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for jude i think it would be cute if you could write something based off one of his recent matches where he went off on a teammate and just consoling him and understanding that he’s young and carries a lot of the weight so the pressure gets to be a lot

bad patch (jude bellingham)

For the first time since you started going to Jude's games, you find yourself counting down the minutes until the final whistle blows - even wishing the game would somehow be finished earlier, praying for a sudden snowstorm that'll make the field unplayable. You feel bad for thinking this way, but the scenes playing out in front of you are simply unbearable to watch, and you're clearly not the only one who's had enough of it. A handful of home fans around you makes their way up the stairs, walking away from the disaster on the field while the opponents celebrate their fifth goal of the evening, as if the first four weren't enough yet.

Your eyes wander from the cringy, badly choreographed celebrations to your tired boyfriend who's yelling at his teammates, frustration written all over his face and posture. It's become a familiar sight in the last couple of weeks, every loss only adding to the sour mood. You can't say you're looking forward to the rest of the evening, knowing Jude won't be a sunshine and will probably barely even say anything, and even after all this time of dating, you haven't fully mastered the art of comforting him yet.

When they finally leave the pitch, heads hanging low, you decide to wait for Jude in your car, feeling a bit awkward about seeing the other players' girlfriends as your boyfriend spent the last thirty minutes yelling at their lovers.

It doesn't take long till you're joined by Jude, the car door slamming shut behind him a good indication of his current mood. He doesn't even acknowledge you, eyes fluttering closed as he sighs, head falling back against the chair. You both just sit there for a while, trying to collect your thoughts and looking for words to say. Jude's the first one to succeed at this, tiredness evident in his voice as he speaks. "I'm sorry you had to see that disaster of a game, I know you've got better things to do than watching us lose every damn time."

"Hey now, you don't need to apologize." You reach out to cup his cheek, trying to get him to meet your eyes when you talk. "You know I'll always come to your games, even when you play in the worst sunday league team that gets relegated every single year, I'll still be on the sideline screaming your name. There's no better thing to do than watch you do something you love."

You feel a little sense of achievement when you see his frown subside just the tiniest bit, but there's still a sadness in his eyes that makes your heart hurt. "You do still love it, right? Football?"

"Yeah, of course." He nods decisively, his body melting into the passenger seat. "Just wonder whether the rest of our team does, too. Sure doesn't seem like it sometimes."

"You guys are just going through a bad patch, it'll get better, I swear." You just hope it'll be sooner rather than later - you can't stand seeing your boyfriend like this, so defeated and exhausted. You miss his smile after a win, lighting up the stadium and warming the heart of every supporter, you miss dancing in the living room to celebrate his goal, you miss him.

"I really wanted to score for you," he mumbles softly, his words barely audible, "Hate disappointing you. And the fans."

"Hold up." Your other hand moves to his cheeks as well, holding his face so that he stops staring through the window and looks at you instead. "You're not disappointing anyone, okay? Not me, not the fans, no one. Every time you step onto that pitch, you give it your all and that's everything we ask for and more. You're so young, you shouldn't feel like you've got to fix all of this shit. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Your thumbs are quick to wipe away the tears slipping from his eyes, lips following suit, placing tender kisses all over his damp cheeks until a small smile breaks through on his face.

"Thank you," he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours, "I really needed to hear that. You might have to repeat it a couple of times though."

"I'll make it a part of my morning routine," you smile and place another kiss on his lips. "Speaking of routines, I was thinking of a pamper night? You know, ice cream, face masks, bubble baths and stuff, to destress?"

"I can think of something else to destress." Jude wiggles his eyebrows at you, a cheeky grin on his face that soon turns into a pout when you softly slack his arm, murmuring a 'perv' under your breath. "I meant a massage! You're the pervert here, babe. Gee, seriously, get your mind out of the gutter."

"I swear to God, next time you lose I'll just make fun of you."

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