summary: he was determined to confess tonight. preferably under the mistletoe, but the universe had other plans.
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
jude can count on both hands, how many times he's lost y/n in the crowd. one too many times for his liking. the annual christmas party that vini threw was in full swing. from member of real madrid being there to other celebrities and friends. but all jude wanted was alone time with y/n. something he couldn't get for the life of him tonight.
"you find her yet?" jobe clasps his hand onto jude's shoulder. the older boy sighs and shakes his head.
"no! i haven't seen her since she was talking to luka's wife."
"you had a whole plan though, right?”
"yes, i was supposed to bring her to one of the spare rooms that vini has and when we stand under the door, the mistletoe is gonna be there. then, i was planning on telling her how i felt."
"well don't give up now brother. there's still time."
-
you were nursing your second drink. originally coming to the party just to see jude. possibly hangout with him. and who knows, maybe even score a kiss or two. you've always liked the boy ever since you met him. remembering the way you guys became quick friends after he accidentally hit you with the door that he was walking out of. Jude refused to leave your side, 'in case something happens', is what he kept saying.
"livie, have you seen jude?" you yell over the loud music. your best friend shakes her head.
"no, i haven't. i did hear that he's looking for you too!" your heart skipped a beat.
"i'll just continue my search for him. if you see him before I do, let him know that I'm looking for him please."
"sure thing babes," olivia squeezes your shoulder and nods. you place your hand on hers, giving a light squeeze back before making your way around the house again. this time heading towards the kitchen area.
-
moving through bodies started to become exhausting. jude was starting to give up. the boy can't remember how many people he's ran to anymore, but he knew that it wasn't the person he wanted to see. heading to the kitchen with his head down, he bumps into another body.
"sorry," jude mutters, still not looking up from the ground.
"we've gotta stop meeting like this." the boy's head perks up, hearing the familiar voice. the one person he's wanted to be alone with the entire night.
"sorry y/n. i didn't see you there."
"yeah, too busy looking at the ground. heard you were looking for me though," you smiled brightly at the boy.
"can i show you something?" jude blurred out before he could think twice. the night had been long enough, and this conversation was long over due.
"lead the way, golden boy."
jude grabs your hand, leading upstairs. vini had sectioned that part of the house off. the music becoming slightly muffed. it was perfect and away from the crowd.
"what's going on jude?" you asked, as he stopped in front of a door. you gazed at him with confusion in your eyes.
"y/n, i don't regret hitting you with that door when we first met."
"hey! that's rude," you jokingly pushed his shoulder.
"what i mean is that i'm grateful to have you in my life. you're the best person to be around and i want to soak up every moment with you, just to bottle in it a jar and keep it forever. there aren't enough words to describe how you make me feel," jude grabs both of your hands and holds them gently in his.
"what i'm about to say may ruin our friendship. but i must put it out there. i really like you." you giggled and squeezed his hands softly.
"i really like you too. i'm so glad you said that!"
"no y/n, i like you. as in like like you."
"jude are we in middle school? i really like you too is what i'm trying to tell you!"
"ohh."
"yeah, ohh," you playfully mocked him, still sporting a small smile. jude begins to smile and looks towards to the celling. you follow his eyes. finding mistletoe hanging on the doorway.
"did you plan this?"
"maybe. do you like it?"
"it's corny." jude becomes bashful and looks down. almost pulling his hands from yours, before you tighten the grip you had on his.
"that doesn't mean i don't like it. i think you're very sweet and romantic. confessing your feelings for me under the mistletoe."
"can i kiss you?"
"i've only been waiting for a couple of months now," you grin up at him. the boy matches your grin, pulling you into a kiss. certainly, this was long overdue, but it was completely worth the wait.
summary: meeting by random chance wasn’t on your christmas list but god, are you thankful. this year, someone special makes you forget all about last years heartbreak.
pairing: jamal musiala x reader
a/n: hello and welcome to the first day of ficmas!!! i'm so excited for you guys to read everything over the next couple of days. enjoy loves :)
this was officially the worst christmas ever. your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, decided to break up with you. not only just breaking up with you but admitting that he cheated. why would he wait until the holidays to say that? you had always told him to just communicate if he didn't have feelings anymore. you didn't know how long he was cheating and frankly, you didn't want to know.
new york city decided to snow this year. it was supposed to be happy. you were supposed to be happy. you were supposed to be playing in the snow or ice skating. anything that wasn't crying on a park bench in the freezing cold. leaving your jacket in the house was a bad decision and you deeply regret it.
"are you okay?" you turn your head to see a tall guy. a cute one at that.
"not really," you sniffled and looked back towards the lit christmas tree that was in the middle of the park.
"do you wanna talk about it? also, are you cold?" the boy timidly asked. you chuckled a bit before shaking your head.
"yeah, i forgot my jacket before leaving the house. i was too stubborn and embarrassed to walk back." he didn't say anything, instead taking off his jacket and handing it to you. leaving him in his hoodie and beanie.
"are you sure?"
"seriously, take it," stretching the jacket more towards you. you hesitantly grab it from him. putting it on and letting the warmth spread through your body. you sighed in contentment. it made you want to cry again about the kindness that a stranger was showing you.
"do you want to sit?"
"sure," the boy smiled, taking a seat next to you on the bench.
"you're not from here, are you?"
"what gave it away?"
"oh, i don't know, maybe your accent?" you giggled.
"i'm from germany. visiting new york with my friends."
"ah okay. what's your name?" you felt like you asking too many questions, but you also found yourself drawn to him.
"jamal, what's your name?" jamal smiles and sticks his hand out for you to shake.
"y/n," smiling back, you place your hand in his and shake it firmly.
"since we're asking questions, why were you crying?"
"truthfully, my boyfriend, uh ex-boyfriend," you let out a breath. "he broke up with me and then admitted that he cheated. i'm not sure why he waited so long to tell me that he didn't have feelings for me anymore," you said softly, eyes slightly watering.
"i'm sorry to hear that. he sounds like a prick."
"he is." the silence that followed was loud. you looked down at lap and played with your fingers. maybe you overshared. possibly embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.
"well fuck him. you wanna go ice skating or get hot chocolate?"
"ice skating or hot chocolate?"
"yeah, let me cheer you up! it's christmas and nobody should sad during the holidays."
"you don't even know me."
"so let's get to know each other," jamal gives you another smile. you were sure if he keeps smiling at you like that, you were gonna melt. you nodded your head with a grin.
"sure. let's get to know each other."
"perfect," jamal said, while standing up from the bench. he holds out his hand for you, "don't wanna waste the night away." you grabbed his hand and stand up as well.
"we wouldn't want that," you gaze into his brown eyes. walking hand and hand, you walk towards the exit of the park.
"do you even know where you're going?" you giggled, watching him look around.
"not exactly, but i wanted to impress you."
"how about i lead the way, huh?"
"probably for the best. was it at least working?"
"what?"
"me trying to impress you," his cheeks turned slightly red. it could be from the cold but judging by his bashful look, it was differently the latter.
"you impressed me when you gave me your jacket. the kindness you showed was something that i needed."
"bare minimum much?" you both share a laugh into the cold air.
"it's nyc, people usually don't care about others. choosing to mind their business."
"well i couldn't let a pretty girl sit and cry," jamal says and squeezes your hand lightly.
"couldn't be more thankful for that. let me show you a real nyc christmas!"
"you're leading the way. i'm just following where you're going."
-this year-
"baby!" you yelled out for jamal. ever since you guys met last christmas, you became inseparable. spending the whole night getting to know each other. despite the distance, you guys made it work. becoming friends first before he asked you to be his girlfriend when he visited for summer break in july. now, you were in germany, letting him show you his home.
"yes darling?"
"it's snowing!" jamal's grin grows, thinking back to when you first met.
"it's also been a year since we met," he says matter of factly. jamal loosely wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you wrap your arms around his neck. nails lightly scratching against his skin.
"i know. do you want to go ice skating or get hot chocolate?" you repeated his words from a year ago with a smirk.
"god, i love you."
"and i love you. thanks for stopping to talk to me while i cried my eyes out."
"i'm sure it was a case of right person and right timing." you hug his body closer to yours. standing on your tippy toes.
"i don't know what i would've done without you."
"maybe a case of the invisible string too," jamal whispered into your ear. you giggled wholeheartedly and pull away from the hug to gaze up at him.
"not sure that's how it works babe."
"baby, i'm pretty sure it does."
"whatever you say handsome."
jamal leans down, meeting your face half-way to place a kiss onto your lips. pouring everything he had into the kiss. making sure you knew how he felt with just a kiss. you sighed happily, kissing him back with just a much passion. this boy was going to be the death of you in the best way possible.
hi! i'm unfortunately going to say no because of the fact that i'm 2 years older than him. it feels really weird to be writing about him and i'm the same age as jude (to me as least) i'm sorry!
ficmas masterlist has been revealed!! i feel like i’ve been on a roll lately and i’m so excited. i can’t wait until you guys see what i have in store for every story. as always, thank you for even being here and supporting me 🤭
p.s: i changed it from 7 to 8, that way all the boys get two stories each and it’s not an odd number :)
summary: did you get your christmas wish? well here we have, 8 straight days of holiday cheer and footballers that you wouldn’t wanna miss!
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day 1: last christmas - jamal musiala
* summary: meeting by random chance wasn’t on your christmas list but god, are you thankful. this year, someone special makes you forget all about last years heartbreak. [12/18/24]
day 2: christmas wishes and kisses - jude bellingham
* summary: he was determined to confess tonight. preferably under the mistletoe, but the universe had other plans. [12/19/24]
day 3: at first glance - joão félix
* summary: seeing a beautiful face in the crowd, makes him do something completely abrupt. [12/20/24]
day 4: see you next christmas? - trent alexander-arnold
* summary: spending time in an airport during christmas wasn’t exactly ideal. at least you have a handsome stranger to wait it out with. [12/21/24]
day 5: your eyes are like starlight now - jamal musiala
* summary: being best friends that spend every waking moment together, starts to pull at his heart strings. maybe that feeling was always there. [12/22/24]
day 6: there’s no place like home - jude bellingham
* summary: winter break is finally here and jude is just excited to spend time with family. it’s baby’s first official christmas! [12/23/24]
day 7: new traditions - joão félix
* summary: newly coupled and it’s your first christmas together. you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. [12/24/24]
day 8: gingerbread competition - trent alexander-antold
* summary: an old childish rivalry comes back up during a gingerbread competition. is this year gonna have something sweeter in store? [12/25/24]
summary: how does one fix a broken patch in a marriage? fake smiles in public and secret animosity behind closed doors doesn't help anyone.
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
waking up in the morning, you turned your head. finding the empty spot that would've been where your husband laid. you turned back towards the wall and sighed to yourself. the argument that should've only lasted one night with apologizes following later, was going on two weeks now. you stretch your arms and legs out before removing the duvet from your body. stepping into your slippers, you head downstairs to the kitchen.
jude stands shirtless, pajama pants hanging just below his waistline. making two cups of coffee. he heard your footsteps but refused to look at you. a painful reminder of what your shared mornings used to be.
"good morning," you mumbled. almost like a quiet whisper that travels through the cold feeling kitchen.
"good morning. i made you a cup of coffee," jude finally turns and meets your eye for a brief second. looking back down, he stretches the cup to you.
"thank you. aren't we meeting with your family today? and then you have camp for england coming up, right?"
"yup," is all jude said before walking away with his own coffee cup. you couldn't believe this is what your marriage has come to. one-word answers and cold shoulders. to think you guys were happy before the argument. an argument that you both couldn't even remember how it originally started.
-
you and jude walked hand and hand to the front door. not wanting his family to see this rough patch that you guys were going through. you wanted to save the warmth that his hand gave you and put it in a box. missing the affection that was always shared. jude secretly felt the same, he just missed his wife but the pride he carried was too high at the moment. not wanting to be the first to apologize. even though he uttered hurtful words like you had.
"my babies!" denise smiled brightly and pulls you both into a hug. "how was the flight?"
"long. so stupidly long and i'm still jetlagged," you dramatically pouted your lips.
"well come in and relax for a bit darling, lunch is almost ready." jude loved the way you interacted with his family. it made his heart grow twice in size, seeing how soft you became. continually bringing out the side of you he loved seeing every day.
"you alright mate?" jobe asked his brother. following his gaze where they see you talking to their mum and dad.
"just fine," jude lied to the younger boy, pulling him into a hug and pressing a kiss to his head.
jude and jobe head to the living room, sitting down and watching tv. mark soon joins them, leaving you and denise in the kitchen. you sit on the dining room chair and lean your elbows on the table.
"how are you really feeling?"
"i'm okay, works been busy."
"y/n, i mean how are you and jude doing?" she turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow. you groaned and put your head down into your arms.
"is it that obvious?"
"a little. but it's only because i know you guys. always very affectionate and now it's limited to just hand holding." you almost hate how much his mom knew your relationship so well. "talk to me my love." denise puts the pot to a simmer and takes a seat across from you.
"we got into an argument two weeks ago. i don't even remember what the argument was about at this point! we've said some pretty hurtful things and now it's just not the same."
"marriage isn't going to be perfect," she reaches over to grasp your hand. "you guys are probably just stressed and you haven't even got to properly enjoy your new lives as a married couple. this rough patch isn't going to last but it will if you can't communicate with each other."
"but how do i talk to him when he said that we shouldn't have got married?" tears began to pool at your eyes, remembering how he said those hurtful words.
"honey, in no way does he actually believe that. he loves you so much and adores the ground you walk on. don't take this as me excusing what he said, because it was very insensitive and hurtful. what did you say?"
"i told him that maybe we shouldn't have gotten married. then i said that my life would be so much easier if i just never met him," you retold her exactly what you said. once the words come out of your mouth, it left a bitter taste. denise sighs and pats your hand that rested in her hand.
"you both were in the wrong. it should never have to come to this. you guys need to talk right now. end this and i promise you that everything will be okay. just talk to one another. you both love each other, right?"
"yes. i don't know what i'd do without him in my life truthfully."
"then communicate that."
not knowing that jude was having the same conversation with his dad and brother. you tried to compose yourself by wiping the stray tears that fell from your eyes. you missed your husband, and you just wanted to feel his touch once more. jude walked into the kitchen, sending a small smile to his mum.
"can i talk to you love?" jude whispered softly. you nodded and placed your hand in his outstretched one.
-
entering his childhood bedroom, you both sat on the bed. you've been in here many times over the years that you guys dated. it was silent for a while, choosing to look at the walls of the room instead of speaking. it never used to be awkward with jude. everything always flowed naturally, it's what you loved about him.
"i'm sorry-"
"i'm so sorry-"
you both share a light chuckle. not expecting to speak at the same time. even though, it was something that happened often.
"i'm sorry y/n. i didn't mean what i said. marrying you has been the best decision i ever made. getting to wake up and see you next to me or coming home from a hard day and falling into your embrace. truthfully, i fall more in love with you every day. these past two weeks have been completely shitty in comparison to what our normal routine is."
"i feel the same jude. god, i wish i could take back what i said. i don't know what i would do without you. you keep me grounded and sane. you're the best thing that's happened to me. i'm sorry that my pride got in the way of loving you. nothing should ever come in the way of us being in love. it's hard going to sleep without speaking or cuddling."
"my pride got in the way too. we've both hurt each other and i don't want to continue down this path. i love you too much to simply give up now. i miss my beautiful wife."
"and i miss my beautiful husband." jude laughs softly, as you wipe more stray tears. he wasn't laughing at you crying but laughing at the fact that, even with tears and a horsed voice, he found you to be the most precious thing in the world.
"c'mere," jude says, opening his arms as an invitation. you didn't think twice before crawling into his arms. sitting in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms wrap around your waist, and you began to cry into his neck. rocking you back and forth, it sends tears of his own to fall onto his cheeks.
"i'm so sorry baby. i don't ever want it to get to this point again," he whispered into your ear.
"me neither," you hiccupped out. jude pulls away from the hug, just to see your face. he takes his free hands and wipes your tear-stained cheeks. once he's finished, he keeps one hand on your cheek and moves the other to rest on your waist. you leaned into his touch, missing the way it felt against your skin.
"still as beautiful as ever."
"even with red eyes and a snotty nose?"
"especially with red eyes and a snotty nose, are you kidding me? you're the prettiest girl."
"you're just saying that because you're my husband," you chuckled to yourself.
"i say it because it's true and i mean it. being your husband is just a plus."
"i love that you're my husband. i also love that we can go back to normal, goodness gracious i missed you so much."
"i love you so much and will continue to do it for the rest of our lives," jude kisses the tip of your nose and then places a kiss to your forehead. pulling you back into a tight hug.
summary: what happens when your academic rival of years proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.
pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader
a/n: it’s taken a while for me to write this but thank you for being on this series journey with me! enjoy my loves <3
a typical saturday night. aka the day where the famous slytherin parties take place. most nights it was for winning matches and others, it was just for the hell of it. the common room decorated in various halloween decor. the group deciding last minute to have a costume party. taking the idea from the muggles and what they do to celebrate the holiday.
"you look smoking hot," pansy whistles at you, as you made your way downstairs. your costume being a vampire. a mini black dress and a black velvet cape with dark red platforms to match the fake blood that dripped from the side of your lips.
"so do you love!" you clapped for her sexy cat costume.
"i think we all look good," draco chips into the conversation.
"you're literally dressed as a wizard. talk about no originality." draco rolls his eyes at theo's statement.
"simplicity is way better than over doing it."
"you didn't put any effort into it," blaise says and stares at the slytherin boy as if he had grown two heads.
"haters are my motivators," draco said, as he walked away to finish putting more snacks and drinks out. it was amazing how much alcohol you guys managed to sneak in.
theo dressed as cupid. supporting the red wings and having the heart bow and arrow. blaise was dressed as beetlejuice. even having his hair spray green and having the exact face paint. you loved that your friends went all out. well minus draco.
"let's pregame this shit and see where the night takes us," pansy yells, not that she had to, but she wanted to get her point across. you guys cheered and each grab a shot to throw back. you missed the way theo, blaise, and pansy smirked at each other. it was going to be a long night.
-
jude felt stupid. why had he let his friends convince him to go to a slytherin party. the gryffindor boy hadn't spoken to her in weeks and now they both were going to be in the same vicinity. 'maybe we still would have been together if i didn't hurt her feelings'. is all he could think about. maybe he would've been by her side right now and maybe just maybe they would've had cute matching costumes. the boy was dressed as a vampire. the top hat and the stupid cape. he decided to put fake blood on the white button up shirt instead of having it on his face.
"you ready mates?" harry shouts for jude and ron. the other gryffindor boy dressed as captain america. ron dressed as spider-man.
"i'm ready to drink to my heart's desire."
"jude, you made that sound incredibly depressing," hermione says, coming down from her side of the common room. she dressed as a fairy. a matching costume that she wanted to do with luna.
"well lets get to it. don't wanna be late," jude mumbles, already walking towards the common room door. he was nervous to see her. what costume would she be wearing? is she as miserable as he is? did she even miss him? will she be wearing that sweet vanilla perfume that drives him crazy? his mind runs a million thoughts.
-
the party is in full swing. everyone holding a cup or two and dancing to the music. your friends had been sneaking glances at each other all night. not that you were really paying attention. too focused on the guy in front of you. a handsome ravenclaw that was about jude's height. maybe a little shorter than him. you know what they say, to get over someone, you must get under someone new. although, you were comparing the boy in front of you to the boy that secretly held your heart.
"so, i found it crazy that we were able to spot a group of doxies. in the middle of spring, right before-" every word fell upon deaf ears, as you watched harry, ron, hermione and jude walk in. suddenly, you felt sick. matching costumes with the one person who you avoided. ever since that day, nothing was normal.
"excuse me," you didn't wait for him to respond, walking away immediately to get a drink. taking a red cup, you poured yourself a drink and downed it. going for a second before pansy stops you.
"you alright love?"
"jude is here."
"why don't you wait in our dorm room? just take a breather really quick," you nodded and maneuver your way around dancing bodies. pansy's eyes follow your movement until she couldn't see you anymore. only then did she wink at harry and the plan was in motion.
"mate, can you help me find something?"
"like what?" jude raised an eyebrow at harry. a drink in his hand, while he heavily eyed his friend.
"i think i lost my ring."
"we just got here and you weren't wearing a ring."
"do have to spell it out for you?"
"what are you talking about?" harry dramatically sighs.
"i had a one-night stand with this slytherin girl and i left my ring in the room. i need to get it now while we're here," harry lied. a damn good lie if you asked him.
"you're impossible mate, lead the way," jude nods his head at harry to take the lead. harry leads the two of them upstairs. catching the eye of hermione and pansy, he slightly nods. step two was officially underway.
-
you sat on your bed, twirling the drink around in the cup. platforms and cape long discarded. what were you suppose to say to him? how much you truly were sorry? that you wished you could take it all back? how ironic that the minute you try to push him away and out of your mind again, he shows up. like he always did. even before the fake dating. he was a pest that wouldn't budge. a stupidly handsome pest.
"it should be in this one." you heard a muffled voice speak from outside the door. the door swings open and jude is pushed inside. you gasp quietly and sit up straighter.
"y/n?" jude stutters out in confusion.
"hi," you softly spoke. the two of you turn attention to the door that was slammed shut. a realization washes over you.
"jude open the door!" you hop off the bed and walk towards the closed door. he turns to pull at the knob, and it was no use.
"it won't open."
"and it won't open until you guys make up!" pansy yells over the loud music. "or make out! whichever comes first."
"no pressure though," ron says. 'no pressure my ass' you mumble to yourself.
hearing the footsteps grow in distance, you knew that they were long gone. you sigh and sit right back on the bed. jude stands there, unsure of what to do. only then does he realize the matching costumes. his heart swoons and breaks all at the same time.
"you're welcomed to sit," you pat the spot next to you. no use in prolonging the situation. it was now or never at this point. jude sits on the bed, making a point to sit at the end of the bed.
"matching costumes, aye?" he looks at you with a lopsided grin. it didn't reach his ears like it normally would've it, but you found it endearing anyway.
"yeah. maybe we're connected in some way," you said, while looking down at your lap. picking lint off your dress that wasn't anywhere to be found.
"like soulmates?" you lift your head meeting his gaze. oh, how you've missed those chocolate brown eyes.
"yeah maybe."
the silence takes over the room again. internally, you were panicking. what do you say? would it be worth it?
"soo."
"soo," he mimicked you. something that you both were used to. you let out a breathy chuckle.
"how are you and lavender?" turning your eyes back to the bottom of your dress. missing the way jude looks at you as if you were crazy. he felt somewhat offended.
"me and lavender? what are you on about?"
"i seen you guys," you shrugged your shoulders. the gryffindor boy scoffs.
"what are we doing here y/n? you put your friends up to this?"
"why would you think that?"
"you're trying to rub it in. well congratulations, you win," jude's voice seemly increasing by the minute. it left you dumbfounded.
"what could i possibly be rubbing in? i'm in the same boat you are!" your own voice getting louder as well.
"yeah right. i doubt you feel anything like the heartless slytherin you are." ouch.
"that's not true!"
"yes, is it. you don't care about anyone but yourself. you've proven that long before." jude was being mean that this point. his yelling and the hatful words that spewed from his mouth.
"that's not true jude! you're absolutely wrong."
"how can i be wrong? huh?"
"because i care about you, you fucking idiot," you yelled, which sends him into silence.
"you're the one that broke it off."
"yeah, because you've hurt my feelings and i don't want to continually go through that."
"i've apologized for it and i spilled my heart out to you. i told you that i would continue to apologize for it." tensions rising once more.
"right right, you're soo apologetic that you turn around and call me a heartless slytherin who only cares about herself," you crossed your arms and faced the wall. you refuse to cry in front of him. jude sighs and looks down at his lap.
"i was just upset. i didn't mean it," jude says in a quieter tone.
"so, every time you're upset with me, you'll throw how slytherins act like this in my face? how i'm a person that feels nothing?" you looked into his brown eyes with glossy eyes.
"y/n i care about you so much that it scares me. i don't know how you feel because you won't let me in. that's all i'm asking-"
"jude i like you too! is that what you want to hear? i hate that i hurt you but you have to understand that i was protecting myself. i've spent so long building walls to guard my heart and here you come. in a few months, you've managed to-"
jude doesn't let you finish, instead placing a hand on your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss. it was tentative until you start kissing him back. the boy's confidence boosts, and he slides his other hand to your waist. pulling you closer to him. you grab the collar of his cape and press into him more. lips crushing together. you missed the way his lips felt on yours.
he bites your lip, asking for permission. you allowed it, opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to squeeze through. without breaking the kiss, you straddle him. one leg sitting on either side of jude's thigh. naturally, his hands find your waist again. tongues exploring each other and fighting for dominance. the kiss comes to stop, hearing something break from the other side of the door. pulling away, you both looked at each other. it wasn't long before you guys share laughter.
"i've missed you," jude's laughter quieting down to confess to you. you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug and placing your face in the crook of his neck.
"i've missed you too." jude's arms hug your body tightly, sending warmth to spread throughout you. his head leans into yours and places a kiss onto your head.
"so, what do we do now?" you lift your head to face him, questioning where you go from here. jude gazes into your eyes, a small smile etching its way to his lips.
"we try. think you can manage that?" rising an eyebrow in a teasing manner. you grinned back at him.
"yeah. i think i can manage that."
"to that i have one thing i want to ask you."
"which is?"
"will you officially be my girlfriend? before you answer, know that we need to have open communication and i need you to let me into that pretty little mind of yours," jude says, ending his sentence with playfully pinching your side. you laughed and pushed his hand away.
"let me think about that."
"y/n."
"i'm kidding. of course i'll be your official girlfriend." jude smiles again, pulling you in for another kiss. you knew then that you guys were gonna be just fine. as long as you had each other.
aw stop you’re so sweet🥺 ily!! <3 and thank you for reading whatever i write (that goes for everyone too! it means a lot that you guys take the time to read what i write :) )
for ficmas u should do a Joao one where he can’t stop looking at her at a match his teammates notice. but take ur time girl, u been eating these upppp💗
ooo are we thinking already friends or strangers that meet by chance??! either way it’ll be in my notes🙂↕️
summary: every time he gets two steps closer, you pull away from him. why can’t you just open up and let him in?
pairing: joão félix x bellingham!reader
a/n: this is long asf.... anyways, enjoy <3
landing back in england didn't feel real for the first couple of minutes. coming back home for your little brother's match, making sure that he had extra support. being that your mother couldn't come as well. you stretch your arms quickly and wait to eventually get off the plane.
claiming your suitcase from baggage claim, you head outside waiting for your ride. the hoodie being your safety net and the hood hiding your face as best as you could. you really didn't want anyone to know you were back home until the match. a familiar black car rolls up and comes to a stop near the sidewalk.
"uber for ms. bellingham?" joão speaks from the rolled down window. you look up from your phone, meeting those brown eyes. you smiled and shook your head. the boy gets out the car and meets you halfway.
instantly, his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you reciprocate the hug and burry your face into his chest. his chest vibrating from the laugh that leaves his lips. he pulls away from the hug slightly, just to look at you. his eyes roaming your face, as if he's trying to remember every detail.
"hi," joão whispers with a boyish grin on his face.
"hi," you whisper back to him, matching his grin.
"let's get you home," he places a kiss to your forehead, removing his hold on you to get grab your bags.
"you want me to help?"
"nah, go to the car love. i'll be there in a second," joão places one more kiss to your cheek, gently pushing you to the car. who were you to argue?
you met joão when he played for barcelona as a lone player. specifically, during the el clásico match between real madrid and barcelona. you guys hit it off and have been inseparable ever since. always teetering the line between friends and something more. of course you guys have slept together and kissed multiple times but there was never a label on it. nobody ever knew about the two of you either. keeping it under wraps, away from any watching eyes. lately, you've been avoiding his obvious hints of becoming something more than just friends with benefits and casualty.
-
"are you hungry?" joão asks, watching you play with floki who currently rested in your arms.
"no."
"did you eat something?"
"on the plane."
"and how many hours ago was that?"
"can we just go to bed?" you whined and pouted, looking up at him. he chuckles quietly to himself and nods.
"whatever you want bebê but we're having breakfast in the morning."
"deal."
you kiss floki's fur and place him back on the floor. you grab joão hand and head to the bedroom. you pretty much knew your way around the house. leaving your suitcase in the living room, not wanting to deal with it just yet. still semi jet lagged from the flight.
"whatcha got for me to sleep in tonight?" you sit on the cushioned bench that was into front of his bed.
"where are your manners?"
"clearly not here," you grinned, messing with him some more. in a split second, a tee-shirt hit you square in the face. you gasp from under the shirt.
"you hit me!"
"it didn't even hurt you."
"yes, it did," you pulled the shirt off your face and sit it besides you.
"oh yeah?" joão walks across the room, stopping in front you and looking down. you meet his eyes, leaning your head up. the two of you refusing to backdown and break eye contact.
"tell me where it hurts and i'll kiss it better."
"is that a promise?"
"yeah, and i like to keep my promises."
"lucky me." joão's hands find their place on your cheeks. leaning down, he finally connects your lips. a sensational moment that you missed in the last couple of months. your hands fist his shirt, gripping it and his body closer to you. a tender kiss that started slow, with you guys just exploring each other's mouth as if it were the first time.
you move from the kiss just to take off your hoodie, revealing your black tank top. you reconnect your lips once more, only this time the kiss became impatient and frantic. luckily for you both, joão removed his hoodie long before. exploring each other some more, his gentle hands moved their way down to caress your neck and shoulders. gliding his hands back and forth.
"bebê?"
"hmm?"
"i missed you so much," leaning down and whispering against your neck. joão begins leave a trail of kisses up and down your neck. you feel the blood rushing your veins and it leaves you breathless.
"i missed you too babe," you say through small gasps. your own hands finding their rightfully place tangled in his hair.
"lemme show you how much i missed you, yeah?" you nodded your head, giving him a hazy smile. from the kisses alone, you feel warm all over.
"i need to hear those words pretty girl."
"please?"
"please what?"
"show me how much you missed me." joão would always be the person you'd fold for. he had a hold on you that couldn't be explained or expressed into words.
"that i can do."
-
you wake up to your phone loudly ringing from the table near the bed. blindly reaching for it, you pull it to your face to see who was calling. of course, your brother was calling. you groaned and quickly got up, leaning over the bed to grab the discarded tee-shirt. throwing it over your head, you answered the facetime call.
"what do you want?"
"woah, what happened to hi, hello, how are you jude?"
"hi, hello, how are you judith?" you eyed him through the phone with a raised eyebrow.
"i told you to stop calling me that," jude groans and rolls his eyes.
"i told you that will never happen."
"it's not even my name!"
"what do you want jude?"
"mum wanted me to give you a ring, wait."
"what?"
"where are you? because that doesn't look like you're with jobe and dad," he squinted his eyes while looking at the background. "and you don't have your bonnet on."
"mind your business."
"YOU HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND! ooo i'm telling mum."
"shut up, i'm hanging up now."
"wait, who's the guy? do i know him? how long have you known him? did he pick you up from the airport?" jude throws question after question at you. you playfully rolled your eyes and shake your head.
"goodbye jude. i love you and tell mum that i love her too."
"fine, love you too." you hang up and place the phone back on the table. you turn over, snuggling back under the duvet and face joão's bare back. your eyes roaming over his muscles and toned skin.
"i can feel you staring," joão mumbles out.
"sorry, did i wake you?" he turns over to face you and shakes his head.
"no, i was listening to you talk to jude but you didn't wake me up." you run your fingers threw his messy bed hair and move your hand to caress his cheek.
"sorry you had to hear that. jude is just being jude."
grabbing your hand, joão kisses the palm of your hand, "it's okay. i don't mind. although."
"although?" you drag out the word, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"i wish we were exclusive." you immediately pull away from him. "don't do that."
"do what joão?"
"pull away from me," he tries to re-grab your hand, but you wouldn't let him.
"i don't wanna talk about this."
"but i do."
"we've talked about this already."
"what are you so afraid of?"
"drop it," you hop out of the bed and head to the living room. joão is hot on your tail. "you just ruined what could've been a great morning before i left to my dad and brother."
"we had an amazing night! i didn't just fuck you last night, i made love to you. seeing as i'm in love with you."
"please stop."
"we go through this day after day. we have sex, we're on good terms and then when i say something about being exclusive, you shut down. you pull away from me for what?"
"i'm begging you to stop." your voice wobbly to keep your emotions at bay. joão scuffs and walks back to the room.
the rest of the morning is silent as you guys got ready. completely forgetting about breakfast. he drove you to the rent a car center and still didn't utter a word. you felt awkward, being that you've never been in his presence while you guys weren't speaking. you usually were already gone before it got to this point.
"it's not fair to me."
"i know," you whispered, looking down at your shoes.
"call me when you actually want to talk," he leans down to kiss your cheek and turns his back on you. walking towards his car, leaving you with an ache in your chest.
-
the five-hour drive wasn't that bad. all you could think of was joão, what were you so afraid of? he was everything and more, but you wouldn't allow yourself to pursue those feelings. preferring to keep them locked down, buried inside of you. pulling up to your brother's house, you felt like you were going to cry. you couldn't let your dad and brother know anything. jobe swings the door open with a wide grin.
"ello mate!"
"hi jobe," you dryly chuckled, not realizing how much you missed your little brother. the taller boy is quick to pull you into an embrace and just as quick, you breakdown. the tears that come from your eyes falling onto his shirt.
"what's wrong? y/n?" jobe questions, looking towards your dad.
"sweetheart?"
"dad, i ruined things for good," you continued to cry into jobe's arms.
"ruined what sweetpea?"
"me and joão."
"hold up, joão? as in joão félix?" you brother pulls away from the hug to eye you. with teary eyes you nodded.
"THAT'S WHOSE HOUSE YOU WERE AT THIS MORNING?"
"jobe, not now," mark stops the younger boy. shifting to hug you himself. you always loved your parents' hugs, especially in times of despair.
"i'm so telling jude," jobe whispers to himselfand runs back to the house.
-
over the next few days, you stayed in bed to rot. of course, you went to jobe's match but after that you barely did anything. jobe and jude were sick of it. the whole family knew but everyone wanted to give you your space. expect for your brothers.
"y/n!" jobe bursts into the room and closes the door behind him.
"get out."
"me and jude have something to say to you."
jobe flips the camera towards your face and hops into the frame too. you groaned, trying to cover your eyes with the blanket.
"you look like shit," jude's voice rings through the phone speaker.
"you look like this every day."
"rude."
"whatever."
"you're so grumpy," jobe pokes your cheek.
"you guys are bothering me!"
"what's really going on sis?" jude asks.
"i don't know."
"liar," jobe says from beside you.
"fine, i don't know if i can open myself up to him?"
"why?"
"because i don't wanna get hurt."
"he seems like a proper decent guy though," jude says.
"he is more than that," you pout your lip out, hoping to stop the oncoming set of new tears.
"then talk to him."
"he doesn't want to speak with me."
"that's a lie. we had a chat with him. he wants to talk to you," jobe causally says.
"YOU WHAT?" you sit up on the bed with wide eyes.
"the point is, he's waiting for you."
"i hate you guys," you groaned, slapping a hand to face in annoyance. the two boys snicker at your reaction to what they did behind your back.
"we love you too!" they say in unison. once jobe leaves, you get up to shower. looks like a painful conversation is gonna happen sooner than later.
-
"y/n?" joão opens the door to find you standing there.
"hi. can i come in?" you timidly ask the chelsea player.
"are you ready to talk?"
"yes." he steps aside and lets you in. you walked into the familiar house slowly. floki greet you as always.
"sit on the couch. i'm right behind you."
you make your way to the living room and sit down. playing with your finger, as you anxiously wait for joão. he comes in the room a few seconds later. sporting two glasses of water. even when he's slightly upset with you, he still caters to you. your heart melts. handing you a glass, he takes a seat. a gap in the middle of you two.
"i'm sorry."
"why do you keep running away from me? is it something i did?"
"no, never!" you sit the glass on the coffee table.
"then what is it?" he mimics you and sets his glass down too.
"i'm scared."
"of what y/n?" you sighed and looked to the ceiling.
"i'm scared that if I open up and allow myself to have a relationship with you officially, i'll get hurt in the end."
"hurt by what?"
"by you. i'm scared that down the line you'll realize that there is someone better and i get hurt in the end."
"but what if i don't? what if i don't hurt you?" you were rendered speechless. in a way he was completely right. you guys have been going back and forth for months and he hasn't hurt you once. if anything, you were hurting him. the thought of that causes tears to shed.
"don't cry bebê. just let me in and i promise you that i would never hurt you," he wipes the tears from your eyes. you didn't realize that he closed the distance between the two of you. "what do i tell you about my promises?"
"that you always keep them," you whispered with glossy eyes. "i love you so much joão and i'm sorry for hurting you in the process."
"i understand that you were just trying protect yourself. but you don't need to do that with me. i've got you always my love."
you wrap your arms around his neck instantly. his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. his fingers touching the bare skin that peeked out from your top.
"i love you too, just so you know. i always have," he whispers in your ear and hugs you tighter. months of trying to break down your built-up walls. months of loving you when it was hurting him that you weren't completely his. not all of you at least. you were finally his and joão didn't plan on treating it lightly. he was going to treat you exactly how you deserved to treated.
