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ilythena · 10 months

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄. | Jude Bellingham.

★ SUM based off of the "she lives inside me" Trend on TikTok where people show happy videos of them as a child! It was super cute and made me emotional, just had to do something with it.

Fluff! Reader and Jude are moving into a new apartment, and are supposed to be childhood friends to established lovers. Football tags were so dry so I decided to post a fic, so please don’t rip on me </3

Running through the hallway with Jude hot on your tail, you giggle and hide behind a wall. Not like it was any use though, he saw you and grabbed you, the both of you laughing and plopping down on the couch in the now empty apartment you both shared.

"Are we done with the packing? I can't believe we're moving out of here." Jude says, now calmed down and throwing his head back with a sigh.

"We still have the small closet in the hallway to clear." You say, not wasting anymore time and getting up to open it. "Seriously? We haven't opened that thing in like, years babe." "I know!

That's why we have to clear it out!" You giggle, and pull on the door with it not budging. It's jammed. Jude seems to notice this and like the gentleman he is, he gets up and pulls the door for you, but being buried in a pile of old jackets in mere seconds after he opened it.

You can't control the loud laugh that comes out when he forces his was out of the pile. He groans out a “not funny” and stands up, dusting himself off. After Jude is officially out of the pile, you notice a small camera that also came out of the closet, all old and busted up. You pick it up out of curiosity and try to figure out how to turn it on.

"What's that?" "A camera... Duh." “Y/n. No need for the attitude.” Jude stands behind you, looking into the small camera at the screen as you fumble with the buttons. “Babe that thing is so old it's definitely not turning on at all.” He says, and rests his head on your shoulder. "You never know! It might—see! It's on!"

You click on a video and it starts playing. Immediately you hear "Y/n! Jude!" And you know it's the familiar voice of your mother in the video, as the camera zooms around and you see a nursery school—it doesn't take you long to realize this is a video of you as a kid.

Playful screaming is heard from children who you assume are from you and Jude, and when you both pop up in the video you can't stop yourself from cooing out in adoration. You both couldn't be any older than 5, considering the fact that you were super small and running around with all the energy in the world.

"You're so cute!" You say as you look down at the video, and Jude points to you, who is currently laying in the dirt with your feet up and kicking. Your mother comes closer to you, happiness evident in her voice. "You okay?" And you nod with a smile and closed eyes. Jude comes closer to your mother and grabs the camera, forcing it off you and onto him instead.

"Always loved attention huh" you laugh and he huffs with a smile. "At least I'm not laying in the dirt for no reason!" "I was young!" "So was I!" you shove him away playfully before grabbing him back to look at the rest of the video.

"Y/n's being mean." Jude says in the video, and you hear yourself huff out a 'am not!' In the background. Your mother laughs and asks him to explain why—the answer was "she wants to play football and I don't like it."

The video ends and the both of you laugh, "crazy how football was your first love yet I'm the professional player" Jude says and you roll your eyes "listen, I could become a professional if I wanted to "oh really? You up for a game then?" He says and you scoff "bring it on, Jude!"

You both know you should probably clean up the pile of jackets before deciding to do anything else, but you decide maybe it could wait a few hours.

#jude x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #football x reader #football fanfic #🐚 Jude Bellingham #ꨄ Angie’s works.

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ninchen1909 · 1 year

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Jealousy II

Warnings: few curse words, angst with a happy ending, my not existing knowledge about medical stuff or injuries (blame Grey’s Anatomy)

Word count: 2.400

Hey,

thank you so much for so much positive feedback on the first part, it really meant the world to me, I hope you also enjoy this part.😊🥰

I hope you have a great day, night or whatever

Erling POV

"I love you"

I sadly watch as the door slams shut behind my girl's back and my whispered words are drowned out by the loud slamming of the door. For what feels like an eternity, I just stand there and look at the now closed door. Everything in me screams to run after her, to bring her back home and sort this whole mess out. But my princess has always been so clear about what she wants and doesn't want, and she's made it perfectly obvious from the start that she needs and wants her freedoms, which is why I suppress my protective instincts as best I can. With drooping shoulders I return to the living room, the annoying voice of the sports presenter penetrates my ears and I can't help but immediately turn off the TV. Suddenly, an oppressive silence fills our house.

Guilt overcomes me like a hot, blazing fire. How could I be so stupid as to insinuate that she would cheat on me? But Jude and (Y/n) got along so well the whole evening, laughing and joking together without a care in the world. Actually, I should have been happy that they got along so well, but the only thing I could think about in that moment was "What if she finds Jude more interesting than me?". Prettier, smarter just better?" "What if she leaves me for him?". Looking back, these thoughts were idiotic. But in that moment, all the old insecurities came back up and overtook me. (y/n) never gave me a reason to doubt her loyalty or love, never made me feel like she only wanted me for my money or fame. At the end of the day, I can't explain why I reacted the way I did. I can only say that I regret it now, so fucking much. Again and again my eyes fall on the living room clock, my whole body tense, as I wait for her to come back. Everything in me burns to apologize properly to her, to beg for her forgiveness. Nervously I run my fingers through my hair, with every passing minute the tension in me grows and when (y/n) is not back after an hour, the tension turns into pure fear. Heat rises in me and I don't know what to do with myself, again and again my eyes wander to the front door, in the silent hope that she will return any second. But in vain. With a loud sigh I let myself fall onto the sofa, my fingers nervously tangling with each other. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours. But nothing happens, no sign of my girl. I jolt as the shrill ring of my cell breaks the unusual silence in our house.

A quick glance at the display triggers joy in me, with quick fingers I answer the call.

"Hey darling, are you on your way home, yet. I really want to tal....?"

"Am I speaking to Mr. Haarland ?"

A friendly sounding female voice rings out to me, but it doesn't cause the same heart palpitations as the voice that usually answers at this number.

Confused, my eyebrows draw together.

"Yes, you are, but who are you?"

"My name is Ms. Smith, I am calling you because you are listed in this cell phone as the emergency contact for Miss. (y/l/n)."

"Emergency contact? Why does my girlfriend need an emergency contact now?"

My mind is racing, almost desperately trying to suppress the unpleasant thoughts, fear settles in my heart."

"Mr. Haarland, please try to calm down."

My breathing quickens and the phone in my hand begins to shake. Still, I try to take a deep breath and give the woman on the other end line my full attention.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car...."

My heart stops for a few beats, only to continue beating at double speed. I don't give the woman on the phone a chance to finish her sentence.

"I'll be right there. What hospital is she in?"

As I am still speaking, I make my way to the hallway to put on my shoes.

I internalize the address, which Ms. Smith relays to me before I end the call. Cold sweat forms on my forehead and I feel like I am no longer in control of my body. My teeth sink themselves in the tender flesh of my lip, the strange taste of iron soon fills my mouth.

This is all my fault, if I hadn't overreacted she would never have gone outside. We would be cuddled up on the sofa just enjoying each other's presence, while I would watch her laughing at the ridiculous jokes the characters of our favourite TV-show would make.

Silent tears stream down my face as I steer the car through the dark streets of Manchester, my fingers clawing almost painfully into the smooth leather cover of the steering wheel.

The drive happens as if I'm in a trance; at that moment, I'm acting as if I'm on autopilot. Without thinking much, I only function to reach my destination.

As soon as I enter the large brick building, the acrid, unpleasant smell of the disinfectant hits me and burns unpleasantly in my nostrils. Hectically I look around. People hurry from one room to another, while others sit quietly in the waiting area, hoping to soon get an update on their loved one. I try to block out all the hectic and the noises witch surround me as best as I can, while I make my way to the reception desk.

An older woman, with dark black hair sits behind the light brown wooden desk as she looks at the computer screen in front of her with a solid disinterest. The light blue light reflected in her black horn-rimmed glasses.

Bored, she lifts her gaze as she notice my presence one of her thinly plucked eyebrows shoots up.

"How can I help you?"

Just like her whole expression, her voice makes it seem as if she would prefer to be somewhere else entirely.

"My girlfriend (y/n) (y/l/n), was involved in an accident."

With slow fingers, she types something on the keyboard. Impatiently, I drum my fingers on the cold surface of the table, which earns me an annoyed sigh from the woman in front of me, but i really couldn't care less about her impression about me.

"Your girlfriend is still in surgery right now, please sit down in the waiting room, a doctor will come to see you when the surgery is finished."

Her voice sounds monotone and cold, as if she has memorized these words.

"Can you tell me something, anything, about her condition?"

Under other circumstances, I'm sure I would have surprised myself at how desperate my voice sounds, but I couldn't give a damn at the moment.

"Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"Listen, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I love this woman, alright? I just want to know if my girl is okay. So please, if you know something, let me know"

My words seem to spark something in her, as her hard, unyielding features, are now surrounded by a gentle warmth.

"I'm afraid I can't give you any information about your lady friend's health, but I can guarantee you that the staff at this hospital will do everything they can to help any patient to the best of their ability. And as soon as they can, one of them will be able to give you information, but for that, please go to the waiting area."

Resignedly, I drop into one of the uncomfortable blue chairs before burying my face in my hands. Silent tears leak from my eyes and run straight down over my cheek onto my neck.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, but in this moment time doesn't have any meaning whatsoever. With each passing minute I become more nervous, my hair standing out in all directions, and my eyes aching from all the tears. Again and again I look up hopefully as a doctor enters the room, only to hide my face back in my face, when they pass by me.

Desperately, I watch the other people in the waiting room, as they receive information about their loved ones in surgery. So many different emotions surround me, tears of happiness and sadness, cursing, praying, break downs, people clinging to each other in the hope to find comfort due a touch.

What will my reaction be?

Only after two more seemingly endless hours does a doctor approach me. Her long, brown hair bobs with every step she takes. As quickly as I can, I rise from my chair.

"Mr. Haaland?"

Mutely, I nod as I take her hand, which she holds out to me.

"I'm Dr. Parker, I'm the attending doctor for Ms. (y/l/n)."

"How is my girl? Is she alive? Is she in a lot of pain? When can I go to s.."

"Mr. Haaland, I know a lot has happened, but you need to calm down a bit, all right?"

Again, I can only nod mutely.

"First of all, your girlfriend is alive..."

At that very moment my legs give way and I drop backwards onto the chair, a million stones fall from my heart and I feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in hours.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car on a crosswalk and got dragged along several meters. As a result, her spleen ruptured and the blood that leaked from it collected in her abdomen. However, we were able to repair this injury thanks to an emergency surgery, the bleeding was stopped and the blood is now being eliminated from the body with the help of medication. In addition, two of her ribs were broken, as well as her left arm. Fortunately, we were able to immediately rule out injuries to the skull, which shows us that Miss (y/l/n) was remarkably lucky. If you ask me, it is almost a miracle that she got off relatively lightly. All the superficial injuries like abrasions and bruises will be gone in about a week or two, the fractures and the spleen injury will take a little longer, but in 9 to 10 weeks, they should be completely healed. Mrs. (y/l/n) will have to stay here for another week or so, but then she will be allowed to leave the hospital, subject to certain rules. She’s still under narcotics right know, but it’s only a matter of time, until she wakes up again.

Happiness erupts in my belly like a firework and tears start to brim in my eyes.

"Thank you so much Doc, you can't imagine how happy you’re making me right now. Can I see her, please?"

I look at her with pleading eyes, only to return the smile she gives me.

"Of course, follow me I'll take you to her."

With quick steps I follow her, down the endless seeming corridors of the hospitals.

As soon as I open the door to her room, the air gets stuck in my lungs. Even though I know my girl will be better soon and she won't suffer any consequential damage, it doesn't make this sight any easier. The steady monotonous beeping of the equipment penetrates my ears, while the bitter smell of disinfectant settles in my lungs. It is with great difficulty that I can hold back the sobs that start to rise. My princess lies bolt upright in the narrow hospital bed, a sterile white varnish envelops the body, which is so familiar to me, her arms lie rigidly next to her torso.

One of them is surrounded by a bulky, white plaster, abrasions extend through her face and neck, only the constant up and down of her chest won't let me completely collapse. I tremble slightly as the doctor speaks in a calm, tender voice. “I’ll leave you two alone now, if anything happens or if you have any questions, just press the emergency button. ” She points to a small red button at the head of the bed. “I will, thank you. ” “It goes without saying. I wish you both the best of luck”

With these words, she leaves the hospital room, her doctor’s coat waving in the air.. With timid steps, I step up to the bed, only to grab her small hand. The unusual cold that emanates from it strikes me in the heart and I strengthen my grip around her flesh, in the hope to give her some warmth. “I’m so sorry my darling, I was such an asshole. I let my insecurities get the better of me. You never gave me a reason to doubt your loyalty or love. Please forgive me, I’ll spend my life trying to make it up to you. ”

My voice sounds broken, devastated even. Gently I raise our clasped hands upwards to breathe a tender kiss on the back of her hands, before I lay my head on it.

A uncomfortable Silence falls over the small room, only to be broken, by the soft delicate voice of my angel. “You really were an asshole. ” Surprised , I jerk up my head to look at the beautiful woman in front of me, her eyes radiate exhaustion, the pain meds clearly taking a toll on her. The normally soft and tender voice now rough and hotter. Instantly I grab the cup of water from the bed side table, before holding it to her lips, carefully I help her drink from it. “I was and I’m so fucking sorry. It’s all my fault, that you lay here. If I wouldn’t have be so stubborn, you wanted to talk about it an I ju… ” As so often in the last few hours, I can feel the moisture of the tears on my cheeks. A sob escapes my throat, when I fell her soft, tender skin on my cheek, her thumb softly traces patterns on my wet skin. “Babe, it’s not your fault, if anyone is to blame, it’s these wannabe Formula One driver, but not you. We’re in a relationship, we love each other and when you love each other you also fight from time to time. And it’s a sad fact that the people you love the dearest, can anger you the most. I just hope you know I would never cheat on you. ” “Yes, darling, I know, I’m just afraid you’ll wake up one day and realize you could have a better man, one who will always be there for you, who can hold you every night, and not being in another country. One who can always be present in the important moments of your life, in person and not only on Facetime. ”

Tears stream down my face, while soft sobs shake my body. With a soft grip on my neck, she tugs my body into hers. With her healthy hand she runs up and down my back in a soothing motion. “Shh, it’s alright love, everything is alright. I love you, only you. There will never be a better man in my opinion, you’re it for me.” ” “I love you too. So fucking much.” ” Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, our body’s entangled in each other. After what feels like a eternity our lips separate themselves from each other. I lean my forehead against hers, as I hear a soft chuckle escapes her swollen lips. “ “Well, now that we’ve cleared up. . . ” With a gentle movement she’s leaving my embrace, only to create a way to big distance between us. “. . . would you please swing your ridiculously large body into that bed. Even though I’m the one who got hit, you look way more shitty than I do, and trust me, that means something. So let’s go to sleep. ” Unable to even begin to argue, I strip my shoes off my feet and leave them on the carelessly on the floor, before I gently lie down next to my girl. Always careful not to hurt her. As best I can I wrap my arms around her body and feel her laying her head on my chest. Slowly, one of my hands wanders into her hair, where I start lovingly stroking over it. “Did I tell you, you look really hot even in that weird hospital gown? ” Her hotter, yet beautiful laugh permeates the room. “You are such an idiot. ” “Ha! jokes on you, because I’m your idiot. ” She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me with her beautiful eyes, which are filled with pure, unconditional love. “Yes, that you are. And I couldn’t be more prouder about that. ”

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cherryxcadbury · 3 years

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𝙤𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧-𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

In which you, a local to dortmund meets the british boy on the block

Your name: y/n

Your POV—> 1st person

I was shopping for groceries with my little sister for a school graduation party that my parents were throwing me. Personally, I found it unfair that I had to be the one doing the shopping, but at least I wasn't doing the cooking.

"Y/n, can we buy that dessert that we got on your birthday?" My little sister, Mercedes requested.

"Uhm which birthday are you talking about Mercedes?" I asked.

"Your 18th, last month." She answered.

"Oh the cheesecake! Yeah, we'll try to get that. Kay Mercedes?" I confirmed.

I took the silence as a no, and continued shopping for vegetables that were to be used in the roast.

"Mercedes, what do you think about Mum or Papa making zucchini noodles for dinner tonight?" I suggested.

Ten seconds passed with no answer from my little 11 year old sister.

"Mercedes?" I repeated, looking to my side, only to see her gone.

"Mercedes!" I yelled, panicking quickly.

I looked at my phone only to curse the fact that my parents still hadn't allowed her to have her own cellphone. I rushed back to the section I was in before and felt myself relax upon seeing her inquisitive face...talking to a stranger?

I rushed over and immediately enveloped her in a hug while scolding her at the same time.

"Mercedes we went over this already. Don't leave my side when we're in public places. And don't talk to strangers. They could be trying to kidnap you, like this one." I whispered the last part.

"No y/n, don't worry just look at him and you'll recognise who he—" Mercedes started.

"I don't care. No talking to strangers." I commanded.

"No need to worry, I actually had no intention of kidnapping her. I was just trying to ask the cashier something but he didn't understand English. So your little sister I take it, jumped in and kind of saved me. I was just thanking her." He defended.

"That's what they all say." I shot back, giving him a dirty look.

"He's strange Mercedes. What kind of man wears a hat and sunglasses inside. One who's trying to kidnap you." I informed my little sister.

"Y/n if you could just listen please-" Mercedes started.

The man sighed and took off his cap and shades.

"Or someone who's trying not to be recognised."

"Y/n, he's Jude Bellingham. He plays for Borussia. He came to Germany like a month ago. He's also the one who you said is 'really hot'." Mercedes tried explaining before I shushed her.

I looked up to see him trying to keep in a laugh.

"So y/n innit? Are you a football fan?" He asked with a smirk.

I scoffed, "Not at all. My little sister is, but it's not really my cup of tea. I only know a few players."

Jude was about to say something before some people started crowding around him for a picture. He tried his best to politely smile and sign autographs. Okay so he was legit I guess. Mercedes watched him eagerly, obviously starstruck by one of her favourite players.

Seeing as the crowd wasn't going to let up anytime soon, I took Mercedes to continue our shopping.

"Being famous must suck. You can't go anywhere without being mobbed." I sympathized with Jude.

Mercedes nodded, "That's what Jude and I were talking about. He also gave me some tips for dribbling when I play football. I can't wait to try it out on the field today!"

"He didn't say or ask anything weird of you?" I checked.

Mercedes shook her head no.

"Why are you always so concerned y/n?" She asked.

"The world is a very scary place Mercedes. The majority of the people you meet only have bad intentions. You always have to be very careful." I educated.

"Is Jude a bad person?" She questioned innocently.

I bit my lip and thought, "As far as I know, no. But things could always change. He doesn't seem too bad though."

"He was really cool. He's my favourite player!" Mercedes exclaimed.

"He also seems to fancy you y/n." Mercedes suggested.

"What are you going on about Mercedes?" I queried, my cheeks turning red while shopping for pasta.

"When you were coming over, he said you were very beautiful." Mercedes answered.

"At least his eyes work." I thought to myself.

"I think he's a good person y/n. In the past month he's been here, he's donated so much money to youth football programs and has even trained with them." Mercedes added.

"I should probably apologise to him." I concluded in my thoughts.

We set out for the register so we could purchase our things. However, what Mercedes didn't know was that I was also scanning the store for Jude. Upon realising it was more than likely he'd already left, I sighed and pulled out my card to pay for our things. I was centimeters away from handing the cashier my card before he rejected it, saying my groceries had already been payed for.

"What do you mean prepaid?" I asked the man in German.

"If I were you, I'd ask a certain footballer." The cashier suggested, directing me to turn around.

Once I turned around I saw Jude engrossed in a conversation with two young teenagers. He could've left by now, but he decided to stay and talk with some fans. After the groceries were bagged, I dragged Mercedes along with the bag towards Jude. His smile widened when he saw me and he excused himself from the conversation.

"Hey..." I greeted.

"Hey. How are you doing?" Jude asked.

"I'm good, fine, everything's good. Listen I just wanted to thank you for being so kind to Mercedes, and doing so much for Dortmund. It means a lot. I also wanted to apologise for being so rude earlier. I just get really protective of my little sister." I explained.

"It's all good really. I have a younger brother too, so don't worry about it. He's not quite as young as Mercedes, but I've had protective moments. And as for Mercedes, she was really a delight. I don't think I've ever met a kid her age who knew so many statistics and records. It's clear she has a genuine passion for the game." Jude complimented.

"Thanks Jude!" Mercedes beamed.

"Oh also! That reminds me, here." I tried handing him the cash that'd equate to what I spent on the groceries.

Jude refused the money, "Please, don't. I insist. My mum always taught me to be a gentleman when you see a beautiful woman. Especially a vivacious one such as yourself."

"Are you sure? Really I'd feel so terrible if you didn't get something in return." I double checked.

"Actually, your phone number would be a good trade no?" Jude smirked.

"That was smooth." I laughed.

"I'd like to think so too." He agreed.

I held my hand out for his phone and added my contact in it. I handed it back and we stood there staring at each other. Not sure if it was me hallucinating, but I thought we both began to lean in. We both however, unfortunately forgot about Mercedes' presence.

"Uhm I'm still here guys! I'm only 11, I don't need to see this." Mercedes interrupted.

We both chuckled at Mercedes words.

"Oh uhm also I'm having a graduation party on Saturday. You're welcome to come and bring another guest if you want. I know Mercedes would love having you there." I suggested.

"I'd like that." Jude smiled.

"I'll text you the details then." I blushed.

I looked at my phone to see the time. It was getting a tad late. Without thinking, I leaned up and gave Jude a peck on the cheek before saying goodbye. I grabbed Mercedes hand and we started walking towards the doors.

"What's he doing now?" I asked Mercedes who was acting as the eyes in the back of my head.

Mercedes turned around, then turned back and whispered, "He's standing there smiling like a dumbie."

Mercedes and I giggled before getting into the car.

All that I could say was that I was excited to see Jude again.

Jude Bellingham is adorable<3

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