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consequences of nothing ; jude bellingham

— summary; he broke your heart last weekend, told you it would feel better this weekend but he’s here this weekend and wanting you to patch him up.

pairings — jude bellingham x kinda-casual-fling-f. reader! ( third person story )

word count — 1420.

content — angst, a lot of angst (i think???) ALCOHOL consumption on jude’s side, please be aware! drunk and injured jude rambling about loving her, wanting her to fix him up but he’s just a selfish man.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: this was supposed to be a drabble but i guess it’s a slightly extended version. i love the angst and jude combination also there’s no part 2’s to this!

LOUD, INCESSANT AND URGENT knocks were not what she expected to be hearing at half past two in the morning on a Friday night. The thud of a body against the door of her apartment drew her closer towards the visitor beyond the other side of the door. Knocks there came thrice, strong and loud, and so the door was opened wide.

His tall figure towering over her, arm rested on the door frame. Dry blood is apparent on the right corner of his lips, a gash above his eyebrow on the left with another right at his nose bridge along with purple splotches on his cheek. “Jude…” Her words came out barely a whisper from her lips, concern clearly laced in her voice.

She hates doing this, all this after last weekend but she stepped aside for him to enter. His eyes looked hazy from all the alcohol consumption but he strutted to the couch of an apartment he was too familiar with. In the light that flows water-like through the windows of the old bank, Jude strips off his topmost layer. On each arm there are great purple welts that will only deepen over the coming week.

Against his skin they were grotesque, but Jude knew how lucky he was not to have broken bones — then what would he do? Miss training and matches, explaining to the media he was under the influence of alcohol that night and got engrossed in a fight?

“Those are outrageous Jude, what were you doing? You reek of alcohol, should you be drinking this much?” She’s leaning by the dining table, eyes running over the state he had been in. He only shrugs his shoulders in response, clearly brushing her off. “You shouldn’t be here, go to the hospital and get everything checked out, Jude. I’m not a nurse, I can’t help you in this situation.”

But when he’s staring right into her eyes, his eyes are so different in moments like these, more soft than she knew eyes could be. The professional man is gone and instead it is the eyes of one who loves deeply. If it were anyone else she would drop her gaze, but with him she was drawn in closer, always wanting more. Never getting more.

“I know, but I want you to help me.” He threw the cotton swabs her way, the cream in his grasp. “That’s not what you said last week, Jude.” He winces at her response yet acting like it was from her application of the cream and the contact with his open wound. “Hey, would you be more gentle? This actually hurts more than I thought.”

She giggles and it’s like he felt better right at hearing the sound of her giggle knowing that he was the reason behind it. “I’m sorry.” His apology was short and sweet, with no further elaboration but they both knew what’s wrong. “Forget it Jude, I’ll be better this way.”

Being away from him and living her own life — better that way? That wasn’t what he wanted when he said all those last week though, not even close. “Better off without me?” He chuckles, an eyebrow cocked from the bandage she stuck on. “Who got you injured this badly, you didn’t even get to play with the suspension?”

She was avoiding the question and he knew it yet honestly who would ever open the door and clean his wounds up after all he did and said. “It’s complicated, you haven’t answered my question.” Jude mumbles, swatting her hand away from the overbearing pain from the cut on his nose.

“Yeah, better off without you. Better off you breaking my heart last week and telling me I’d feel better by this weekend but you’re here this weekend. You’re here nearing three in the morning for me to treat your wounds that I don’t even know how you got them. You’re here though you walked out on me screaming your name.” Tears came as if her pain had at last condensed into a deluge of rain, running her fingers through her strands while rambling.

“All those things I said and did last weekend, I didn’t mean them,” His voice wavered, choking as he swallowed. “All week I awaited your phone calls, texts and everything else from you. I left a voicemail and messages for you to call me back when you get a minute.” Jude was reasoning like everything he did was justifiable, feigning his anger over her actions.

“Go ahead, blame it all on me for not replying or calling back. You find it in your own heart if you’d ever have the guts to do all that after the woman you loved led you on and asked you to leave her alone.” She pokes her finger at his chest, each action hard enough to push him back.

“Led you on? I never did that.” Jude huffs, rubbing the cream on his arm by himself. “You never led me on? You also never gave a clear signal if you wanted me, never said if we were together. You don’t get to show up at my house and say all this, Jude.” Her arms are now on her waist as she stood up from the arm of the couch she was sitting on, hair all tousled from her fingers running through them.

“I literally could go wherever I want but just not home, home with all the remnants and reminders of you.” He’s looking into her eyes, tears welled up behind his eyes with each word he uttered and he barely cried at everything else. Neither of them could ever believe he was there, tears in his eyes while trying to get the girl back. “We’re getting nowhere going back and forth with this, Jude. You should head home, you’re probably just under the influence and will regret saying all this tomorrow.”

“I swear I’m literally sober m’ love, please don’t do this to me. I swear I’ll make everything alright, I’ll make everything okay just give me a chance.” Hearing her nickname roll from his tongue effortlessly was a stab in her heart, heart swelling from his words while she bit on her lower lip. “You never really cared about the way everything that turned out Jude, you didn’t wanna fall in love. I thought I had you figured out but you’re just looking out for yourself.”

“But I do love you, please trust me I really do. I know I smell like alcohol and all but I swear I’m sober. And I know that’s the last thing you wanna hear right now, that I love you. I promise I’ll be back tomorrow and give you time to think about it or just sleep it off.” She thought that she was dreaming when she heard him say that he loved her, watching him grab the leather jacket while he tugged himself sluggishly towards the door.

“Also, these rough punches were from Vini and the others. I told them to get me so battered so I could come here for you to patch me up like you always do. Should’ve told him to lay it off but it’s worth it. Goodnight m’ love, remember to lock the door after I leave.” There’s a slight lifting of his lips on one end as he gazes over his shoulders to look at her, throwing a thumbs up before walking out and closing the door behind.

And when he walked out that door tonight, he left his heart with her to meddle with. But if it all ended tomorrow, would she still be the one on his mind? Would she still be the one he wanted if the sun refused to shine? Would he still want her there? He wouldn’t. Jude never cared for anyone else but him and his career, those were just words and actions laced with the effect of the alcohol or the punches thrown at him earlier.

These were just consequences of the nothing he wanted to turn into something. At the end of the day, he’s the one wincing about the nothing that was never something when questioned about it. And those were the words he told her and everyone else — that they were never something.

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https://www.tumblr.com/chlerc/732971824061841408/trouble-in-paradise-jude-bellingham

hii ik u wrote this a long time ago but we need a pt2 plssss

heyyy! i’m not really sure how to continue it so i don’t think there’d be a part 2 if i’m being honest

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back in barcelona ; joão félix

— summary; catching her in the stands while he’s playing for barcelona is certainly not the way he thought he’d ever see her again.

pairing — joao felix x old-friends-actress!f. reader ( third person story )

social media au + 1085.

content — old friends, she studied in joao’s school but moved back to barcelona and they were only mutuals on instagram but never talked. joao pinned over her.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: back in chicago trend but make it back in barcelona cause you can never take the man out of the barcelona girl!!!

song rec for this fic — end of beginning!!

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ynusername did you miss me, Viseu?

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itsnicolewallace I MISS YOU, regresa a mí!!! (come back to me)

evaruiz tan hermosa (so gorgeous)

maddisonarg love you

ynusername @maddisonarg love you too!!!

gabrieloxguevaraa eres tan bonitaaaaa (you’re so pretty)

ynusername @gabrielxoguevaraa halagándome guapo (flattering me, handsome)

ferrantorres 🔥

yn.officialupdates Drop dead gorgeous

hugofelix18 meu irmão sentiu sua falta (my brother missed you)

ynusername @hugofelix18 saia do aplicativo 🤦🏻‍♀️ (get off the app)

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ynusername THE LAST TIME ON SET!!! Super excited for this to go out on @netflixes soon, catch Through My Window coming up. Really really love this one, please look forward to it 🤍

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juliopfernandez por favor espera #ATravésDeTuMirada!!! (please look forward to Through My Window)

carlitosalcarazz Le conté a mi mamá sobre nosotros 😉 (I told my mum about us)

ynusername @carlitosalcarazz sin habla 🤦🏻‍♀️ (speechless)

siramartinezc Eres tan bonita te quiero tan mala (you’re so pretty I want you so bad)

hugofelix18 legal, vou dizer ao meu irmão para assistir (Nice, will tell my brother to watch it)

ynusername @hugofelix18 HUGOOOO, ir para a cama 😠 (go to bed)

joaofelix79 @hugofelix18 você está cheio de merda, o que você está fazendo e dizendo aqui? (You’re full of shit, what are you doing and saying here?)

gqportugal 🤩🤩🤩

gqspain ¡nuestra princesa! (Our princess)

IT COULD HAVE BEEN the lack of sleep catching up on him from yesterday but he swore he wasn’t seeing things. Amidst the sea of faces in the crowd, his gaze kept drifting to a familiar figure seated near the team’s bench where he stood nearby taking a quick gulp of water.

There she was, with her eyes the colour of earth kissed by spring rains, the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colours of a new season. Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. Those strands that he was too familiar with, staring at the back of her head back in the days whilst she sat in front of him in classes.

She was a constant presence in his thoughts, a captivating enigma he couldn't shake off. Her laughter echoed in his mind when the lights dimmed in his bedroom, her smile a beacon of warmth that drew him in. But here, in the midst of the pulsating stadium, João couldn't believe his eyes. Was it truly her?

Throughout the match, João’s mind oscillated between the thrill of the game and the enigmatic presence of her. His concentration wavered, his thoughts drifting to moments shared and conversations unspoken. With each passing minute, the field seemed to blur, his focus slipping away like sand through his fingers.

But duty called and he pushed aside the distractions, channeling his energy into the game, his every touch eliciting roars of approval from the crowd for those seventy three minutes he played. He thanked his lucky stars and the coach for subbing him off early today, finding himself a seat within her distance. João’s neck awkwardly craned and turned just to catch a glimpse of her, her eyes everywhere but on him.

And when he catches her eyes before he could realise he was staring, his breathing becomes harder, the pensive look on him melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax but he just threw a thumbs up her way, acting as if everything was fine. There was something about that gaze of her he’ll never find in another woman.

As the final whistle blew and Barcelona emerged victorious, João’s heart raced with adrenaline and triumph. But amidst the celebrations, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. Should he have approached her? But it was probably her lookalike, the last he checked her Instagram, she was still on set and busy. At the end of the day, he knew deep in every nook and crevice of his heart that it was probably her and he was just lying to himself, no mistakes on recognising the girl he secretly pinned after in highschool.

There would be other matches, other moments. For now, João embraced the euphoria of victory, knowing that somewhere amidst the chaos of the stadium, she lingered, a silent specter in the tapestry of his dreams. He made a mental note of checking her Instagram later tonight and stop his brother from commenting outrageous comments about himself.

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ynusername back in barcelona, i feel it 🤍

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judebellingham wrong place bruv, thought we talked about this before?

ynusername @judebellingham literally born in barcelona before i went to UK and befriend you whilst on shoot??? the ego, jude…

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE SOOO MEAN, did you just call me egoistic? Not gonna talk to you ever 😞

rolemod3lyn @ynusername Y’ALL ARE FRIENDS???

claaragalle no podría extrañarte más (couldn’t miss you more)

drewstarkey you visiting home but I don’t see you? (I’m supposed to be your home) 😠

ksi #drinkprime!

ynusername @ksi this is not the football team you sponsored mate????

ksi @ynusername ohhh i thought…

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ynusername off season for me but always cheering my number 1 and childhood team on with Laila! ps ksi this is the team you sponsor.

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ksi #DRINKPRIME

judebellingham how bout you come to madrid and visit your friend (me) too!

ynusername @judebellingham thought someone didn’t wanna talk to me 😒

judebellingham @ynusername we LITERALLY FACETIMED after my comment????

fcbarcelona Welcome Back Home ✨🏠

barca.4life SHE A CULER TOO???

davidrenzo she just got more perfect

forblaugrana One of our own, culer 💙❤️

ferrantorres Bienvenido de vuelta amiga, gracias por venir! (Welcome back home friend, thanks for coming by!)

ynusername @ferrantorres no hay problema chico tiburón 👉🦈 (no problem shark boy)

itsnicolewallace Dijiste que me llamarías cuando hayas vuelto a España, mentirosa (you said you'd call me when you're back in spain, liar)

ynusername @itsnicolewallace ¡Te iba a sorprender! (I was going to surprise you)

The last time he was playing in the stadium and on the pitch was when she was here. And she literally was here after her two recent posts on her social media platform accounts. And he was right, João would never recognise the wrong woman, not when he memorised every bit and parts of her before she left Viseu.

In the velvet night, the shining light of the stadium shone upon her, illuminating each and every feature of her. João legs unable to carry himself forward, entranced by her with his match jersey in one hand and a towel in the other. There she was looking right at him, dead in his eyes whilst a small grin plastered across her face.

“You’re staring at her like you love her.” Ferran nudges him by his shoulder, a small hint of banter evident in his voice. “She’s your friend though, isn’t she?” João questions, his once agape jaw now capable of finding words to speak, arms hanging around Ferran’s shoulders as they walk towards where she was.

“Yeah but we aren’t that close like you are with her.” Ferran shrugs nonchalantly, removing João’s arm around his shoulder before patting João on the back and pushing him towards her before running into the tunnel. “Good luck, I know you can do it.” He heard the whispers of Ferran before actually processing what happened.

“Long time no see and talk, great goal today Floki.” She rubbed his shoulders, calling him by his nickname she had for him in school. She was the whole entire point of naming his own dog Floki, just to have the simplest and smallest yet memorable thing of her by his side.

His palms turned sweaty at the moment, nibbling at the lower lip of his and he swore he could hear his heart palpitating against his chest, yearning to be freed from the tightness within him. “Thanks, it’s so good to see you after all these years. You still look gorgeous.”

Her eyes curved into crescents, his favourite thing about her. “Really, you think so?” Her fingers are linked together while she fiddles with them, swaying her body a little from side to side. “I don’t think so, I am sure. Anyways, what brings you here?”

“You, I heard you have been loaned to Barcelona for the season and I thought to just drop by some matches to watch you while cheering for the team.” She turns João around, pushing him to walk into the tunnel while she follows behind. He didn’t know how to reply, losing all capability of talking when he couldn’t find the right words without messing it up and showing his anxiousness.

“That’s good, I was hoping to catch you in Barcelona when I saw your Instagram post. I mean not that I follow up on it but nevermind, I’m not explaining myself clearly.” He waved his hand in the air, a sign for her to shrug the conversation and whatever he just said off.

“It’s okay I miss you too João, you can just admit it.”

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ynusername Floki & Laila’s papa and mama reunion

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judebellingham uh, Floki as in João Félix’s sausage dog? 🤔

ynusername @judebellingham RUDE! You’re calling Laila a sausage too? You’re calling her fat? BLOCKED.

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH. SAUSAGE DOGS ARE CUTE IS WHAT I MEANT.

bornaswaglife OMG??? THE CROSSOVER

joaofelix79 Laila and Floki’s mama 🤍

ynusername @joaofelix79 you too papa!

ferrantorres 😆😆😆

livenolaughnolife TWO DACHSHUND OMGGG EVEN MATCHING DOGS

barcawag.planet This is literally so unexpected and cute

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joaofelix79 Laila’s mama but myself and Floki’s new mama now 😉

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pablogavi 👏👏

andr34daurent bros pulling 10s on and off pitches

marcguiu9 lindo hermano (nice one brother)

forblaugrana 10/10

ynusername my favourite dog papa 🤍

joaofelix79 @ynusername & my favourite mama

blaugranaplanet ustedes dos son muy lindos juntos, se complementan bien (you two are really cute together, complement each other well)

lamineyamal ¿Tienes dos perros salchicha, papá? (You got two sausage dogs papa?)

fcbarcelona Floki’s Star papa & Princess mama!

#chlerc #joao felix drabble #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix fic #joao felix one shot #joao felix x reader #joao felix blurb #joao felix fanfic #joao felix imagine #joao felix #football x you #football instagram au #football x reader #football imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football

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mr rightfully wrong ; pablo gavi

— summary; the tradition of eating 12 grapes under the table has her manifesting for a spanish footballer, certainly not the one she has been friends forever with though.

pairing — pablo gavi x best-friends-model!f. reader

social media au

content — lots of banter between them on instagram in the comments. literal soulmates but they just don’t see it or do they?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: happy chinese new year! starting to miss my number 6 running around the whole pitch for 90 minutes and then i realised he’ll never be managed by Xavi anymore… google translate spanish

song rec for this fic — ivy

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ynusername b&w away from the usual

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pablogavi fea (ugly)

ynusername @pablogavi cállate niño herido (shut up injured kid)

pablogavi a nadie le importa (nobody cares)

_ferminlopez @pablogavi ‎me importa 😉 (i care)

ynusername @_ferminlopez ferrrr 😘😘

galafr Gorgeous

l0vel3ttersyn stunner my favourite girl

gabrieloxguevaraa chica más guapa (prettiest girl)

ynusername @gabrieloxguevaraa 🤍🤍

aurorapaezg linda mi hermana te extraño (pretty, my sister i miss you)

ynusername @aurorapaezg ven a visitarme con tu molesto hermano 🤍 (come visit me with your annoying brother)

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pablogavi Estoy bien, volveré más fuerte 😘 (i’m okay, i’ll be back stronger.)

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ynusername ¡mentiroso! Llora todas las noches porque no puede jugar. (liar! he cries every night cause he can't play)

pedri @ynusername cómo sabrías 😏😏 (how would you know?)

pablogavi @pedri ‎callate por favor (shut up please)

ynusername mocoso llorón (whiny brat)

pablogavi @ynusername Dios mío, cállate (My god just shut up)

joaofelix79 Regresa más rápido y más fuerte (come back faster and stronger)

barcelonadaily We Miss You!!!

barca2idie bro come back we need you sm

blaugranaplanet Stay Strong Warrior!

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ynusername ate 12 grapes under the table on NYE, a spanish footballer better come my way 😠

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pablogavi nadie te quiere, ríndete 😂 (nobody wants you give up)

_ferminlopez @pablogavi conozco a alguien que la quiere (i know someone that wants her)

pablogavi decirle a toda LaLiga que no salga contigo (telling the whole LaLiga league not to date you)

ynusername @judebellingham please make my dream come true

judebellingham @ynusername I would but you’re off limits 😘

pablogavi @ynusername sin esperanza 🤦🏻‍♂️ (hopeless)

pablogavi Espero que te ahogues con las uvas. (hope you choke on the grapes)

ynusername @pablogavi Tú estabas ahí 🤦🏻‍♀️ (you were there)

iloveagirlsgirl I’m so in love with youuuuuu

findingjude SHE’S JUST LIKE ME FRRR

_ferminlopez Mi niña bonita 😍😍 (my pretty girl)

ynusername @_ferminlopez te amo fer 🤍 (i love you fer)

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ynusername my mr. get on his knees to tie my shoelaces for me!

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_ferminlopez NOOO QUIEN DISPARÓ SU TIRO ANTES DE MI (NOOO WHO SHOT THEIR SHOT BEFORE ME?)

pablogavi ¿Quién diablos haría eso por ti? (who the hell would do that for you?)

ynusername @pablogavi Conozco exactamente a la persona que haría eso. (i know just the person who'd do that.)

pablogavi @ynusername no pregunté (didn’t ask)

aurorapaezg le enseñó bien (taught him well)

ynusername @aurorapaezg Toda tu y mamá 🤍 (all you and mama)

gabrieloxguevaraa ¿Ya está fuera del mercado? �� (she’s off the market now?)

ynusername @gabrieloxguevaraa En realidad no, pero solo para ti. (not really but only for you)

footballwags looks like our gavi-yn ending never started 😞

waglifebarca I WANTED HER WITH GAVI 😭

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pablogavi Estoy bien, volveré pronto. 😘💪 (I’m okay, I’ll be back soon)

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_ferminlopez guapo (handsome)

pablogavi @_ferminlopez gracias

_ferminlopez @pablogavi yo, no tu (me,not you)

alejandrobalde ¿recuperarse o enamorarse? (recovering or falling in love?)

pablogavi @alejandrobalde ambos hermano! (both brother)

fcbarcelona Recuperándose bien nuestro guerrero! (recovering well our warrior)

ynusername que feo pero fermin 😍😍😍 (so ugly but fermin)

pablogavi @ynusername odio que salgas (i hate you get out)

ynusername @pablogavi nunca podrías odiarme 🤔 (you could never hate me)

pablogavi @ynusername ok cierto ahora cállate (okay true now shut up)

blaugranagirlie @ynusername @pablogavi you guys are making it obvious

gavif1lms smash next question

pedrigaviluver is he seriously soft launching, didn’t know he knew how to do that

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ynusername happiest girl in Barcelona 🤍

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joaofelix79 lookin good barca girl

ynusername @joaofelix79 thanksss joãooo

footballwags SHE GOT JACOB ELORDI IN HER LIKES????

lifeseeninmyeyes @footballwags I’m pretty sure they’re friends, she mentioned it before

msgaviralife soft launch is soft launching because who the hell is that

pablogavi Estoy cansado de ver todo esto (I’m tired of seeing all this)

ynusername @pablogavi los celos no te quedan bien (jealousy is not a good look on you)

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pablogavi ocupado con mi chica no me golpees (busy with my girl don’t hit me up)

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_ferminlopez letra fea en ingles jajaja (ugly handwriting in english hahaha)

_ferminlopez ooo soy tu chica? 😉😉 (ooo i’m your girl?)

pedri esfuérzate inglés (try hard english)

lamineyamal ¿Hablas inglés hermano? (speaking english bro?)

joaofelix79 Nice english on the cup bro

ferrantorres Necesitas mejorar tu inglés y tu forma de corazón 🤣🤣 (need to improve your english and heart shape)

pleaselordwaglife every barca player making fun of his english on the cup i’m dead 😭😭😭

ilovebarca SO HIS GF SPEAKS ENGLISH, HE’SO CUTE OMG

alteregowag CRYINGGG HE WROTE IN ENGLISH FOR HER??? 🥹🥹

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ynusername did i fool you guys?! Feliz aniversario, mi bebé llorón. Fue divertido actuar como si nos odiáramos en Instagram, pero gracias a Dios vienes a casa todos los días o viceversa. La tradición de las 12 uvas realmente funcionó, excepto que manifesté al futbolista español equivocado, supongo, todavía lo amo, señor equivocado. Gracias por cubrir las esquinas afiladas de la mesa y los mostradores para mí siempre, por amarme incluso si mi agenda se complica a veces, por protegerme sin demostrarlo, pero siempre lo sé. No habría nadie más para mí que tú, mi primer y último amor. 🤍 (happy anniversary, my cry baby. it was fun acting like we hated each other on instagram but thank god you come home to me everyday or vice-versa. the 12 grapes tradition really worked except i manifested the wrong spanish footballer i guess, still love you my mr wrong. thanks for covering the sharp corners of the table and counters for me always, for loving me even if my schedule gets messy sometimes, for being protective of me without showing it but i always know. there wouldn't be anyone else for me but you, my first and last love.)

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ynusername p.s he’s learning english for me, what a sweetheart right? 😉

pablogavi Supongo que fue divertido, te amo con todo mi corazón mi hermosa niña. (I guess it was fun, I love you with all my heart my gorgeous girl)

_ferminlopez Así que era él todo el tiempo, es broma, no podía dejar de hablarnos de ti. (so it was him all the time, just kidding he couldn't stop talking about you to us)

footballwags The both of them literally fooled everyone with their banter…

gabrieloxguevaraa feliz aniversario para ambos (happy anniversary both of you)

pedri Esto fue muy divertido, los amo a ambos. (this was so fun, love both of you)

aurorapaezg 🤍

mikkykiemeney 😍😘

judebellingham I was supposed to be Mr. Right, congrats both of you!

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pablogavi Hola mi novia, feliz aniversario para nosotros. Nunca habrá suficientes palabras para describir cuánto te amo, pero te amo mucho. Gracias por dejarme ser tu novio, aunque peleábamos mucho cuando éramos más jóvenes, me alegro de poder ser tu novio. Nunca me arrepentiré de ser tuyo, te amo. y para todos los demás, ella está fuera de los límites. (hey my girlfriend, happy anniversary to us. there'll never be enough words to describe how much i love you but i love you alot. thanks for letting me be your boyfriend although we fought alot when we were younger, i'm glad i could be your boyfriend. i'll never regret being yours, i love you. and to everyone else, she's off limits)

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ynusername 12 uvas funcionaron hasta la mitad, pero aún así me alegro de que al final seas tú. 🤍 (12 grapes worked halfway but still glad it's you in the end)

pedri El efecto novia está funcionando porque definitivamente te ves mejor (girlfriend effect is working because you definitely look better)

_ferminlopez @pedri solo pensé que pensé de esa manera Dios mío (I thought only I thought that way oh my god)

footballwags THE ENDGAME WE WANTEDDD WE WONNN

gavi.luvr she’s so gorgeous i’m not even mad he has a gf

livelaughlovegavi NOOO WE LOST HIM (i’m happy it’s her)

blaugrana.daily LET’S GOOO CHAMP

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chlerc · 3 months

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what he wants ; charles leclerc

— summary; once a man tells you he isn’t ready, he will never be. Yet everything feels ready when the realisation of losing you finally hits, would you go back to Charles though?

pairing — charles leclerc x f. reader! ( third person story )

word count — 870.

content — angst! unestablished-relationship! stop going back to the guy that tells you he’s never ready. he’s reminded of you in every room of his apartment

NAVIGATION + author’s note: writing this drabble knowing i’ll never settle for anyone else but him, knowing no one would ever measure up to him is insane of me. this is for my backburner girlies, let’s all walk away from someone that never gives an absolute clear yes. two post a month? not me anymore.

song recs for this fic — backburner, say don’t go, my tears ricochet

CHARLES WALKED INTO HIS apartment, expecting the familiar warmth of shared moments and the comforting presence of Y/n. Instead, he was met with an eerie silence that filled the void left by her absence. The emptiness of the apartment echoed the void in his heart, and he found himself grappling with the realisation of what he had lost.

As he sauntered through the hallway, memories flooded back — memories of moments he had ignored, conversations he had dismissed, and the love he had taken for granted. The apartment was a museum of their shared life, each corner holding remnants of the person he had unknowingly pushed away.

He walked into the living room, where her favourite duvet lay on the couch. The soft fabric seemed to whisper tales of countless nights they spent wrapped in each other's arms. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the times he had turned away from her attempts at conversation, too preoccupied with the struggles of his racing career during the 2023 season.

The dining table held her favourite mug, a silent witness to the countless mornings they had shared quiet moments over a cup of coffee. The mug he had gotten her as a joke on Valentine’s day with Mrs. Leclerc imprinted on it. Now, it stood alone, a solitary reminder of the companion he had neglected. Neither was the only woman he wanted as his Mrs. Leclerc here, at the end of the day he too was lonely.

The kitchen counter displayed a jar of her favourite cookies, a sweet indulgence that used to bring smiles to their faces. The same kitchen where they had spent most of their time baking sweet treats on weekends he was free. Now, it only served as a bitter reminder of the sweetness he had let slip away.

In the bathroom, her toothbrush holder and all her other essentials stood as silent symbols of her routines. Charles realised how he had taken her presence for granted, never truly appreciating the small details that made up their shared life. The side of the bed she used to slip into was untouched, her absence palpable. The closet, once filled with her clothes, now stood empty, reflecting the hollowness he felt inside.

The air carried the lingering scent of her perfume, haunting him with memories of the times he had dismissed her attempts to communicate. He could almost hear her voice echoing in the quiet apartment, a ghost of conversations that remained unresolved. The moments she had begged for his attention, a quick conversation but he so casually dismissed with a wave of his hand. Regret weighed heavily on his shoulders as he replayed the moments he had chosen career struggles over connection.

Charles sank onto the couch, surrounded by the artifacts of a love that had slipped through his fingers. The realisation hit him like a tidal wave — she had been his pillar of support during the storm of his career challenges, and he had pushed her away when she needed him the most.

As the evening wore on, Charles found himself retracing his steps through the apartment, trying to mend the fractures he had caused. He picked up her favourite cup, as if holding onto it could bring her back. He gazed at the empty closet, haunted by the absence of her presence. The realisation of his mistakes carved a deep ache in his chest as his eyes fell upon the paper sitting loosely on the coffee table, her words haunting him.

Charles, in a world of men, I hope you know I’d still choose you but I never know if in a room of women, would you ever choose me? I know I said I was okay with taking things slow and without any titles but maybe things aren’t so okay anymore when you read this. I know you said you weren’t ready for a relationship and we stuck to that but I can’t keep up with the lie anymore when I would forever want more with you. Some people aren’t ready no matter how much time you give them but you can’t keep waiting for them, can’t keep choosing them when they don’t choose you. I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep choosing you Charles. I was willing to settle for whatever you would give me because a fraction of you was better than nothing at all. There isn’t any point losing my mind over you when you don’t mind losing me at all. I think that maybe I would always let you come back, if you told me that you were ready and wanted me back, I’m not sure there’s anything that I wouldn’t drop for you. I always wanted it to be you. Call it what you want but I know I love you, it was love for me.

Her words would probably stick with him forever but he should have told her he was ready, told her he loved her when he had the chance. He mind losing her. Yet now he never knew where to find her, his eyes searching for her in every crowd but it was too late for all of that now isn’t it?

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chlerc · 4 months

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meet me in madrid ; jude bellingham

— summary; Art has never been Jude’s thing, that’s why he found himself dropping out of art school at 16 after being forced into it. But did he anticipate a book dedicated to him? No.

pairing — jude bellingham x artsy-writer!f. reader

social media au

content — jude has a bigger impact on her life than he thinks. sentimental, really geeky and good with words jude. close friends when they were 16! tough having a crush at 16, it always lingers

NAVIGATION + author’s note: realised i never had a happy ending jude fic so here we go. and happy new year!!! these are genuine book titles btw…

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ynusername thankful for all your support for Meet Me In Madrid that brought me to Madrid, I cannot wait to see you all tomorrow! Thank you for loving and supporting me always 🤍

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authoranahuangg My gorgeous girl!!

ynusername @authoranahuangg miss you xx

madridlove.png I can’t wait to see you tomorrow to!!!

ynusername @madridlovepng 🥹🥹

lainarae lol imagine not bringing me along???

ynusername @lainarae work trip😒😒

jazzelina.p Jude lurking around 😂

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ynusername pleasure doing business Mykonos!

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lainarae girly going everywhere but coming back home to me 😞

ynusername @lainarae you’re actually insane i was home last week

jobebellingham sister 😍😍

ynusername @jobebellingham brother 😘

nammosworld Hope you enjoyed your stay!

realmadridwag what did i say 🫣

rmwaglife @realmadridwag same

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judebellingham love in Mykonos

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camavinga looking good bro

jude.fp NOOO WE LOST HIM

bellingol.5 LAST PIC

livelaughlovejude OMG YN WAS IN MYKONOS TOO

jude_bellingham_2205 dress looking real familiar rn

vinijr 🤣🤣

judebellingham @vinijr 🤫🤫

5t4rb0yjude @judebellingham bit too obvious and late for that bro

tobybishay just lost all the fangirls

judebellingham @tobybishay my only one is enough

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stages of promises ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which your childhood friend promised to marry you if you’re both single when you turn 25. However, somewhere between the lines of social media and reality, he gets lost in how he feels.

pairing — charles leclerc x baker-childhood-friend!f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 2840.

content — coming of age romance(?) all the times when everything goes south from Charles plans of letting you live your life yet he can never stop that feeling from growing within him. his subtle promises made.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: really like this one where he comes to terms with his feelings through each stage of the relationship, love when men realise he’s more in love than ever.

PROMISE ME WE’LL GET married if we’re still single when we turn twenty five. Those were the exact words Charles had promised when they were sixteen. Young, foolish and innocent but he thought that’d be the best idea and she would always agree with whatever Charles said.

I know I made this promise but I hope you live your life and I live my life, don’t want you feeling trapped. And those were the exact words Charles had mumbled under his breath that night of their wedding. On the same mattress, under the same duvet yet of a different mindset. She barely hummed in reply, tears cascading down her cheeks which symbolised everything unsaid.

It wasn’t like this was a foreign feeling, that same feeling of unrequited love always lingered in the air when they were together. Since they were six, she swore there’d be no one else but him and she thanked her lucky stars when she was sixteen for this marriage pact he came up with for where she is today.

She knew she’d never get anything out of this but it was better than losing him to say the most. Truly, she’d rather be confined in a marriage with him which could blossom hopefully. Yet hearing him draw the lines between them, for the sake of themselves, despite expecting it took a small jab at her feelings.

Hopefully everything changes and they make something out of this though, right?

— 1.

Home baking felt as if it was home making, all those aromas became a part of her life as much as fresh air and sunshine when she picked it up one day. Donning her favourite light oatmeal coloured apron, her hair in a bun yet strands escaped from the sides. As the hours passed, tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of cinnamon buns grew. It was the same as mess, only the good sort she supposed, the edible sort that makes people happy.

The savoury smell of cinnamon lingers in the air whilst the cinnamon buns had risen from their muffin pan casings like unfurled telescopes. Inside the delicate swirl of butter-rich dough were apple chunks coated in the cinnamon sugar. Before they'd been out of the oven a full minute there was an empty spot in the tray and Charles was nowhere to be seen or had he been home when she was too engrossed in the process of baking her other batch? She shrugged, taking her theft as a compliment.

She heard the shuffling of his footsteps, probably smelling the new batch of cinnamon buns fresh out of the oven. “Mia Cara, you’re baking a lot today, what’s up with that?” That had always been his nickname for her, despite the way he had drawn the line between them, he still insists she’s the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

Charles hovered over the next batch of buns, eyeing each of them with his jaw slightly agape. “I thought I could bring your friends some freshly baked buns instead of those one-two days cookies when we have to fly. Since we’re all in Monaco, it’ll be fresher than ever.”

He looks up from the tray, gazing at her with furrowed eyebrows with curiosity written all over his face. “They could just get them from the bakeries, why do you have to bake them personally?” He inches his hand towards the buns but she slapped them away before he could steal another one. “Because they personally said they love my pastries, especially Oscar. Of course I have to personally bake them with love.”

Charles grits his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing more than before. “I tell you I love your pastries but you hardly bake my favourites for me.” He murmurs, thinking she wouldn’t hear his incoherent speech. “I wanted to bake some croissants but I guess I’m not feeling it anymore.” She teased, a giggle hidden in her throat where she faked coughing to cover it up. “No, absolutely not! When we come home from dinner later, you’ll feel the motivation to bake my favourites! You bake for my friends but not for your husband? Crazy, really.”

— 2.

In the dark room, even the ticking had a relaxed feeling, as if it was a heart-beat at rest. She felt as if the air moved like cool water and the aroma of her cypress and cedarwood scented candles infused her far more deeply than it did in the light of day. The dining table strewn with numbered plastic bags, sorted out lego pieces and instruction booklets at a corner.

Lego had always been one of her hobbies, it probably was developed from all those architectural designing and interior designing. Being on study break right now means that she has a whole day or two to herself to complete the new Lego set Charles’ friend, Lando, had gotten her in return for her cinnamon buns from last weekend.

“Honey, I’m home!” Charles singsongs, it had been a habit of his when she moved in with him a little over a year ago. His heavy footsteps ricocheted through the hallway and made a beeline for her. “New Lego set again?” He sits in the chair opposite hers, putting away the opened plastic bags that were empty. “Mhm, Lando got me this one.”

She gazes up at him, her eyes creasing into crescents while giving him the sweetest smile ever that almost swept him off his feet. “Who got you what? Am I hearing this right, Lando got you a Lego set? Please repeat whatever you just said, I fear I might have misheard you.” He rambles, eyes almost popping out of their sockets and his hands by his cheeks resembling the shock emoji.

“Nope, you’re hearing that right. Lando got me this set. Look, it's so cool!” She points towards the box of the Porsche 911 set, her eyes beaming with excitement and completely disregarding him for his shock. “You could have asked me to get you this, why is Lando getting you stuff?” Charles huffed with his arms folded across his chest, yearning for her action again.

“He said it was in repayment for the cinnamon buns I made, told me to bake more if I wanted more Lego sets. I said okay.” He swore he could jump off right there and there from the balcony of his apartment. “Yeah no not happening, I can get you Lego’s too. Next time just ask me, it shouldn’t be my mates getting my wife things. Let’s go, get dressed. We’re going to get you whatever Lego set you want right now.”

— 3.

Charles never thought he would ever come across negative comments of his relationship when scrolling through social media aimlessly. Tweets ranged from Charles acts like he doesn’t love or care about his wife, they’re barely seen together anywhere even in the paddock to outrageous comments saying Yn leave him, I can treat you better!!!

What was up with people commenting about his relationship? A part of him worried that he hadn’t been treating her as how a husband should have yet to be fair this marriage wasn’t out of love but more of a promise to her. Despite that, his mother had always taught him manners and righteousness and he wasn’t going to treat her any less than a wife.

He didn’t like the feeling growing within him, that feeling of guilt eating him alive like he hadn’t treated her well. Or did he not and thought he was all this time? Charles watches as she sat on the left of him on the couch, her eyes glued to her device with a smile never leaving her face. He clears his throat, drawing her attention to him whilst he rested her feet on his thighs. “I have a question.”

She eyed him with suspicion as to why he was acting strange just to have a question answered yet she nodded in response either way. “Do you… Have you ever felt like you’ve been mistreated? Okay maybe not mistreated, more of how I haven’t treated you like my wife. Okay maybe mistreated is the word.”

Her back straightened, staring right at him without batting an eyelash. “Are you insane?” Those words that left her mouth had instead been a surprise for Charles yet he found relief within those three words. “Are you insane? We’ve been friends since forever and you’re asking a question like that out of nowhere?” His arms flailed in the air at her question, shrugging it away. “I’m not talking friendship wise, like the past year as a husband?”

At the least expected time possible, she giggles at his response. Charles swore his heart swelled and every nook and crevices of his heart felt so full. “Charles, you said that we should live our own life. Why should how you treat me matter? But to answer your question, I don’t think there’s any day you make me feel less than a wife although this was your promise.”

Hearing her words made his heart settle a little, his shoulders relaxed which he didn’t even know was tense before. “Yeah good, that’s what I was aiming for. Still wanna make sure you get the proper treatment as my wife, you know Mia Cara?” Her response only came in a form of smile which displayed the matching dimples they both had, equally of depth. “Stop reading those tweets, I know Charles.”

— 4.

The crowd is a river of people, everyone moving in the same direction. There are only joyful faces as we head toward the stadium for the greatest Cigarettes After Sex concert on earth. Music to fill them chock full of adrenaline pumping happiness. They move not like pebbles in a jar, but like water molecules flowing smoothly past one another, lovers staying together with fingers entwined.

Being in Abu Dhabi and attending a music festival was a foreign experience for Charles, so he stood by his wife with their hands entwined in his pocket. “Mia Cara, isn’t this your favourite band? The one you play all day long at home?” He leaned forward to her ear, the hot air of his fanning her neck. “They’re so good, right?”

Charles hums in reply, being able to listen to her favourite band live with her made everything better. “I love it if you love it.” He mumbles, craning his head away and brings a hand to rub his nape and focuses his attention back on the last song of the band playing live. “Do you feel the raindrops or is it just me?”

At once there came a flash mob of rain, Charles cursed internally at the fact that he didn’t have an umbrella with him. He should have known to bring one especially when the music festival was an open concept one. “Mia Cara, we have to go. I don’t have an umbrella with me.” She nods in agreement while Charles pulls her closer, in hopes of shielding her from the rain and making their way towards his car.

“Wait for me in the car yeah? I’ll be right back.” He hovers over her, buckling her seatbelt and tucked her in with the sweater he always had lying in his car. His hands running to increase the temperature of the air conditioner, brushing his lips across her forehead. “Keep the door locked, I’ll be back before you know it.”

And truly before she knows, he’s back with a paper bag in his hands and a completely different outfit. Charles slides into his driver seat, handing the paper bag to her. “Got us a new change of clothes, I’ll stop by the nearest toilet so you can get change. Don’t want you to fall sick and catch a cold.”

She rummaged through the paper bag, looking at the outfit exactly the same as the one Charles is donning. “Is this a matching outfit or?” Her eyebrows cocked up, looking at him with a small grin. “Eh no, it’s just the same colour and design, you know? I got it from the same department store.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips at his lousy excuse, anyone looking at the outfit would have known it was a matching piece. “Mhm sure, everything you say is right, yeah?” Charles grumbles a response, a huff leaving him. “Yeah whatever.”

— 5.

Charles returning to an apartment completely engulfed in darkness with the air so still has never been a thing. There would always be light in the entrance hallway she turned on before going to bed or the living room lights turned on and her playlist on shuffle if she hadn’t fallen asleep.

Half past eleven at night, she couldn’t have been asleep could she? For all he knew, she had never been one to be asleep this early. Or maybe she had been too tired today. He padded towards their bedroom where the door was left wide open and there’s no one found in their bed.

The sound of the door closing has him running back towards the entrance of their apartment. There she stood with her hair let down, one of his favourite black skim dresses of hers, a surprise look written all over her face. “You’re back early today.” She pats at his shoulder, walking past him to the living room where she thumped on the couch.

“Where have you been?” Charles questioned as he took a seat beside her, worry laced in his voice. “Had dinner with an old friend of mine.” He watches as her eyes flutter, her chest rising and falling evenly. “Your old friend is my old friend, why didn’t they ask me out too?”

“Yeah about that, don’t think he knows you…” His hands flew up to his cheeks, rubbing his face with his palms and letting out a sigh. “Sorry did you just say he? Look I’m not tryna restrict who you go out with but at least let me know yeah? But he? A he? An old friend could be an old flame” Charles lets himself ramble and ramble, his hands throwing all sorts of signs with his speech.

“Charles, we just had dinner and afterwards a coffee to catch up. He’s married and a father to twins…” Her voice trails off, watching his expression fall when he realises everything he had just rambled about. “Oh, I never said anything. I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me but I appreciate it. Just let me know next time, okay?”

And she truly appreciates his worry about her wellbeing but there’s a small part of her that wonders if it was because of a different reason. “Why are you so worried, I can look out for my own safety.” He bites at his bottom lips, grumbling to himself at her question. “Because you’re my wife and I don’t want you getting hurt or stuff. Neither should you be on a date with someone else who isn’t me.”

The giggle that escapes her rolled about the room like a child's spinning top, vibrant and heart warming as it moved around the people in its chaotic way. Her giggle was a stone bouncing across a glossy lake, creating ripples of mirth where there had been none, warming Charles’ soul. “You’re jealous?”

“What? No?” He holds both his hands up in surrender, as if being accused of a crime yet he seemed guilty of doing so. She cocks an eyebrow up at him, questioning him with her gaze. “I wouldn’t call it jealousy, I just don’t wanna share what’s mine with others. You know?”

“So jealousy, that is?” He runs his hand through her disheveled hair, groans a response instead of using his words as he couldn’t formulate one. “It’s okay I get you Charles, I understand you.”

“Good because I don’t want you dating anyone else but me. I love you enough for the both of us, you’re not going anywhere without me.”

I love you, always. Those were the exact words Charles had said that night, the three words she had been yearning to hear from him. On the same mattress, under the same duvet and of the same mindset.

I have loved you since we were five. There hasn’t been anyone else but you, Charles. This was a foreign feeling to her, the feeling of your unrequited love turned to requited love. She thanked the lucky stars for how her life turns out despite the ups and downs.

And there’s a lot of things Charles may have regretted doing or promising, but he definitely would never regret something. And that is six year old him promising to marry her when they’re both single at twenty five. He’d thank fate for having them together but he would have been with her either way even if it wasn’t meant to be.

He would no longer vacillate between lovers and friends but obsess over her forevermore. As long as she existed, he would be hers. No question no doubt and in every universe.

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trouble in paradise ; jude bellingham

— summary; somewhere between the lines of being okay with everything, Jude, social media and the marriage. She wonders if she dodged the bullet or just lost the love of her life.

pairing — jude bellingham x university-student!f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1270.

content — angst! long distance relationship hurts more than expected. Jude coming home to her to find himself losing her wasn’t the first thing on his list.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i’m losing myself in angst, i love it so much you don’t understand. There’s nothing else but angst for me.

BEING MARRIED TO YOUR first best-friend, first crush and first love must have been everyone’s dream. She got exactly what she wanted with Jude, the best thing she could ever ask for. Yet at this point in life, it’s not really what she wanted anymore.

In London, there was no one else with her at home, their home besides the stacks of books and waste paper cluttering her desk. Her university mates and Jude, the Corgi she adopted and named after him just to have a reminder of him with her, was her only form of interaction. The picture of Jude and her when he first played his first professional football match, sitting on the nightstand beside her.

He promised, promised that he’d fly over and celebrate her birthday together. She should’ve known out of the countless promises he made, Jude would have never kept to them. And she tried, tried being okay and understanding of the demands of his job, his schedules. This career was everything he wanted in life, besides her.

Eight hours passed the clock striking midnight, passed her birthday and yet he was still nowhere to be found within the compound of their home. Her home, now. The sound of unlocking a door ricochets through the hallway, his tall figure coming to sight. Dressed in his white sweats and a graphic hoodie thrown over, a cap worn backwards.

“Love, you’re up early.” His voice gruff, outstretched his arms for a hug but she only stood there eyeing him, waiting for him to say more. Waiting for him to ramble his apologies and excuses or reasoning just like he always did. “You’re late, eight hours late.” The smell of the Dior Sauvage cologne penetrated her nose; he had been using the same one for as long as she remembered. The same cologne she’d gotten him the first time and he hadn’t used others then.

She’d like to believe that he loved her preference but truly, Jude didn’t care about anything else unless it’s related to his career or football. There wouldn’t be any changes simply because he didn’t care about it enough to put an effort into changing it.

“I’m sorry love, I was caught up in a shoot for an advertisement and I swear- Love, no no why are you crying? I’m sorry, I was late.” It wasn’t the fact that he was late or not. It was how he had been late even despite her reminder last Thursday and he said he knew it was as important to him as it was to her. Where did he end up being anyways? Late, like always.

It was the fact that along the lines of football and making a name for himself, she lost herself in the unwavering support she had for him. Lost herself to his list of reasons for missing out on a date, an important event or day. She was so okay with it that it wasn’t okay anymore. Birthday’s had never been important to her as long as Jude was here, but this birthday was important. It was more than a birthday, it was a revelation.

“I’m sorry for being late, love. I swear I tried flying in earlier but the shoot kept going on. I’m sorry, please tell me how I can make this work. How can I make you feel better?” Except there was no solution to making her feel better anymore. She always believed his promises but what was the point of making promises if you no longer kept to them?

“Just go Jude, I’ll be better that way.” She mumbled, crystal tears running down her cheeks and she wiped at them hoping Jude hadn’t seen it but he did. He always notices everything when it comes to her, when anything is related to her. “You’ve made it clear time and again that I’m not a priority.”

“That’s not true.” He sounds baffled, stepping closer towards her with his hand reaching for her only to watch her take a step back, putting the distance between them. “Isn’t it? Everytime you promised you’d be here, you’d always end up late. If you were wondering, it didn't matter if you were late or not. I wondered if there was an emergency at home and in Madrid, would you have been with me or in Madrid?”

“You know I’d always choose you, without a doubt love.” His vision filled with something foreign, something he had never felt in a long while, blurring his vision. “I don’t Jude, I don’t even know if you would choose me because you haven’t, in a long time.” A groan escaped, the burning sensation in the back of his throat like he just downed a shot of vodka.

“Please baby, I promise I can make it better, please just tell me how.” Usually his pleas and those tears running down his cheeks would have done it for her but not this time. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jude.” He shuffles forward, engulfing her in his arms as his tears fall and probably wetting her shoulders.

“No, I’ll keep to this promise. Please just tell me how I can make it better. I can’t lose you baby, please.” Without her, there was no Jude. But he had lost her a long time ago when he missed those countless dinners, events, days and everything else when they should’ve been together. “Don’t be foolish Jude, you’d be happier without this, without me and I know it. Don’t hold on to something that doesn’t belong to us anymore, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“No, I’m not being foolish. All I ever wanted in life was you and I have you now, why would I let you go. I don’t ever want to let you go, please baby.” He snapped, voice so vulnerable it was strange to them. Why do people only realise what they have when they lose it?

She removes herself from him, wiggling out of his grasp and he yearns for the warmth of her body. It was truly then that he realised how long it had been since they even hugged. He was so caught up in his move to Madrid and settling down that he had forgotten about the girl that had been there with him throughout every step. The girl that he lost because of himself.

You are my one and only, today, tomorrow and forever. There’s no one else but you, and in every universe, I’d always choose you. She’d always kept to her vow even when she was in London studying and he was in Madrid making a name for himself. She’d always love Jude even if shouldn’t, even if she didn’t have the right.

I promise to be there for you forever, always. Jude always meant the vow when he said it, he still does. Yet between his intentions and actions, it couldn’t replicate what he said and promised. And he only realises it when it was all too late, when he should’ve been there and made the effort, the bare minimum he could have done.

“You’d let us go if you love us, Jude.” I love you enough for the two of us but there’s never enough with you as time passes. Those words were left unsaid and it’d always be left unsaid. He’d rather lose his career than lose her, but he doesn’t even have the chance to choose now.

20 September. He’ll always think of her on this day, eight hours after her birthday and the day he lost her. The day he lost himself. Without her, there’s no Jude Bellingham.

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times it mattered ; charles leclerc

— summary; 5 times where Charles showed you what it’s like to be on the receiving end of love with his actions and words.

pairing — charles leclerc x art-student!f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1899.

content — 5 times you realised that being in an arranged marriage with Charles Leclerc wasn’t that bad. Actions speak louder than words, but what if he has a mix of both?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i awfully love this one because i’m soooo an acts of service girl and this is exactly what i want in life but no one gets what they want.

— 1.

THE SOUND OF THE television drains out with her head in her hands, the table with an array of paint and colour pencils. The sketch, she thought wasn’t good enough, had been staring at her for the past twenty minutes. Under the sky of midnight velvet, she had been in this very exact position since the morning blues.

It was only when the sound of the door slammed shut that broke her out of her trance, she didn’t need to turn to know that it was Charles. “Hey, bella.” He greets, sitting on the couch behind her and she turns to give him a small smile. He knew that smile even though she had hardly smiled at him, the same exact smile when she can’t get a sketch right.

“I bought you these, it was on the way home.” Charles holds out the bouquet of baby breaths in front of her, scratching at his nape and a small grin on his face that displays his dimples. “Thanks, you didn’t have to though.” Her eyes creased into crescents, taking in the sight of the bouquet. “I know I don’t have to but I wanted to, let me do my thing as your husband yeah?”

Husband on paper but not really her husband though, doesn’t matter as long as things are working out and thank god it’s going well between them. It was an occasional thing where Charles would always arrive home with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, saying it’s on the way home and that it would be a waste if the florist didn’t sell them out.

The smile on her face probably said everything there was left unsaid and god it left Charles weak in his knees. “I’ll go and take a shower, long day today and I probably smell bad. The sketch is looking good, hope your projects are going well.” He ruffled her hair before jogging away into the master bedroom but the smell of his Creed perfume remains behind.

— 2.

Mornings had never been her favourite thing, not when she knew lectures were awaiting her the whole day or projects piling up on her load. Golden rays of the morning sun came as invitations to the day, yet she only felt dread in leaving the duvet that kept her warm and acted as a protective layer from the world beyond.

The house is empty and quiet as always, leaving her to savour the hours of mornings in freedom and solitude, not that Charles had ever been bothersome to her morning routine. The only sign of Charles that was left behind was the scent of his Dior Sauvage cologne that she had gotten him, adding to his growing collections of perfumes.

Her door left ajar when she finally untangled herself from the comfort of her sheets, dragging herself towards the kitchen where she would always find an avocado bowl and a cup of tea ready for her. There’d always be a message on her phone accompanying Charles’ gesture although she thinks of it as bothersome for him to prepare breakfast for her if he never has some of it.

It started off as a one time thing where it subsequently happened everyday after she bought him a belt in return for his actions. Everything then just happened naturally as it became a habit for her to buy him things and he’d prepare her breakfast. She’d like to think that Charles liked her taste in whatever she bought him, perfumes, jeans and dress shirts.

That one time where she caught Charles pouring a cup of tea only and putting the kettle back in place, then she only realised he never drank tea. He’d always say “It’s okay I drink some of it too so I made more and we can share.” but he never drank some of it, all of it was for her because he had a cup of cappuccino daily.

— 3.

“Bella today’s my day off, let’s go somewhere should we?” Charles pokes his head around the corner of the living room as she glances up from her sketch to catch his small grin. “I have 2 more sketches to complete but we can go. Where are we going, have you thought of it?” There had rarely been days where they ever went out together, their schedules not complying with each other.

There’s excitement in his eyes as they glint in the light, a deep happiness in the well of his dimples where she found home within, a spark that would always lead her to thrive once more. “Of course, I planned it beforehand and even if you were going to disagree, I would have come up with some other plan to drag you out.”

A giggle left her lips as Charles walked forward, hands outstretched for her to hold onto when standing up. “There’s a desk in your room, why do you always wanna make your back suffer by sitting on the floor with nothing to lean against and hunching over the coffee table.” His voice laced with concern knowing how often she had complained of a backache from the long hours sitting down.

“I just like it there, you can’t stop me because you’re not home mostly.” It wasn’t supposed to hurt but it had been like a jab towards him that made him realised his tight schedule. The least he could do to make up for the time loss was bringing her out when he was home, preparing her breakfast, tucking her into the duvets before he left or came home.

Truthfully they both knew that they never wanted to end up in an arranged marriage but what could he do except to make the most out of it? Especially when someone as gorgeous and beautiful as her, he wasn’t letting the chance slip through. “Where are we going?” She pivots on her heels to face him, her brows cocked up while looking at him. “Art Museum.”

“But you said you didn’t understand art and paintings the last time we went.” Charles only shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before walking to his bedroom. “You’re there, you can explain everything to me. My art student for a reason, aren’t you?

— 4.

Leaving everything on the coffee table was something she always did with her colour pencils, brushes and paints all over the table. Charles had been used to that though, that’s why he had always been the one cleaning after her mess. “Leave it, I'll clear it up later.” Yet she’d always return to an organised coffee table, the packed dinner he brought back or those he cooked when he was free were already on the table.

“I’m home with dinner, go wash your hands and we can eat together.” The shuffling of Charles’ footsteps can be heard from the living room while she makes her way towards the bathroom, washing her hands of different colours and doodles. The rustling of plastic bags were heard, the sound of her colour pencils being kept away.

Yet when she rounded the corner of the living room, Charles sat there with her sketchbook in hand, flipping through where his eyes were enlarged at every sketch he flipped through. “Charles, are you snooping through my sketches?” Her eyebrows cocked up with her lips slightly lifted at the ends.

“Nooo, not at all. I was just, what do you call that? Interested but openly looking, not snooping.” He shuts the sketchbook close at her voice, pushing it to the far end of the couch and raising his hands in surrender. “Leave it there, we can look through it and I’ll explain it to you later. The projects, the drawings and everything else.”

He had eyes that spoke of all things newborn in the spring, glimmering with the small hint of excitement that hid behind the windows of a soul. “Really? You’d tell me all about it? Everything in between too?” Her smile grows of its own accord and she can either let him see what he ignited or hide it, either way, he's the most fun and adorable thing in her world.

“I would if you finish your dinner first and take a shower after, then we can go through everything you said and everything in between.” The glasses that sat on the arch of his nose only worsened the palpitations within her heart, every nook and crevice filled with adoration for him. “Then what are you waiting for? Come here, have a seat and start digging in!”

— 5.

Nothing on earth beats the atmosphere of a concert, aside from a race where Charles wins, nothing comes as close to this feeling. The crowd has a life of its own, the vibrant clothes shine in the track lights and the people move like enchanting shoals of fish.

Charles stood by her side, hands on the small of her back where he occasionally tugged her closer from the crowd. Being here, at The 1975 concert, with Charles was definitely not something she had expected since they ever got married. The back of her heels hurt from the bite of her shoes she had horribly chosen.

“You okay? I’ll get us out of here soon, my car’s parked far though, it might be quite a bit of a walk.” Charles peers down at her, oblivious to her pain and watches her face scrunch with her eyes wincing while nodding in response to him. “Are you sure you’re okay, are you tired?” And he only gets a meek smile in return, not quite like the same person he had been with during the concert. “Your feet hurts, don't they?”

She acts like it’s nothing she couldn’t handle, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly when they walked out of the concert venue. He stops his tracks along as she does by the bench nearby, then bending over to remove his Jordans and pushing her gently to sit on the bench. “What are you doing, Charles?”

He whistled to the song he had heard in the concert earlier instead of replying, kneeling by her to slip off her shoes and fit them in with his Jordan’s instead. He then turns around, patting his back as a signal for her to hop on. “C’mon, let’s go and it’s late.” But she only stared at him with her jaws hung open, processing what he had just done. “Hey come on, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

And when she finally relaxed herself onto his back and the comfort within her arms around his neck, his left hand carried her shoes whilst continuing his whistle and walking towards the car with only his socks. “Why are you doing this Charles, doesn’t your foot hurt with only the socks?”

“Doesn’t really matter as long as you’re okay, besides the walk to the car isn’t that far so I can handle it.” Her fingers meddled with the necklaces he wore, mostly from his sponsored brand. “Sleep with me tonight.” His abrupt remark had caused a gasp to leave her mouth, throwing him a soft punch on the shoulder.

“Isn’t that a little too straightforward?” Charles shook his head and chuckled, swaying her from side to side. “I meant together in my room, like moving into the master bedroom.” She only hummed in reply, teasing him with her short and unclear response which left him desperate. “Sure.”

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tour guides ; rúben dias

— summary; Everyone always thought you’d end up with Carlos ultimately, yet here you are with a footballer no one expected.

pairing — rúben dias x carlos-sainz’s-bestfriend!f. reader

social media au

content — Carlos never wanted or expected you to be dating a footballer from Manchester City, out of all clubs. City till I die though, you’d say.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: this was supposed to be a barça player fic then I thought of rúben and how madrid got smoked by city in UCL this year.

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ynusername back at home 💋

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carlossainz55 who’s the cutie in last pic

ynusername @carlossainz55 🤢🤢

charles_leclerc mi hermosa niña ( my gorgeous girl )

ynusername @charles_leclerc who’s teaching you to flirt in spanish

landonorris carlos 😍😍

livelaughcarlos is she his girlfriend or?

cs55fan @livelaughcarlos best-friend

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carlossainz55 Some black & whites from Milano 🇮🇹

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ynusername loved the flowers!!!

carlossainz55 @ynusername thanks for the update 👍

shelovesf1 just friends???????

f1gossip third pic…🤔🤔

carlossainz.updates Lana Del Rey coded 😍

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carlossainz55 Portugal weekend dump!! 🇵🇹🙌

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ynusername LAST PICCC 🥹🥹🥹

f1 The man you are, Carlos ❤️‍🔥

shelovescarlos please whack me with that golf club

carlos.ferrari.55 Footballer Carlos making a comeback 😱

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ynusername you were lovely portugal. back 2 to the old hair colour 😘

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scuderiaferrari The only pair of best friends we need 🤞

rubendias 😍🔥

ynusername @rubendias obrigada 🫣

carlossainz55 @rubendias ????

carlos55lvr you’re so gorgeous it’s insane, you’re unreal

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rubendias your best tour guide ft. frank ocean

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jackgrealish the best i’ve seen you mate

rubendias @jackgrealish 😅

julianalvarez 😎🆒

citizentid BEST CB IN THE WORLD 🔥🔥

mancity.updates TREBBLE WINNER!!!

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ynusername with the best tour guide in Manchester 🤍

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f1gossip is Carlos the tour guide

charles_leclerc I’m sensing danger coming your way…

ynusername @charles_leclerc that’s what I’m thinking of too but I can only pray 🤞🫣

f1.wags bet that’s carlos

nataliewille mi noviaaa, eres tan bonitaa 💋💋 ( my girlfrienddd, you’re so prettyy )

ynusername @nataliewille te amooo, te extraño mucho 🥹🤍 ( i love you, miss you so much )

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rubendias Always a pleasure Ibiza, cutest tour guide btw 🇪🇸

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mancity who’s the cute tour guide 🤫

jackgrealish you look high

rubendias @jackgrealish you forgot i threw up in your mom’s bag?

jackgrealish @rubendias at least not my gucci bag

mancitygoat best CB in the world deserves all the cuties in the world

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ynusername i’m the cutest tour guide in Ibiza

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charles_leclerc I might know a thing or two, but if i speak I’d be in great trouble.

ynusername @charles_leclerc then don’t speak

f1gossip your turn to post now carlos

carlosgirl55 where are you when we need you carlos

sofiaxee eres tan sexy me estoy volviendo loca ( you’re so sexy i’m going insane )

ynusername @sofiaxee para soy tímida 🤭 ( stop i’m shy )

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carlossainz55 i’m not the tourist or tour guide, i’ve been training 😂😂

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ynusername thanks for blowing it 🙄

carlossainz55 @ynusername it was fun

charles_leclerc don’t worry, I also wanted the Carlos-Y/n end game

ynusername @charles_leclerc 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc I’d rather die 🤢🤮

f1gossip If it’s not Carlos then who????

carlos_sainz_daily NOOO OUR CARLOS-Y/N ENDING 😭

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ynusername surprise, i have a thing for 2022/2023 trebble winners 💋❤️‍🔥

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rubendias surprise. i love you so much my tour guide ❤️

ynusername @rubendias i lovee youuuuu moree

carlossainz55 I tried talking her out of it guys but there’s only a limit to what i can do 😓

ynusername @carlossainz55 i quote “did you really have to go and date someone Madrid lost to in the UCL?? Why not Jude bellingham?”

carlossainz55 @ynusername yup and she said “City Till I die, Jude’s too young for me.” Yeah I almost died when she said that. #Madridistaforever

f1 when worlds collide. ⚽ x 🏎️

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rubendias cutest tour guide reveal, i love you. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me 😍

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ynusername love you too 🥹💋

rubendias @ynusername 🤍

mancity Bros 💯

jackgrealish stay winning

mancity.updates Bro is winning on and off pitch

ruben_dias_3 Trebble winner and won in love too

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acts of service ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which Charles shares the love story between you two when asked about it in an interview with Arthur.

pairing — charles leclerc x first-love!f. reader

social media au

content — everything he does in order to win your heart over, it wasn’t even that hard now that he thought of it. he says it’s his naturally sweet nature and his actions mattered more.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: yeah this was from none other than my comfort chinese drama that i never finished because i didn’t want it to end

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charles_leclerc My number 1 supporter, my bestest friend in the world, the best thing that could ever happen to me. I love you so much no words could ever describe it, I wouldn’t be here without you. I always thought I’d live my life ordinarily, until i met you. Everytime I look in your eyes, there’s nothing but me in them. I kept thinking why in this world, there’d be someone as bright as the sun. When I fail, when I encounter difficulties and want to give up, you’ll say “it’s okay, you are the best for me.”

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ynusername chacha i love you so much it’s unreal, my best friend ever. the best for me. 💋

charles_leclerc @ynusername ti amooo ❤️

arthur_leclerc Family 🤍

lorenzotl ❤️❤️❤️

landonorris i hope you’re happy for making me want to drive off the cliff 🤢🤢

carlossainz55 that’s my favourite engineer right there

charles_leclerc_fanpage everyone needs a charles leclerc, he is the standard

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ynusername Chacha! my love, my deskmate since highschool, the one and only where his actions spoke louder than his words. you’re the best thing that can ever happen to me and I’m sooo thankful for that. If everyone’s 100/100, you’ll always be 101/100. I’d always give you my special 1 point, it’ll always be saved for you. I don’t think I can ever love someone else like you, you’re It for me. I love you and will always love you 🤍

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charles_leclerc amoreee, your chacha forever. my personal paparazzi and photographer, my love for you is bigger than the whole sky. 😍

ynusername @charles_leclerc i love youuuu

landonorris please stop with this, i can no longer stomach it. a gun in my mouth rn

f1 the only couple that matters besides yukierre

cl16.updates everyone needs a relationship like them

f1daily no one else comes as close to them

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charles_leclerc Nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight I’ve always come home to. Her summer break; studying & races. My summer break; she’s still studying… Hey but I guess that’s where she got me today! 🤍

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ynusername I study for the sake of your team, we’ll come back stronger!

charles_leclerc @ynusername my one and only engineer 🤍

carlossainz55 give her a break 🗣️🗣️

charles_leclerc @carlossainz55 mate I do, why else would I post the second picture 😏

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc OK TMI, please leave OUR engineer alone.

scuderiaferrari That’s our #1 engineer!

charles_16_lec favourite couple 🥹

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ynusername I promise I still take notes for Charles, it’s just that I take notes of him now. The GQ magazine, absolutely majestic… Enjoy your summer break, your engineer will carry on working hard!!! Let’s keep pushing, we’ll be back stronger xx

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charles_leclerc sweetest girl, I love you 😘

ynusername @charles_leclerc 🤍

maxverstappen1 Do you fancy a space in the Redbull garage

ynusername @maxverstappen1 appreciate it Max, but I’m right where I need to be.

maxverstappen1 @ynusername worth a shot 😞 miss you, you and charles come over soon yeah

f1 Our Favourite Engineer!

#charles #charles leclerc #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader #f1 ferrari #fanfiction #fluff #leclerc #cl16 x you #f1 x you #f1 #chlerc

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he hey sports ; joão félix

— summary; in which João arrives home and finds you laughing at the partnership video he filmed for EA Sports.

pairing — joão félix x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 707 + an ig post from joão.

content — being lovey-dovey with joão when he comes home after training and sees you laughing at him. But he thinks it’s not really funny and whines about it.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i think the joão leaving Chelsea drought just hit me, i saw him liking Chelsea’s post for Kai Havertz birthday and lost it, that was my last straw fr.

THE SUN SET IN the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, the orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. With light pouring through the curtains, there she was curled up on the couch with a video constantly replaying.

She had been home this whole day, finishing up with university assignments as well as awaiting the arrival upon home of her favourite portuguese. Whilst being too engrossed with the video on her phone, she was deafened to the sound of an unlocking door. “Seriously? I come home after training to find you laughing at a video that shows me struggling?”

She glances up from her device, staring at the reason who had been the cause of her tears from laughing. Her leg shuffled towards him with her lips upturned, reaching her eyes as they crinkled. “Welcome home, amor.” She giggled while greeting him with a chaste kiss to his lips and grabbing his duffel bag from his grasp.

“Very funny huh? Not that funny when I’m the one struggling eh. I wasn’t even struggling, they just couldn’t hear me right.” João rambles through his gritted teeth although he admits internally that it was a funny thing. “It is very funny, look!” She shoves the clip on her phone right into his face, volume at full blast.

He grumbles in response at her action but still watches the whole video. “He Hey Sports. Bro, come on!” João grabs the phone from her grasp, letting the video run as she lets out a heart laugh. He swore if his struggling to say EA Sports gets him a laugh like this everytime, he would have done it over and over again just for her.

God, the sound of her laughter is a soul elevator for anyone blessed enough to hear it. It was sugar in his day after a training preparation for the weekend. “He Hey Sports bro! I didn’t say H.” He’s hundred percent sure that she just laughed louder at that part of the clip.

“Anjo, enough now. It’s not really nice to be laughing at your boyfriend’s accent.” He whines, turning off the phone as he joins her on the couch where she was clearly having the time of her life teasing him. João snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest where it vibrated to her laughter. “Very funny huh?”

She gazed upon him, her hazel eyes glittering as he saw his own reflection in her eyes. The warmth of her body radiating off her as João felt it in his bones despite the sweater he had on. He leans forward briefly to sneak a kiss on her forehead, the very same smile she greeted him with displayed on her face. They say the sun is the brightest light, but the light of her smile is the brightest they have yet to see.

“Can you say EA Sports for me please?” Her lips jutted out, her doe eyes staring right through his soul. In that moment he knew how utterly fucked he was in the ass, there was no way he would ever be able to resist her or her requests, certainly no way when she was looking at him like that. “You think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?”

“Pleaseee!” She clasps both her hands together, pleading at him but he was going to say it for her either way. “He Hey Sports, it’s in the game.” And there it goes again, her laugh ricocheting throughout the living room. But it was worth it to João, everything was worth it if it meant for her to laugh like that and him being the reason for it.

“No way, we have to play FIFA tonight and have you take a picture of it and post it on Instagram. You have a partnership with them, you gotta make up for not being able to say it right.” She caresses at his cheek with her thumb and João only nods to her. “Yeah you’re having so much fun, I wonder why.” Her eyes twinkled, thinking of the same moment from the clip. His exasperation was it for her. “I am because of you, eu te amo João.”

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joaofelix79 i would like to thank He Hey Sports for the scrumptious dinner my girl cooked for me. I’ve been religiously practiced on saying it, I will do better the next video. He Hey Sports, It’s in the game.

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ynusername i got him to say it for me every day he comes home from training 😁

joaofelix79 @ynusername yeah and you be having the most fun 😒

easports @ynusername thanks for helping him out 😂😂😂

chelseafc He Hey Sports João!

risingballers Sequel of that clip 😂😂

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chlerc · 10 months

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tidal wave ; charles leclerc

— summary; in which her song recommendations to him all had a motive, telling him what she felt towards him. They said flood it like a tidal wave though, hopefully not?

pairing — charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1147.

content — friends to lovers, charles being there for her when she’s drunk, being there for her in general. “this reminded me of you” because i love it and charles holding her hair back when she vomits.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: swear this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away, a long drabble yeah 🙏🏻😓

BEING WOKEN UP IN the middle of the night to the sound of his phone constantly vibrating should pissed him off. And it did yet he finds himself glancing at the Caller ID instead of letting it ring or declining it. Charles mentally cursed at himself for not turning on airplane mode before heading to sleep.

Amore mio 🤍, the Caller ID displayed the contact of his best-friend who he would prefer calling her his love. A habit he had grown into since they had met and was never able to quit it. “Amore, it’s late and you should be sleeping, why are you calling? Is something wrong, do you need me to be there?”

Charles realised it sounded stupid to jump to the conclusion that she needed help immediately but who would call at half past 4 in the morning unless they weren’t in trouble or needed help. “I’m at the club.” She slurred her speech, the live band playing picked up through the phone.

“Yeah I can hear that. You need me to pick you up, amore?” Sure he needed to catch up on sleep after he had spent extra hours into the dusk days earlier, jetlagged too from all the flying around. Charles had always been an insomniac, it just got to him with everything on his shoulders. But it was only just now where he managed to sleep at 2 before his phone rang.

“Were you sleeping? Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I know how hard it is for you to fall asleep.” It seemed funny to Charles that she still remembers he’s an insomniac despite being drunk. “No I wasn’t sleeping, tossing and turning in bed until you called.” She could easily tell it was a lie with how hoarse he had sounded when he first picked up the phone.

“The live band sang a song earlier and the lyrics reminded me of you.” She had been about all these lyrics and songs thing the past week, constantly sending him the links and a “reminded me of you” attached to the message. “Send it over, I’ll listen to it later. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“No I can get home on my own and it’s still early, go to sleep Charles.” He would have gone to sleep but 4 in the morning was certainly not early, not knowing she’s home safe would have left him restless. “Still early when it’s already 4? I’ll pick you up, no buts.”

He threw on the white sweatshirt that sat on the chair by his desk, still in the grey sweatpants while tracking her location through his phone that was connected to his Find My app. He thanked the lord for the club being the one near his apartment, he could easily reach it in 5 minutes if he jogged.

That’s exactly what Charles did as he found himself in the middle of the club, eyes settling on her right away as she sat by the bar. “Amore, we have to go home yeah? Get on my back, I’ll carry you back.” Her cheeks flushed, lips cherry red and eyes droopy. Charles would not succumb to looking in her eyes, not when he knew looking at her cute drunken state would leave his heart to skip a beat.

She only groaned in response as she got on his back, this was way too familiar for the both of them. Charles had always offered his back whenever her feet ached from walking or her heels biting at them, or when she found herself drunk and lightheaded. His back would always be ready for her. He loved the feeling of her on his back anyways, it felt like she was a part of him. “Have you listened to the song I sent you?”

“No, we can listen to it together on the way back. Here, take it and play it.” He hands her his phone and she unlocked it, her birthday being the password. The lyrics shouldn’t have striked him in his heart as it should but the songs she had recommended over the past few weeks have lines similar to it. But I'll pray for you all the time. If I could be by your side I'll give you all my life, my seasons.

Charles shrugs the feeling off as they reach the door to his apartment and quickly unlock the door with the code. She got off his back, making her way towards the bathroom whilst swaying from side to side, unable to balance her footing. The sound of her retching made Charles shuffle towards her, half bent by her side as he held her hair back.

“Amore, why were you at the club on a weekday? And alone? You could have asked me to join you.” He watched as she stood up, washing her mouth. God she still looked beautiful even if she was this miserable looking after everything that happened. “Knew you were busy and I wanted to be alone.” He could never be too busy for her though. Her words still slurry and eyelids begging to be closed as she made her way towards his guest room only to be stopped halfway.

“You’re sleeping with me, let me take care of you tonight.” He tosses her his slightly smaller sweatpants with drawstrings and a white tee, giving her space to change while he retrieves a glass of water and a Ibuprofen tablet.

“Feel better soon.” Charles tucks her in under his duvets, placing the cup by his bedside table before slipping under the cover too. “Haven’t you noticed?” She mumbled into the crook of his neck, his arm thrown over her wait as he pulled her in closer. He liked having her close to him, and loved how warm she felt against him. “Noticed what, amore?”

“The lyrics. The lyrics of the songs I send you, they’re telling you something, Charles.” He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t paid attention to them because he truly did and wondered about it before trying to fall asleep the past few days. “You’re wasted and tired, go to sleep, amore. We’ll talk about it when you’re sober.”

“They say drunken words are sober thoughts, why can’t you see that Charles?” She shuts her eyes closed, not wanting to hear his response before the fatigue overtook her body within seconds. Yeah she had been tired and wasted just like Charles said, he was too familiar with how she’d behave when drunk.

“Told you that you’re tired, we’ll talk in the morning. Ti amo, amore mio.” The steady soft breathing of hers had found a way to calm Charles down as for the first time in a long time, has he ever fallen asleep within seconds.

Yet would anyone ever know that his I love you were words he actually meant.

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on the move ; jude bellingham

— summary; being in love with the guy you said yes to no-strings attached has to be the worse thing ever. He made it worst by moving to Madrid, no goodbyes.

pairing — jude bellingham x fwb!f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1070 with a mix of social media posts.

content — lil angst(?) the girl who wants a forever with the guy who’s always on the move for his career. lil tadbit of asshole & toxic jude i think

NAVIGATION + author’s note: tbh idk where this went near the end, it’s sketchy…

is jude toxic if he’s based off this song…

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ftballwags Jude Bellingham spotted with rumoured girlfriend, @ynusername ( last picture from her story captioned 2+2=22 in black and yellow )

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luvjb22 she’s literally so gorgeous…

jbellinghamdaily caption @ my account wrongly, that’s me sorry guys

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judebellingham what a place 🇬🇷

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jobebellingham who the flowers for

judebellingham @jobebellingham a cute photographer / my stalker

gioareyna cutie 😍

judebellingham @gioareyna all you 😘

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j22de flowers are for me calm down guys

WAKING UP IN THE embrace of Jude had become her favourite thing over the past month. It was the way he had his arms around her waist, legs tangled with each other, the warmth radiating off his bare body and the comfort within him.

Him sleeping over at her apartment wasn’t foreign anymore, not with how the friendship escalated between them. From a friend to the rumoured girlfriend who in truth was actually a friend with benefits. Pictures of them together all over every social media platform but not once had Jude denied it but fueling it.

Her eyes gazed upon him as she adjusted to the golden streaks pouring in through her curtains. He had the kind of face that stopped her in her tracks. He was the kind of handsome that got into her bones, that spoke to her of olden times before he’s said a word. And he was so handsome as he slept, that steady heart, those steady breaths, more than enough to make her feel something she shouldn’t have.

She reaches for her phone and the screen lighting up, notifications flooding her lock screen but one catches her attention. “@fabrizioromano OFFICIAL: Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid player until 2029 for €103m plus 30% add ons!” She could feel the way her heart dropped, the blaring ringing sound in her ears and beads of tears threatening to spill.

“Why are you crying, m’love?” Jude shuffled under the covers, fingers running to swipe the tears off her cheeks as his hand cupped the back of her head. “You’re playing for Madrid next season?” The vulnerability in her voice almost broke him with how soft her sentence came out. “Yeah.” That was all he could get out knowing what was coming next.

“You’re leaving Dortmund? I thought you said you were staying.” Jude takes the moment to sneak a quick glimpse of her before looking away again, unable to maintain eye contact with her. “I did but if a club like Real Madrid offers you a contract would you have said no? It was for my career, not the money. Any amount of money from the team wouldn’t have been able to get me to stay.”

She knew this was coming all along, the talks and posts of Jude transfering to Madrid during the summer transfer yet she still got herself tangled in his mess. “So you’re moving to Madrid?” Her lips quivered at every word she’d said, struggling to compose herself when she should and had to. “Yeah, of course I‘m leavin’. You wouldn’t expect me to travel to and fro Spain, would ya?”

“So you’re leaving me behind too.” She mumbles under her breath, hoping to god Jude hadn’t heard it but he did with the close proximity between them. “There’s no way you’re acting sappy all up on me now. You went into this knowing you’ll never get anything out of it, I'm not staying just because you want me to or you need me.”

He untangles himself from her, throwing on his white sweatshirt that was on the floor. This was the kind of talk he wanted to avoid and he had never expected it to be with her. “I tell you I love you every night and I wake up to find you’re leaving for Madrid? I’m not even mad you’re leaving for Madrid, I’m mad I had to find out through a Twitter notification and not you when you were right in front of me this whole time.”

“Yeah what were you expecting me to say? I’m leaving for Madrid, whatever we have now ends here. No shit that was going to hurt your feelings like it is now but I told you that nothing will ever come out of this. Weren’t all your ‘I love you’ platonic?” There’s a hint of frustration in his speech as he huffed, hands crossed over his chest as he towers over his girl who was now standing. Once his girl, in his heart.

“Platonic? I literally am in love with you, Jude. The bare minimum you could do was to tell me you signed a contract with them, that would have prepared me for all this. I would have celebrated it and let you leave just like that.” She refuses to let him see the tears she’s gonna weep for him, not when he was being heartless but right.

“Love love love, all this bullshit coming from you. Then just continue being in love with me but I’m telling you I’m not staying for you. Wow it’s like you’re making me choose between my career and you! We agreed there’d be no love between us and you agreed, don’t push the blame on me like I’m heartless.” No one could ever experience it and she wished no one would ever experience the sorrow she felt. It’s almost like she’s his plaything, using it and throwing it however he wants.

“So it was something like you leading me on? Not addressing the girlfriend rumours?” And when his eyes were shifty and looking everywhere but her, it was more than a clear sign she needed. “No, not leading you on. I was just tryna be a gentleman but you obviously misunderstood that too. Addressing the rumours only makes it more complicated that it already is now, and you’ll just misunderstand it too.”

“I think you should leave, it does end here like you said. You’re not heartless, I was just stupid and wanted more from you even though you promised nothing. Thanks Jude, for opening my eyes.” She smiles meekly at him, not quite like the same smile he’d always see that reaches her eyes. “Yeah that’s what I’m doing, you’re living in wonderland and dreaming. Wake up, I’m not like how you imagined me to be. Nothing lasts forever, get over it.”

God he had been exactly how she imagined him to be but without this part. He definitely was everything she wanted even now despite everything he had said. Her eyes followed Jude as he left her bedroom, the shuffling of his feet and the slamming of the front door.

She should have known nothing lasts forever, she had walked into it knowing she’d never get anything out of it. She isn’t getting anything out of it and that shouldn’t affect her, that was what she planned to do after hearing his words. Nothing lasts forever, get over it.