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damiansgoodgirll · 7 months
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Jude being clingy and wanting reader to hold him
jude bellingham x reader
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“jude please…i gotta do a lot of things today” you said trying to stand up from the bed but jude’s hands wouldn’t leave your body.
“no…” he mumbled into your neck.
“jude…” you almost begged him.
“five more minutes please…then i’ll let you go” he whispered half asleep and you knew you couldn’t say no to that.
“okay…just five more minutes…” and of course, five more minutes turned into an hour as you fell asleep once again. you almost ended up sleeping all morning and when you woke up again you almost had a heart attack seeing how late it was.
you violently moved jude’s body away from yours and you stood up.
you heard jude groaning but you didn’t care.
the house was a mess as you and jude just came back from a weekend in greece and you left your suitcases all over the living room. you needed to buy some food because you had only a few things left, you needed to go to the post office to send a few packages and you needed to clean the house a little and of course, waking up almost at lunch time didn’t make it easy for you to do all of that.
“come back to bed…” jude slightly opened his eyes when he heard noises coming from the bathroom.
“nope! now you get up and you help me with the house…first of all take your luggage away from the living room cause i have to wash the floor” you said exiting the bathroom.
“later…i’m tired…and you should come back to bed with me, i wanna cuddle” he gave you his puppy look and you almost came back to bed, almost.
jude got up too when he saw you leaving the bedroom and he followed you like a puppy. he moved his luggage back to the bedroom but he stayed with you the whole time you cleaned the floor, he watched every movement you made.
he watched as you unpacked your clothes and put them in the washing machine. he didn’t leave your side when you were cooking lunch for the two of you and he even helped you setting the table.
but once he was done, his hands came back to your waist as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.
“jude…”
“you smell good” he said leaving a soft kiss to your neck.
“nah…it’s probably the food” you joked.
you both ate together but the moment you stood up to clean the dishes, jude did it first and ran to the sink.
“you know it’s not a challenge right…” you teased him.
“i know but when the dishes are done we can cuddle on the couch so i want to do them quickly…” he said giving you the puppy eyes once again.
“we have to go buy some food at the market” you told him but he said no.
“we can go tomorrow and take out tonight…please” he begged you.
so when the dishes were done, jude practically grabbed and threw you on the couch.
“hold me please…” he whispered as he laid his head over your stomach. it wasn’t really often that jude would be clingy like that but everything he searched for your warmth you couldn’t help but melt.
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leviscolwill · 4 months
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darling, i fancy you - jude blurb — #2
“jude… what does leng mean?” your boyfriend switched his attention from his phone to your figure sitting next to him. “why? did anyone call you that?”. you frowned at the serious look on his face, assuming it meant something bad from his tone, “just a guy from uni, what does it mean though?”
jude’s brown eyes rolled at your answer, “how are you gonna have a british boyfriend and not know what leng means?”, he sighed at the questioning look on your face, “it means you're fit, you're hot. it also means you should block him, silly boy.”
you laugh at his childlike jealousy and purposely ignore it, “you never taught me any british slang, how was i supposed to know what leng means? it sounds stupid anyway.”
your boyfriend faked indignation and flicked the back of your head in retaliation, “you sound stupid, woman. you never asked me to teach you anything, because you really don’t care about me like that i guess… you want another word to describe you?” you eagerly nod to jude, your attention now fully turned to him, and not your classmate or uni work.
“daft. ask your other boyfriend what that means, i’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help”, how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off your boyfriend’s face. you could easily guess the word wasn't as nice as ‘leng’.
“god, just tell me what it means already”, even after seeing the pleading look on your face, jude didn't give in just yet. instead advising you to look it up, which you did.
needless to say, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen once you turn your attention back to where he was last seen, two seconds ago. one of the doors upstairs loudly shutting, was all you needed to know precisely where he was hiding.
“jude victor william bellingham, when i catch you...”
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lorarri · 15 days
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꒰꒰‧₊˚𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ─ 𝐉𝐁𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ okay so I got this idea like a year ago and I have now finally gotten time to make it happen so enjoy! ❩
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❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
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yourinstagram . 4hrs ago
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yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5
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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now
user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass
user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user it couple is cookin ya'll
user love that mother is living her best life
user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump
user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!
user madam who got you those flowers
user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter
user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple
user are you dating jude?
user Y/N come home the kids miss you
user 4th wdc pending...
user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?
user love my soon to be parents
user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card
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TRENTSKI
JUDITH
EXPLAIN YOUR SELF
JUDITH
huh?
RICE RICE BABY
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did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?
JUDITH
yes?
SANCHOOOO
SO YOU ADMIT IT
IT IS YOU
MEEK MEALS
glad you finally got together
I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7
JACK RABBIT
I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her
STAR BOY
right?
his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned
proud of you bro
JUDITH
thx kyo
I always knew you were a real one
TRENTSKI
damn I see how it is then....
RICE RICE BABY
trents going dark lads
in his sad girl era
PHIL CHEESE STAKE
so wait who knows about you 2 being together?
SANCHOOOO
besides the entire intent after that photo dump?
MEEK MEALS
LMFAOOO
STAR BOY
tell lewis he's the goat
JUDITH
hahah funny
let us have our damatic soft launch
obvi you guys know
the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles
I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday
JACK RABBIT
mate your fucked
TRENTSKI
DAMN
secret forbbiden romance
didn't know you were built like that jude
MEEK MEALS
what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER
SANCHOOOO
pray for jude guys
these might be his last days with us
STAR BOY
he shall be missed
JACK RABBIT
dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter
JUDITH
thanks guys...
wiss me luck
TRENTSKI
break a leg
RICE RICE BABY
don't die
MEEK MEALS
good luck
SANCHOOOO
you going to die
STAR BOY
what colour coffin do you want?
I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones
JACK RABBIT
do you need a get away driver?
PHIL CHEESE STAKE
before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis
JUDITH
I feel so loved rn
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lewishamilton replied to your story!
he's a good lad
but if he hurt's you
winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern
okay dad I'll relay that message to him
good
also don't forget to use projection...
DAD OMG STOP
carlossainz55 replied to your story!
¡HALA MADRID!
maxverstappen1 replied to your story!
Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?
also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins
landonorris replied to your story!
what does he smell like?
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trentsgirl · 2 months
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— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚。⋆
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⟡ summary: just a lovely morning with your boyfriend.
⟡ content: very fluffy, clingy jude, established relationship, short, around three hundred words.
⟡ notes: had this in my drafts for a while, so thought i should post this because i have too many. requests are open:))
⟡ streaming: tip toe by hybs.
⟡ masterlist.
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mornings with jude were usually hectic and far from peaceful. you would quickly get ready for your respective commitments and barely have any time for each other before rushing out the door.
but today was different. it was friday, and jude had been granted a few days off due to a shoulder injury. despite the unfortunate circumstances, jude was excited about the prospect of spending the entire day with you.
his plan was to stay in bed all morning, cuddling and making up for lost time, if you know what i mean. however, you had other plans in mind.
you were accustomed to waking up early and being productive. so as you attempted to free yourself from jude’s firm hold, he unconsciously grunted, his body pressing against yours.
nevertheless, you paid no attention to his murmurs and left the bed, causing jude to grumble even more.
“come back to bed,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how much he longed for you. “i’m tired,” he added, lightly tapping your pillow.
deciding to tease him, you donned an exaggerated pout and adopted a whiny tone, as if speaking to a child. “oh, you’re tired? i’m so sorry baby, it must be so difficult for you.”
jude expressed his annoyance, stating, “actually, scratch that. when i said i was tired, what i really meant was that i’m tired of you being a sarcastic little shit.”
you chuckled, returning to the bed with a gentle smile. “well, i’m your sarcastic little shit.” you playfully remarked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
jude seized the chance to embrace you, shifting his position so that he loomed over you with his much larger frame, making you nearly invisible beneath him.
“jude!” you gasped for breath, “do need to remind you that you’re six feet tall? you’re not exactly on the small side!”
he seemed unfazed by the fact that his weight was completely crushing you, and retorted mockingly, “i’m actually six foot one, baby.”
rolling your eyes, you chose not to respond and surrendered to jude’s agenda for the day.
to be fair, it wasn’t too bad at first. however, once his snoring started again, all you desired was to kick him from the bed.
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hamiltonaf · 1 month
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Texts w/ Jude Bellingham
A/N: That spitting image did something to me so I had to write something 🤭 also, that second image… shoutout to @jude5bellingham for the inspo. Enjoy ! Xx
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bl00dst41ned · 4 months
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✧ ˚ · . unexpected . · ˚ ✧
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pairing: jude bellingham x black!reader
summary: in which fans find out about Jude’s biggest secret
author’s note: hé vzy j’ai rien à dire (ouais ouais je parle français mtnt)
faceclaim: @rayan.xasan, @dejacorin (for most of the art (check it out btw, she’s so talented) and @rosegyaI with a capital i (on twitter) for the art and cat (also the baby is velour, danileigh and dababy's daughter)
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judebellingham life is good
jobebellingham ugly 🤢
→ judebellingham yeah shut up🙄
vinijr top man 🌟
yourusername photo creds ??
→ judebellingham no you'll be alright
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yourusername just wanted to show what art i have done lately
yourbsf TYLERRRRR
→ yourusername YESSSS
judebellingham paint me next 🙃
→ yourusername already did just never told you
user1 it’s beautiful girlie
→ yourusername thx love <333
judefan we were just dumb
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yourusername little things that make me happy everyday
judebellingham hey pretty girl
→ yourusername i have a boyfriend 🙅🏾‍♀️
yourbsf these cookies look yums
→ yourusername i know i need some more NOW
jb4life she even posted him
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yourusername when he keeps his girls happy
judebellingham 🤍🤍
yourbsf Auras the happiest baby
→ yourusername i swearrrr she's always smiling
madders tell Aura her favourite uncle said hi
→ trentarnold66 yeah sure
→ jordanhenderson you guys are delusional, i’m her favourite
→ levicolwill favourite grandpa maybe but nothing more
→ jobebellingham she's clinging to me as we speak but okay
anotherfan niece ?!? what is going AWN ??
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judebellingham little post to introduce you to my favourite girls, Y/N and our baby Aura
yourusername can't believe we created her
→ judebellingham i know she's perfect
user2 the matching hats 🥹🥹
england ❤️
jobebellingham i see Aura mastering what i taught her
→ judebellingham so you're the one who did that...
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like and repost for support
masterlist for more
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purinfelix · 4 months
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loved the recent trent fic!! you write so well 🤩 would love more trent works w any trope or theme! take this as a formal request :)
oblivious ✮⋆˙
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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader summary: trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help warnings: none - just two idiots and miscommunication w/c: 2.7k
a/n: thank u sm for the req anon!! hope u enjoy this <33 i feel like i say this with half the stuff i write but istg i did not expect this being this long ... i just love trent sm writing for him seems so easy 😭
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Trent felt like he was losing his mind, and it was all your fault. 
Of course, he wouldn’t dare say that to your face, because in reality it wasn’t really your fault - he just wanted something else other than the possibility of you not liking him back to blame for why none of his moves seemed to be getting through to you. 
It wasn’t your fault that you had shown up for your first day as a media intern, lanyard pass hanging from your neck, in an outfit so cute he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him when you introduced yourself. It wasn’t your fault either that his hand had trembled when he stretched it out to shake yours. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that, on this first day alone, he had missed 7 whole passes just because his eyes seemed to keep drifting to where you were watching from the sidelines. 
He couldn’t blame any of these things, nor the flurry of butterflies that rendered him speechless everytime he caught eye of you, on any fault of your own. But surely, after almost two weeks of unsuccessful attempts to garner your affection, there had to be something other than his own incompetence at play. 
First, there had been the training session a couple of days after your first, where he had finally worked up the courage to ask you for your number. Wiping his clammy palms on the back of his shorts, he had tried his best to walk up to you in as casual a way as possible - the last thing he wanted to do was creep you out before you even got to know each other. You had been in the middle of packing away some of the camera equipment you were borrowing, to which he offered to help. An offer you gratefully took up with a smile so charming he had to hold back from telling you he’d do anything you asked him right there and then. 
“Hey, you know, I was sort of wondering if,” he sucked in a quick breath of air to calm his nerves, and stop himself from rambling like an idiot, “if I could get your number? You know, in case you wanted to know your way around or if I have any questions about the media plans?” 
He attempted to flash his signature smile in order to conceal how nervous he was, and also how horrible both his excuses for needing your number were. Somehow he had decided it would be better to frame it as a casual, business-related request, to minimise the chances of rejection. But it seemed this wouldn’t be enough. 
“Oh, well I’ve already been shown around already and if you have any questions you can always contact the main media department! Here, I’ll jot down their number and email for you.” You shot him a warm smile as you bent down to pull a pen and notepad out of your back pocket, whilst Trent just stood there, frozen.
Sure he had left practice with a number but it wasn’t your number, and almost immediately he started coming up with a list of reasons why. Maybe you were trying to be nice, or thought he actually needed help. Maybe he had come on too strongly and scared you off, or perhaps you were already in a relationship. Or maybe, just maybe, you really were uninterested in him and were trying your best to let him down gently. The last was the most painful to accept, but somehow it was the one his mind kept circling back to.
Then, a couple days later, he had somehow managed to rebuild his confidence enough to decide to try to get to know you gradually, naturally, through conversation. Which was what he was attempting to do the entire time the team had been setting up for a photoshoot showing off the new kit with the help of the media crew, and of course, yourself. 
But once again, it seemed like luck was not on his side, because every time he tried to talk to you he would get swept away for a makeup check or outfit change or to be asked for his opinion on the damn lighting. All of this he could really care less about, but knowing you were watching on forced a smile on his face as he tried his best to get through all these tedious formalities as quickly as possible, so that he could get to you. 
Before he could though, he found himself sat in front of a camera, next to Dominik, trying his best to maintain his composure as he watched you fiddle around behind it. You were trying your best to be helpful, picking things up off the ground and rushing here and there trying not to geek out over actuall getting to witness a photoshoot in real time. It was almost too endearing for Trent to watch, evidenced by the almost goofy looking smile plastered across his face. 
“Yes, exactly like that Trent!” he heard the photographer call out, followed by a blinding flash of white light as he took his picture. You looked up at this of course, scurrying over to where he was, and Trent could almost hear his heart beat rising just knowing your eyes were on him. That was all he needed for another swell of confidence to hit him. 
“How do I look?” he called out, making sure to look directly at you so that his intentions couldn’t be misconstrued again. This seemed to catch you off guard though, as he watched your eyes shoot open in surprise, stuttering a little before he heard your response. 
“You look really good,” you said, and Trent’s smile only grew wider. That was of course, until you continued, “I think the new kit looks great on you guys!” Of course. 
From beside him he felt Dominik nudge his side, already sensing his teasing intensions. “Yeah, she said ‘you guys’ so don’t get too cocky now,” his teammate laughed, and Trent only shrugged off his mocking. Instead, he was more focused on you and how earnestly your tone had been that he couldn’t even find it in him to get frustrated with you for not taking his hints. That’s all he seemed to be able to do though, watch you, in the least creepy way possible - an awkward, slightly confused, smile on your face, clearly not understanding what his teammate had said. 
And this sort of scenario would only repeat numerous times over the next two weeks - Trent trying his absolute hardest to drop the most obvious hints at your feet only for you to look at them with that adorable gaze and walk off without entertaining them. He had lost count of how many times he had offered to carry your bags or equipment to which you had only responded with something along the lines of “Thanks, but I’ve got it!”, cheery as ever. He had even brought you coffee one morning, which you had accepted gratefully - and when taking it from him the graze of your fingers across his was enough to make him flustered. However, you clearly hadn’t noticed that he had written his own number on the napkin wrapped around it, which he watched you crumple up and toss away without a second glance. 
Small talk was far from his strong point but he had tried time and time again to start up conversations with you, which offered him some peek into your persona, but never enough before he was interrupted by the coach yelling at him to get back to practice or a teammate, clueless to his mission. Even so, if it weren’t for these tiny interactions with you he might’ve given up by now, but each one, drip-fed to him like a tired hamster running on a wheel, only made him more desperate to get closer to you. But he was just about to lose it. 
After yet another practice session, which proved that he was getting slightly better at passing whilst under your watch, but not any better at talking to you, he had trudged his way into the lockeroom. 
“It’s no use!” he sighed, slumping down on the nearest bench as if his frustration was taking a physical toll on him. 
“Oh cheer up Trent,” Robertson chided as swung an arm around the right-back’s shoulder, “I’m sure some day you’ll be able to match my pace.” 
“Lay off him Robbo,” Dominik laughed from the other side of the lockeroom, “it’s clearly not that. He’s been trying to get with that new media intern but they keep dodging all his passes.” 
“Funny football pun,” Virgil chimed in, clearly amused by this mention of gossip. 
“Oh you can’t be serious,” Robertson said, turning to Trent, “That’s what you’ve been doing? I was wondering what had gotten into you when you kept trying to talk to them and offering to hold all their stuff.” 
“Look, even you lot have noticed it! So either they’re ignoring all my hints or they’re just straight up disinterested.” Trent huffed, unaware of his teammates looking on with slightly amused pity. 
“I don’t think it’s either of thoes Trent,” Virgil hummed, “I mean, have you actually told them you’re interested in them? Directly, without trying to be vague or suave or anything.” 
A beat of silence aside from the whirring of the cogs in Trent’s mind. 
“... No.” 
“Sounds to me like you just need to get them alone so that they’ll actually hear you out once you do tell them directly. Seems like you need some help from ol’ Robbo hey?” Robertson gestured to himself, smiling goofily. 
“Yeah because you’re such the lady killer,” Dominik snickered, ignoring his teammate’s offended scoff before adding “Don’t worry Trent, we’ll all pitch in, it won’t just be Robbo.” 
“Thanks guys,” Trent sighed, too tired to question whether he was making the right decision or not. 
Although maybe it would’ve been worth rethinking his decision to let his teammates ‘help him out’ for a little longer. Because now, as he stood alone in one of the meeting rooms in the club building, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bad choice. For the past five minutes he had been pacing anxiously up and down the length of the room, nothing but the hum of the ventilator and a few chairs laying askew to keep him company.  
Honestly, he had had a bad feeling about this ever since Robertson had told him to wait in the meeting room after practice, without any further explanation. Ever since their talk the previous day he had been revising the words he was going to tell you, as directly and clearly as possible to make sure that he didn’t mess up what he saw as his last shot. His adrenaline was still pumping high from the training session, and he really should’ve showered before coming here because now the paranoia of smelling bad was just another addition to his endless list of concerns. 
Suddenly though, he heard the creak of a door behind him. Whipping his head around he locked eyes with you as you slowly creeped out from behind it, somehow looking more lost and confused than he was. 
“Hi,” he heard himself croak out, feeling all the words he had prepared hitch awkwardly in his throat. 
“Hey,” you responded, voice charming as ever as you walked over to where he stood - face showing a slightly embarrassed expression at having caught him in the middle of what seemed like an awkward solo pacing session. “Robertson told me I was supposed to come to the meeting room, I’m not in trouble or anything am I?” 
Trent made a mental note to tell Robbo off later solely for having made you worry, but that would soon be lost under the sweeping realisation that the two of you were alone. Albeit, in one of the least romantic places possible, but alone nonetheless. 
“Oh- Well-” this realisation had only seemed to turn him into a babbling idiot. “It’s not that- You’re not in trouble, don’t worry. He probably only told you that because I wanted to talk to you.” 
The sigh of relief you had been letting out was cut short as your eyes flicked back up to him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? What about?” 
He swallowed hard, this was it. With fists clenched he sucked in a quick, but deep breath, trying not to let the fact that you were standing mere steps away looking so effortlessly adorable, distract him. 
“I was wondering if-” he could hear his internal voice cheering him on - C’mon mate.
“-maybe you wanted to-” Spit it out.
“- go get a coffee sometime?” Not exactly, but good enough 
“A coffee?” you perked up at this, and your smile alone was enough to relieve the nerves that had been building in his chest ever since you had entered the room, “I’d love to!” 
Oh thank f-
“I mean, that sounds like a great idea for team bonding! We could invite all the guys and then the media team could get some great shots out of it and-” 
Relief truly is short lived. 
“No- like just us. Like, as a date.” 
Both of you seemed to be shocked when Trent said this. You, for obvious reasons, stood there, mouth slightly agape with your eyes widened. Trent, on the other hand, was surprised at how quickly and firmly he had said it, but considering that it was the accumulation of over two weeks of frustration, he wasn’t that surprised. Instead, he just watched you silently piece everything that he had done over these two weeks together. The smiles, the small talk, the coffee. All of these had been more than just friendly gestures, even if it had taken you this long to figure it out. 
“Like, as a date,” you echoed his words quietly, in disbelief almost, and he could only nod shakily in confirmation. “I’d love to.” 
Trent felt his heart swell, threatening to burst out of his chest, upon finally hearing your sweet response to the question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since laying eyes on you. And he made this as evident as possible, letting out a loud sigh as all the nerves and stress that had been building up, finally left him, and were replaced by a much more pleasant feeling. 
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he said through thankful laughter, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re, like, really oblivious?” 
“I may have heard that once, or twice,” you admitted sheepishly, unable to hold back from sharing his laughter. Suddenly though, a buzzing from your pocket cut through the moment, causing you to whip out your phone and scan it quickly. 
“Uh, damn, it’s getting late, I should go.” You were already spinning to head out the door, before you were stopped. 
“Wait!” Trent made his way over to you quickly, almost desperate in his movements not to let this last chance slip away once he had finally made something of it, “Do you think I could have your number? You know, to text you the details for coffee.” 
“Oh! Of course,” you laughed at your own stupidity for not realising this sooner, quickly pulling out the same notepad you had used almost two weeks ago, only this time using it to jot down your own number. As you handed it to him, your fingers lingered in his palm for a second, barely noticeable but enough to send a signal to him, one that said you felt the same, and had been for the past two weeks despite your inability to express this. 
You headed for the door, waving him a goodbye before shooting him a quick, playful smile. “See you, Trent!” you called out before disappearing down the hallway.
Trent just stood there, slightly in shock, but more so in a haze of elation, an almost embarrassingly wide smile finding itself across his face. To think the tiny slip of paper he was holding was the result of over two weeks of continuous, frustratingly tedious effort, much of it failing, was sort of embarrassing. But, thinking about this only made him cherish it all the more, as he held it close to his chest, smiling to himself.
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digitaldiarystuff · 3 months
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Misunderstood
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summary: You and Jude go on a late night drive when he gives you a present and you freak out
pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N
genre: angst/ fluff
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When Jude had to bail on your dinner date you were pretty bummed. You realized his schedule was hectic and you couldn’t meet everyday but tonight you put so much effort in your looks and felt sad. You didn’t even bother changing your dress and went straight to depression mode bringing out ice cream as dinner. You were halfway into the rom-com you were watching until your phone started buzzing.
“Hey baby.” you said a little sleepy.
“Hey love, are you at home?”
“Where else would I be Jude, of course I’m at home.” you sarcastically said.
“Okay then come out.”
“Are you here?” you exclaimed ecstatic about meeting your boyfriend. You missed him so much and desperately needed him to hold you.
“Yes Y/N just come out here.”
“But where are we going, all the restaurants are closed.” you said realizing it’s well past 2 a.m.
“Just come to me.” he said and hung up. Rude, you thought but the excitement to see him was too much that you grabbed your coat and skipped like a little girl to his car.
“I missed you so much.” you said as soon as you were seated and reached out to his side to hug him. He always brought comfort to you.
“Oh my god baby you look unreal.” he said as he’s eyeing you without shame. “And I’m here looking like a homeless man”
You chuckled “I don’t think homeless people wear Prada.”
“Some of them do, no seriously I saw one of them the other day full on rocking Givenchy.” he said and you felt all your stress lifting. Jude always made your mood go up immediately.
After that he reached for the back seat and grabbed some takeout.
“I know you skipped dinner so I brought you some.” he said and you smiled seeing how well he knew you.
“You’re the best.” you said as he started driving to a spot where you could overlook the city and eat in peace. Even though Jude’s career and his social life was a little much sometimes, these calm moments were your favorites. Just you two enjoying each other’s company with no distractions.
As soon as he pulled up, you grabbed the Chinese food from the packages and gave him his chopsticks. You ate and talked about your day and the things that bothered you since you were both drama queens. This was a fun conversation you had everyday, you told each other everyone who made you mad and gossiped about them.
“And then he said I should eat less because I gained 0.5% fat.”
“Oh no he didn’t.” you fake gasped and laughed. Jude was so extra sometimes.
You spoke for a few more minutes until you remembered something.
“Oh god, what am I even gonna get your mum for her birthday? What if I choose something hideous?” you panicked and Jude calmed you down saying how much his mum loves you and would love anything from you.
“But since we’re on the subject of presents.” he said and opened the console in front of you.
“I got you a little something.”
You noticed the blue bag immediately. It was Tiffany, and small. You felt your heart beating and started panicking. Your friends made some jokes about you being already married with Jude since your relationship was going on for 2 years and strong but you always avoided the subject. Coming from a broken household, with separated parents, you were always afraid of marriage from a young age. Jude knew that and respected your ideas though he always said he wanted to spend eternity with you.
But seeing a small box in a Tiffany bag has made you anxious, surely Jude wouldn’t propose to you right? You knew that but you couldn’t hide your horrified expression as his burrows furrowed.
“You don’t wanna open it?” he asked.
“Jude, what’s in the box?” you asked warily.
“Baby, open it and see.” he was confused about your reaction.
“Jude I need you to tell me what’s inside it. Please.” you begged getting more and more agitated.
“Y/N what’s going on? It’s just a gift, I saw it in the store and thought you’d love it.”
“What is it?”
“Y/N what are you so pressed about? This isn’t a complex situation, you grab the bag open it and thank me. Why are you acting weird love?”
When you said nothing, he snatched the bag from you and opened it himself.
“It’s just a fucking necklace, I’m not proposing to you.” he laughed a little trying to lighten the mood until he saw your face.
“Y/N I”
“I’m sorry Jude, I’m so sorry.” you started sobbing from guilt. You freaked out about nothing and have been rude to Jude. He immediately realized what’s going on and you could see his eyes fill with guilt as well.
“Baby, shh it’s okay. It’s not your fault I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
“No no it’s my fault, I freaked out on you. I’m sorry, I’m just a weirdo who doesn’t appreciate you enough.” he held you against his body and helped you calm down. After your sniffles stopped he leaned back and held your cheeks to make you look up at him.
“Y/N you don’t owe me any explanation, I love you with all your weirdness and flaws just like you love me. I want to spend my life with you, you’re it for me with or without a big commitment and ceremony. I want you next to me but would never push you, I’ll always be with you.”
You smiled at him and realized you’re the luckiest girlfriend ever.
“Thank you Jude, for everything and for the record I want to spend my life with you too.”
He kissed you with love and you happily reciprocated.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d propose like this. You really don’t even know me at all.” he said looking offended and you giggled.
“Now let’s see this necklace, do you want to put it on me?” you said and turned your back to him as he pulled it and clasped the back. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on.
“But you do know me.”
“Of course I do.” he said and kissed your temple after seeing the pendant on your neck.
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judeslove · 29 days
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pairing - jude bellingham x fem!reader genre - smau, fluff warnings - none summary - twitter is exploding from yours and judes soft launch faceclaim - dina denoire
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I’m so so sorry I kept you waiting for so long! 💓But finally your requests are here (I hope you won’t mind I put them together 🙈)
Babying a boyfriend.
Mason Mount x Y/N
Summary: Taking care of a needy boyfriend can be tough, especially if said boyfriend is a needy Mason Mount.
Warnings: SMUT (near the end)
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“Baaaabe!” the muffled voice of your whiny boyfriend called you, for the millionth time in barely five minutes. “Baaaabe c’mere I miss you so so so much!”
You rolled your eyes as your lips curled up in a smile, as you finished cutting the vegetables you’d need to make soup for dinner. You cleaned your hands on a towel while you walked to the sofa, where you found Mason sprawled on its soft cushions.
“What is it that you want now?” you giggled as you spoke to him, staring at his sleepy face. You took a step closer to him, sweetly caressing his hair and running your nails on his scalp making him groan.
“Cuddles.” he stated, still partially under the anaesthesia effect, “I want cuddles. Aaaand, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to stay here doing nothing without you.” he almost slurred as he wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing his face in the middle of your thighs and groaning again from the discomfort in his face.
“Mase don’t!” you scolded him, making him whine again as you gently escaped his hold, “I don’t want you to get hurt, so just stay still please!”
“But I want you here!”
“I just left you alone for five minutes!” you giggled again as you saw Mason’s pouty lips and his frown, “I have dinner to cook, what are you gonna eat if you don’t let me go??”
“No! No!” the slight panic in his voice made you laugh out loud this time, “I don’t want to let you go! I- We can order something from Five Guys! I still want that cheeseburger.” he turned serious all of a sudden, a clear sign that the anaesthetic was wearing off.
“You can’t have a cheeseburger babe,” you shook your head, “not when you just removed your wisdom teeth.”
“I can and I will.” he frowned again, crossing his arms on his chest and defying you with all his stubbornness.
“No you won’t,” you kneeled in front of him, feeling as if you were trying to bargain with a moody toddler, “listen to me, will you?”
“No.” his pout turned deeper, before he side eyed you, relaxing his features, “Maybe.” he muttered as he touched his cheeks with his hands, wincing.
“Do you need some more ice?” you asked him, touching his leg, “Are you in pain?”
“I can’t stand to feel like this anymore!” he whined, his glossy eyes tearing at your heartstrings.
“Okay, listen, I’m gonna bring you some more ice for the pain, you just stay put and wait for me,” you softly spoke to him as your fingers draw figures on his forehead and between his eyebrows, “I’m gonna finish making soup and I’ll be back and give you all the cuddles in the world okay?”
“But I don’t want to eat soup!”
“I know baby,” you looked in his droopy eyes, “but do you remember what the doctor told you?”
“Only liquid food is allowed.” You and Mason said as one.
“Yeah baby, only liquid food,” you nodded your head at him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you looked at your boyfriend, “but it won’t be for too long okay? I promise you.”
“Can I help you make soup?”
“You should rest Mase,” your finger now touching his nose, “I’ll think about dinner.”
“Ugh but I wanna be close to you!”
“You can do all you want to me once I’m done I promise you,” you squeezed his thighs, getting back up from your knees and placing a soft kiss on his lips, “now rest!”
“All I want?? Really??” he raised his voice to make sure you heard him from the kitchen.
“Yeah babe!” you chuckled, as you whispered to yourself ‘You’ll probably be asleep as soon as your head touches the pillow anyway’.
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“Thanks for cooking dinner babe,” Mason told you, the effects of the anaesthesia completely worn off by the time he had dinner, “I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.”
“You didn’t give me a hard time Mase,” you shrugged, “well, not that much!”
“Looks like I’ll have to cuddle you to repay you,” your boyfriend smirked, slightly wincing for the pain that he still felt in his face, “it’s the least I can do.” he said as he opened his arms to welcome you in his embrace.
“You don’t owe me anything, I love taking care of you,” you sighed as your head found its rest on his chest, “especially if I get free hugs in return!”
“You get free hugs and I get you all to myself,” he whispered in your ear, “I don’t really know who’s the luckiest one between us.”
“I am the lucky one baby, you were so cute all whiny and clingy!” you dreamily said, an awww sound escaping your lips as you thought about the afternoon you had to spend babying your man.
“Shall I remind you that I can make you a whiny mess too?” he breathed in your ear, earning a gasp from you.
“Don’t you even think about it!”
“Okay okay,” he chuckled breathily, “but it was you who told me, and I quote ‘You can do all you want to me once I’m done’, you even promised!”
“I didn’t mean that in a dirty way you perv!”
“You can’t blame me,” Mason shrugged, “when you say things like that I can’t really stop my mind from wandering…”
“Well you should,” you sighed as you got up from your spot on the sofa, “you have to rest and recover.”
“Where are you going now??” the whiny tone in his voice was back, making you laugh once again.
“I’m just gonna take a glass of water from the kitchen babe!”
“Are you thirsty??” he smirked, as he eyed you up and down.
“Mase stop it!” you warned him, pointing your finger at him.
“I was just asking.” he said as he licked his lips.
“And why were you so curious??”
“Because,” he said as he got up, coming to stand in front of you, “I might help with something…”
You laughed as you watched him wiggle his eyebrows in a suggestive way; Mason laughed with you, looking down at your beautiful lips as he caressed your face.
“You’re so beautiful baby,” he whispered, “I’m so lucky- ow-”
“Hey what’s wrong??” you asked him, afraid he might be in pain.
“My head is spinning, it’s better if I sit down…”
“Come on, I’ll help you,” you said, focusing on him, “better now?” you asked him, straddling his lap as you touched his hair.
“So much better,” he smirked, gently stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”
“Did you just trick me??”
“Maybe I did,” he smiled, “but this fucking anaesthetic is making me feel so weak yet so horny at the same time! You look so irresistible right now!”
“Just right now?”
“You know it’s not like that.” he stated, “My attraction to you feels just stronger tonight.”
His hands went under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie, travelling from your stomach up to your boobs.
“Oh God your boobs are sooo perfect!” he groaned, “So, so perfect!”
“You like them?” you smirked, clearly feeling his arousal grow beneath you.
“I love them,” he rasped, “how I’d like to push my face in-”
“Mason!”
“I told you I’m horny!” he whined loudly.
“Yeah and with no filter still!”
“It’s not my fault you’re making things hard for me!” he shrugged, trying to bite his lip without feeling any pain, “Well you’re technically making me extremely hard by sitting on top of me but-”
“Okay okay! Enough!” you laughed as you stood from his lap, “I don’t want to make things more uncomfortable for you.” you said, suddenly feeling hot.
“Well, help me out then…” he suggested.
“Help you out?” you bit your lip, unable to admit that the feeling of his erection under you didn’t affect you in any way.
He just nodded; his eyes bore into yours, shining with both exhaustion and desire, the look in those dark brown pools making it impossible for you to resist him. While you kneeled in front of him, Mason parted his thighs slowly, making room for you as you crawled in between them; his breath got stuck in his throat while your hands untied his joggers, setting his cock free of any restraints.
“You keep taking care of me so well baby,” his tired smirk made you more aroused in an instant, “look at you, on your knees for me.”
“You like that don’t you?” you bit your lip as you stroked his cock.
“I like that very much.” he nodded, with his hooded eyes and his lips parted.
“Just promise me one thing,” you breathed against his lips, “if it becomes too much you stop me okay?”
“Okay baby…”
“Now just relax,” you mused, “I’ll take care of your needs…” you whispered against the sensitive skin of his dick, before you took him in your mouth.
“Jesus babe, you’re so good at this, fuck…” he groaned, his head spinning for real this time, and for a better reason.
The deep rhythm of his breathing, the sudden jerks of his hips, his soft moans and the cursing, were clear signals that Mason was indeed enjoying your attention, and all those signals only spurred you on.
You guided his dick further into your mouth, keeping a firm yet soft hold around its base as your head bobbed up and down. As Mason’s hand touched the back of your head, his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag around it.
“Oh fuuuck babe!” he whimpered, short of breath, “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer babe…”
You didn’t waste any time with words, you just gazed up at him; and when your eyes met his, Mason’s rolled in the back of his head at the sight.
“God, babe keep going please,” he urged, “don’t stop, I-I’m cumming!” he stuttered, as you could feel him twitching between your lips as his cum coated your throat.
“Are you still horny now?” you teased him while you rested your cheek on his thigh, watching as he tucked himself back into his underwear.
“Don’t tease me, you know I’m always horny,” he smirked, “but I have to say, I’m just really sleepy right now.”
“Let’s go to bed then.” you sighed as you stood back on your feet, offering him your hands to help him stand.
“You won’t leave me alone this time, right?” he pouted jokingly.
“I won’t, I swear!” you chuckled, as you walked him to your shared bedroom, “Uh uh, undress yourself first mister! I don’t want you sleeping in my bed with your clothes on!”
“Yeah, that’s just another excuse to get me naked!” he giggled sleepily, as he tried to remove his clothes, almost losing his balance in the meantime.
“Can’t you just sit while you undress yourself??” you told him off.
“Okay okay!” he raised his hands, listening to your words as he sat on his side of the bed, “But can you do me a favor babe?”
“What is it?” you asked him from the bathroom, coming out of it as you were still applying some night moisturiser on your face.
“Can you grab me a t-shirt to sleep in?” he asked you as he removed his hoodie, sticking with just his underwear on.
He was already rubbing his sleepy eyes by the time you walked back from the walk-in closet, and that sight made you smile.
“Come on, arms up!” you said as you smiled fondly at him.
“Yes ma’am!” he yawned, lifting his arms up for you to help him put the shirt on.
“Lay down now,” you whispered, holding the covers up for him, “I’ll be back soon baby.” you told him as you covered his body, kissing his forehead as you did so.
“Where are you going?” he sleepily mumbled.
“I just have to brush my teeth and I’ll be back,” you reassured him, “it won’t take long.”
“I’ll wait for you…”
“Okay baby.” you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he would be out like a light in a second.
And you weren’t wrong, his eyes closed and sleep found him as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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chlerc · 5 months
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trouble in paradise ; jude bellingham
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— 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.
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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.
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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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i need a toxic pedri he's jealous of your friendship with Gavi because when they both meet you Gavi had a crush on you that he never confess because Pedro made a move first
Bad kind of butterflies
Summary: Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.
Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pedri, toxic relationship, asshole!Eric, fighting, drunk driving.
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Your relationship is not new. You have been together for almost three years now. You will describe the relationship as something lovely and where the two of you support each other.
You will go to every game he has, every competition for the team, supporting his new line, loving his photoshoots, and watching every interview.
Him, he would support you through everything. He will drop you off at college. Even if you didn't agree at first, he would help you study. Always loving how smart and dedicated you're to became a professional.
But if you ask someone in your circle their opinions about the relationship, they would say that you became toxic.
Well, you, it is a misunderstanding. He became toxic.
You meet the team thanks to your friend Sira, she was dating Ferran and he introduced you to his circle.
The circle in question was Gavi, Eric, Alejandro, and Pedri.
When you meet them, your eyes only focused on the dark-haired boy. To him, it was the same. He was quick to make conversation, taking any other friend the opportunity to do it.
But you became closer to the other guys, specifically with Pablo. He became your friend quickly. He was such a supportive friend. And the best part was that he was the best friend of your boyfriend.
Pedro wasn't the jealous type. Sure, he got jealous from time to time, like a normal person. But he wasn't one to feel jealous of other people around.
Being an elite football player makes him feel less insecure than the others. He knew he was all that, and you made him feel even more like all that.
You always made him feel like the center of the universe, and he reciprocated that feeling for you. Having all the girls throwing themselves at him at first made you feel insecure, but he quickly told off that feeling with actions that proved to you he was a loyal one.
To him, everything changed when Eric one night called him drunk, asking him to pick him up from this bar in Barcelona.
When he, as a friend, went there and picked him up, he took him to his house, Eric didn't even knew where his keys were.
Eric was drunk crying, confessing that his girlfriend cheated on him with dude she met at college. How he was so heartbroken.
Naturally, he felt super bad for him, and the thoughts came, the insecurities got to his head.
He called you, knowing you were doing some homework and were pulling an all nighter.
"Hi, mi amor."
"Hey, am I bothering you?"
"When have you ever bother me?"
He fell quiet. He was answering that question on his mind, all the times he asked you to drop something to go to his games, all the times he asked you to move all you thing to his house so he could spend time with you, making you uncomfortable while studying.
"Pedri? Amor?"
"I'm here, I'm just tired."
But you were tired too, it was almost two am. And to him, it was easy. He had a free day, but you were going to wake up really early to go to class. Even if you had only one hour of sleep.
"Don't you want to come over? I'm almost done, and we can cuddle in bed."
"You need sleep."
"So do you, so if you want, the invitation is still there. I'm going to be here for another half hour."
He drove over to your place, wanting to take these insecure thoughts out of his mind.
And you did take all that out of his mind by showing him that he was the only one you wanted by your side.
After that, he was a big support for Eric. He wanted his friend to feel better. He invited him to stay a few hours after practice.
Pablo was helping Pedro with supporting their friend. He brought some candies and things to make him feel better.
They spent most days after practice playing fifa and chatting. Ferran then joined the heartbreak club, Sira and him called it quits.
Ferran felt uncomfortable with you around, so you told Pedro that you were meeting him when they left the house.
Mostly because you didn't want his friends to feel some type of way about you.
The second time Pedro felt different about the relationship was the night Eric confessed something to him.
"I don't know how you can be so open with Gavi about your relationship."
"Gavi is mine and my girlfriend friend. I don't see the problem."
"But aren't you uncomfortable about his crush on your girlfriend?"
Pedro stopped on his tracks. He was confused about why Eric would think that. Gavi never gave any signs about him liking you.
"No sé a que te refieres con eso." (I don't know what you mean by that.")
"No me vengas a decir que no sabes." (Don't tell me you don't know)
"I think you're confused. Just because Gavi is friendly with her doesn't mean he has a crush."
He thought he let it go. But was laying down in bad with you. You were telling him about a video Pablo sent you of a recipe.
Pablo had a crush on you?
But this time, he did brush that off. Not believing his friend would have a crush on his girlfriend.
"Hey, maybe we can do something this weekend?"
"I thought we were having a movie marathon with Pablo. You wanted to see all the conjuring movies, bebé"
He graps his arms around while putting your phone away from you, kissing you cheek and neck.
"Maybe I just want you to myself."
The way his kisses feel on your skin, the intoxicating sensation he makes you feel with his fingers.
"All to myself." He whispers, kissing your lips while he pounds into you.
Your moans all to himself, your lips letting his name out, his lips marking your skin.
His and only his.
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"Let me call my girlfriend, and we are on our way."
Pedri, dial your number. He let the call on Bluetooth while turning the car on. The beep goes once, twice, and then into voice mail. You rejected his call.
"Ohhh, someone's getting rejected." Ferran laughs. He loves to pick on him to get a reaction.
"Oh shut up, she's just busy."
He dials your number again, making his way out of his garage.
"Hello, Y/n is in the bathroom. She will call you when she's out." The voice of a man makes him press the break hard. He hung up without Pedri being able to talk.
Ferran and eric laugh as hard as they can. The expression on their friend is a shocked one, his mouth open and brows furrowed.
"Wait that was so fucking funny, he hang up on you."
"Where did you say she was?" Eric asks, "Well, it doesn't matter cause she was busy, and that dude was kinda in a rush to hang up."
"Okay, stop it, Eric." Ferran warns him. "She's probably studying and you heard the dude she's in the bathroom."
"Don't know, that's what my bitch of an ex used to told me 《oh Eric, I was busy studying》, yeah studying another boy's dick."
"She's not like that." Pedri finally says, closing the garage with the control. "She's on finals."
"If you say so." Eric lifts his hands as a piece sign. "Let's just drive, we're going to be late."
The drive was silent, Ferran tried to make conversation, but Pedri and his single answers were not it.
His ring tone interrupts the silence. He presses the green button on his wheel. "Hola hermosa."
"Hola, I'm sorry I didn't answer. I left my phone here while using the bathroom, and Kyle answered the phone."
"Ohhh Kyle." Eric whispers to them.
Ferran pushed him back to the seat. Whispering him to shut up.
"It's okay, I was just calling to check on you."
"Stop it, Eric." Ferran warns once he sees Eric was about to speak again.
"I'm fine, Kyle is dropping me home, I can ask him to drop me at your place if you're free."
"I'm actually with Ferran and Eric, but feel free to go there and relax. You have some clothes there and you can order some takeout. I'll join you in a while."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you, te amo."
"Yo más, goodbye baby."
He can feel a relief that was unexpected. He knew Kyle. He was your friend and study buddy since the beginning.
"Good thing she was just using the bathroom, right Eric?" Ferran pinch him. Making him yelp. "Fucking say it." He whispers.
"Yes, she was using the bathroom." He says with a bored tone. Making ferran roll his eyes.
The mood for Pedri changed. He was now talking, and Ferran noticed that. They made some jokes until they parked outside of the place they're going to.
The time they spent there was nice. You texted Pedri that you were at his place, a picture attached where you sent him a kiss with the "have fun" text next to it.
But he wanted to hurry up, feeling like cuddling you, like kissing you. Ferran also wanted to keep the stay a little shorter, wanting to relax at home with his family.
They dropped Eric first, saying their goodbyes to their teammate. Ferran knew he wanted to speak about the call incident.
"I want to tell you something."
"Yeah, whatever you want tiburón."
"Eric, he's still not in the right place about his breakup. And that doesn't mean he's allowed to put ideas in your head. Don't let him do that."
"He's just, so fucking extra sometimes." He sighs, wrapping hard on the steering wheel. "I know he's hurt, and sometimes he just projects on me and y/n."
"Don't let him do that." Ferran pats his arm. "I know that with the whole Sira breakup thing, her and me haven't really talked. But she's a nice girl, I know her."
"Yeah, she used to come over after you left so you didn't feel uncomfortable."
"Such a sweetheart." He laughs. "But I'm serious. She's a nice one. Take care of her."
"I will, I love her."
Ferran got out of the car after telling him to tell you hello. Thing he said once he was wrapped in your arms, watching a movie and eating takeout.
After that night
Two weeks has passed, two weeks where the texts, the calls and the meetings were barely there.
You were on your last year of college, and these finals were very important for you. If you pointed well you were able to get more job opportunities.
Pedri felt frustrated. He knew he shouldn't let Eric fucked up with his mind. But he also doesn't want his friend to feel pushed away.
He trusts you with his life. He wanted the long run with you. And nobody was getting in the way of that.
Today was your last final, the last one of the whole curriculum. You were extra excited about it.
Asking Pedri to pick you up so you can go get something to eat after in a celebration mode. He bought flowers for you and a special charm for your bracelet. He knows you love collecting charms for extra special moments.
He parks under a three, a little far more than usual, but he doesn't want to be seen. Wanting all his attention on you.
You texted him that you were out of the test and to send you where he was, wanting to walk to relieve the last bit of stress.
"Are you going to the party?" Kyle asks you.
"Obvio, I'm not missing this. It's all I need"
"Same, I'm ready to chug a whole bottle of reposado."
"Añejo is better, Ky."
Kyle walked you over to Pedri's car, feeling the same about walking to leave the stress of the test.
"Are we doing shots and partnering in beer pong?"
"Duh, you're the only person I would to this with. Nobody does it like you."
Pedri has his window a little down. He can hear the conversation, but to his "luck," he only heard the last five words.
He takes eyes on the way Kyle says goodbye to you, the way his hands are a little more down than necessary.
He squint his eyes, getting that out of his mind. He trusts you. He does.
"Hola, mi amor." You say, closing the car door.
You grab his face into your hands, giving him a kiss. Thing he reciprocate, missing the taste of you and the way you smell.
"Te amo." You say, pecking him "I missed you, bebé."
"You have me all to yourself, princesa." He pecks you back. "Let's go, I made reservations to your favorite stake place."
You grab your backpack to move it to the back of the car, your eyes lay on the bouquet of peonies, and the Tiffany box.
"A little something for you." He squish your thigh.
You grab the bouquet, smelling the flowers. "I love it, I love you"
"I love you more. You're such a smart girl."
You take a picture of the bouquet, posting it to your close friends with the text "blessed with him ❤️" tagging him, even tho he can't repost it.
The food was exquisite. You loved the place. He was breaking his diet, but he was doing it for a good reason.
"I have a party today, do you want to come with me?"
"I have to go to the gym with the team, but I can join after."
"You will be tired, it's okay." You say, feeding him some ice cream. "I'm asking Kyle to pick me up on his way there, we will take an Uber because we both want to drink."
He tense at the name of your friend. He feels so bad about the way his body reacts to things he never felt worried about.
"I can drop you guys off, and tomorrow I don't have to play so I can pick you up when you're ready to go home."
You nod smiling. "I'll text Ky, thank you, amor."
He can't help the guilt. He's doing this so he can prevent you from being alone in an Uber with Kyle. Not because he wants to take you there.
You text your friend, who asks you to thank him. Kyle never met Pedri due to always being a lap of schedules that made them not met.
Back on your way home, you were singing some Quevedo. You were happy and nothing can take that feeling away.
"Open your other gift." He parks the car in the parking lot of your building.
You do as you're told, seeing the silver charm with tiny crystals. You smile, asking him to help with locking it in place.
"I love you, you didn't have to. Thank you."
"I love you, smart girl. You deserve more than that."
He kisses you goodbye, observing you while you go into the elevator and then going into practice.
The gym training was boring. He was with Marc Guiu, Ter Stegen, Fermin, and Araujo, but the exercises were solo ones.
Ter Stegen was telling them a story about something that happened to him with a fan. Everybody was laughing and chatting.
In the end, he and Fermin were the last ones to pick their things. They were chatting while walking outside.
"How is College?"
"It's great, crazy. More now that I'm with the first team."
"You're a heartbreaker." He laughs. "Too many girls?"
"I'm interested in one. But I don't know, he's very shy and very focused in college." He sighs. "And I'm a football player."
"Shoot your shot. My girlfriend just finished college, and we have been together since her third year."
"Will do, take care." He waves Pedro goodbye.
He drove over to your house. He was waiting for you to get ready while he crashed your bed.
"I forgot to bring snacks." He pout, he was craving something.
"I have the crackers your doctor approved." You kiss his cheek, "go get them."
He walks with such no motivation to your kitchen, opening the drawer where you order all your snacks.
He found a box of chocolate with a bite attached. "For my smart girl. K❤️" He throws the box back into the drawer. Appetite gone.
"What if you stay here with me?" He asks, using the frame of the door as a recliner. "I just feel like I haven't seen you in so long."
"Well. I'm all yours after the party."
"So you're not even considering not going to stay with me?"
You turn to him, not sure why he's acting like that when he's the one who encourages you to go out and relax. "Are you okay?"
"No, you don't want to spend time with me. You just want to party and be with your friends and I have feelings too, I miss you too. I'm just tired."
"Amor, you can go home and call it a night. You don't need me for that. I can ask Sira to pick me up and drop me off."
"That's not the point." He squinted his eyes mad. "You prefer to go out than to spend time with me."
"Pedro, relax!" You say, tone serious. "I've been planning to go to this party for a good month now. I help with it. Im not missing it. I deserve this after my hard work."
"That's not the point." He says, angry out of nowhere. "You don't get it." He grabs his wallet and keys, walking out of the room.
"Pedro, seriously?" You can't believe he's walking out like that. "Pedro!"
You hear the door closing. You wanted to go out and ask him to stay, but you didn't. You gave him his time. He's tired and just having a bad night, you think.
You text Sira, asking her to come over so you can go together. Thing she agreed on, texting Kyle that you were picking him up with Sira.
"I love your shorts." Sira says, smacking you. "But that top, maybe a staples one?"
"I like this, I'm not feeling like wearing a strapless."
"Okay, what's with the face?" She grab you by the shoulders, making you turn. "Why are you so blue?"
"Pedro was here. He was supposed to drop me off, but he told me I was only interested in the party and not on him."
"What?" Sira's face is a poem. She has this doubtful expression. "Pedro as in Pedri? What the hell?"
"Maybe he's right." You feel guilty. "Maybe he's going through something, and he doesn't know how to tell me."
"Well, guilt tripping you is not the answer." She hugs you. "We're going, and you're having fun."
You nod, still feeling guilty over going and not calling to fix things with him.
"Now, help me with my makeup." She sits at your vanity. "Hey, stop. You deserve to have fun."
You smile, repeating her words. You deserve to have fun. You grab her makeup bag, helping her with her base and eyeshadow.
Once you're ready, you take out a mini bottle of patron and two shot glasses. Pre gaming with her. "Hey, slow down, you're driving."
"I can do both perfectly, you know that."
You do another shot and left to pick your friend. The trip there was fun, singing with her and Kyle to this Nicki Minaj song.
The party was great, you can say you did drink a little bit more than usual, feeling a bad taste on your mouth after the fight.
"Okay, chug chug chug," Sira cheers you, as you and Karla, your friend in common, are competing on who can drink a long island the fastest.
"Ughh, that was disgusting." You say laughing. "I need a bathroom, I'm going to throw up."
You grab someone's hand, dragging this person to the bathroom with you. You never throw up while drinking, but this time, you kinda get a little crazy on mixing.
"You have luck I have a strong stomach."
"I want my bed." You whisper. "And a blanket."
"Okay, stay here, I'm bringing you water and a mint cause iugh. And I'm asking Sira to go."
"Love you, Ky." You hug his leg, making him laugh. "You're my bestie. Am I your bestie?"
"Sadly, you and your week stomach are my besties." He pets you in the head.
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Pedri was home, bag under his eyes after not being able to sleep, he wonders if you had a nice night, if you were okay.
He replays the story time and time and time again. Sira was with you, so you were okay. You never leave without the other.
He gets your favorite drink and food, knowing you will have a craving of those.
He knocks on your door. It's already almost night, so he's sure Sira and your other friends are gone.
A very destroyed you open the door. You look like you had a little too much fun. He smiles at your sight.
"I got you some food and a drink."
"Food first." You smile, he hands you the bag and drink. You moan hapilly at the taste of the drink. "Okay, you can come in."
"Had some fun?" He kisses your cheek.
"Mhm, a lot." You say opening the bag. "But I kinda got a little more drunk than normal."
He nods, not sure how to address the situation. But you decide to go first.
"I don't like the way you left last night." You look at him. "You don't act like that. Is there something going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, I just got insecure or something I'm not sure. Perdón."
"I get that, but please don't do that again."
He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck, promising not to act like that again and to be more open about his feelings.
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"I love the smell of roses." You say grabbing a red rose.
You were hanging around with Kyle. He was supervising the flower shop his parents had. They were one of the most exclusive flower shops in Barcelona.
"You can grab some, mom won't mind."
"If I get an invoice for this, I'm killing you."
He laughs, you pick out of the big wall that was there. You loved how the roses look so pretty, no matter the color.
"You own me lunch."
"I gave you flowers," He says, funny tone. "Isn't that enough?"
"To take me home?" You ask, imitating his tone. "Invite me to dinner first and then we can head home."
You laugh, he picks his things and tells the girls that are there working to keep an eye for him while he eats lunch.
"What do you want and why is it sushi?"
You smile, you like the rice that the sushi places sell, even tho you're not the biggest sushi fan you liked some pieces.
"I want some rice."
You saw the texts of Pedri, ignoring them. You were mad at him.
He told you, not even asked, told you that he didn't want you out with Kyle because he thought that he had feelings for you.
You had a big fight about it. Asking him to leave. You ignored his calls, texts, and even when he went to your house.
Maybe being with Kyle was not the answer, but he was your friend since the beginning of the career.
He was there for you when you had nobody and you reciprocate that for him. Being his support as much as he was your support.
"Are you okay?" He hugs you by the shoulders. "We can go get some pizza if you want."
"Yes, just a little sleepy."
You never told anybody your fights with Pedro, Sira was an exception for time to time. But that time to time was almost never.
You order food, deciding for some sushi rolls. Kyle noticing how sad you were decided that he wanted some sushi and some other things.
"Wait, lemme take a picture for insta"
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Pedro saw the pictures, blood boiling as he thought he was clear about how he didn't feel nice about this dude being your friend.
"What's wrong?" Eric asks, noticing how he threw his phone into his bag.
"This fucking Kyle dude, fucking on my nerves." He sighs. "I told her I don't like him and she's out with him."
"And you're doing nothing about it?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Fucking go to her and ask her to respect you, you're not a fucking college common guy, you're Pedri. Don't forget that."
Ferran wants to say something, but Pedri grabs his bag and runs out of the door.
"You're way out of line." He stops Eric at the corridor. "Stop giving Pedri your stupid advice."
"Stupid advice?" He laughs, "she's probably fucking that dude and you're on her side?"
"She's not like that."
"Just because you want her to help you go back to Sira doesn't mean she's a saint."
"Fucking stop, Eric." He yells. "Keep your problems away from Pedri and his relationship. Just because you weren't man enough for your ex doesn't mean Pedri is like you."
While the two of them yell at each other, Pedri is driving to your place. He needs to talk with you, Eric was right.
You're his girlfriend, and he needs his to feel respected. Thing he's not feeling right now.
He dials your number two times, both ending in voice mail. His anger just grows.
You and Kyle were talking in the parking lot. He needed to go back to the flower shop but also wanted to make sure you're okay.
"You can trust me, I'm not judging."
You feel your tears floot your eyes, you want to believe that Pedro was going through something and that this person who talks to you like that was not the man you love.
You hug your friend, crying in his chest. He didn't ask anything else, he knew you needed time.
"Hey, I'm here. Don't cry." His hands run up and down your back. Thing that smooth you a little.
"I don't know how to explain what's going on." You say, tears falling. "I'm just so confused."
"It's okay, you're okay now."
His hands hugging your body to gave you confort. Thing you can't seem to find.
You heard the loud noise of a car break. Making you turn your head. Pedro was looking at you from the inside of his car.
You push Kyle away from you, but his hands grab your arms. "Kyle, I think you need to go."
"What?" He's confused. Why would you ask him that? and why was your boyfriend looking like he could kill someone?
Pedri slams his car door. You let Kyle go. "Pedri, what are you doing?" You tried to grab his hand but he moved around you to where your friend is. You let a scream out when Pedro's fist impacts Kyle's cheek.
You freeze in shock. The man who's the least confrontational just punched your friend. And the worst part is that it is out of nowhere.
"What the actual fuck?" Kyle screams from the floor. Spitting blood. Lip cut open from the impact. "Are you fucking crazy?"
You can't register what he replied. When he turns around to you. You back off until your body hits his car.
"Get in the car." He grabs you by the wrist, not hurting you but making you walk. Your friend is on the floor, bleeding from the punch your boyfriend gave him.
Pedro puts the seat belt on you, your shock still there, like a fever dream.
You have a nauseous feeling. Just five minutes ago, you were crying about not knowing when he turned into this jealous boy and now he punched your friend.
The drive was silent. You feel hazy, closing your eyes. His breathing is heavy, his hands gripping the wheel so hard to make the leader squeak under his grip.
You feel the car stopping, opening your eyes to see that you're in his house. You don't want to exit the vehicle.
"You punched my friend." You whisper. "Pedro, que carajos?" (What the fuck?)
"Let's go inside." He get out to go to your side to open the door, but you press the lock button. "Y/n, don't play with me. Please get off."
"You punched my friend." You yell this time. "I want to go home. I'm not getting out."
"Get off." He unlocks the door with the control, but you again locked it. "Y/n, please."
"Are you out of your mind?" You ask, crying out of anxiety. "What is wrong with you? This is not you, I want to go."
His expression softens. It's like he's in a state of mind where he can't control himself. You're hyperventilating. Locked in his car.
"Princesa, por favor." He takes a few steps away. "I'm not hurting you, I will never. Just get off and let's talk."
He let you cry, feeling terrible for making you feel insecure around him. Making you feel like he's not your safe place.
"I'm fucking sorry." He says. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm not like that, I don't hurt people."
His hand hurts, his heart hurts, and his head hurts.
"Can you please get out of the car?"
You breathe a few times, and you unlock the car and open the door. He wants to have his arms around you.
You notice his hand is red. You know he's not hurting you. He won't. Never did, never will.
"Your hand."
"It doesn't matter."
You grab his wrist, guiding him inside of his house and to his bedroom. Once you're inside, you check for the aid kit.
With a baby wipe and alcohol you clean his hand, and his expression shows pain. You apply some cream to make it better.
"What's on your mind?" You ask, narrowed eyes. "You're not this person. You don't hit people. You don't do shit like this."
"I'm fucking sorry"
"Sorry is not enough."
"Don't say that."
"Pedro, tell me what's going on. Kyle and I have been friends since before you and I even met."
He can't look at you, eyes stick to the ground. You're someone who takes her friendships seriously. You love to nurse your friends, be there for them.
"If I'm with you, that means I'm not looking at any other dudes. Pedro you're the only one for me."
"And you're the only one for me." He finally looks at you. "I don't know what's going on, Eric and his stupid advice are ruining my mind."
"Why are you letting your friend who's bitter about his ex give you relationship advice?" You ask, angry. "Pedro, our relationship is only ours. You don't see me say that Sira or Karla are giving me advice on punching Gavi in the face because you're getting shipped on tik tok."
"I'm dumb. I'm fucking dumb for that."
You rub the rest of the cream, massaging the area to smooth his bruise.
"You're not dumb. You're such a smart man." You press a little harder than necessary, making him hiss. "So I need you to use that intelligence to understand that if you keep doing this shit, you're losing me."
His whole body tense, he can't see a day without you by his side. You're his ride or die. You're the person who taught him how to be a man.
"I can't lose you."
"Well, get your shit together then." You let his hand go, standing up. "Pedro, you're not this person, and I'm not staying if you chose to act like this from now on."
"I'm not, love, please don't go."
He hugs your waist, head on your belly. You feel his shoulders shake. He was crying at the thought of you leaving.
You don't hug him back. You don't caress his back. You don't feel like touching him more than you already did.
"You need to think of what you did. A few days apart will help."
You slowly push his arms away, you wanted to cry, but you know you have to wait till you're alone yo do it.
"Please no."
You got away from him. You take your phone out of your bag, call an Uber, and text your friend to see if you can crash her place.
Sira told you she was close to where you were, and she was picking you up. While that happened, you noticed Pedro crying into his hands.
You take a seat next to him. He's into the idea that he lost you. All because of something that he never even cared about.
"I'm leaving." You say after a while, Sira was outside. "Pedro, I need you to understand why this is happening, you need time to think and so do I."
You kiss his shoulder. Head still in his hands. You walk over to his front door. You want to keep composure, but you didn't even make it to the car when the tears began.
Sira didn't question you. She just started the car on her way to her house. Once you both are in her room, you're crying in her arms, letting all the pain go.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You nod, feeling better now that you let the tears out. She dried your tears with a tissue.
You tell her everything, how the situation went from him not wanting you to go to the party from him punching Kyle and yelling you that it was because of Eric and his advices.
"I'm sorry if this is not what you want to hear, but you should break up with him. He's becoming controlling, and that's not cute."
You shake your head no, you don't want to think about breaking up without fighting for the relationship to work.
"I can help him." You whisper. "He's just letting Eric get into his head."
"Y/n, he punched our friend over a stupid advice."
"He's not like that."
Sira decides to remain silent. She knows you're not hearing anybody. You're too attached to him to even consider the leaving option.
"Okay, I'm here for you whatever you decide."
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Ten days later and Pedro still hasn't heard from you.
He knows you were in Paris and horse riding with Sira. You were also doing other things with your classmates.
You answered his texts with a heart or with another emoji, but you won't answer his calls or FaceTime.
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"Can I have my sunglasses back?"
"No, they fit me better."
"We are wearing the same outfit." You laugh. "Hey I'm sure you will do amazing at your competition."
"I have the best cheerleader." She says, hugging and kissing your cheek. "I love you."
"Love you more." You hug her back. "Thank you for being the for me this past days, I needed that so much."
"Are you calling him today?"
"Yes, it's been almost two weeks, and I think we both had out time to think and calm down."
"Do you know how is him?"
"Gavi updates me on what he's on." You confess. "We been talking a lot, you know I love that kid like a little brother."
"He's nice." She agreed. "I love his eyebrows. They have life."
You both laugh, Gavi does have very active expression eyebrows. Thing that makes him even more memorable.
You return home, thanking her for the day with the horses. You take a shower to relax and think about what you're telling him.
He was doing a lot, sending flowers, texting you every day like he always does. Kyle and you were fine. He was just keeping a little distance for now because he's still very mad at him.
You were finishing your skincare routine when you heard a knock on the door. You ignore it, not wanting to go open the door.
But the knocks sound again after a few minutes, and you roll your eyes. Throwing a hoodie over and walking to the door.
You find a very happy Gavi. He was carrying a box of something and had another bag in his hands.
"Hola." He walks inside. Leaving the box and bag in the kitchen aisle. "I'm a messenger. And I have to give you this."
You check the things, a bag full of your favorite snacks and drinks. And the box is a dozen of your favorite pastries.
"Pedri?" You ask, bitting your lip happyly. "Thank you, messenger."
"I charge one of those." He points at the box. Making you roll your eyes in a funny way. "Please."
"Take two."
He did as told. Using a napkin as a plate.
"Want to see a movie now that you're here?" You smile.
"A scary movie?" He raised his eyebrow. Remembering your chat with Sira, you laugh.
"Yes, a scary movie."
He sends a picture to Pedri, letting him know that you got his message and that they were seeing a movie.
"So, how was Paris?"
"It was amazing, I saw Mbappé." You smile. "And it was a good game. They won."
You chat a little while the movie gets good. You were watching the last movie of the conjuring, the one that Pablo hasn't seen.
"Hey, why don't you come to the photoshot we have with this new kit.
"When is it?" You ask confused, thinking that they already did something like this. "Don't you already did that?"
"Yes, but I mean, they always want more content for social media."
"Is Pedro going?"
"Don't think so. He's in the social media team of Alyssa. We're with Antonia."
"Will go if you take me to his house after."
"Deal."
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You smile at the way Pablo and Alejandro shy out with the camera. They're getting scolded by Antonia.
"I'm sorry guys, but the last video I promise, just smile."
The day went fast. They filmed enough content for a while. Not wanting to keep doing it, Antonia let them go.
"Let's go, madame, we're heading to your prince charming house."
"Can I drive?" You ask, running to the pilot door. "I'm about to get my license."
"What if the police stop us?"
"Then you give them free tickets and we're free"
He laughs, throwing the keys at you. You were so excited about being able to drive. Pedri taught you how to do it. During those late night drives.
"Do you know the way?"
"Of course, my horse." You tap his nose with your finger. You love doing that cause of his facial expression. "Want to know a secret?"
"Si."
"Sira and I love how your eyebrows move depending on your mood."
He blushes, his ex used to say the same thing. His eyebrows had a life.
"They're my best card."
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He told you about the next games and how the team was training hard, things you're used to hearing because of Pedri.
"We're here," you announced to him, who was texting. "Thank you for the drive. Have fun, Pablito."
You both say your goodbyes, you enter Pedro's house with the spare key he gave you.
The house was silent, way too silent for your liking. You knew Fernando was in Tenerife with his parents, so you didn't really find weird not seeing him cooking or working on something.
You left your bag and key in the kitchen aisle, walking upstairs to look up for him.
The sound of the shower gave you an answer of where he was. You can see the steem coming out of the little door opening.
You take your shoes off, walking to the closet and changing into the pajama set you have there. You get into bed, making yourself comfortable in the sheets.
Not even five minutes later, you heard him moving into the bathroom, moving things, even singing lightly to a Quevedo song.
When he's out, he jumps a little, happy but surprised to see you there.
"Me has dejado cagado eh!" (You scare me)
"Perdón, I didn't want to interrupt your shower." You can't help but wonder your eyes up and down his body.
He smirked, walking to where you're to peck your lips. "I missed you. Let me change, and we can talk." You spank his ass when he turned around. "Oye, that's playing dirty."
He was giving you a show, walking around so you could peak at him while he changed. You turn your head so you can focus on the reason on why you were there.
But you didn't mind having an after sex talk with him. In the end, he was the one who needed to make it up to you.
"Ready, princesa." He jumps in bed. Arm around you. "I missed you so much, mi vida"
"So did I." You caress his almost dry hair. "How was your dar, amor?"
"Do you really want to know?" He laughs. "Or should we address the elephant in the room?"
"You're such an inpatient, Pedro." You pinch his cheek. "But yes, sit."
He sits, crossing his legs in front of you. You accommodate his hair, untangling his locks. He grabs your wrists, bringing your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.
"I'm sorry." He began. "You're the most important person in my life. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let Eric advise me on relationships. But it's not on him. It's on me who did such crazy things like hitting your friend. I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you."
You grab his face, pushing him towards you. Lips collapsing. You fell into bed, lips still attached.
"Please don't do this again." You peck him. "I love you so much."
"I love you, princesa."
"Now love me in the way only you can."
"Will do." He laughs, kneeling and taking his shirt off while you unbutton your own.
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"Wooow, such a model." Pablo says, clapping his hands. "I like this one better than the black one."
"I like this one too." You say observing your reflection. "I think this is the one."
"Finally, I'm hungry."
You changed, not before taking a picture to send to your friends. You asked the girl that was helping you that you were taking the dress and to pack it up for you.
"I want Chinese. Do you want some?" You ask Gavi. He was on his phone with his mad face. "What's going on Pablito?"
"Nothing." He pout.
You pay for the dress and walk with him to the basement where the car is. He keeps this pouty face.
He parked at the Chinese restaurant that he liked the most. You want to talk to him about his mood.
You order the food, you text Pedri that you had the dress for the wedding. But what worries you is the boy in front of you.
"Pablito, mi vida. Tell me what's going on."
"I'm not sure, I'm talking with this girl, and we were fine, but these stupid rumors about me and other girls are ruining the chances I had."
"Don't worry, Pablito. You're such a kind-hearted dude. You just had to make her see who you really are."
"What can I do?" He asks, tired of trying and failing.
"Invite her to the wedding." You smile. "If she's from Barcelona, why not?"
"But, what if she says no?"
"You already have the no, but if you ask, you might get a yes."
"You're such a smart girl." He texts happily, asking you what to write and how to invite her properly.
You offer yourself to help his "friend" go get a dress or borrow her one of your own. He was happy with the offer, asking her about it to let her decide.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. If she needs help with the hair and makeup, I can help, I'm kinda good at that."
"Gracias, you're the best." He kisses your cheek. You say your goodbyes to him, hurrying upstairs yo try on the dress again and match it with some shoes.
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"Are you ready to go?" Pedri asks, kissing your cheek. "I'm obsessed with how you look."
You kiss him carefully because of the lipstick. You loved the way he made you feel like so special.
"Let's go, mi amor."
The drive to the venue was a little longer than you thought. You pictured the place being a little closer to his place than what actually is.
"I hope we find parking."
"It's kinda early."
Lucky for you, there were some available spots. You notice Gavi's car. You smile at the thought of him and his date. Hoping everything is well for him.
"Hola, you guys are early birds just like us I see."
To your luck, the table was full of people you know. Alejandro, Robert, Gavi and Eric, and Ferran.
"Una putada, early to a party but late for training." Pedri laughs, saying hi to all the table.
"Anna, Robert, you guys look amazing." You say, "Anna, I love that dress on you."
"Thank you, but what about you? You look like a movie star, shining all around."
"Thank you." You blush at her comments.
The party began not that much later. Many other playmates joined the venue. The party was great.
The bride and groom gave their welcome words, thanking everybody. Did their first dance and later on announced the food.
You made conversation with Ferran, asking him about something silly, while Pedri and Anna chatted about football.
After the food, the dance began, and so did the open bar. You wanted one drink but were too full to get it at the moment.
Ana and Robert were the ones who got to the dance floor first, inviting you all to the table to dance.
You followed them. Even when Pedri didn't like to dance, he would do it for you. "I love you." He kisses you while dancing with you.
You finally chose to go get that drink, Ferran with you because he was feeling some on the rocks.
When you go back, you notice Pedri sat down at the table talking with Alejandro. "Hey, I'm joining them, I'm resting a little." He nodded, grabbing the person he was dancing with again.
"Hola hola, got tired of dancing?" You joke with Pedri. He moves the chair for you, hugging you with his arm.
"Hey, Y/n." Alejandro called you, "how is college going on?"
"Good, I just finished with the curriculum, and we'll I'm working on other things."
"Nice, good for you."
"Excuse me, please." Gavi's date says, walking back to the table and picking up her purse.
Gavi hurried with her outside of the venue. You followed them with your eyes, worried that something might have gone wrong.
"Hey, I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom." You tell pedri, he nods in response.
You walked outside to where Gavi and his date were, they were fighting about something and where this girl sees you, she reprimanded Gavi about it.
She walks away from the scene, Gavi turns to you, head low. "I fucking hate Eric." He says.
"What?" You hurry to his side. "What's going on, Pablito?"
"That fucking asshole told her that I had a crush on you. And that I have been in love with you since I met you. Que mierda?"
"He did what?"
"He fucking did, I'm going to punch him in the fucking face."
You stopped him, not wanting the party to be ruined about this. "Pablito no, not here. Please."
"He fucking deserves it." He yells.
"I know, but not here. Look, call her, explain.to her your feelings."
"She's not answering." He buffs.
"Try, Gavira." You hit him.in the head.
He dials her number several times, each getting into voice mail. You feel bad about what happened, angry at the asshole of Eric.
"What if you send a voice note to her inbox?"
"And say what?"
You ask for his phone, opening iMessage and searching for her name.
"How do you feel?" You ask, recording what he was about to say in a voice note.
"I just feel like an idiot because I've never met someone so special and someone so fucking pretty, super dedicated to what she does, and super smart, someone who every guy will die to be with. You're the only one I think about in the morning when I wake up, the one I want to call after training or have on the bleachers with my number on her back. You, just you."
You smile, finishing with the recording of the message. You know how important it is for him
"Qué mierda esta pasando?" Pedri asks.
Pablo turns to him. Pedri doesn't notice that what he said was for his date and not for you. "Pedro, it's not what you think."
"So this shit is not you telling my girlfriend you're in love with her?"
"Pedri, stop it." You warn him. "Not here. This is not like that."
"Will you shut up?" He said, eyes looking at Pablo and not at you. "I thought we were friends."
"This is not like that." Pablo yells. "Fucking idiot."
He pushes Pedri lightly, entering the venue again. Pedri turns to you, angry expression on his face.
"Let's go."
"You're so stupid if you think I'm leaving with you."
"Don't do this here. Let's go."
You wanted to leave before you get inside and scream at Eric for being such an asshole. "Let me get my things."
You walk inside and grab your things, Pablo was doing the same but when he noticed you he just asked you if you were okay.
"Yeah, we're leaving. Hope you solve things with her." You hug him goodbye. He sat while waiting for a few minutes till you left.
You walk outside, pedri already has the car in front of the door. You debate actually going with him.
"Get in, we're going to my place. You have some explaining to give."
You walk over to the door, slamming it when you get in. you were mad about everything, the ruined night, he being rude to you, rude to Pablo. Eric fucking up as always and Pedro following the train.
"You're such an asshole." You finally say. "You don't even know what the fuck happened and already jumped into conclusions."
"Don't try to defend him."
"I'm not, but you're so out of line, Pedro."
"Don't defend him, y/n."
"He was talking with his date over a voice note because Eric told her that he had a crush on me which is a fucking lie."
"It's not."
"It is, Pedro." You yell, angry at him. "I helped him with the invitation, with getting her a dress, with everything for him to get the girl, if he had a crush on me why would he do that?"
"You did?'
"Yes." You answer like it's obvious. "Pablo is like a little brother to me, you know that. He's your friend, a better one than Eric. Fucking stop with the attitude."
You both stayed silent until you reached his house. When the garage door closes, you immediately get out of the car.
"You were so out of line, you ruined the night for you, for me and for Pablo. I'm so fucking tires of this."
"Stop"
"No, I want to change and to sleep, my night is ruined, and so is yours. Maybe tomorrow you can fix things.
You walk upstairs, grabbing your makeup remover, some towels, your pajamas and other things, and moving yo Fernando's room.
You definitely were not sleeping, wanting to cry and to scream but just cried. He felt the frustration of the night. Pulling an all-nighter, just like you.
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Two days later, you were waiting for Pedro at his house. You wanted to fix things between Pablo and him. You want their friendship to heal. Even tho your relationship was kinda still not well from the last fight.
Pablo was showing you something, his shoulder sticker to yours so you both see the tik tok. You grap your arm around his shoulder, thing you always do.
Pedro was outside doing something with the social media team, or so you thought. He was looking at the two of you from his front door. He was mad about something someone told him.
Wanting to come home and rest and find you two glued to each other was annoying to him. Especially because he was still mad at Gavi.
He clears his throat, making you turn and smile at him.
"Hola." You greet him.
You were expecting him to do the same with you, but he didn't. He just ignored you and went upstairs.
Pablo kept his mouth shut, his teeth clenched because he didn't think that was the way he was supposed to be treating you.
"Maybe he's just mad." You excuse him, thing you do pretty often lately. "Or maybe just tired."
"That doesn't give him the right." Pablo gets up from the couch. "Let's just go, I don't want to be here."
"Wait for me in the car? I just want to get something."
He wants to tell you no and take you to the car. But he also respects your decisions. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
You walk upstairs, following Pedri. His room door was open. He was taking his dirty clothes out of his training bag.
"What was that?" You ask, sitting on his bed. "That was rude."
"Rude is you coming here trying to fix something that I dont want to." He was angry, his voice was low. "Why is he here? I didn't invite him."
You were angry. He was becoming this rude person to you and to his friends.
"Why are you talking like that?" His words were hurting you. It's like a wake-up call you were not ready to answer.
"Because it's the truth, you bring him here uninvited." He shouts.
"What are you even on, Pedro?" You shout, too. "I take time out of my day to fix the shit you have done and try to make things right with our friend because you can't seem to do it."
"Then fucking leave, come back when you can respect my house. Maybe not dressed like that."
You look down at your outfit. You are wearing a tennis skirt with a tank top, the day was hot, you weren't going to wear pants and a long sleeve.
"What about my clothes?"
"Nothing, please go."
"No, what about my clothes? Do you have a problem with the way I dress?"
"I do. Go, come back well dressed."
You laugh, making him turn to you. Angry expression on his face. "You're not going to tell me how to dress. Or who to be friends with, you're my boyfriend Pedro, not my father."
"Yes, your boyfriend, and you should respect me more."
"I have never disrespected you." You yell. "You just fucking did.! You have been doing so often. it's like a habit now. And I'm not going to let you do that to me."
"I'm having a bad fucking day, don't make it even worse."
Sira's words were echoing in your head. <You should break up with him. He's becoming controlling. And that's not cute.>
"Sira was right, I should have broken up with you the day you hit my friend." You say, angry at him. "I'm done."
"What?" His expression changed, even his tone of voice.
"You punched Kyle over nothing. You had a fight with Pablo for God's sake. This is not healthy anymore." You began.
You tried your best to heal what needed to heal in the relationship, but bandaids don't fix bullet holes, specifically if the one that's shooting keeps doing it.
"I can't do this." You wanted to cry but wont. "I excuse you with my friends, I humiliate myself for you, trying to save your image of a good boyfriend. And you just can't seem to change. I'm done for good."
"Don't do this." He tries to get closer, but you push him. "Amor."
"Why are you blaming me? You've been so controlling with my friends, with me. And now clothes are a problem? No, I'm done."
You exit the room. Leaving him speechless. He didn't notice how his actions were breaking the relationship.
"Y/n, wait." He runs downstairs.
You got in the car, asking Pablo to drive.
When Pedro made it to his front door, the car was already moving. He couldn't stop it. You were gone.
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sippin’ bubbly, feelin’ lovely ★
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
req: Hand kisses w/ Jude taking care of drunk!reader that keeps kissing his hands 😭
note: this is soooo cute, i love this (and i love jude's hands)
now playing LOVE. by kendrick lamar & zacari...
your bedroom was bathed in just enough light from the moon for jude to guide you to your bed. your mind was still foggy from the alcohol you drank at the new years eve party your boyfriend and yourself were invited to. after forcing you to sit on your bed, jude kneeled down in front of you.
“i like your hands”, your voice was hoarse from all the screaming you did and your tone high-pitched with the alcohol in your veins.
jude bit back the urge to laugh at your drunk antics but couldn't fully hide away the smirk on his face. his fingers made quick work of your heels, a pain that was ‘too great for a pretty girl like you to be victim of’ (your words, not his)
“mmh, do you now?” you sheepishly nodded, smiling like a kid.
“yeah! hands are great, very useful. yours are the best though.” jude let you ramble about his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you to your bathroom to take off your makeup.
perched on the counter, your gaze was focused on the way his hands were precautiously soaking the cotton pad in micellar water, before wiping off your makeup with the utmost care.
every move was filled with love and devotion, your boyfriend's hands working meticulously on your face.
“wait,” your voice made jude stop, worried that he might have hurt you in some way. but you only held one of his hands with yours, inspecting it like a detective, squinting as to get every single detail, from the bitten skin by his nails to the dryness of his knuckles due to the cold weather.
you brought his hand to your lips, pressing kisses to his knuckles, trying your hardest to heal every scar, every spot that time left by.
jude watched you pepper kisses across his hands with a smile for a little while, pressing your lips on the pads of his fingers.
“babe, i need to take off your makeup, behave now,” jude said in a lighthearted tone, but that was enough to make a pout appear on your face.
you let jude take off the remaining traces of makeup on your face, side eyeing him for his words that sounded mean to drunk you.
at that point, jude wasn't hiding his laugh anymore, your face hid nothing of your annoyance towards him.
“i’m mad at you, in case you were wondering. stop cackling like a chicken.” you punctuated your words with light hits to his arms.
“ouch, okay m’sorry. i won't make fun of your weird interests anymore.” jude intertwined his hand with yours one last time to lead you back to the bedroom. “alright princess ‘i can handle my alcohol’, let's get you to bed now”.
before closing your eyes for the night, you made sure you pressed a kiss on the back of his hand. blissfully unaware of the teasing you would endure tomorrow.
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Hey can you write one where the reader has a crush on Mason, but he says he only sees her as a friend, and that he has a crush on the reader's friend. But after y/n moves away from him, he realizes that he was always in love with her too. Please, with a happy ending!!!!
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warnings: fluff, a bit of angst maybe? word count: 3767 notes: I LOVED THIS ONE!! remembering that english is not my first language, this has not been revised!!! i hope you like it :) masterlist | requests are open!
Y/N's camera lens traveled around the pitch during Manchester United's training sessions. And she loved her work as a visual media creator for the club's social networks. Combining her passion for football with her passion for photography was perfect. She was living a long-planned dream. Y/N was trying to get the best angles of the training session led by coach Ten Hag. She laughed a little when she saw Rashford and Casemiro play with the ball through the camera lens. He captured good moments of the two of them until she looked for her next target. That's when her lens passed Mason Mount. Y/N always liked to take pictures of Mason last because when her camera found him, it was hard to take the focus off him. She followed him all over the pitch, looking at him through her hyperfocus lens and taking more photos of him than of any other player. Of course, she knew it was a bit unprofessional, but no one needed to know, since she was the only one operating that camera and on the website and social media, all the players received the same publicity. The ones that remained, she kept in her personal collection.
Mason was running around the pitch, until he received a ball from Shaw, which he took on his chest and sent into the back of the net. Y/N made a point of capturing every moment as he celebrated by smiling, messing with his hair in a cute way and every bit of how his body reacted and the expressions on his face. Until he looked directly at her and realized that the camera was pointing at him. Mason began to make faces that made Y/N laugh as she recorded everything, without missing a beat. The truth was that Y/N was very friendly with all the players, they were nice and good company for going out and doing something fun, and nothing was more than friendship, but she had to admit that she had developed a special bond with Mason. She knew that with him, she didn't just want friendship, it was much more than that. But she felt too cowardly to admit it to him. He came running towards her, and she lowered the camera, finally taking the focus off him. She didn't need a camera to observe Mason Mount when she had him so close. "Too much work today, Y/N?"
"I'm always very busy, Mase." Y/N wiping the camera lens. Ever since she'd discovered her crush on Mason, she'd been a bit awkward around him because she found it hard to look at him and talk to him without looking like a lovesick idiot. A shiver ran through her body when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and squeezed with his other hand. "You need a break to relax, you work too much." Y/N was going to ask him what his ideas were for her to relax, but she wasn't so bold. "Today is Maya's birthday." Maya worked in PR at United and was one of her best friends at the club. Working with her was amazing. They always went out together whenever they could. "Oh, I know, she invited me." Mason smiled in a different way, which made a thousand butterflies fly around in Y/N's stomach. "So, I'll see you tonight, right?" She hugged the camera, too nervous to answer and stuttering Y/N just shook her head up and down. Mason left a kiss on her cheek and pulled away when Ten Hag called out to him. Y/N stood there watching Mason walk away for God knows how long, that kiss on the cheek was capable of melting her entire system. She was so caught up that she didn't even notice when Marcus approached.
She could say that Marcus was one of her best friends. He was the first person she had been close to since she started working at the club. She felt she could count on him for anything. "When are you going to tell him?" "What a fright, Rash!" She looked at him unconcerned. "You need to stop this!" "And you need to stop running away from my questions, Y/N." "I don't know what you're talking about…" "Come on, you don't lie to me. You've got a thing for Mase." They both watched Mason from afar. She looked at her friend and rolled her eyes. "How do you know that?" "I know you, honey." He laughed, pinching her nose. "Do you think I don't notice how you spend hours and hours stalking him with that camera?" "Yeah, I have a crush on him, so what?" "So you're really going to leave without exposing your feelings?" Marcus raised an eyebrow and Y/N bit her lip. A few weeks ago, she had received an offer to become a Real Madrid staffer. Moving to Spain wasn't in her plans, but the offer was too good to turn down. Her photos had been successful, and she was getting recognized for her talent, but she still didn't know if she would actually accept. She loved Manchester, she loved United, and she loved the players with whom she was already familiar. To change would be to leave that behind. Leaving Mason behind.
"I haven't decided yet. It's a good opportunity, of course, but…" "I bet having Mason would make you say no to the proposal." "Rash, you don't know what you're talking about." "I'm just suggesting it. I'm going to miss you, and I'd rather you didn't go, but I understand, and I'm advising you, if you go, go without this weight on your back." Rashford winked at her and turned back to the pitch. Y/N took one last look at the two of them before heading to the administration building, she needed to edit those photos and publish them. She knew she had a big decision to make, wondering if her friend Marcus was right. Would Mason be a good reason to make her stay in England?
Later, Y/N was at home getting ready for Maya's party when she received a message from Mason:
mase: do u want me to come and pick u up?
The truth was that Y/N didn't need a ride, but Mason's invitation was impossible to refuse. The minutes she spent in his car in the passenger seat, watching his profile drive through the streets of Manchester, were almost magical. So she quickly replied that yes, she wanted his ride. What she really meant was that she wanted his company at every moment of her life. She finished getting ready in an hour, which was about the time Mason pulled up in front of her house. In the car he seemed very excited about Maya's birthday party and for some reason that was giving Y/N confidence. Maybe Marcus was right, and she should get those feelings out soon before they suffocated her. Maya's birthday was taking place in a fancy hotel and Y/N was enjoying it with her friends, her Manchester United friends and, of course, Mason. He was great company at parties, always daring her to knock back shots of booze or asking her to dance. On the one hand, Y/N loved him, but on the other she felt sad. Every touch he made on her waist or anywhere on her body sent shivers down her spine, and when he looked at her smiling and fiddled with her hair without taking his eyes off her?
She couldn't resist. But the worst part was seeing other girls flirting with Mason when he was with her, and not being able to do anything about it, since Mase wasn't someone she could call her own. So she decided to hide in the bathroom for a while. What was supposed to be five minutes turned into almost thirty, and she decided to go out and look for Marcus. She needed her friend more than anything at that moment, but instead of finding him, she bumped into Mason, who looked five times more altered than the last time she'd seen him. "Mase?" "Y/N! You're gooone!" He said in that slurred, shuffling voice. "What happened to you, Mase? I leave you for a few minutes, and you decide to drink the whole bar?" He moved his mouth laughingly, and she supported him with her shoulders, helping him to walk. Mason in that state meant it was time to go home. She knew the friend she had. "Where are you taking me?"
"To your house." "I'm usually the one who takes the girls there." "Funny." She laughed and pulled him away. They arrived in the parking lot and Y/N guided Mason to where he had parked his thousand-euro car. "The key." She held out her hand, and Mason slipped his hand into the front pocket of his pants without complaint and handed it to her. He wouldn't let just anyone drive his car, but in that state he either obeyed Y/N or he obeyed Y/N. "There. Here we are. You can get to your room on your own, can't you?" she said from outside, in front of Mason's door, who didn't look very well, but well enough to get into his own house. He looked at her worriedly. "How are you going home?" "I'll manage, Mase. I can order an Uber." She shrugged, wanting to get out of there. "Not at all. You can sleep here. I'll drop you home in the morning." He suggested, taking her by the hand and leading her into his house, but Y/N didn't move, letting go of her hand. Mason seemed somewhat loving, but she needed to remind herself that whatever he was doing at that moment, he wasn't in his most sober state. Alcohol could easily manipulate his actions, and she didn't know what was real. "I'm not sleeping at your place."
"Why not?" He frowned at the refusal. Normally, Y/N never said no to him. "You've slept here before." "There were other people along." She said quietly. It was those parties that got a bit out of hand and went on until late, and everyone thought it was safer to spend the night than to drive drunk. "And what's wrong with not having other people?" He asked, moving closer. So close that Y/N could have sworn she felt something in her body fail. It could have been her heartbeat or her breathing. She gave a half-smile, refusing to answer that question. There were all the problems in the world spending the night with a guy she couldn't call her own. It was too much of a disservice to her poor heart. "You look strange." He pointed out, looking right into her eyes. "You were weird the whole party." "I wasn't."
"I know you, Y/N. Yes, you were." Mason took another step forward, holding one of her shoulders. "You don't want to tell me why?" Y/N analyzed for a few seconds, hating that moment. She knew Mason wouldn't stop until he got an answer out of her and that's when she thought of the response she'd gotten from Rashford that morning. So she took a deep breath, making one of the two decisions she needed to make at that point in her life. "This is going to sound really stupid…" "You can tell me anything." "Look…" She looked away, but Mason held her face and his touch felt so good, it brought the best feeling in the world to her heart. "I'll say it straight away, okay?" He warned and Mason nodded, interested. Y/N took one last breath and quickly poured the words over him. "I like you, that's all. I know we're friends and that I shouldn't like you, but I do and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I like you. Holy shit! I didn't want to like you, but I do, so what am I going to do? Hell! It's not my fault, I'm not in charge of my heart. Mase, I can't be around you without my heart leaping three hundred times and I need to know what you're thinking right now!"
Mason blinked, a little stunned by the revelation, and felt something bad inside him. The alcohol in his brain wasn't letting him think straight. "Shit…" He muttered softly, letting go of her shoulder. "Y/N…" "What?" she asked, bracing herself for what was perhaps the worst thing she could hear.
"You know I think you're amazing, right? I like you a lot Y/N you, but not like that…" He concluded and the sentence almost made Y/N's world come crashing down. That was definitely not happening. She felt pathetic. "I was actually interested in Maya…" Mason swallowed before saying it and that was the end of the world for Y/N. She could deal with unrequited love, but a relationship between Mason and her best friend? It was too much for her. "Oh my God…" She took a step back, wanting to get out of there and holding back any tears that might fall. "Mason." She whispered and he continued talking as if that wasn't the worst thing he was doing. "I'm really sorry." Y/N couldn't look them in the eye, the street seemed less painful. "We can still be friends after that, right? Nothing have to change…"
She suddenly looked at him, hurt. How could he ask her that after saying he liked her best friend? "I-I…" She stammered. "I don't know if I can go through with this until I'm sure I've gotten rid of all my feelings for you. Bye, Mason." Y/N turned her back on him and walked away as fast as she could. She couldn't do that. Walking away was the best option, until she no longer felt anything, until she saw Mason Mount as just a friend. The problem was that for Y/N it could last a lifetime.
A few days later…
Mason felt strange, he could even say a little unhappy. An unbearable emptiness. Ever since Y/N had left him, he hadn't seen her for a few days. What was that withdrawal? He couldn't even say. He even thought about asking Maya, but he felt like such an idiot after that conversation. He really had an interest in the girl, but after what had happened with Y/N, Mason didn't care, he just wanted to get that feeling out of him. Because his current condition was: he missed a girl with whom he was hopelessly in love. Like almost all of his clubmates, he was always asked what was going on between him and Y/N. Mason always denied any love interest. But it wasn't possible! Could it be that only they didn't see what everyone else saw? Or at least, only he didn't see? Maybe what he felt for Maya was just physical attraction and the person he really liked was Y/N. It had been so long since he had liked anyone and when this person appeared, Mason was terrified.
She was the one who greeted him at the CT with a smile every day and made him laugh with the photos she took of him while he was distracted. It was fun how she would blackmail him with those photos to ask for favors like buying her a milk shake or autographing his shirts. Even though Mason never said no to her, he loved their dynamic. He also liked having her at all his games, cheering him on and giving him a big hug when the game was over. Shit, Mason wanted that back. He wanted Y/N back in his life, he understood her pulling away, but he wasn't going to let it continue.
"Rash, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked Marcus as soon as training was over. "Y/N? She's resigned, Mase." Marcus replied a little sadly, but it had been Y/N's decision and he would respect it. Mason, on the other hand, looked shocked. "What do you mean?" "She received an offer from Real Madrid. Yesterday was her last day. She must be on her way to Madrid…" Marcus looked at his watch on his cell phone. He had managed to say goodbye to Y/N the day before. "Right now." "You can't be serious." "Serious. We've lost the best photographer in the world to a Spanish team." He felt a little guilty. "Do you think…"
"If she went to stay away from you?" Marcus concluded, holding Mason's shoulder. "Don't think too much of yourself, the proposal was very good, but yeah, I think what you said to her may have influenced your final decision." "Damn. I was such an idiot." "Yes, you were." "Do you think I can reverse it?" "If you want to, you can, but please, man, try not to hurt my friend anymore." That hurt, but Mason nodded and understood that it was up to him. Marcus gave him some details, but told him that it might be too late. Y/N was leaving for Madrid at that moment and Mason might have to wait a little longer. Mason found himself defeated for only a few minutes before he realized that if he really wanted her forgiveness, he would have to want it badly and to show it he would have to start right then and there. He left CT like a hurricane in his car and drove as fast as he could to the airport. He wore a hood over his head to avoid being recognized, it would slow him down too much. He looked at the screen and boarding for the next flight to Madrid had already started and Y/N was probably already in the departure lounge. He went to the nearest counter and bought the first ticket he saw. At the counter, while waiting to pay, he thought he was acting out a scene from the clichéd movies Y/N liked, but he couldn't have cared less. Y/N was worth it and if he hadn't been such an idiot, none of this would have been necessary. After passing through the boarding gate, Mason looked as quickly as possible for the flight gate, when he found it he saw the queue forming and Y/N was currently first in line, handing over her documents before getting on the plane.
"Y/N." He shouted so loudly that not only Y/N but most of the people present looked in his direction. She felt someone taking her headphones off and when she looked back she was surprised. "Mason?" The girl went static when she saw him. He came closer and she took the document back and walked over to him. It hurt so much to see him again, but she was curious and a little surprised. "What are you doing here?" "I'm asking you. I can't believe you'd leave without saying goodbye to me." She looked at him a little guiltily. "Besides, you forgot something of yours with me." "What?" "Me." He said quietly, holding her face. At that point, Y/N's brain was going haywire, as if she couldn't imagine that Mason Mount would come to the airport after her to propose. "Answer me this, why did you say that day that you didn't want to like me?" She swallowed. "Why… Because I knew you wouldn't like me back and that would ruin our friendship, like it did." "And how did you know that was true?" Mason arched an eyebrow and Y/N looked around for something to get her out of that situation.
"Well, you told me yourself." "I lied." Mason shrugged his shoulders feeling bad, even worse with the face Y/N was making. "Oh, you lied? Lied that you were interested in my best friend? What did you want with that? To make me feel bad?" Y/N took a deep breath because at that moment she was starting to get angry. "That hurt me so much, you have no idea, and now you come here after me thinking I'm going to be with you whenever you want, Mason?" She finished saying it and took a step back, at which point Mason realized that things were getting very bad for him. He approached her holding her hands, willing to make things right with Y/N. "I'm not proud of it, it's just that I was a bit terrified Y/N. I haven't liked anyone like that for a long time and I loved our friendship, but I didn't even know how much I liked you." He confessed and Y/N had to admit that it shook something inside her. "I found myself smiling for no reason until I realized that I was thinking of you. And that I couldn't waste another day of my life without you. Please give me another chance!" Y/N hesitated. This was difficult because on the one hand she was very hurt, but on the other, the fact that Mason Mount had come up to her in an airport and declared himself like that was all she had ever wanted.
"But what about Maya?" "I have nothing to do with Maya, I never have, and I don't want to. Please understand that." Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking at Mason for sincerity. She sighed, allowing herself to consider the possibility of a second chance. "Mason, it's not easy to forget what happened, but…" She looked into his eyes. "If you've really changed, if you're willing to be honest this time, then maybe we can try again." Mason let out a relieved sigh, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise, Y/N, no lies. I want to be more than a friend to you, I want to be someone you can trust." Y/N smiled, giving in to the moment. "All right, Mason. Let's start again, but this time, no secrets. Bring out your true feelings from the start." Mason agreed, determined to make things right. "I'd like that. And I promise I'll make up for any hurt I've caused." The two hugged, deciding to put the past behind them. "So, what's the next step?" Y/N asked, trying to keep things light. Mason smiled. "A date, maybe? Something simple, just to get us started."
Y/N laughed. "That sounds good. But this time, no made-up love triangles, right?" Mason laughed along with her. "Absolutely. Just the two of us, no complications, but…." "What?" "Let me kiss you now? I didn't want to wait until the date." Y/N laughed along with him, letting herself go and kissing Mason as she had always dreamed. And so, with laughter and a promise of honesty, Mason and Y/N took the first step towards a new beginning, redefining not just their friendship, but building something more meaningful and true.
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trentsgirl · 2 months
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⟡ summary: after being banned from the next match, jude decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. as you accompanied him on his way home, he shared something with you.
⟡ notes: had this in my drafts over a year and i just had to get it out of there. i thought it was cute, but eh.
⟡ content: friends to lovers because who doesn’t love this trope 🫶🏻, very very fluffy, alcohol mention, jude is stupidly drunk here, reader is sober, around one thousand words, part two?
⟡ streaming: delicate by taylor swift.
⟡ masterlist, part one, part two.
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strolling beside jude, he accidentally collided with you again, causing a burst of laughter that brought a warm smile to your face.
it was clear to anyone seeing jude that he was heavily intoxicated. as a consequence of being banned from the next game, he had decided to indulge in excessive drinking to the point where he could barely walk straight.
your arm was wrapped around his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. the scent of alcohol and the cologne enveloped you, creating a cozy and comforting feeling.
“jude,” you said with a grunt, struggling to maintain your balance. “i can’t keep walking like this... we’re going to end up falling.”
ignoring your concerns, jude continued his unsteady stride. it was only a matter of time before he stumbled, as you had anticipated.
without even attempting to assist him, you let go, aware that his strength would likely drag you down too.
“ow…” he muttered from the ground, resembling the idiot he is. you sighed, silently resolving never to let him consume such excessive amounts of alcohol again.
the streets were relatively empty, given the late hour, for which you were grateful. if anyone caught sight of jude in his current state, he would undoubtedly become the subject of jokes for weeks.
you lowered yourself to his level, feeling the ache in your feet from the heels you had worn all night. noticing a cut on his knee only added to your exasperation.
“jude, sometimes you act like a complete child.” you murmured quietly, helping the man you helplessly adored in supporting back onto his feet.
“knee… blood…” jude weakly pointed out the blood on his knee, his voice slurred and distant, indicating that he was on the verge of passing out. however, you knew you couldn’t take him home without tending to the cut first.
spotting a nearby shop a few steps away, you carefully guided jude and yourself towards it. settling him on a bench outside the shop, you assured him, “i’ll be right back.” not expecting much of a response.
as you turned to leave, jude grabbed your wrist, causing you to look back at him in confusion. his pouting lips and pleading eyes melted your heart, leaving you swooning at the adorable sight.
“don’t leave,” he pleaded, his voice barely audible. “i need you.”
you released a gentle sigh, a soft smile gracing your lips. aware that his intoxicated state might have influenced his words, you still couldn’t help the rapid beating of your hopeless heart.
“i won’t be gone for long, i promise.” you reassured him.
“pinky promise?” he questioned.
a laugh escaped you, causing jude to misconstrue it as mockery. he glared at you, extending his pinky finger and waiting for yours to join.
“alright, alright,” you composed yourself, intertwining your pinky finger with his.
after assuring jude that you would be back in five minutes, you entered the shop and swiftly purchased a pack of adhesive bandages.
unfortunately, the cashier happened to be a new employee and encountered some difficulties with the machine. as a result, when you returned to jude, he was sitting there with crossed arms.
“seven minutes and ten seconds,” he grumbled. “you took too long.”
supressing a laugh, aware that it would only annoy jude further, you sat down beside him on the bench, wearing an apologetic expression. “i’m sorry... but look what i got for you!”
jude’s pout vanished, replaced by sparkling eyes and a wide smile. “kinder bueno!” he exclaimed, swiftly snatching the chocolate from your hand.
taking advantage of his distraction, you carefully applied the bandage to his knee, despite the challenge of his constant twitching and movement.
“all done,” you proudly grinned, discarding the bandage wrappers into the nearby trash bin. “the bleeding has stopped, and i’m sure the cut will heal in a few days as it-”
your words trailed off as you noticed jude gazing at you with an unusual expression in his eyes. it was difficult to discern if it was shock, adoration, or infatuation that filled his gaze.
you looked at jude, puzzled, and asked, “are you okay?”
he took a moment to respond, and when he did, your eyes widened as your heart sank to the pit of your stomach:
“i love you.”
a disbelieving chuckle escaped your lips as you observed your intoxicated best friend. you knew better than to believe his words. after all, he was drunk.
moreover, you were his best friend – it was impossible.
“jude... it’s not funny. please don’t joke about something like that.” you murmured, your voice quiet and uncertain.
you stared at jude with furrowed brows as he vehemently denied, “i’m not joking, y/n. i love you, so much.”
the insistence and urgency in his voice sounded genuine, however, expressing his love while under the influence made it difficult to trust his words.
“jude.” you cautioned, hoping to dissuade him from continuing.
ignoring your warning, he persisted, “i am hopelessly, stupidly in love with you. you mean… everything to me, and i wish i had the courage to ask you out when we first met.”
you despised how easily you fell for his words, yearning for them to be true. countless nights, you prayed for jude to reciprocate your feelings, and now he was speaking what you had always longed to hear.
however, he was shit-faced drunk.
furthermore, whenever jude drank, he would become affectionate and cling to you, so you assumed his behavior was merely a result of alcohol coursing through his veins.
“alright, that's enough,” you announced, regaining your footing. “it’s getting late and you definitely need some rest.”
jude refused to accept your attempts to avoid his emotions. he acknowledged his drunken state, yet his feelings for you were ever present. he was simply too afraid to express them when sober.
he needed to convince you because he wouldn’t play games or deceive you about something like this.
“y/n,” jude pleaded, his desperate tone freezing you in place.
bridging the gap between you, he gently cupped your face with his warm hands, contrasting against your cold skin.
“i know i’m drunk and slur- slurring my words, but please believe me when i say i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment we met.”
you sighed, uncertainty still lingering within you.
“i want to hear you say that when you’re sober, jude,” you murmured softly, gazing deeply into his eyes with uncertainty.
jude could only groan in frustration, regretting every sip he had taken.
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hummusxx · 3 months
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I Don't care -JB5
parings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader
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summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.
Of course. The only handful of days Jude and I can go out together is spent inside on the couch, watching some stupid show. I just had to go and get the flu. My aunt had forgotten to inform everyone that her demon of a child had every sickness known to mankind at Christmas dinner
" Babe get the frown off your face- Everything is alright " Jude tried to reassure me as he was walking towards the couch with a steaming hot bowl of soup.
I look at him in disbelief.
"No Jude. We were supposed to have fun tonight and go out. Not say home and watch this stupid show in clothes that smell like we haven't showered in years." With a frown on my face, I bury my head into the couch cushion.
I start to hear loud bangs and realize that fireworks are going off. I look outside the window with a somber look.
"Um excuse you but The Sopranos is one of the best shows in the world" Jude says offensively as he sets down the bowl.
"-and i wouldn't want it any other way. Just Me and My girl, alone, in pjs, watching a dumb show as u say." he sits next to me, laying his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket over him.
"Stop you're going to get sick Jude," I say, as I try and push him to the other side of the couch.
Jude doesn't move any inch. After my pity attempt to move him, he reaches and grabs the bowl on the table and starts to feed me like a mother would her babe.
"Judie I'm not a baby" I whine.
Well, you're my baby" he says, laughing as he watches me frown.
He suddenly puts down the bowl and makes his way into the bedroom.
"Jude where are u going."
"Just a sec" he responds. His voice was muffled by the loud fireworks outside.
He comes back in with a hat and party blower that says,'Happy New Year.'
"Jude what- How did u get this stuff." I say as u sit up from the couch.
Jude moves over to me and puts the hat on my head and the blower in my hand. He walks over to the kitchen and open the fridge.
He grabs 12 grapes for both of us and sits down on the couch.
"I grabbed all this while I was out getting your soup" I stare at him in disbelief. My eyes start to water.
" I know how bad u wanted to go out tonight, so I brought the out to you," he says while turning on the broadcast of the clock in Puerta del sol.
I look at the time, it's 11:57. It's almost the new year.
" Jude"
"mhm" he turns to look at me.
"I love you so much and I'm so grateful for everything that has happened to us this year."
He looks at me and grabs my hands
"Baby you have helped me so much this year and i am forever grateful for u" He Kisses my forehead right at the clock Strucks 12.
The chimes start and we eat the grapes.
We both finish them all in the chimes.
"Happy New year baby' he says as he grabs my head..
"Jude you're going to get sick" i say leaning in
"I don't care."
Hummusxx Corner
heyyy everyonee i hope this was good. I haven't wrote in ages it feels like so im happy to have a new piece out. In Spain, they have a tradition of eating 12 grapes with the 12 chimes of the clock in puerta del sol and if u finish all 12 you will have a good new year full of luck. So since Jude has moved to spain decided to include it in because it just felt right. If u liked it plssss repost or comment. Love yall and byeee
I wanted this to be posted on new years eve BUT I literally can’t wait so here it is early 😉
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