enough to mend the pain in his heart if it was there. You don’t want to break his heart. 

He whispers your name and you almost sigh in relief when you don’t hear any pain in his voice. He squeezes your hand, urging you to look at him. You do and meet his eyes again. 

“Listen,” he begins, “I would be lying if I said that I don’t feel something for you but it’s not– I’m not in love with you, I’m not gonna be heartbroken when you leave and when this thing between us will come to an end. I mean, I will be fucking sad,” he chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair, “you and I, we had a really good time, one of the best times of my life, actually. You’ve become one of my best friends and I hope that you won’t forget about me when you leave because I sure as hell will never forget you and our time.” 

You blink, smiling at him, you squeeze his hand the way he did to you. 

“I could never forget you, Steve Harrington.” 

“Never?” 

“Never.” 

You smile at each other, despite what happened and the way you felt the other night, you still feel safe with him. 

“I got used to this,” he smiles, flicking his hand back and forth between the two of you, “having someone to hang out with, I mean other than Robin or the others. You made me realize that I miss having someone, someone to hold and kiss, you know?” 

You nod at his words. You understand it, you feel the same but while he misses having someone in general, you only missed one person and even though you did enjoy the time with him, you still always thought about Eddie. 

“At some point, I convinced myself that I don’t need anyone, that I’m not lucky in that department anyways,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes at himself, “I thought that all I’d ever get is meaningless hookups or just.. heartbreak.” 

You raise your brows, smile turning upside down as you stare at him. He deserves more than that, more than meaningless flings. 

“But then I met you and yeah, we hooked up too but it was also more than that. You showed me that it doesn’t have to be meaningless, that even though we aren’t in a relationship, we can still be something more than just this,” he mumbles, scooting closer to you, he looks down at the rings on your fingers, the ones that he played with when he held your hands, “you never made me feel used. Even when I knew you loved him, you never made me feel like I was a rebound or a thing to play with when you were bored. You never wanted something from me, you were just this sweet girl that wanted to be with me, even if only for a moment.” 

Oh. 

You and him, you are the same in a way. Perhaps this is why you got along so well. 

All your life, you have felt like people wanted or needed something from you. You felt used, still do.

“So uh– I guess what I wanted to say is, thank you,” he smiles, squeezing your hand, “and I’m sorry for what happened that night.” 

You blink, staring into his hazel eyes, you see so much in them. Emotions that you both share. 

Yeah, the night at the trailer was something that left you feeling weird, something that made you feel used and even when it wasn’t what they did, something inside of you was damaged when you let your thoughts get the best of you. Your feelings for either of them haven't changed. You care about Steve and you love Eddie and that is something that will always stay the same. 

Steve mended the pain in your heart after the horrible nights that followed when you found out about Chrissy. He became your friend and something more, there is an energy surrounding the two of you, one that makes you feel safe and comforted. It’s like having a safe haven that you know you can always come back to even after a long long time and you know it will still feel the same. There is nothing romantic about it but it’s nice. 

He is your friend, one that will stay with you forever. You can confidently say that knowing that it’s the truth. 

“Thank you, Steve,” you smile, “you made my life better and you made me happy when I needed it the most.” 

“Come here,” he whispers, opening his arms for you. You smile and lean closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, you hug him and close your eyes. 

“I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone.” 

He hugs you even tighter, sighing sadly, “I’m gonna miss you, rockstar.” 

On the other side of the room, Eddie stands there with a drink in his hand and a scowl on his face as he watches you staying in Steve’s embrace for longer than necessary. Letting the man touch your face after tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Your eyes light up when he says something to you, you laugh and slap his shoulder playfully. 

Do you look at him like that? Do you smile the same way when he talks to you? Do your eyes light up the same way? 

Eddie swallows, his chest feels burdened with jealousy. He feels ridiculous for feeling this way, maybe even a little hypocritical considering he let Steve touch you in a way that was nowhere near friendly but he can’t help it. Anytime another man gets a little too close to you, he gets both angry and insecure but most of all, jealous. 

“Damn, I never saw you look so angry.” 

Eddie snaps his head towards Lucas, who is happily munching on one of the cookies that Nancy made. 

“I’m not angry,” Eddie mutters, angrily. 

Lucas chuckles, nodding, “sure, whatever you say, Eddie. You are totally not jealous over the fact that Steve is kissing her right now.”

“What?” Eddie almost shrieks as he turns to look at you again, heart dropping to his stomach at his words only to find you gone and Steve joining El and Robin in a conversation. 

Clenching his jaw, he turns back to Lucas, “you little shit,” he says through gritted teeth. Lucas only laughs, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. 

“So you are jealous, huh?” 

Rolling his eyes, he only shrugs, “clearly.” 

“You’re so dense, man,” Lucas sighs. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You are dense!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. “She is like literally in love with you and you are over here glaring at her–”

“I did not glare at her!”

“Yes, you did! You looked pretty scary right now, scarier than Henry Creel!” 

“Dude!” 

“It’s the truth!” Lucas mumbles, rolling his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Listen, clearly you have messed up somehow, otherwise you wouldn’t look at each other like kicked puppies, all the damn time. You probably made things worse by trying to make them right ‘cause I know that you can be an idiot sometimes, no offense. But you really gotta man up and fix things before you lose her and trust me, you don’t wanna lose her.” 

Eddie blinks. 

How is this 17 year old boy wiser and smarter than him? 

He is right, he doesn’t want to lose you, ever. The thought of living a life without you makes him sick. Even if you never give him a chance again, he still wants you in his life, even if he’ll only get to love you from afar. 

You breathe in the cold air, closing your eyes, you lean back against the concrete wall. The wind is harsh tonight as the snow falls. You wonder if there is a storm brewing, beside the one inside of you. 

You are overstimulated by all the emotions running through you. 

Confusion. Sadness. Insecurities. Anger. Exhaustion. Heartbreak. 

The conversation with Chrissy left you with nothing but confusion, just like Eddie’s and Steve’s actions did. 

The days leading closer to Christmas and to your Dad’s death anniversary leaves you with sadness, too much of it. 

Your many insecurities have always been there but they have never been as intense as they are now. Despite Eddie’s words, Robin’s words or even Chrissy’s words, you can’t help but fear that Eddie doesn’t care about you in the same way you do for him. So far, things have only ever been physical between you two, at least from his side. 

Before Eddie, you had never felt an emotional connection to anyone else, you have never loved anyone romantically, you have never felt all of this for another person. You were scared of these feelings, of falling in love only to end up heartbroken. 

You were scared of falling in love with the wrong person. Though despite everything that happened, Eddie could never be the wrong person, even if he continues to put you through pain, you will never regret loving him. 

He is your person, even if you aren’t his. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

You open your eyes and turn to see Max approaching you, even in the darkness, you can see the concern in her eyes as she looks at you. 

You smile at her and nod your head, “yes, I’m okay.” 

She doesn’t look convinced, raising her brows, she crosses her arms over her chest as she pulls her jacket tighter around her body to shield herself from the cold wind. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” you mumble with uncertainty in your voice. 

She takes a moment to think about her words as she looks into your eyes as though she tries to figure you out. 

“Is this too much for you?” She asks, “I mean the whole Christmas party.” 

She doesn’t have to spell it out for you to know what she actually means by her question. 

“No, I actually like it,” you smile, “I’m just not used to it, I haven’t celebrated Christmas in years.” 

Because what was there to celebrate after he died that day? 

“Honestly? I hate Christmas,” Max admits with a sigh and an eye roll, causing you to chuckle. 

“Really?” 

Her eyes widen as she nods, “yeah because even though my mom left my step dad, she still insists on spending holidays with him and Billy.” 

“Billy?” 

“My step brother who is a major asshole.” 

“Oh no,” you mumble with a scowl on your face. 

“Yeah, he is horrible and he always makes sure to make me feel horrible, especially during holidays, so I really just can’t wait for it to be over.” 

“I get it. I feel the same way,” you admit, “but I’m sorry about him, fuck that guy.” 

She chuckles at your words, “yeah, fuck that guy.” 

“What about your dad?” You ask. 

Her eyes light up and a smile appears on her face. “Oh, my dad is amazing, I don’t see him very often but he calls all the time. Lucas and I are going to visit him over the summer, he lives in California.” 

“That sounds nice,” you smile, “I hope you’ll have the best summer before you both go to college.” 

“I’m sure we will,” she smiles, “but back to you, what are you doing tomorrow?” 

“Oh umm.. I think that I will relax in my motel room,” you chuckle. 

You are not looking forward to tomorrow or the day after at all. No matter what you do, no matter how much you try to distract yourself, it doesn’t work, it never works. This day always brings you back to that horrible night.

“Alone?” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna get ready for tour, we’re leaving next week.” 

“You can’t spend Christmas by yourself,” she frowns. 

“I always spend Christmas by myself.” 

“You shouldn’t, that’s sad.” Especially because of your dad, she wants to add but doesn’t. “I’d invite you to spend it with us but I don’t think that you want to meet Billy,” she rolls her eyes, “did Eddie not invite you?” 

No. He didn’t. Eddie didn’t invite you. Steve did but he didn’t. 

Maybe he doesn’t want you around. Christmas is a holiday that you spend with your loved ones, not ones you keep around because you like the way they make you feel, because you like touching them. 

You shake your head. 

“What?” 

“Uh no, he uh– he didn’t invite me,” you mumble as the sadness begins to take hold of you, “which is fine, that’s a day you gotta spend with your family or with people you love. Eddie and I are just friends.” 

She furrows her brows in confusion. She opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it again. You feel overwhelmed, just like you did minutes before you left the apartment. She could see the way you put on a mask, the way you smiled at Steve and laughed along to his jokes despite the pain in your eyes, you are good at hiding your emotions and so is she, that’s why she could see right through you. 

“It’s getting late, I think I’m gonna go,” you mumble, blinking away the tears that start to well up in your eyes. 

“Do you want me to get Steve, so he can drive you?” She asks even though she already knows that you will say no. You want to be alone. 

“No,” you shake your head, forcing a smile on your face, “it’s just a short walk, I’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, thank you for tonight, the party was nice.” 

“You don’t have to thank us, you’re our friend now,” she smiles.

Her words warm your heart a little.

You give her a hug before you leave, telling her to enjoy the rest of the party before you walk away but then you make the abrupt decision to go the other way after Max goes back inside. The thought of being all alone in the quiet room makes you feel sick but going back to the party isn’t an option either. You need some time alone, a good drink and some music. 

That’s how you find yourself sitting at the bar you performed in this Tuesday. Ordering yourself a drink and opting to watch the people around you. 

Your eyes lock with blue ones, the ones that were stuck on you all night ever since you walked inside the hideout.

His hair is blond, a little messy. He has tattoos on his left arm, a dark look on his face and a smirk tugs at his lips when you don’t look away from him. He is attractive. If you weren’t so hung up on a man that probably only wants to fuck you, you would be over there flirting with this stranger already. 

You look away, running your fingers through your hair, you sigh. 

You’re a mess, a complicated mess with too many trust issues and feelings. You keep changing your mind about everything, your thoughts are running wild, making you feel as though you are going crazy. Everything that ever hurt you, keeps repeating itself in your head and you wish that your thoughts would just shut up. 

That the pain could just stop. 

Will it ever stop?

“Hey.” 

You already know who it is before you even turn around to face the man. 

“Hi.”

He smirks at you, eying you up and down before he looks at the seat next to you, “can I sit here?” 

“If you give me your name,” you say with raised brows. 

He licks his lips, chuckling, he holds his hand out to you, “I’m Henry.” 

Oh my god. 

“Henry,” you mumble, a smirk tugging at your lips. You assume that he must be the Henry Creel, the one that everyone kept mentioning, you expected him to look scary but there is not a single thing scary about him, well– maybe the look in his eyes is but you don’t care. 

You give him your name and watch as he takes the seat next to you. 

“I know who you are,” he chuckles, “you’re all over the television.” 

His voice is raspy and he looks deep into your eyes. 

“Yeah, do you want an autograph?” You joke. 

“No, I think I’d rather talk to you.”

“What if I don’t want to talk?” 

“Then I’ll leave,” he shrugs, “do you want me to leave?”

You tear your eyes away from him and look down at your drink, sloshing the dark liquid around, you down the rest of it, slamming the glass on the table. You call the bartender over, “can I get another one?” 

The bartender, a middle aged man with the name tag Tom, nods at you, reaching for your glass. 

“Actually make it two,” you request as you look back at Henry whose eyes light up. 

With the way he has been making eyes at you all night, you expected him to be flirting with you but instead you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with the man that your friends have warned you about. 

The only thing creepy about him is his obsession with spiders and zombies but he is probably just a really big fan of horror. He even has a big spider tattoo on his wrist. 

You find out that he lives alone in a big house, he stayed behind after his family left Hawkins but he works as a tattoo artist in a different town. 

The whole time he is talking to you, you nod along and listen. Leaning your elbow against the table, you cup your cheek and stare at him, wondering what gave him such a bad reputation. 

Hours go by and you knock back one drink after the other, letting the alcohol flood your system. You needed this. A distraction. To feel careless and free of your thoughts. Who would’ve thought that a talk with a stranger and a few drinks would make you feel better? 

“You are nice,” you slur, furrowing your brows. 

“Why wouldn’t I be nice?” 

“People say you’re dangerous and scary.” 

He chuckles at your words, “maybe I am dangerous and scary.” 

You shake your head, laughing, “no, I’ve met dangerous people before, you’re not dangerous. You just have that mean look on your face,” you mumble as you point to his eyes, “and your obsession with spiders makes you seem scary but you probably just want to be spiderman– hey, have you ever been to New York? You should go there but don’t have your first kiss there with someone you love or it’ll all go downhill,” you ramble carelessly. 

You don’t see the way he raises his brows in surprise, you are too drunk to notice anything at this point. Getting more and more dizzy and tired. 

“I fell in love with this– this guy who had a girlfriend but I didn’t know about her until she surprised him and then I got all heartbroken and we got into a lot of fights and blah blah,” you roll your eyes, “then I fucked his friend.” 

“Oh,” Henry mumbles, looking surprised. 

“Yeah and he got jealous. He got all pissed at me because I fucked his friend! He had a girlfriend! He had no right to be jealous, right?” 

“Totally not.” 

“But then he wanted to fuck me with his friend, how fucking stupid is that?” 

“Wait what–”

“I hate men, they are so dumb– no offense.” 

“None taken, you’re right.” 

“I know, I’m always right.” 

He chuckles as he looks down at you. 

You run your fingers through your messy hair, trying to sit straight. 

“I think I need another drink–”

“No, I really think you don’t,” he says, pushing the half empty glass away from you, “you’ve had enough. You should go home.” 

You tilt your head, squinting your eyes as you turn to look at him, “no, I don’t.” 

“The bar is closing soon.” 

“Oh,” you frown, “well, it was nice to meet you,” you mumble, jumping off the chair, your knees buckle and you almost fall to the ground if it wasn’t for him holding you up, “whoa, you okay?” He chuckles. 

A small laugh leaves your lips, you nod, “yeah, thanks,” you mumble, blinking, you feel yourself getting dizzy, “I think I had too much.” You stumble into his chest, “you smell good, is that Dior?” 

He chuckles again, placing his hands on your waist, he pushes you back a little. 

“Do you need some water–” 

“Hey! Get your hands off of her!” 

You look behind him, to see Eddie walking towards you with an angry and worried look in his eyes. 

“Oh no,” you mumble as a wave of sickness rushes through you, “there is the guy.” 

Eddie can’t believe it. He was sick with worry, searching for you everywhere after finding your motel room dark and empty. Here you are, getting cozy with Henry fucking Creel.

“What the fuck, y/n?” He mutters angrily as he stops in front of you, he reaches for you, pulling you away from Henry, he looks down at you, “I was worried about you!” 

“Why?” You slur, looking up into his dark eyes, “I’m fine, just hanging out with spiderman.”

He scrunches his face up, the smell of whiskey hits him. The red rimmed eyes and your drowsy state makes him even more worried. He cups your cheeks. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, “how much did you have?” 

You slap his hands away, “stop acting like my dad, you’re not my dad. My dad is dead.” 

Eddie frowns at your words. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Eddie–”

“You’re getting drunk with strangers now?” 

“Henry is my friend, he’s gonna give me a tattoo, right Henry?” 

Henry shrugs, “yeah sure.” 

“Or maybe some nipple piercings,” you smirk. 

“What the fuck,” Eddie mumbles. 

“Yeah, what the fuck, Eddie? Did you know that he is a tattoo artist and not some scary serial killer?”

He rolls his eyes at you, taking your hand, he squeezes it softly, “come on, I’ll take you home.”

To his surprise, you don’t protest. He grabs your coat and wraps it around your shoulders before he leads you out. He mutters something under his breath as you step into the darkness. Suddenly, you start giggling causing him to get even more irritated. 

You lean against the wall, almost stumbling to the ground again but Eddie holds your waist tightly. 

“What the fuck is so funny to you?” 

You look at the frown on his face, his eye is twitching and his cheeks are red. He is mad. 

“Get your hands off of her,” you imitate him with a low voice, “are you worried that someone else will use me for my body? I-I mean, that’s all I am to you, a body, right?”

“What?” He scoffs. 

“I’m just a body– a thing to you,” you slur, “that’s what you called me, a pretty little thing, that’s what you called me that one night on the tour bus. And that’s all you ever want me for. You always just wanna touch me and kiss me, otherwise I’m not interesting to you.” 

“What?” Eddie repeats, though he doesn’t sound shocked or angry now, just sad. 

“Can you bring me home– no, wait,” you giggle again, “I don’t have a home.” 

Eddie stares at you with tears in his eyes. Right here, right now, he realizes just how hurt you really are. Despite your laugh and the carefree act you put on, it’s so clear to him that you are in pain and it breaks his heart. 

“I’m a wreck,” you say, running your hand down your face, “man, I’m so annoying.” 

He shakes his head, stepping towards you, he cups your cheeks. Getting angry at himself for making you feel this way about yourself. 

“You’re not a wreck and you are not annoying, Sweetheart and you’re not some thing to me. You’re my girl, my best friend, okay?” 

Your glossy eyes widen at his words. 

“Best friend?” You whisper. 

“Yeah, you are my everything. I’m an idiot, a really big one. I know I made mistakes, too many of them but I can prove you wrong, I can show you that you are more to me than what you think.”

“Please?” You whisper with hope in your eyes. 

“I will prove it to you,” he says softly, leaning down, he presses his lips to your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss, “I won’t touch you unless you tell me to. We can start over, okay?” 

You nod. 

He pulls you into his arms and hugs you tightly. You breathe his scent in, a sense of comfort washing over you. You close your eyes and lay your head on his chest. 

“I can be your home.” 

“Really?” You mumble into his chest as the exhaustion takes over you again. 

“Yes baby,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair, “and please don’t ever hang out with Henry again–”

“Henry is nice.” 

“No, he really isn’t,” Eddie mumbles in annoyance. 

“Yes, he is, he is a sweet boy.” 

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs. 

“Let’s get you to bed, Sweetheart.” 

He brings you back to the motel room, taking your clothes off and replacing them with comfortable ones. He takes your makeup off and brushes your hair while you brush your teeth. Eddie loves taking care of you, it’s something he never told you before but he does. 

Before you, he hated being responsible for others, he didn’t like taking care of other people but it’s different with you. 

He manages to convince you to drink a glass of water, hoping that it will make you feel less bad in the morning but neither that or the advil help you. You wake up with a pounding head.  

Groaning in pain, you open your eyes, feeling thankful for the closed curtains. 

You sit up, burying your face in your hands. You haven’t felt this way in a long time. You don’t drink much, ever. Hangovers are the absolute worst, that’s why you keep it light with the drinks, usually. 

You force yourself out of bed, you read the clock, 12:00 pm.

“Jesus,” you mumble. It’s unusual for you to sleep this long. 

You find a note and a full water bottle, along with some painkillers on the nightstand. 

Please eat something when you wake up and call me.

-Eddie.

You don’t think that you will get anything down right now or today in general. 

You don’t call him right away, opting for a shower instead, hoping that it will wake you up and make you feel better. You grab some fresh clothes before walking into the bathroom. Turning the water on, you start taking your clothes off. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Frowning at the puffy eyes and the circles beneath them. 

“Wreck,” you mumble to yourself, rolling your eyes, you turn away and step into the shower.

You close your eyes when the warm water touches your skin. You stand there for a couple of minutes before you begin to wash your hair and your body. You don’t think of anything yet, too focused on the headache and your craving for coffee. 

You take your time getting ready. You put lotion on your body, style your hair and put makeup on your face, hoping that it’ll make you look less exhausted. You pick out a warm sweater and some dark jeans.

The weight on your shoulder is heavy but some of it was lifted last night after your conversation with Steve and Eddie. 

I can be your home

We can start over

Start over. Yes, you both can start over. You can start over. Things don’t have to be this way. You don’t have to be broken and insecure. You can be more than that. You can be okay. 

You are surprised by the amount of snow that fell overnight. All the trees and all the streets are covered in snow and it's icy cold outside. 

You were meaning to go to the store but it’s too far away to walk in this cold so you stop by the gas station instead, hoping to get a hot drink and a few snacks here. 

You greet the very bored looking cashier as you walk inside. Last Christmas by Wham is playing on the radio. The only Christmas song you’ll ever tolerate. 

You walk past the drinks and the magazines when something catches your eye. 

The warmth that the store provided you only lasted for a moment. Your blood runs cold and your heart drops to your stomach when your eyes fall on the cover of one of the magazines. 

“What the fuck,” you whisper as you feel yourself getting sick already. 

A picture of your dad is on the cover of one of the magazines. You step closer, ignoring the pounding of your heart. With shaky hands, you reach towards it. Eyes filled with shock as you read the lines on the cover. 

HOLIDAY HEARTBREAK

BELOVED LEGEND DIED OF DRUG OVERDOSE, NOT MEDICAL CONDITION. AN INSIDE SCOOP INTO THE MAN WE THOUGHT WE KNEW. 

“No….” You whisper with tears in your eyes. 

You rush towards the counter with the magazine in your hand, slamming a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

“Hey, that’s too much!” The teen says to you as he looks at you in confusion. 

“Keep the change,” you mumble as you leave the store. Not even caring about the cold anymore, walk towards the bench on the sidewalk. Sitting down, you flip through the pages. 

Breathing heavily, you try to see through the blurry vision in your eyes as you begin to read the article. Your hands are shaking, you feel like throwing up as the bile in your throat rises. 

The Hey Jude singer secretly battled a drug addiction before being found by his daughter on Christmas. Is she following in his footsteps? 

You don’t even feel your heart racing any longer, you don’t feel any anger. 

You read the rest of it, only growing more scared and confused. 

Mentions of your apparent drug addiction only make you feel even sicker. 

“What the fuck..” 

You stare at it for the longest time, not knowing how to actually feel. Tears begin to stream down your face and you have to hold yourself together to keep yourself from sobbing. How do they know? How did this happen? Who talked? Who said all these horrible things about you?

You sniffle, closing the magazine, you get up. 

You never wanted this, you never wanted them to know about what happened to him. 

They waited for this day to publish this stupid magazine. You clench your jaw, looking up into the sky, you close your eyes. The pain and the anger and everything else begins to fade into numbness. 

You don’t even think about what will happen next but you know that the rest of the tour will be hell for you. 

Ever since he died, you have hated this day but now you despise it. 

His name is ruined and so is yours. 

You walk over to the telephone booth, throwing a coin into the phone box, you dial the number, already knowing that you are making a huge mistake. This person never gave you an ounce of comfort in your life and yet, you call her. 

You have never felt so low. 

You hold the receiver tightly in your shaky hand, ignoring the tears that stream down your face. 

“Hello?” 

“Mom?” 

The line goes silent and you are afraid that she hung up the phone. 

“Mom, are you there?” You ask, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. 

She says your name, almost regretfully. 

“Did you see?” You ask as you look down at the magazine. 

“See what, y/n?” 

“The article?” 

“Yes.” 

Her voice is monotone, strict. She doesn’t care, she never did and it hurts you more than ever today. 

“C-Can I see you?” You ask with a shaky voice. 

She sighs and you already know what that means. 

“Listen, I gotta go–”

“Mom, please,” you beg.

The line is silent for another few seconds. Your heart is racing, your bottom lip is trembling as your body is shaking, not from the cold but from the fear. 

“I need you.” 

She doesn’t say anything but she hangs up the phone, leaving you alone once again. 

You close your eyes as you place the receiver back in place, wiping your tears away, you hold the magazine tightly against your chest as you leave the booth. 

How much worse will it get? 

“Y/n?”

You look up, not caring about the tears on your face and the ones that are welling up in your eyes again. Even through your blurry vision, you recognize him. 

“H-Hi,” you mumble, trying to keep yourself from crying. 

He eyes you with concern in his eyes, holding the keys to his truck, he puts them inside of his pocket as he walks towards you. 

“Are you okay, kid?” He asks. 

You blink, trying to come up with words, trying to come up with a lie but you can’t, not right now. 

You shake your head, “no,” you whisper, unable to stop the sob from escaping. 

Wayne sighs deeply, a sad look taking over his features, he steps closer to you.

“Come here, darling,” he says as he opens his arms, pulling you into his embrace. He rubs your back softly, holding you as you cry. 

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 15 His POV

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

It seemed like there could never be peace in this world.

Elbert: …

Roger: Yo, El. Have you seen the ‘lil lady around? I wanted to get her to do some work for me, but haven’t seen her for a while.

Elbert: Roger. Listen to me calmly.

It’s possible that Kate was kidnapped.

—In an instant, all sounds ceased.

Roger: Kate? What do you mean?

Ellis: What you just said, is it true…?

I turned around and saw Jude and Ellis who had just come back from work.

Jude: The princess got kidnapped? By who?

Elbert: I’m not sure. Earlier in the garden, a coachman came up to me looking terribly disturbed.

He said that he dropped Kate off not far from the cemetery, but no matter how long he waited, she never came back.

He went to go look for her, but only found Ale.

Here, he gave me this.

He handed me a piece of paper with “I’ll be back soon” written in Kate’s handwriting.

Ellis: Kate wanted to go leave flowers on the grave of the Cursed One who passed a few days ago.

She said she’d take a carriage and be back before sundown, so she’d be fine.

Jude: That’s Saint Cemetery. Got a road so narrow that carriages pass through.

Somethin’ must’ve the moment she got out.

Elbert: We don’t know what happened, but we can’t waste any time. What do we do, Roger?

If Kate never comes back.

If I never hear her voice or see her smile again, I…

Elbert: …Roger?

Elbert waved his hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

Roger: …

Ellis: Roger, are you okay?

Roger: Yeah…sorry. Just…a little shaken.

Elbert and Ellis: …(°ロ°)

I was having some trouble processing my emotions, confused.

(I’ve had these feelings before, not once)

I took a deep breath to calm myself, eyes now focused.

Roger: This likely has something to do with the recent incidents.

Let’s tell Victor first and then gather the rest of Crown.

--

When news of Kate’s disappearance broke, all of Crown assembled.

It was determined that it was highly likely Kate was involved in the incidents targeting young people.

Based on where the victims had gone missing, possible bases were identified.We split into four teams and set out to search each location.

--

Paired up with Jude, I ran down to the basement to get my hunting rifle.

—But, when the spare bullets tumbled out of my hand, I realized that for the first time, I was still shaken up.

(...Damn it, I need to calm down)

Since joining Crown, I’ve gone through hell so many times.

I’ve witnessed many deaths.

Death wasn’t something I was afraid of. Since I’ve been surrounded by it, I’ve grown used to it.

…Still.

(I think I'm afraid of losing her)

(I think she’s the only one I can’t afford to lose)

(There’s a reason why only one person was an “exception”)

Suddenly, some notes on my desk caught my attention. They were notes that Kate would occasionally leave.

~~

—Roger, I’ve left some food for you. If you don’t eat properly, I’m going to scold you later!

—Roger, do you want to go on a walk together this evening? Come find me when you’re done with work.

Roger, Roger, Roger…

~~

I had always believed that romantic love didn’t exist in this world.

I thought that what people called romantic love was just a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.

However, I already knew why my emotions were in a disarray without rhyme or reason.

(Ah, so that’s it)

(Looks like the lil’ lady’s already taught me about romantic love after all)

(Does she feel the most special to me?)

“I won’t despair”——Those words that she threw out into the world drew me toward her.

“I want to be strong”——I was charmed by that earnest, hardworking gaze.

“I want you to like me”——I was hit with an ardent emotion that burned my heart.

(...Damn it, I’m not gonna let you get away after teaching me these annoying feelings)

I strapped my rifle to my back and pocketed the bullets. 

An unprecedented passion seethes in my chest.

Roger: …I’m coming for you. Wait for me, Kate. Don’t you dare die.

[aechii]

getting into a fight with jude then you break up w him , then months later he sees you at a party n still wants you back 🙏🏽🙏🏽

₍₍ SiX FEET UNDER ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! toxic!ex!jude x exgf!reader

GENRE ?! angst

C/W ?! she/her pronouns used, unhealthy relationship, something about writing toxic!jude that has me brainrotting, reader knows her worth, profanity, a small cameo of playboy!trent, drinking (sip responsibly ppl)

A/N ?! i love love love writing toxic!jude, fight me. other than that, plz do enjoy because for once in a while, im liking what i've written <3 [next fic will be a trent one, dwdw]

~°~

"you're not fucking getting me, jude!"

the heat she felt is all encompassing, red, burning fury for a man— boy, who timelessly strung her along with reins of faded promises and stagnant affection. a piling mountain of 'what could i have done better?' weighed like rocks and bricks, yet if her mother were here, she would've looked on with absent surprise.

she had warned her daughter, begged her even, that men— boys like jude had their words proclaimed as if in the finality of red ink, but their minds basked in a bath of sinful infidelity.

but [y/n] craved love. a feeling she had never encountered fully as it was more of a come and go, never marinating into her flesh and heart. but jude— god, jude, with his heightened charisma and intoxicating smile, had promised to love her from sunrise to sunset, from dusk till dawn.

yet, if those words held any truth, then they wouldn't have stood there, in an air of edged demise.

"listen," jude looked completely uncaring, dragging a hand down his face, "if you can't fucking tell, i'm trying, yeah? and it's not everyday i'm gonna be available."

"i never said i wanted you here everyday, jude," [y/n] cried, frustrated. her bones felt heavy, yet it was the hurt in her chest that blinded every sense of her's.

jude threw his arms in the air, scoffing, "then what the hell d'you want, [y/n]?" his voice resonated with exasperation.

"for you to be 100%, jude, it's not that hard! and if you can't handle a relationship— an exclusive relationship, then don't waste my time!"

they were tipping over at the edge of the cliff, and their fall was inevitable. frankly speaking, [y/n] should've known that their whole... involvement with each other was just a sprint to this foreshadowed end. it started off rocky, and no matter how insistent the red lights were, her eyes were glazed with blatant ignorance.

jude's presence then was like a toxin, accumulating in her muscles and causing every inch of movement to release pain. she needed to leave, with not a turn of her head back, and put jude in her first and only failed attempt of what could've been a blissful experience.

"you know what? i'm done— i can't stand here looking stupid for a boy who doesn't love me the same way," she scoffed, turning on her heel to climb the stairs.

she wished she hadn't had heard it. maybe it would've made her departure easier, that jude, truthfully, cared about her and just had the pieces of his mind misplaced and skewed. that maybe all they needed was space and time to seek and mend before they could try again.

but what she got was like a slap to the face, and the sickening truth that jude was never hers. and never wanted to be hers.

"since you can't understand where i'm coming from for shit, by all means, [y/n], leave."

+_-

the party had been, literally, timeless for jude. he hadn't known for how long he swirled the red cup of [spiked] punch pressed into his hand as he leaned against the door frame and observed the busy bodies that made him stick out like a sore thumb.

it had been months, 3 months, as jude'd been counting, since [y/n] bode her adieu to their relationship, or rather, whatever remnant of it remained. he felt like a disassociated body, existing for the mere fact that he had to, not because he wanted to, and part of him wanted to believe that it was all part of the 'life' experience.

it wasn't.

denial was a vile thing, and everyday, he woke up thinking that their end was her fault, and not his. that whatever they had was a lesson among others, and that he had to move on and find someone else that he could attach his data to.

but he knew, knew that [y/n] was a person that appeared like a blue moon, and soon enough, he found himself lost like a needle in a haystack and regretting. had no one but himself to blame, even his damn brother told him so.

his appearance externally, to those who didn't know what revved inside him, was a continuous ebb and flow from one party to another. whatever he had to do to make him forget was his priority, and if he had to get mind-numbingly drunk to do so, then it was welcomed to be his guest.

it was his 3rd one of the week, by approximation. more or less, he didn't care, nor did he want to know, because recklessness was what seemed more comfortable than guilt and shame, and he was so sure that his body was more alcohol than water. counted his lucky stars that it was the end of the season and so he could do whatever his heart urged him to do. his heart, keyword there.

his darkened mood seemed to have seeped into the room because after hours of remaining stagnant doing nothing, trent walked up to him, identical solo cup in one hand and the other weighing on his shoulder with concern.

"guilt is eating you up, eh?" trent chided, although not as cheerily as expected. jude grunted and took another sip as he huffed out a flippant, "shut up," that had trent throwing his hands up, as best as he could, in defence.

"look- i've been there, done that."

jude looked at him suspiciously, "you've had flings, trent."

"yeah," he shrugged, mellow yet firm, "to forget about her."

"never knew that," jude said with an air of surprise. trent wasn't necessarily the best person to come to in terms of... serious romance, per se.

just as trent went to retort, jude's eyes cast around the room, and zeroed entirely on one hovering figure, meddled with a group of more girls who looked far too merry compared to the one that caused jude's tunneled vision, and before he could stop himself, his mouth punched out a, "fuck."

trent caught whiff of jude's exasperated and frozen countenance, "what?"

it took a whole body and more for jude to respond, "she's here."

then trent's head whizzed around, seeking for the girl whose scarce presence had his friend in complete misery and his line of sight paralleled jude's, "i... did not know she was coming."

"me too," jude said automatically, and as if they had a mind of their own, his feet began to move. trent noticed immediately, and a tough grip wrenched around jude's bicep, "where do you think you're going?"

"to talk to her?" enunciated as if it were a question, but there was an undercurrent of certainty that made trent want to slap jude for his sheer stupidity.

"and do what? beg for her forgiveness as if you did not walk her out your home hand in hand?"

jude scowled at trent's bluntness, "it wasn't like that."

"well it fucking seemed like it," trent chastised.

jude was completely deaf to trent's words by then, as the second she was left alone by the bar, he had an aim. an aim to get her back by the end of the night, and if he didn't, he wouldn't walk out there with all pieces of him intact.

did he need her? yes. and it may have taken him too long to realise, but jude didn't care. it was all part of the 'life' experience.

he managed to slip out of trent's vice grip (who, at that point, had given up drilling pleads into jude. he had to plummet back to reality, one way or another), and by auto-pilot, walk towards [y/n] who has too busy ordering another round of shots to even notice his arrival until his words punctured the air, "hey."

[y/n] spun around. rapidly and in complete shock as her eyes were blown wide. she had wanted to utter everything and nothing at all, but her mouth seemed to malfunction, to both her dismay and relief, so she resolved to a questioning jut of her head forward.

jude nervously scratched the back of his neck, "i uh- how have you been?"

she thought for a few seconds then shook her head conclusively, "as best as i could be, jude."

it may have not been intentional- matter of fact, who had jude been kidding? it was intentional, the icy tinge in her tone and closed off-ness as she settled her stance and crossed her arms. a blank space, gaping and hollow, was left in silence as jude tried to find words to say.

"i'm sorry."

[y/n] looked at him incredulously, "you're sorry?"

jude nodded.

and then she laughed. jude would've blamed it on drunkeness if it hadn't been for the obvious, mocking sarcasm as she stopped and looked at him just as quickly as she started.

"you're funny jude, very funny," she chuckled, turning around to slide a shot glass from the counter, raising it in gratitude to the bartender who gave her a nod back, before patting jude's arm to walk away.

he was delirious by then. in absolute confusion, wondering what he had done to seem so... ridiculous to [y/n]. he had apologised, hadn't he? made sure to make it as geniune as he mouth could mold it and that was enough. it had to be.

he spluttered, reaching out to stop her by her wrist, but, as if his touch were hot, she slapped him away, "don't you fucking touch me, jude."

"i said i'm sorry-"

"and you think that's enough? to do what, jude? get me back?"

he nodded and she laughed again, chesty and completely deprecating.

"you know, let me give you advice jude," her expression submerged jude 6 feet under, it felt like it, "don't date. you're completely shit at it."

jude was definitely 6 feet under.

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ STAY THE NIGHT? jude bellingham

summary. when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet

cw. aggressive reader smh fluff

word count. 819

your dry eyes exclusively stared at the bright, white screen in the middle of your dim bedroom. you were bundled up in heaps of blankets alongside your boyfriend, jude, who’d also lent his arm around your neck and snuggled away. there was a spot on his chest left warm from the imprint of your cheek, marinating on it for an hour or so. the fluorescent blue light of the tv screen was slowly burning your eyes, but being preoccupied with the movie in front of you, you could truly care less.

along the movie, you felt your boyfriend fidgeting next to you, shuffling his legs, adjusting the hem of his t-shirt, and tapping his phone every now and again. you didn’t pay much mind to it when it first began, but now it was becoming a little repetitive. he hadn’t been giggling like he typically would, either, which drew worry within you. 

your head drifted from the movie in front of you as you stole a glance at the boy who’d once again quickly clicked the power button on his phone.

"you okay?" you asked out of concern. you trusted he wasn’t being sneaky—if anything, maybe he was uncomfortable.

he swiftly cleared his throat, "yeah, i’m good." your eyes peered upon his stoic appearance while he attempted to seem preoccupied, squinting at the tv screen with his arms crossed in a formal demeanor.

"i actually," he paused, taking a second to (once again) peep at his phone, "think it’s getting pretty late." he shifted himself onto the headboard of your bed. 

"what? we’re already so far into the movie—just stay for however long there is left," you protested, stationing your body upright as you watched his turned back begin to face you.

"listen, princess, i really have to get up early for training tomorrow. you can finish the rest without me, right?" he cooed in a sweet, drowsy tone while lowering himself to cup your cheek.

you frowned, gazing into his eyes. you took the opportunity to grasp the big hand fixed on your cheek, stroking it, as you two shared a few seconds of physical affection.

"do you really have to go?" you batted your eyelashes at him, anticipating that somehow your innocent gape would stir him back into bed.

he sighs. his head scans the ceiling of your room for a second before returning his gaze to you. you can sense that there was contemplation emanating from him, weighing the consequences of either spending the night or going home.

"last time i stayed the night, i was an hour late to practice," he says, pinching your cheek before grabbing the hoodie laying on the corner of your bed and flinging it over his head.

"i got into so much trouble too. i promise i’ll stay longer next time, but i really have to go." he continued, adjusting the collar of his hoodie, which draped so nicely on his broad frame.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. for whatever reason, every time he stayed the night, it just so happened that his alarm didn’t seem to go off. you two would be an hour into cuddling before he darts up and realizes that practice started 45 minutes ago.

you took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with the hood of his sweater. you stood silent for a second, watching him before his departure.

"well, at least hug me before you go," you plead, tilting your head among the boy perched in front of you.

he let out a soft chuckle as he approached you with open arms. the fabric of his sweater etched across your cheek as you pulled him closer in your embrace, hugging him tighter.

wrapping your legs around him, you had the bright idea of keeping him home a little longer.

"you’re not going anywhere," you muffled into his clothed chest, sinking back into the bed with him still bound to your arms.

"y/n—" he cried, startled by the extent to which you went to keep him for the night.

"you’re so heavy," you mumbled under him. he chuckled in the crook of your neck before pulling himself from above you, though he didn’t fully plunk his weight on you. (😔)

"gosh, you really want me to stay the night that bad?" he teased, mounting himself between your legs. instinctively, you swathed your legs around his thighs once more.

"mhm," you nodded, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth. 

"and, if you try to leave again, you’re dead, okay?" you declared before your boyfriend chuckled, bending down to peck your cheek.

"got it, ma’am" he hummed in agreement.

"but, if i'm late again, i swear—" 

"shush, you're not going to be late, promise." you cut him off, knowing fully well it was destined to happen again, but that's for tomorrow to decipher.

an: chronic writer's block does not mix well with my notes list of ideas to write abt...

[hannahssimblr]

July seeps into August in a yellow haze. The heat has stupefied the village, slowing all movement, the tourists wading through the humid streets with ice creams melting down their hands, the only kind of food it feels acceptable to eat. It hasn’t rained in weeks, since that first storm of summer, and the landscape struggles. The grass in the local pitch has shrivelled, and the earth has become a powdery dust that fills the air every time our football skims it. It keeps sticking to the sun cream on our skin. Every evening I need to wash an extraordinary amount of grit, dirt and sand out of strange places, like the creases in my elbows, and the webbing between my fingers and toes.

I launch the ball down the pitch to where Jen is bouncing foot to foot near the goalpost, and wander towards the sideline to mop sweat from my brow with the t-shirt I stripped off an hour ago. 

“You want water?” Claire O’Gorman holds her pink metal bottle to me. It jangles with the fluffy charms and beads clipped to it. I shake my head. Jen saw her kissing Shane last night at the front door before she left, so at least twenty percent of the backwash already in that water is bound to be his. I don’t tell her this, because if she doesn’t know what backwash is, I’ll have to go through the whole rigamarole of explaining it, and inevitably end up looking stupid, so I just shake my head.

“You’re running like mad out there,” she comments. “I don’t know how you’ve the strength in this weather.”

“You just endure it, I guess.”

“Hm, I couldn’t. I’m like a princess. I just really don’t like sweating and getting all out of breath. Evie is like you, though,” she adds.

I’m careful to arrange my features into a neutral expression. Claire has been hanging around with us every day for the last week, for reasons that nobody has explained to me, not that I have asked, but when I chat with her, I make sure that I never, ever bring up Evie. Teenage girls are detectives. They pick up on the tiniest facial expressions or shift in tone and use it against you.

I’ve been bamboozled before, and the last thing I need is for Claire to go home to Evie in the evenings and tell her, God forbid, that I asked a question about her. The multitudes of ways they could read into my body language makes me feel queasy. 

“Right,” I say in a bored voice, and scratch my armpit. 

“She’s always like, go go go! All the time, you know? Like playing tennis one minute, swimming the next, going on a mad run the next it’s like,” she rolls her eyes for emphasis, “take a break, girl, please, you know?”

“Mm.”

“I’ve been trying my best to convince her to come to that festival too, just to get away from the routine, but I can’t get her to give me any sort of answer about it.”

I frown. “Did you invite her to the festival?”

“Oh, was I not meant to? I kind of thought it’d be fun if she came, you know, so it’s not just me.”

“I didn’t know you were coming either.”

Her face drains. “Oh, well, Shane asked me, and I-”

“No, no, you can. Oh my God, obviously, I didn’t mean-”

“Right! Okay, of course, but like, I don’t want to impose on-”

“Just I didn’t know Evie might come, that’s all.”

“Well, yeah, I thought it’d be nice for me to have a close friend with me, but if you don’t want her to... like, she might not be able to anyway, so.”

“I don’t not want her to come.” God, why does this feel like a conversation two thirteen-year-olds would have? I swear I haven’t felt this juvenile in years, and I cringe, as though some other version of myself, the cooler Jude, is watching me engage in this conversation and groaning into his hands. Sometimes, these days, I feel like the cooler Jude is slipping through my fingers like handfuls of sand.

“She’s actually really nice,” Claire says with an edge of defensiveness. “I know she’s a bit quiet. I thought that when I met her first too, she was kind of known as the weird girl at school, but when you get to know her, she’s a really sweet person.”

“I know,” I say, my face burning. “I mean... she seems nice. I didn’t mean to imply that she isn’t. Please don’t tell her I think she’s quiet, or weird, or that I don’t want her at the festival or anything like that.”

“No, of course.”

“Because I do… like... think she’s nice, and it’d be okay if she came with us. I would even want her to, actually.” Shut up. God, please, shut the fuck up, you dickhead. 

Claire smiles and nods. 

“But don’t tell her I specifically want her to either, just… Don’t tell her anything.” Oh, line me up against a wall and shoot me, execution style. 

“I won’t.”

I bet she will. And I bet she'll tell her about about the smell of desperation off me, too.

“Turner!” Shane bellows. “What are you at? Your team mates are flailing over here.”

“Right, bye,” I tell Claire, and turn around quickly, unable to bear the embarrassment for another second. 

“Bye!”

As I walk back onto the pitch, I screw my eyes shut and thump my fist against my forehead. 

I’m toast. 

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

hiii could you please write a jude imagine where the reader and jude have a lazy day at home and it’s cute and fluffy and he confesses he loves reader for the first time? thank you 😊

The L word • Jude Bellingham

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: none

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x reader

Don't repost my content or I'll send an entity after you

Rb and feedback welcomed

My request are open for rn but I'll eventually close them

Masterlist coming soon

Enjoy

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you started to wake up. The morning light that flooded into the room blinded you making you groan and mutter a curse word under your breath. You tried to turn away from the windows Hoping that would relieve the discomfort of the blinding sunlight, but unfortunately you couldn’t move.

Wrapped around your waist was your boyfriend’s large biceps. He had spent the night after a long awaited date now he was holding you prisoner against him.

Jude’s soft snores filled your ears as he slept soundly behind you. You loved Jude dearly but it was awful hearing his snoring.

You moved Jude’s arm trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. Jude stirred, waking up from you moving him “stop moving.”

“Jude move your arm. I need to turn. Too bright.” You said with a groan.

Jude grunted but moved his arm anyway from your waist. You turned around facing him.

“you woke me from my beauty sleep.” Jude mumbled as he squeezed his eyes shut trying so hard to go back to sleep.

You laughed softly at his words. “Good morning to you too”

Jude laughed softly as a soft smirked played on his face. He opened his eyes looking at you.

“good morning.” He leaned over and kissed you.

Jude pulled away “How’d you sleep”

“I slept fine especially next to you.” You smiled at him as you brought your hand up to his jaw. You ran your finger over his stubbed jaw as you looked at him with so much love.

Jude felt his insides turn to mush. He’s never felt the way he felt for you for any of his past girlfriends. You were everything to him. The way you could make his shitty days better just by your smile made him go crazy in the inside. Even though you only been together for 5 months it felt like a lifetime with you. The best lifetime ever.

“Yeah?” Jude leaned over and kissed you again this time a little more passionately then the last.

“I don’t gotta train today.” Jude said once he pulled away from you. “maybe we can have a lazy day. Just relaxing and watching movies. What you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Ok.” Jude pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. “im going to make breakfast. You find something to watch.”

You watched as he slipped on a shirt and walked out of the door.

A good 30 minutes went by before Jude returned with your breakfast. You had already settled on a show for you both to watch and was just waiting for him.

“ok I made us some eggs and bacon.” Jude handed you the plate and took a seat down beside you.

“I’m surprise you didn’t burn it.”

Jude sighed and out the corner of your eye you could see him rolling his.

“you’re very funny. My laugh will arrive in 4 business days.”

You snorted before stuffing your mouth with eggs.

You both began to watch your show as you ate. The day flew by after that. By 6pm you both were exhausted from all the shows you watched.

As you laid in bed while the credit scene rolled in Jude couldn’t help but stare at you.

You were fucking stunning he thought to himself. Jude sighed causing you to look over at him.

“What?” You smiled and sat up on your forearm.

“I love you.” Jude couldn’t help but say those words. Sure it took him by surprise because he wasn’t expecting those words to fall from his lips but he definitely meant it.

You looked at him shocked.

“jude-“

“you don’t have to say it back but I just wanted to say it.” Jude started to panic thinking it wasn’t the best idea to have said that.

“No no Jude.” You took his face in your hands. “I love you too baby.”

Jude’s face lit up. “your for real?”

You nodded “I’d never lie. I love you.”

Jude couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“I love hearing that come from your mouth.”

“Yeah?” You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close to your lips. “yeah.” he muttered as his lips ghosted yours.

“well then I’m going to say it more.”

Jude laughed before fully pressing his lips against yours kissing you with a lot of passion.

Next Jude fic would be angst

[mchlgayser]

can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER ONE

“i want something that i know is real”

pairing — judexblack!girl

genres — fluff, slow burn, workplace romance (she’s a pt)

warnings — sexual themes (minors dni)

word count — 6k

summary — y/n, a rising physiotherapist, has just been promoted to work with real madrid's men's team. after a difficult breakup, she's determined to keep things professional. but when jude bellingham, the club's charming new star, sets his sights on her, maintaining boundaries becomes harder than ever. can she resist the pull, or will she risk everything for a love she swore she’d never fall for again?

an — i am so sorry for the delay! here’s chapter one (for the second time LOL) . i found the taglist thankfully through a reblog so let me know if any of you have reblogged the previous chapters it would save me so much time <3

masterlist

the sun was setting over valdebebas, casting long shadows across the training pitches as the players finished up a particularly grueling session. jude bellingham was among the last to leave the field, sweat dripping from his brow as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. his muscles ached, the intensity of the training pushing him to his limits, but he relished the challenge.

as he made his way to the physio room, his thoughts were already on y/n. he’d been looking for an excuse to talk to her again, and after today’s session, he had a perfect reason.

when jude entered the physio room, it was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. y/n was there, as he’d hoped, focused on organizing some equipment. she looked up as he walked in, her expression shifting from concentration to a warm, professional smile.

“hey, y/n,” jude greeted, his voice slightly breathless from the workout. “i think i might need some of that magic you worked on me the other day. today’s session was brutal.”

y/n nodded, her eyes scanning him with a practiced eye. “you look like you’ve been through it,” she remarked, a hint of concern in her tone. “come on, take a seat, and let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

jude followed her instructions, lowering himself onto the treatment table with a wince. “you’re telling me. i don’t think i’ve ever run that much in one session.”

y/n smiled softly as she gathered her supplies. “that’s madrid for you. they push you hard because they expect the best.”

“yeah, well,” jude leaned back on his elbows, letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess that means i’ll be seeing a lot of you, then.”

there it was—the flirty edge to his voice that had become a bit of a trademark in their interactions. y/n, ever the professional, chose to ignore the bait, focusing instead on her work.

“you should be careful what you wish for,” she replied evenly, adjusting the height of the treatment table. “if you’re here too often, it means you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“trust me, i’ll do my best to stay out of trouble,” jude said, flashing her a charming grin. “but i wouldn’t mind having you around more often. makes the pain a little more bearable.”

y/n rolled her eyes playfully, but she didn’t comment, keeping her focus on his treatment. “let’s take a look at those legs,” she instructed, patting the space between his knees. “you can sit up for this.”

jude complied, sitting up straight as y/n moved to stand between his legs, her hands expertly probing the muscles in his thighs. the closeness of their positions was not lost on either of them. jude could feel the warmth of her body, the subtle brush of her arm against his as she worked, and he found himself leaning in just a little, his eyes tracing the curve of her jaw, the softness of her lips.

but it was y/n who felt the shift the most. as she focused on the treatment, her fingers gently kneading the tense muscles in jude’s legs, she couldn’t help but take in his presence. up close, she noticed details she hadn’t before—the way his skin glistened slightly from the workout, the sharpness of his jawline, the deep brown of his eyes that held a certain intensity. it was no wonder social media was obsessed with him; he was undeniably handsome, and his charisma only added to the allure.

jude watched her intently as she worked, noting every small detail—the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the slight purse of her lips as she focused on the task at hand. each movement she made was precise, her hands skilled and confident, yet there was a certain grace in the way she touched his sore muscles, almost like she was pouring care into every motion. it was hard not to be captivated by her; she seemed so immersed in what she was doing, completely in her element, and there was something about that quiet confidence that drew him in even more.

as her fingers pressed and kneaded the tension from his muscles, jude couldn't help but feel his body start to relax under her touch. it was as if every knot of stress was being expertly unraveled, leaving behind nothing but a soothing warmth. his muscles softened, giving in to the gentle pressure she applied, and he could feel the lines between professional care and something more personal start to blur.

on her end, y/n was trying to stay focused, reminding herself to keep it strictly professional, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. as her hands moved over the hard planes of his back and shoulders, she couldn't help but notice just how solid he was—all muscle, lean and strong beneath her fingers. she could feel an unexpected attraction building within her, a warmth spreading through her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

the tension between them was palpable, an almost electric charge in the air that neither of them could ignore. jude felt it too, a stirring of something deeper that went beyond just the relief of having his muscles worked on. as her hands continued to glide over his skin, he had to stifle a groan, the sensation of her touch sending a wave of unexpected pleasure through him. it took everything in him to keep it together, not wanting to make the situation more complicated than it already felt.

“you’re pretty good at this, you know,” jude finally said, his voice low and smooth, trying to bring some levity to the situation while still testing the waters.

y/n glanced up at him, caught off guard by the softness in his tone. “thanks. i’ve had a lot of practice,” she replied, keeping her tone light despite the flutter in her chest.

he flashed a smile, leaning into her touch a little more. “ever thought about switching careers? maybe you could be a magician—making all my pain disappear like this.”

y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his playful remark, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head. “i think i’ll stick to what i know. besides, i’m not sure magic is really my thing.”

jude chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and for a moment, they just held each other's gaze, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts. she quickly looked away, focusing back on her work, but the moment lingered, neither of them quite ready to break the connection that had formed between them.

y/n felt a flutter in her chest, but she quickly pushed it aside, reminding herself of the line she needed to maintain. “well, if you want to keep feeling this good, you’ll need to follow my advice,” she said, her tone returning to its usual professional demeanor. “stretching, rest, and hydration. don’t forget it.”

“anything for you,” jude quipped, though there was a sincerity in his tone that made y/n pause.

she shook her head, trying to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “i’m serious, jude. if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll be back here before you know it.”

“i hear you, y/n,” jude said, his voice softer now, the playful edge giving way to something more genuine. “and for what it’s worth, i do appreciate you looking out for me.”

y/n nodded, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. “it’s my job,” she replied, though the words felt a bit heavier than usual. “and besides, we can’t have one of our star players sidelined, can we?”

“no, we can’t,” jude agreed, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he looked at her. “but i think it’s more than just that.”

the air between them felt charged, a quiet intensity lingering as they held each other’s gaze. y/n could feel her resolve wavering slightly, the closeness of their positions making it harder to keep the professional distance she’d tried so hard to maintain.

as y/n finished working on jude’s leg, she hesitated for a moment, her usual professionalism wavering. she could sense there was something more on his mind, something that went beyond the aches and pains of training. after a brief pause, she decided to break the unspoken barrier she’d been carefully maintaining.

“hey, jude,” she began, her voice softer than before, “how are you feeling about the first game? it’s coming up pretty soon.”

jude looked at her, surprised by the shift in her tone. he hadn’t expected her to ask, but something in the way she did made him feel like he could open up. he let out a small sigh, leaning back on his hands as he considered his words.

“honestly?” jude started, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “i’m nervous. it’s a huge club, and there’s so much expectation. i’ve been dreaming about this for years, but now that it’s here, it’s kind of overwhelming. i just keep thinking—what if i don’t live up to it? what if the fans don’t love me the way they did back in dortmund?”

y/n paused in her work, her eyes meeting his with a gentle, understanding gaze. she could see the vulnerability in him, the weight of the pressure he was carrying. setting aside her role for a moment, she spoke from the heart.

“jude, it’s completely normal to feel that way,” y/n said, her voice warm and reassuring. “real madrid is one of the biggest clubs in the world, and with that comes a lot of pressure. but you were signed because they saw something special in you. the fans are going to see that too.”

jude listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers. there was something in the way she spoke—steady, confident, and genuine—that calmed the storm inside him.

“you’ve worked hard to get here,” y/n continued, “and that work isn’t going to go unnoticed. the fans, they’re passionate, yes, but they also appreciate hard work, dedication, and talent. you’ve got all of that. just be yourself out there, play the way you know how, and they’ll love you for it.”

jude let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. “thanks, y/n,” he said quietly, his voice sincere. “that actually helps a lot. i’ve been so caught up in my head, worrying about everything that could go wrong.”

y/n smiled, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “it’s going to be okay, jude. you’ve got this. and remember, you’re not alone—you’ve got a whole team behind you, and now, you’ve got me looking out for you too.”

a small smile tugged at the corners of jude’s lips, and he felt a warmth spreading through him at her words. “i appreciate that, y/n. really. it means a lot.”

they shared a quiet moment, the air between them shifting from the playful banter they’d grown accustomed to, to something more meaningful. y/n could feel the connection deepening, a mutual understanding that went beyond their professional roles.

“just promise me one thing,” y/n said, her voice lightening as she stepped back, returning to her professional demeanor. “when you’re out there on the pitch, remember to enjoy it. this is what you’ve worked for. let yourself have fun.”

jude nodded, his smile widening. “i promise. and i’ll make sure to give you a good reason to keep me in top shape.”

y/n laughed softly, shaking her head. “i’ll hold you to that, bellingham. now, go get some rest. you’ve earned it.”

as jude left the room, he felt lighter, more at ease with the challenges ahead. y/n’s words echoed in his mind, a steady reminder that he was more than capable of handling.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the real madrid facility, y/n found herself alone in the corridors, the hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound breaking the quiet. she was one of the last to leave, her habit of staying late a comforting ritual, a way to unwind from the day's relentless pace and ensure everything was in order. tonight, however, her mind was preoccupied with a different kind of noise.

earlier, she’d run into laura, one of her old colleagues from the women’s team, who had dropped by to visit. laura’s eyes had lit up when she saw y/n, the excitement in her voice unmistakable.

“i can’t believe it, y/n!” laura had exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. “jude bellingham—he’s here! i’ve seen all the photos and videos, and he’s just as attractive in person. what’s he like? have you met him?”

y/n had nodded, a faint, polite smile on her lips. “yes, i’ve met him. he’s… charming.”

“charming?” laura had raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting more. “come on, give me the details. is he as good-looking up close? i bet the girls must be falling over themselves.”

y/n’s thoughts had drifted back to their brief interactions. jude was undeniably attractive—his striking features, the way his eyes held a mixture of intensity and vulnerability. she’d noticed it all, yet she had no intention of letting her guard down. her role was professional, and she had no room for distractions, especially not of this kind.

“he’s very focused,” y/n had replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. “and yes, he’s as handsome as you’d expect. but I’m his physio, so my focus is on his recovery and performance, not his looks.”

“oh, I get it,” laura had said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “but don’t you ever think about... well, what it’d be like if things were different? I mean, if you weren’t working with him?”

y/n had felt a twinge of discomfort at the question. she had not allowed herself to entertain such thoughts, not after everything she’d been through. she’d always been one of the last to leave the facility, a habit that allowed her to keep her distance from the personal drama that could easily complicate her life. her thoughts had drifted to her past with javier, her toxic ex who had belittled her in every way imaginable.

javier had been her childhood friend, someone she thought she knew inside out. but once they started dating, his true colors had shown. his comments had ranged from derogatory remarks about her looks to nasty jabs about her work and sexuality. the once familiar face had become a source of disdain, his words leaving scars that she was still working to heal.

the thought of entering another complicated relationship, especially with someone as high-profile as jude, made her anxious. her job was her sanctuary, a place where she felt in control, where she could escape the memories of javier’s cruelty. the idea of mixing personal feelings with her professional life was a risk she was not willing to take.

as y/n had watched laura walk away, her heart heavy with unspoken fears, she had felt a mix of longing and resolve. she admired jude’s charisma and attractiveness, but her past experiences had taught her the importance of keeping a clear boundary between her personal and professional lives. there was too much at stake, and she was determined not to repeat past mistakes.

the empty facility seemed to echo her thoughts as she continued her evening routine, methodically checking each detail. jude’s presence was a reminder of the world outside her carefully maintained boundaries, a world that, while tempting, was fraught with risks she wasn’t ready to face. she remained focused, her resolve strengthened by the quiet solitude of the facility, knowing that while she might appreciate jude’s attractiveness, she would not let it disrupt the professional distance she had fought so hard to maintain.

as the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted in a roar of jubilation. y/n stood on the sidelines, her heart racing as she watched jude bellingham weave through defenders with a fluidity and grace that made the game look effortless. the staff around her were just as engrossed, their eyes fixed on the field, their murmurs of approval punctuating the air.

y/n’s gaze was locked on jude, her admiration growing with each precise pass and each calculated move. she had seen him in training, had felt the intensity of his drive, but seeing him perform in a live match was something entirely different. the way he commanded the ball, the confidence in every stride—it was a testament to why he was considered one of the brightest talents in football.

and then, it happened. jude received a perfectly timed pass, his body shifting into position with the grace of a seasoned player. in a swift, decisive moment, he struck the ball with precision, sending it soaring into the back of the net. the stadium exploded into cheers, and y/n felt a surge of pride and excitement that she hadn’t anticipated. jude’s first game, and he’d already made such an impact.

as the players celebrated, y/n watched jude with a mixture of awe and joy. his face was alight with exhilaration, a broad grin spreading across his features as his teammates surrounded him. she could see the sheer relief in his eyes, a weight lifted off his shoulders as he soaked in the adulation from the fans.

when the final whistle blew and the players began their exit, y/n remained on the sidelines, a quiet smile on her face. she felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing she’d played a part in helping him reach this moment. as jude made his way toward the tunnel, still riding the high of victory, he glanced around, his gaze searching for someone.

to y/n’s surprise, jude’s eyes locked onto hers. with a burst of energy fueled by adrenaline, he jogged over, his smile widening. “y/n!” he called out, his voice filled with unrestrained joy.

y/n’s heart skipped a beat as jude approached, her mind racing. she had expected a handshake, maybe a polite acknowledgment, but this was different. as he reached her, he extended his hand for a handshake, but before she could react, he pulled her into a hug.

the contact was electric, a rush of warmth and energy that left y/n momentarily frozen. jude’s embrace was firm and enthusiastic, and she could feel the thudding of his heart, the exhilaration that pulsed through him. her arms remained stiff at her sides for a moment, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body—it was overwhelming. she could sense the bewildered looks from some of the staff nearby, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected display.

“jude,” she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. “this is… unexpected.”

jude pulled back slightly, his hands still resting lightly on her shoulders. his eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of flirtation. “i couldn’t help it,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “i wanted to thank you, and i’m just so... thrilled right now. i didn’t think i’d score on my first game. i was nervous, but you gave me the confidence i needed.”

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. she was touched by his sincerity, though her professional demeanor was struggling to keep up with the personal breach. “i’m glad you felt that way,” she said, forcing a smile as she tried to regain her composure. “congratulations on the goal, jude. you played amazingly.”

“thanks, y/n,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer tone, his gaze lingering on her. “you know, I’m already looking forward to tomorrow’s session. can’t wait to see you again.”

y/n felt her cheeks heat up further at his words. she was already flustered from the hug, and his flirtatious remark only added to her embarrassment. she struggled to find her voice, her usual professional distance feeling even more crucial now. “i’ll be here,” she managed to say, her voice a touch shy. “see you then.”

jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling with playful intent. “i’ll make sure to keep my muscles in top shape just for you. and who knows, maybe I’ll bring some of that winning energy to our session.”

y/n felt her face warm at his flirtatious comment. she fumbled with her words, trying to maintain her professional composure. “um, that sounds... good. just, um, don’t overdo it out there.”

jude’s smile widened, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of admiration and affection. “promise I’ll do my best,” he said, his voice softening. “and I’ll make sure to give you a reason to keep me in top shape.”

as he turned to head toward the locker room, y/n watched him go, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. the brief embrace and his flirtatious remark had been a jolt, a reminder of how complicated emotions could become when you least expected it. she sighed softly, the reality of her role settling back into place as she prepared to head home.

when she left the facility, her thoughts were still with jude. she admired his talent and charisma, but she was acutely aware of the need to maintain her distance. the unexpected hug and his flirtatious comment had been a reminder of the fine line she was walking—between personal feelings and professional boundaries.

the lunchroom at the facility was bustling with activity as staff and players refueled after a demanding morning. y/n sat at a corner table, her usual spot, with a book in one hand and her lunch in the other. she preferred to keep to herself during these moments, finding solace in her own company amidst the chaos.

as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, the familiar sound of footsteps drew closer. she looked up to see jude bellingham approaching, his smile as bright as ever. her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of surprise and apprehension swirling inside her. jude had already made quite an impression, and now, here he was, interrupting her solitary lunch.

“hey, y/n,” jude greeted, his voice warm and casual. “mind if i join you?”

y/n blinked, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. she glanced around the room, noting the curious glances from some of the staff members. she was about to protest, but jude was already pulling out a chair and sitting down across from her.

“uh, sure,” y/n replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “but, uh, why are you here? i mean, it’s lunchtime.”

jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “why not? i figured i’d keep you company. besides, i didn’t get a chance to really chat with you after the game.”

y/n felt a rush of warmth at his words, but she tried to maintain her composure. “you didn’t have to,” she said, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution. “i’m just doing my job, you know.”

“right,” jude said, leaning in slightly. “but i enjoy talking with you. and, well, it’s not every day i get to sit with someone who knows what’s really going on behind the scenes.”

y/n felt a knot of nervousness in her stomach. she had been trying to keep things professional, but jude’s relaxed demeanor and his easy smile were slowly eroding her defenses. “you’re not playing games with me, are you?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “what’s your intention here?”

jude’s expression softened, and he leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. “games? no. i’m just trying to get to know you better. you’ve been really supportive, and i appreciate that. i guess i just want to be friends—or more if that’s where things lead.”

y/n was taken aback by his openness. her mind raced, struggling to process his words. she had always been careful with her emotions, especially after her past experiences. the idea of letting someone in, even in a friendly capacity, was daunting.

“friends,” she repeated, more to herself than to him. “but why me? you have plenty of people to talk to.”

jude’s smile remained steady, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes. “you seem different. you’re grounded and real. it’s refreshing. plus, i feel like i can be myself around you. i don’t get that feeling with everyone.”

y/n felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and surprise. she was used to being the reserved one, keeping her emotions in check. but jude’s words were slowly breaking down her walls.

“so, uh, what do you want to talk about?” y/n asked, her voice a bit shy. “i mean, if we’re going to be friends.”

jude’s eyes lit up, and he leaned in slightly. “let’s start with something simple. tell me more about you. what’s your story? i’d love to hear about it.”

as they continued to talk, y/n found herself opening up more than she had intended. she spoke about her background, her move from spain, and her work at the facility. jude listened intently, asking questions and sharing stories of his own. with each passing minute, y/n felt a growing sense of comfort, though it was tinged with fear.

inside, y/n was wrestling with her emotions. she was scared of how easily she was letting her guard down, and how much she was enjoying jude’s company. the fear of becoming too attached, of losing control over her carefully maintained boundaries, was a constant undercurrent.

despite her internal struggle, she couldn’t deny that jude’s presence was comforting. he was genuine, and the way he looked at her with such attention made her feel valued in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

as their conversation continued, y/n found herself smiling and laughing more freely. the lunchroom seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them and their growing connection.the lunchroom was slowly emptying out, but jude and y/n wouldn’t part even as they said their good re still deep in conversation. jude leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he listened intently. y/n, though still somewhat guarded, found herself drawn to the ease of their dialogue.

“so, tell me,” jude said, his tone light and curious, “what got you into physiotherapy? it seems like such a demanding field.”

y/n took a sip of her water, considering her response. “it’s kind of a long story,” she began, her voice tentative but steady. “i’ve always been interested in how the body works, how it heals. it started with me playing sports in school and getting injured a lot. i wanted to understand how to recover faster and help others do the same.”

jude’s eyes lit up with interest. “that’s actually really cool. it’s amazing how personal experiences can shape our career paths. i had a similar thing with football. after a few serious injuries, i became fascinated with how the body responds to training and recovery.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “so, you’ve had your fair share of injuries too?”

jude nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “yeah, a few. nothing too serious, but enough to make me appreciate the work that goes into staying fit and healthy. and, of course, having good physiotherapists like you.”

y/n blushed slightly at the compliment but tried to keep her demeanor professional. “well, it’s all part of the job. making sure players like you stay in top shape.

“and you’re doing a great job at it,” jude said earnestly. “i’ve noticed the difference already.”

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. “thanks. it’s good to hear that my work is making a difference.”

“absolutely,” jude agreed. “so, what do you do for fun when you’re not working? any hobbies or interests outside of physiotherapy?”

y/n hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. she wasn’t used to sharing much about herself, especially not with someone she didn’t know well. “i like reading,” she finally admitted. “and, um, cooking. it’s a nice break from the routine.”

“really? that’s awesome,” jude said, his enthusiasm genuine. “i’ve been trying to cook more. maybe you can give me some tips. i’m still learning.”

y/n laughed softly, feeling a bit more relaxed. “sure, i can do that. just don’t expect gourmet meals right away.”

“hey, i’ll take any advice i can get,” jude said, grinning. “what’s your favorite dish to cook?”

“hmm,” y/n pondered, a smile touching her lips. “i’d have to say paella. it’s a bit of a project, but it’s worth it.”

jude’s eyes widened in interest. “paella? that sounds amazing. i’ve heard it’s quite the experience to make.”

“yeah, it can be,” y/n said, feeling a bit more animated. “it’s all about getting the right balance of flavors. it’s a bit like... well, like a football team. everyone has to play their part.”

“nice analogy,” jude said, nodding in appreciation. “so, do you have any other hidden talents or interests i should know about?”

y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “i don’t think there’s anything particularly hidden. i’m pretty straightforward, i guess.”

“straightforward can be a good thing,” jude said with a wink. “i think it’s refreshing. but don’t be surprised if i keep asking you questions to learn more.”

y/n felt a flush rise to her cheeks again. “i suppose that’s fair. but don’t expect me to reveal everything at once.”

“deal,” jude said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “i’ll take it slow. so, tell me about something you’re passionate about, something that makes you excited.”

y/n looked down, her thoughts drifting. “i guess... i’m passionate about helping people. seeing someone come in with an injury and then watching them recover and get back to doing what they love—there’s something really rewarding about that.”

jude’s gaze softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “that sounds incredible. it must be really fulfilling to see the progress firsthand.”

“it is,” y/n agreed, her voice growing warmer. “it’s what keeps me motivated, even on the tough days.”

jude’s eyes met hers, and there was a moment of quiet understanding between them. “you’re really dedicated to your work. i can tell it’s more than just a job for you.”

y/n smiled, though her heart was racing. “yeah, it is. and you’re pretty dedicated to football, from what i’ve seen.”

jude laughed, a genuine, easy sound. “i guess we both have our passions. it’s nice to find someone who understands that drive.”

y/n nodded, feeling a mix of warmth and apprehension. “it is. and i appreciate you being open with me. it’s not always easy to find common ground.”

“i’m glad we did,” jude said, his smile bright and sincere. “so, what’s one thing you’d like to do that you haven’t had the chance to yet?”

y/n thought for a moment, her eyes drifting to the window. “i’d love to travel more. there are so many places i’d like to see.”

“traveling is great,” jude agreed. “maybe one day you’ll get the chance. and hey, if you ever need a travel buddy, let me know.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his casual invitation. she laughed softly, a bit shy. “we’ll see about that.”

jeventually, the lunch break drew to a close, and y/n realized she had been talking with jude for a lot longer than she had intended. she looked at him, her expression a mix of relief and apprehension.

“i should get going,” she said, her voice tinged with shyness. “but, um, it was nice talking with you, jude.”

jude’s smile was warm and encouraging. “same here, y/n. i’m looking forward to more of these chats. and who knows, maybe we’ll find some common interests.”

y/n nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. “yeah, maybe.”

as she gathered her things and prepared to leave, y/n’s mind was still buzzing from their conversation. she was more comfortable around jude than she had planned to be, and that scared her. but she couldn’t deny the small, hopeful part of her that was looking forward to their next interaction.

as jude walked away, y/n watched him, her mind buzzing with the unexpected connection they’d formed. she was starting to let her guard down, and it scared her. she didn’t want to complicate things, especially with her past and her professional boundaries. but a part of her couldn’t deny the small thrill of getting to know someone who seemed to understand her so well.

as the day went on, y/n found herself replaying their conversation, trying to make sense of her feelings. she was still unsure about what the future held, but for now, she couldn’t help but look forward to their next interaction, even as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

as the final echoes of the day’s activity faded, y/n found herself alone in the physio room, the quiet a stark contrast to the lively bustle of earlier. the fading daylight cast a soft glow through the windows, illuminating the room in a gentle amber hue. she methodically tidied up the space, her movements automatic as her mind replayed the day’s events. the room, now peaceful and still, was the perfect setting for her thoughts to unravel.

the memory of jude's playful banter, his genuine interest, and the unexpected hug replayed in her mind. she tried to focus on the task at hand, but her thoughts kept drifting back to their conversation. it was easy to get lost in the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel like her thoughts and feelings mattered.

with a sigh, y/n leaned against the counter, her thoughts swirling. she was acutely aware of the delicate balance she was trying to maintain. her past with javier had left scars that were not easily forgotten, and the professional boundaries she’d set for herself were there for a reason. yet, jude’s presence was a constant, tantalizing distraction, pulling her into uncharted territory.

she glanced at the clock on the wall, noting how late it had gotten. she was often one of the last to leave, finding solace in the quiet after the bustling activity of the day. it gave her time to think, to process, and to escape from the complexities of her interactions with others. tonight was no different, except that her thoughts were unusually tangled.

as she packed up the last of the supplies, her phone buzzed with a message from laura. y/n glanced at the screen and read the text, but her mind was still occupied with thoughts of jude. she wondered if he truly understood the potential impact of his actions on her. did he know how much she wanted to keep her distance, or was he simply oblivious to the emotional turmoil he was causing?

y/n shook her head, trying to clear the haze of confusion. she reminded herself of her priorities—her work, her self-preservation, and her commitment to keeping things professional. it was essential to remain focused, despite the fluttering feelings that jude’s attention had stirred up.

as she finally finished tidying the room, y/n took a deep breath and headed for the exit. the evening air was cool against her skin, a refreshing contrast to the heat of her internal conflict. she walked to her car with a sense of resolve, determined to sort through her feelings and not let them cloud her judgment.

she knew that the next time she saw jude, things might be different. their interactions had the potential to deepen, and she would need to be ready to navigate the complexities that came with it. but for now, as she drove away from the facility, she focused on the road ahead, both literally and figuratively.

her thoughts were a tangled web of excitement and apprehension, but as she glanced at the empty passenger seat, she reminded herself that she was in control of her own path. whatever happened next, she would face it with the same dedication and professionalism that had guided her this far.

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