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[djovulating]

Walk with me here…. Reader who has like two younger brothers that she helped raise and is close to. These lil lads are big fans of Jude.. she’s dating Jude and wants them to meet him during a dinner situation but asks them not to fanboy too much as to not make Jude uncomfortable.. general fluff where they believe they’re not being obvious (tryin to be nonchalant smh) but they’re failing miserably 🫡

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[djovulating]

𑣲.𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙾𝚆⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contains: fluff, established relationship, singer!reader, supportive boyfriend jude, proud boyfriend jude, happy ending

₊⊹ summary: while thousands of people come to hear you perform, the only person you keep looking for all night is the one singing every lyric right in front of the stage.

there's a different kind of nervousness that comes with performing when jude's in the crowd. you've played festivals with over a hundred thousand people. you've sold out arenas across europe. you've stood under blinding spotlights in cities where you didn't even speak the language.

normally, once the music starts, the nerves disappear. tonight, they don't. because somewhere out there isn't just another audience. it's him. your boyfriend. who has somehow managed to clear his schedule just to fly over for one night. one concert. before heading straight back to training tomorrow morning. he'd insisted it wasn't a big deal.

"it's one flight." he'd shrugged over facetime.

"jude."

"what?"

"you're flying to another country for less than twenty four hours."

"...yeah."

"that's insane."

he smiled. "nah. you're headlining, i'm not missing that."

backstage is buzzing with energy. crew members hurry through the corridors carrying equipment. stylists make last minute adjustments. your band warms up somewhere down the hall. the low rumble of the crowd outside vibrates through the concrete walls.

someone pokes their head into your dressing room. "five minutes."

you nod. "thank you."

the second they leave, your phone buzzes.

jude ❤️

you answer immediately. his face appears on the screen. he's already inside the venue. wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of sunglasses which he insists somehow makes him invisible to the media. it doesn't.

you laugh the second you see him. "you've got sunglasses on."

"yeah."

"...it's night."

"i know."

"it's dark."

"i know."

"...take them off."

he grins. "...absolutely not."

you shake your head. "you look ridiculous."

"i look mysterious."

"you look like you're trying to avoid fans."

he bursts into laughter. "...that's harsh."

"i'm honest."

"i appreciate it."

he turns the camera around, showing you the view. your breath catches. the stage stretches out in front of him. lights still dim. massive screens hanging above. the vip section is right beside the runway that extends into the crowd.

"...you're that close?"

he switches the camera back. "mhm."

"you'll be able to see every embarrassing facial expression i make."

"good."

"jude."

"i'm here for the full experience."

you roll your eyes affectionately. "i love you."

his smile softens instantly. "i love you too."

he glances towards the stage. "...seriously, go show them why i'm always bragging about you."

your heart melts. "you're sweet."

"don't tell anyone."

when the lights finally go down, the entire arena erupts. the kind of scream you feel more than hear. thousands of voices blending into one deafening roar. backstage, you take one deep breath. another.

your guitarist nudges your shoulder. "ready?"

you smile. "ready."

the opening note echoes through the speakers. then another. the giant screens flicker to life. your cue. you step out. the lights explode. the audience loses their minds. you've experienced this hundreds of times. yet somehow, it never stops feeling surreal. you wave towards the crowd. grinning so hard your cheeks already ache.

then, almost automatically, your eyes search for him. it only takes seconds. because even surrounded by hundreds of vip guests... jude somehow stands out immediately. he's already cheering. both hands in the air. singing before you've even reached the microphone. you laugh to yourself. of course he is.

from jude's perspective, the entire arena disappears the second you walk onto the stage. he's seen you perform online. watched award show clips. streamed festival sets from hotel rooms. none of them compare to this. because none of them capture how happy you look. you're smiling so brightly it almost seems impossible. completely in your element. completely fearless.

"...that's my girl." he murmurs quietly to himself.

the woman beside him glances over, smiling. "...she's incredible."

he doesn't take his eyes off you. "...yeah." he says proudly. "she really is."

by the third song, he's forgotten anyone else exists. he knows every lyric. every harmony. every tiny ad-lib you throw into performances. he's singing along shamelessly. dancing despite insisting beforehand that he "doesn't dance." your drummer notices first. he points subtly towards the vip section. you glance over. and immediately burst into laughter.

because jude, is absolutely loving himself. he's bouncing with the music. pointing at you every few seconds. throwing his hands in the air. he catches your eye. immediately starts dramatically singing every word directly at you. you almost miss your cue because you're laughing so much.

between songs, you take a sip of water. looking down towards him.

"...everyone." you grin into the microphone. "i've got someone really important here tonight."

the crowd immediately screams louder. jude looks around innocently. as if you're obviously talking about someone else.

you point directly at him. "there he is."

the camera instantly finds him. his face suddenly appears across every giant screen. the arena erupts.

he immediately hides behind his sunglasses. "...nah." he laughs. "...don't do this."

you can't stop smiling. "everyone say hi to jude."

thirty thousand people shout at once. he waves awkwardly, making everyone cheer even louder.

"...she's stitched me up." he mutters.

your guitarist leans over during the next song. "...he's adorable."

you grin. "i know."

halfway through the concert, comes your favorite song. the one you'd written about falling in love. the one jude had heard as a rough voice memo on your sofa nearly a year ago. he remembers sitting cross legged beside you. listening carefully. when it ended, he'd stayed completely silent.

you'd panicked immediately. "...you hate it."

"what?"

"you hate it."

he'd blinked. "...love, i'm trying not to cry."

now, he hears it fully produced. live. with thousands of people singing every lyric back. his chest feels tight. because he remembers every version before this. the rough demo. the unfinished chorus. the late night rewrites. watching you doubt yourself. watching you refuse to give up.

now, it's echoing around an arena. he shakes his head in disbelief. "...that's unbelievable."

during the bridge, you walk down the runway. coming closer to the vip section. closer to him. your eyes meet. the rest of the arena somehow fades away. you smile.

he smiles back. then quietly mouths, "i love you."

without thinking, you mouth it back. the audience probably thinks you're interacting with everyone. really, it's just him.

after the song ends, the applause seems endless. you glance towards him again. he's clapping harder than anyone. whistling. cheering. looking impossibly proud. you've received standing ovations before. won awards. read incredible reviews. yet somehow, seeing that expression on his face means more than all of it combined.

the final song arrives far too quickly. confetti cannons explode. golden streamers fill the air. fireworks burst above the stage. the audience sings the final chorus so loudly you barely need your microphone.

you take one final look around the arena. trying to remember every second. then, your eyes find jude one last time. he's still smiling exactly the same way. still singing. still looking at you like you're the only person in the room. the final note rings out. the lights fade. the crowd erupts. you bow. wave. then disappear backstage.

the second you're offstage, adrenaline crashes into exhaustion. someone hands you a towel. another person passes over water.

your manager hugs you. "you smashed it."

you laugh breathlessly. "...is he backstage yet?"

they grin knowingly. "already asking for him."

"i'm serious."

"he'll be here in a minute."

meanwhile, jude is weaving through backstage corridors with security. he's still buzzing.

"...mate." one of your band members laughs. "...i've never seen anyone enjoy a concert that much."

jude smiles. "couldn't help it."

"you knew every lyric."

"i've had early access."

"cheat."

"absolutely."

the dressing room door opens. you look up. before either of you says anything, you practically jog across the room, throwing your arms around his neck. he catches you immediately. lifting you slightly off the floor.

"...easy." he laughs. "you'll fall."

"i don't care."

he hugs you tighter. "you were unbelievable."

you bury your face against his shoulder. "i messed up the second verse."

"what?"

"i forgot one line."

"...love." he gently pulls back just enough to look at you. "i promise you, not a single person noticed."

"i noticed."

"you always will." he smiles softly. "...because you're your own biggest critic."

you finally step back. "...be honest."

"i always am."

"how was it?"

he actually laughs. "...how was it? seriously?"

you nod.

he takes a deep breath, trying to find words. "...i've played in some unbelievable stadiums... heard crowds louder than i ever imagined, felt pressure i can't even explain." he shakes his head. "but seeing thirty thousand people singing the words that came out of your head, watching you own that stage, seeing how happy you looked..." he smiles. "i don't think i've ever been prouder of anyone."

your eyes immediately sting. "...don't."

"what?"

"i'm going to cry."

"so?"

"i've just fixed my makeup."

he laughs. "worth ruining."

someone knocks gently, bringing in catering. snacks. fruit. sandwiches.

jude immediately reaches for one. "...starving."

you laugh. "you've just watched a concert."

"i worked hard."

"...doing what?"

"supporting."

"right."

"it's exhausting."

"you were dancing."

"exactly."

"you nearly lost your voice."

"i know."

your guitarist walks past, pointing at jude. "...mate, you've got some serious moves."

you immediately grin. "i told you."

jude looks horrified. "don't encourage them."

"they're brilliant."

"they're not."

"you've got a little shoulder thing."

he sighs dramatically. "there's no way."

"there absolutely is."

"no."

your drummer joins in. "there definitely is."

jude covers his face. "...i'm leaving."

"you can't."

"watch me."

instead, you grab his hand. gently stopping him. he looks down at your intertwined fingers. then back at you.

"can't be that embarrassed."

"i absolutely can."

"you're staying."

"...only because you asked nicely."

"i didn't ask."

"you didn't... you ordered."

"i know."

later that night, after almost everyone has gone home, the two of you quietly wander back onto the empty stage. the arena is almost completely dark now. rows and rows of empty seats stretch endlessly into the distance. it feels completely different. peaceful. still.

jude slowly turns in a circle. "...mad."

"what?"

"...this many people." he gestures around. "...all here for you."

you smile. "it still doesn't feel real."

he looks at you. "does it ever?"

you think for a moment. "...only when i see you in the crowd."

he tilts his head. "really?"

"yeah. because everything else feels like work... but seeing you there..." you gently squeeze his hand. "...feels like home."

he doesn't say anything immediately. instead, he walks over. wrapping both arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "...you know what my favorite part was?"

"what?"

"you."

"i was on stage for two hours."

"exactly... every bit."

you laugh. "that's cheating."

"i know."

"you've got to pick something specific."

he pretends to think. "when you laughed at me."

"...what?"

"when you caught me singing."

"you were performing."

"i was supporting."

"you were shouting."

"i was enthusiastic."

"you were completely off key."

"...allegedly."

you laugh so hard you have to hide your face against his chest. he smiles into your hair. "...made you laugh though."

"it did."

"worth it."

you stand together in the middle of the empty stage. the place that had been deafeningly loud less than an hour ago. now, it's completely silent.

he gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "same time next tour?"

you grin. "you'll come?"

he looks at you like you've asked the most ridiculous question imaginable. "...love. i'll be at every show i possibly can. i don't care how many flights i need to take. i'll lose my voice every single night, and i'll still be the loudest person in the crowd."

you smile so brightly your cheeks ache. "i know you will."

he leans down, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead. "watching you do what you love..." he whispers. "might actually be my favorite thing in the world."

you wrap your arms around him again, holding him tightly beneath the soft glow of the stage lights. thousands of people had filled this arena only hours earlier. they'd screamed your name. sung your songs. cheered until their voices disappeared. and somehow, the applause you would remember most, was the one person in the front row, wearing sunglasses pulled too low over his eyes, singing every lyric louder than anyone else, with the biggest smile you'd ever seen. because no matter how many people loved your music, nothing compared to being your favorite person's favorite performance.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo @kxienverse

[djovulating]

𑣲.𝚂𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contains: slowburn romance, childhood friends to lovers, family friends, mutual pining, jobe as your best friend, fluffy ending

₊⊹ summary: after growing up as the person jude always teased and never seemed to notice, you slowly realize the boy who used to annoy you the most might have been paying attention all along.

you'd known the bellinghams for as long as you could remember. before football. before everyone knew jude's name. before jobe was tall enough to tower over you. before you even understood what a "family friend" really meant. they were just the bellinghams. the family who always showed up at birthday parties. the family who your parents spent every summer with. the family whose house you knew the layout of almost as well as your own.

and somehow, you had always ended up closest to jobe. not that you disliked jude. well. maybe when you were younger, you did. a little. because jude had always been annoying. not in a horrible way. just in that classic older boy way where he seemed to find your reactions far more entertaining than whatever else was happening.

when you were eight and he was nine, he stole your favorite football and refused to give it back.

"jude." you'd stood in the garden with your hands on your hips. "give it back."

he held it above his head. which was especially irritating because even at nine years old, he was somehow taller than you. "come get it."

"you're so annoying."

"that's not a reason."

"yes it is."

he laughed. "no, it isn't."

you'd looked over at jobe. "make him."

jobe immediately shook his head. "nah."

"jobe!"

"you're on your own."

and that was the beginning of your lifelong complaint. jobe was your favorite. jude was your biggest problem.

as you got older, the dynamic stayed mostly the same. jobe was the one you texted every day. the one who knew everything happening in your life. the one who would sit beside you at family dinners and listen to you complain about school.

jude was the one who appeared randomly just to annoy you. "you still hate losing at mario kart?" he'd asked one christmas.

you looked up from your controller. "i don't hate losing."

"you absolutely do."

"i don't."

"you threatened to quit last time."

"because the game was cheating."

he smiled. "the game wasn't cheating."

"you don't know that."

"i literally watched you drive into a wall."

you narrowed your eyes. "...you're lucky you're my parents' friends' son."

"that's the only reason i'm lucky?"

"yes."

"harsh."

the thing about jude was, he wasn't mean. you knew that. everyone knew that. he was actually one of the kindest people you knew. but he had this habit of making jokes when he didn't know what else to say.

and for years, you were convinced he just didn't care about you. because why would he? you were jobe's friend. jude had his own life. his own friends. his own football. you were just the girl who came around because your parents liked his parents. nothing more.

until one summer changed everything. you were sixteen. jobe was fifteen. jude was seventeen. and suddenly, something felt different. you couldn't explain it. maybe because you'd all grown up. maybe because childhood teasing had slowly turned into actual conversations. maybe because you stopped seeing jude as just the annoying boy who stole your snacks.

he was different. or maybe, you were finally noticing things you hadn't before. like how he always made sure everyone had a drink before himself. how he remembered little details people mentioned once. how he listened more than people expected. how protective he was of jobe. how much he cared.

you noticed him. but you didn't think he noticed you.

until one evening at your parents' house, everyone was outside, music playing quietly, the adults talking, jobe sitting beside you on the grass while you both looked through old photos.

"look at this." he laughed.

you leaned closer, it was a picture of jude at around twelve years old. terrible haircut. awkward smile. football shirt three sizes too big.

you burst out laughing. "oh my god."

"don't let him see that." jobe grinned.

"why?"

"because he'll never recover."

"he deserves it."

"you two are horrible."

you both looked up. jude was standing there. arms crossed. pretending to be offended.

you smiled. "you were cute."

his expression changed slightly, only for a second. but you noticed. "...cute?"

you shrugged. "yeah."

"that's not what i expected."

"what did you expect?"

"i don't know." he looked away. "probably ugly."

you laughed. "you've always been dramatic."

"you've always been rude."

"you started it."

"when?"

"the football incident."

he stared. "you still remember that?"

"obviously."

he laughed quietly.

"that was like eight years ago."

"exactly."

"you hold grudges."

"against you? yes."

something about the way he smiled after that made your stomach feel strange.

after that summer, things started changing. not immediately. not dramatically. just small things. jude started texting you. at first, it was random.

jude😒: jobe said you stole his hoodie

you: he gave it to me

jude😒: that's not what he said

you: jobe lies

jude😒: interesting

jude😒: you're defending yourself very quickly

you: because i'm innocent

jude😒: sure

but then the conversations didn't stop. they became longer. less about jobe. more about everything. school. football. music. random things neither of you would have bothered talking about before. and the strangest part? jude was funny. you'd always known he was funny. but now... you were laughing because of him. not at him.

jobe noticed before you did. of course he did. one afternoon, you were all sitting in the living room. jude had just left to grab drinks.

jobe looked over at you. "...you like him."

you nearly choked. "what?"

"don't act confused."

"i don't."

"you do."

"he's your brother."

"exactly."

you frowned. "what does that mean?"

"it means i've known jude my whole life, and i've never seen him willingly share his snacks with anyone."

you blinked. "what?"

"he gave you his chips yesterday."

"because i asked."

"exactly."

you rolled your eyes. "you're insane."

jobe smiled. "maybe."

the worst part was, jude was starting to realize too. because somewhere along the way, you stopped being just jobe's best friend. you became the person he looked for when he walked into a room. the person he wanted to tell things to. the person whose opinion mattered. and it confused him. because he'd known you forever. you'd always been there. but suddenly, you were different. or maybe he was.

one night, after a family dinner, everyone was outside except you and jude. you were sitting in the kitchen. the same kitchen you'd sat in hundreds of times. except this time, everything felt different.

jude leaned against the counter. "you know something?"

you looked up. "what?"

"i used to think you hated me."

you laughed. "you used to annoy me."

"that's not the same thing."

"close."

he smiled. "fair."

you played with the sleeve of your jumper. "i thought you didn't like me."

his smile faded slightly. "what?"

"i don't know." you shrugged. "you always teased me."

"because you reacted."

"exactly."

he laughed. "that was the problem."

"what?"

"i liked making you laugh."

you looked at him. "...you could've just said that."

"i was like ten."

"still."

he smiled. "i wasn't exactly emotionally intelligent."

"you still aren't."

"wow."

"i'm joking... mostly"

"mostly?"

"mostly."

there was a comfortable silence. the kind that only existed between people who had known each other forever.

then jude spoke, quietly. "i think i always noticed you."

your heart skipped. "...what?"

he looked down, almost embarrassed. "i just didn't know what to do with that."

"jude..."

"you were always around." he smiled slightly. "and i think because you were always there, i never realized how important you were."

you didn't know what to say. so you stayed quiet.

he continued. "then suddenly you weren't just jobe's friend, you were the person i wanted to talk to after training, the person i wanted to tell things to, the person i looked for."

your cheeks warmed. "you never acted like it."

"i know." he laughed softly. "i was pretty bad at showing it."

"pretty?"

"okay." he smiled. "very."

you looked down. "what changed?"

he thought about it. "you."

"me?"

"yeah." he nodded. "you grew up... and i realized the girl who used to annoy me by stealing my hoodies and beating me at mario kart was actually someone i didn't want to imagine not being around."

you smiled. "i still beat you at mario kart."

"you absolutely do not."

"i do."

"you cheat."

"i don't."

"you definitely do."

"you just can't accept losing."

he laughed. "there she is."

nothing happened instantly. because real life wasn't like movies. there wasn't always a dramatic confession followed by everything falling perfectly into place. instead, there were more conversations. more walks. more moments where you both slowly figured out what this was.

jobe definitely teased both of you. which was annoying.

"finally." he'd said when he noticed you and jude sitting together.

you looked at him. "finally what?"

"nothing."

"jobe."

he grinned. "just been waiting years."

"you're unbearable."

"learned from jude."

months later, you were sitting outside with jude. the same garden where he'd stolen your football all those years ago. except now, his hand was intertwined with yours. and somehow... that felt completely natural.

"you know what's funny?" you said.

"what?"

"i genuinely thought you didn't like me."

he looked offended. "seriously?"

"yes."

"after everything?"

"you bullied me."

"i teased you."

"same thing."

he smiled. "you know i only did that because i liked you."

"you've said that."

"because it's true."

you leaned your head against his shoulder. "you were very annoying."

"still am."

"definitely."

"but you like me."

you smiled. "...unfortunately."

he laughed. "i'll take it."

you'd known jude bellingham your entire life. you'd watched him grow. watched him change. watched him become someone incredible. but somehow, the best part wasn't that he became someone everyone else admired. it was that somewhere between childhood arguments and stolen snacks. he became someone who knew you better than anyone. the boy who used to annoy you. the boy who used to steal your football. the boy who always seemed too busy to notice you. turned out to be the boy who had been paying attention all along.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo @kxienverse

[seonghrtz]

OUT OF MY LEAGUE !

ㅤㅤ𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤyou're way out of jude's league, according to the public. ͏

𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ jude bellingham 𖬺 singer!reader ͏ ͏͏ ᡴꪫ ͏ ͏͏ smau ͏ ͏͏ 𝒇luff ͏ ͏͏ + ͏ ͏͏ cw. established relationship ͏ ͏͏ implicit time skip ͏ ͏͏ requested ͏ ͏͏ ⸻ ͏ ͏͏ fc: lame cobain.

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yourusernameㅤ an unforgettable night ✨️✨️ thank you, london, i hope we see each other again soon 💋

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username1ㅤ i think it's ridiculous how people keep posting that they were at the concert

⤷ username2ㅤ why???

⤷ username1ㅤ i wasn't there

theestallionㅤ 🔥🔥🔥ㅤ𖹭 by author

⤷ username3ㅤ omg i NEED another feat

⤷ username4ㅤ SO REAL!! i still haven't gotten over roc steady

username5ㅤ she was simply ethereal ✨️✨️

username6ㅤ the feeling of seeing this woman on stage is surreal

username7ㅤ MY QUEEN 👑🐾

username8ㅤ i wish i were jude bellingham

⤷ username9ㅤ as if he could handle this woman 🙄🙄

⤷ username10ㅤ girl what are you talking about???

⤷ username11ㅤ at the beginning of yn's unholy hours era, people started speculating about who the songs on the album were about, then a girl on twitter made a huge thread comparing the lyrics to jude bellingham. but they were never seen together, even though they were spotted in the same place before

⤷ username10ㅤ but didn't jude already mention in an interview a few months ago that he was dating someone???

⤷ username11ㅤ yes!! but he never said who it was, and the photos never show his girlfriend's face, so people speculate that it is indeed yn

⤷ username10ㅤ you really need to touch some grass......

username12ㅤ the biggest fomo of my life

username13ㅤ the end of an era 😔

⤷ username14ㅤ i can't believe her tour is over 💔💔

⤷ username15ㅤ i hope that the end of this era represents the beginning of another, more iconic one

⤷ username14ㅤ we're talking about yn!! of course she'll always be iconic

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⤷ yourusernameㅤ youuu ❤️

⤷ username1ㅤ girls, when are the feat coming out???

⤷ zaralarssonㅤsoon 🤫🤫

⤷ username1ㅤ OMFGSKSKSJSKSKAAAAH

username2ㅤ her back must ache so much from carrying the weight of being the most beautiful woman on the planet

username3ㅤ pretending i didn't notice the bellingham brothers and half the football players in the likes...

⤷ username4ㅤ relax guys everyone's a fan of yn!!

⤷ username5ㅤ imagine being this iconic

username6ㅤ she's so pretty— SOFT LAUNCHING?????????

⤷ username7ㅤ i had the same reaction 😭😭

⤷ username8ㅤ guys i don't think i'm ready for this

⤷ username9ㅤ OMG is this really happening?????

username10ㅤ OMG WHO IS THIS GUY????

⤷ username11ㅤ GIRL i’m dying of curiosity to find out who he is

⤷ username12ㅤ me too!!

⤷ username13ㅤ i have a hunch...

⤷ username10ㅤ who is it???

⤷ username14ㅤ for the love of god don’t say it’s jude bellingham

⤷ username13ㅤ then i don’t have a hunch anymore

⤷ username14ㅤ what’s your thing with this guy??

⤷ usernams15ㅤ i saw a tiktok edit and i think they make a cute couple....

⤷ username14ㅤ 🙄🙄

username16ㅤ does your boyfriend know how to fight??? just asking for a friend....

username17ㅤ girl you can't just do a soft launch out of the blue like that!!!!! give some advance notice first

⤷ username18ㅤ girl... i think that was the advance notice.......

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erlingㅤ finally 🙏🙏ㅤ𖹭 by author and judebellingham

jobebellinghamㅤ what happened to the soft launch?

⤷ yourusernameㅤ you won't believe it......

zaralarssonㅤ you guys are so cute!ㅤ𖹭 by author

username1ㅤ GIRL THAT'S NOT A SOFT LAUNCH

username2ㅤ so... unholy hours... it's about.... jude bellingham....

⤷ username3ㅤ there's a good chance it's

username4ㅤ THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO CALLED ME CRAZY

username5ㅤ EVERYONE CAN GO APOLOGIZE TO THE GIRL ON TWITTER NOW

username6ㅤ what??? how?? when? where?????

username7ㅤ i need a podcast telling all the details from the moment they met until he asked her out

username8ㅤ two hot people dating... again...

⤷ username8ㅤ when will it be my turn????

username9ㅤ these two are so cute ☺️ i wish i were right in the middle of it ☺️

username10ㅤ SHE SAID IT WOULD BE A SOFT LAUNCH ‼️‼️ THIS IS NOT A SOFT LAUNCH, YN

username11ㅤ jude must be laughing at everyone who said he couldn’t handle this woman

username12ㅤ that's not fair.... i was here first!!

username13ㅤ jude, do you know how to fight?

⤷ judebellinghamㅤ yes!

⤷ username13ㅤ OMFG

username14ㅤ is your girlfriend single, jude?

⤷ judebellinghamㅤ no

⤷ username14ㅤ short and sweet 😶

username15ㅤ i have fun watching jude respond to the comments 🤣🤣 this man had enough of their bullshit

username16ㅤ always a man who’s doing well in life

judebellinghamㅤ love u ❤️

⤷ yourusernameㅤ love u more ❤️

⤷ judebellinghamㅤ yeah... that’s impossible

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[djovulating]

𑣲.𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙿𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contains: fluff, established relationship, post wisdom teeth surgery, loopy reader, clingy behavior, harmless embarrassment

₊⊹ summary: after your wisdom teeth removal leaves you adorably out of it, jude spends the entire day looking after you while accidentally collecting enough blackmail to tease you for years.

requested!

the waiting room smells like coffee, disinfectant, and those tiny wrapped biscuits no one ever actually eats. jude has been sitting in the same chair for nearly an hour. one leg bouncing. phone in his hand. pretending to scroll through social media when, in reality, he's checked the time at least thirty times.

he knows it's only a routine procedure. he knows wisdom teeth removal happens every day. he also knows you're dramatic enough to convince yourself beforehand that you weren't going to survive it. which meant he'd spent the entire drive reassuring you.

"they're taking all four out." you'd said quietly from the passenger seat.

"yeah."

"...all four."

"i heard you the first time."

"what if they accidentally remove my tongue?"

he'd looked at you. "...how exactly would they manage that?"

"i don't know."

"what if they get confused?"

he'd laughed so hard he'd nearly missed the entrance to the clinic. "they're dentists, love. not pirates."

you'd crossed your arms. "you don't know."

"i do know."

"no, you don't."

"i promise nobody's walking out of there without a tongue."

you'd narrowed your eyes. "...you sound suspiciously confident."

now, he finally hears his name.

"jude?" he immediately stands. the dental assistant smiles. "she's all done."

"everything alright?"

"procedure went perfectly." she chuckles. "she's still very sleepy, though."

"...how sleepy?"

"you'll see."

the second he steps into recovery, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing. you're sitting in a reclined chair. wrapped in a blanket. ice packs strapped around your face. your cheeks already beginning to puff up. your eyes are half open. completely unfocused.

you slowly turn your head towards him, it takes a solid five seconds before recognition appears. "...jude." your voice is slow. muffled.

he smiles immediately. "hi."

your entire face lights up. or at least it tries to. the swelling makes it look more like an enthusiastic squint. "...that's my boyfriend."

he laughs. "it is."

you point dramatically towards him, looking at the dental assistant. "...he's really handsome."

the assistant smiles. "i can see that."

jude rubs a hand over his face. "...already, yeah?"

"oh, she's been chatting for the last ten minutes."

the assistant laughs. "mostly about you."

your eyes widen. "...did i?"

"you absolutely did."

you gasp. "i love him."

"i know."

"no..." you lean forwards as much as the chair allows. "i really love him."

jude feels warmth creep into his cheeks. "i'm right here."

"i know." you beam at him. "...you're beautiful."

the drive home is... entertaining. you spend the first five minutes staring out of the window. then suddenly you spoke.

"...jude?"

"yeah?"

"i have something really important to tell you."

he glances over briefly. "what's that?"

you lean across the center console as far as your seatbelt allows. "...i think i'm in love with you."

he smiles. "...do you?"

you nod enthusiastically. "like..." you whisper dramatically. "...properly."

"i had a feeling."

"i've been thinking."

he laughs. "dangerous."

"i think..." another dramatic pause. "...you should be my boyfriend."

he blinks. "i already am."

you stare at him. "...really?"

"yeah."

"...for how long?"

"nearly two years."

your mouth falls open. "...no way."

"i'm serious."

you sit back, completely amazed. "...that's the best thing i've ever heard." five minutes later, "...jude?"

"yeah?"

"...can i marry you?"

he nearly laughs himself off the road. "...you're proposing?"

"mhm."

"...don't you think we should wait until the anaesthetic wears off?"

"no."

"...why?"

"because." you nod seriously. "...you're my favorite."

he smiles so hard his cheeks ache. "i'm honored."

"you'd look good with a ring."

"would i?"

"yeah... you're also very tall."

"i'm glad that's part of your reasoning."

"it's important."

when you finally get home, the first thing you ask is, "...can i have a burger?"

he gently closes the front door behind you. "...no."

"why?"

"you've literally just had teeth removed."

"...well..." you think very hard. "...put it in a blender."

he stops walking, turning slowly towards you. "...absolutely not."

"it'll still taste the same."

"no."

"please?"

"no."

"i'll chew emotionally."

"you physically can't chew."

"i'll learn."

he laughs. "you are unbelievable."

instead, he makes you the biggest vanilla milkshake he can. extra thick. with whipped cream. although he has to remove the cherry because the dentist specifically said no straws, no chewing, and definitely no tiny choking hazards.

he hands it over. "there you go."

you stare at it "...this isn't a burger."

"no."

"i wanted a burger."

"i know."

you pout so dramatically it almost looks painful. "i've been dreaming about a cheeseburger."

"you were asleep."

"i know."

"...i dreamed about one."

he bites the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh.

"it looked delicious."

"i'm sure it did."

"and now..." your eyes suddenly become watery. "...i can't have one."

"oh, baby."

"i'm devastated."

"i can tell."

"it's not fair."

he crouches beside you. "i'll get you the biggest burger you've ever seen when you're healed."

"...promise?"

"i promise."

"...with fries?"

"with fries."

"...and onion rings."

"if your dentist would approve..."

"...i want it."

he laughs. "deal."

about twenty minutes later, you're curled up on the sofa underneath three blankets. still clutching your milkshake. jude sits beside you. phone discreetly resting face down on his thigh. mostly because, he's already got approximately eight minutes of videos that you'll absolutely deny happened tomorrow.

you suddenly turn towards him. "...jude."

"yeah?"

"i have another important thing."

"i'm listening."

you point at him again. "i love your face."

"...thanks?"

"it's very symmetrical."

he snorts. "that's... oddly specific."

"i appreciate your eyebrows too."

"my eyebrows?"

"they're committed."

"...committed to what?"

"i don't know... being eyebrows."

he completely loses it, laughing so hard tears spring into his eyes.

"you alright there?" you ask.

"...yeah." he wipes his eyes. "i'm brilliant."

"i'm funny."

"you absolutely are."

"i've always wanted to be funny."

"you've smashed it."

a notification appears on his phone. it's from his mom asking how you're doing. instead of replying with words, he sends a thirty second video.

you, staring directly into the camera. "hello." followed by, "...your son is perfect." then, "i think we should keep him."

his mom immediately replies with six crying laughing emojis.

the afternoon drifts by lazily. you refuse to nap because, "i don't negotiate with sleep." which doesn't even make sense. eventually, you insist on watching a disney film.

"which one?" jude asks.

"cinderella."

"good choice."

"i like princesses."

"i know."

"i am one."

he nods solemnly. "i completely agree."

forty minutes into the film, he notices you're suspiciously quiet. he glances over. you're crying. not just tearing up. proper crying. tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

"...love?" he pauses the film. "what's wrong?"

you point at the television. "...she found happiness."

"i know."

"and..." another sniffle. "...love."

"mhm."

"it's everywhere."

"it is."

"it's inside us."

he blinks. "...inside us?"

you nod vigorously. "...everyone. love is..." you struggle to find the words. "...like glitter."

"...glitter?"

"it gets everywhere."

he stares for exactly two seconds before grabbing his phone again. recording. "...go on."

"it's in families. friends. dogs. even ducks."

he can't breathe from trying not to laugh.

"it's beautiful." you whisper.

"i agree."

"i love love."

"i know you do."

you suddenly turn towards him, completely serious. "...do you know something?"

"what?"

"i think..." you gently poke the middle of his chest. "...you're my soulmate."

he smiles so softly it almost hurts. "...do you?"

"mhm."

"i've decided."

"when?"

"just now."

"...that's convenient."

"i know... and if anybody else tries to date you..." you narrow your eyes dramatically. "...i'll say no."

he laughs. "you'll say no?"

"for you."

"...very kind."

"i'm protective."

"you certainly are."

halfway through the film, you slowly shuffle closer. then closer again. until you're practically sitting on his lap.

he looks down. "...comfortable?"

"no."

"...why?"

"my face hurts."

"i'm sorry."

"...can you cuddle it better?"

he smiles. "i don't know if that's medically possible."

"i think it is."

he wraps both arms around you anyway. carefully. gently. making sure not to touch your sore jaw. you immediately melt against his chest.

"...better?"

"so much."

"i'm glad."

"you smell nice."

"...thank you."

"you always smell nice."

"i appreciate that."

"it's one of your talents."

"my talent?"

"mhm."

"smelling good?"

"yeah."

another few minutes pass, you've almost drifted asleep. then suddenly, your eyes snap open.

"...jude?"

"yeah?"

"if we get married..."

he smiles immediately. "...yeah?"

"...can we have dinosaur chicken nuggets?"

he laughs. "at the wedding?"

"mhm."

"i don't think that's traditional."

"i don't care."

"...fair enough."

"and milkshakes."

"definitely."

"...and no celery."

he nods seriously. "...absolutely no celery."

"i knew you'd understand."

eventually, the anesthetic begins wearing off. you become a little sleepier. a little quieter. your words make slightly more sense. before you fall asleep completely, you mumble,

"...did i embarrass myself today?"

jude looks down at you. "...what makes you ask that?"

"i don't know."

"...i feel like i probably did."

he smiles to himself. "...maybe a little."

"how much is a little?"

"...you proposed."

your eyes slowly open again. "...what?"

"you also complimented my eyebrows... cried because love exists, and declared ducks have feelings."

you stare at him in horror. "...delete everything."

he grins. "not a chance."

"jude."

"i'm keeping it forever."

"that's blackmail."

"it's memories."

"it's blackmail."

"i prefer memories."

you hide your face against his hoodie with a tiny groan. "...i'm never trusting anesthetic again."

he laughs quietly. "i don't know... i quite liked honest anesthetic you."

you peek up at him. "...why?"

he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. because, despite all the nonsense. despite the random speeches about glitter and ducks. despite the burger meltdown. there had been one thing you'd repeated over and over again. that you loved him. that you wanted a future with him. that you couldn't wait to marry him one day. things you always told him anyway. but hearing them so innocently, with no filter, no overthinking, just pure affection. had settled somewhere deep inside his chest.

he smiles warmly. "...because even completely out of your mind..." he gently kisses the top of your head. "...you still made me feel like the luckiest bloke in the world."

your sleepy smile appears almost instantly. "...good." you mumble. "because you are."

within seconds, you're asleep. softly snoring against his chest. jude looks down at you. then quietly unlocks his phone. opening the folder he'd just renamed: evidence. he scrolls through the clips with the biggest grin on his face.

"...you're never living this down." he whispers fondly.

before locking his phone, pulling the blanket a little higher around your shoulders, and settling back into the sofa.

he'd absolutely tease you about today for years. about the burger. about the eyebrows. about glitter. about dinosaur chicken nuggets. but there was one video he'd never show anyone else. the one where you looked into the camera with sleepy, half closed eyes and whispered,

"i'm gonna marry you one day."

that one, he decided, was just for him.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo @kxienverse

[djovulating]

Heyyy girl, only take what resonates bc I have a bunch of ideas!

So can you write a Jude fic kinda with a similar premise as your wisdom teeth one but it’s y/n that got them removed and after the surgery, she’s going on and on about how she loves her boyfriend and wants to marry him one day.

She gets a milkshake (as that’s all she can eat) but gets angry she can’t eat a burger/solid food she’s craving

Maybe they’re home and she gets emotional while watching a disney Princess movie all like love is everywhere and inside us… lol just acting an unaware mess and Jude is eating that up and collecting blackmail. Anyways that was long winded but I love ur fics so much and would be thankful with anything!

ofc!! i'll try and add all of this into it this is such a cute idea😭💕

here!

[djovulating]

𑣲.𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚂⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contain: fluff, established relationship, domestic romance, playful banter, hand holding, soft kisses

₊⊹ summary: you and jude spend the day wandering around a zoo together, where a simple date somehow becomes one of your favorite memories together.

there are very few places jude can go without being recognized. restaurants usually end with someone politely asking for a picture. shopping centers become difficult if too many people notice him at once. even something as simple as grabbing a coffee sometimes turns into stopping every few minutes to smile for selfies.

he never complains. not really. he knows it's part of his life. he's grateful people support him. but every now and then, he just wants a normal day. a day where football isn't the first thing anyone mentions. a day where he gets to just be jude. that's how you end up at the zoo. it had been your idea.

"a zoo?" he'd laughed the night before.

"yeah." you'd shrugged. "i haven't been since i was about ten."

he smiled. "you seriously want to spend one of my rare days off looking at animals?"

"absolutely."

"...you're telling me you'd rather look at penguins than go shopping?"

"without hesitation."

he'd laughed. "alright." then he'd pointed at you. "but if one of those monkeys steals my phone, i'm blaming you."

the next morning is warm without being unbearably hot. the sky is almost completely blue. the sort of weather that makes every color seem brighter.

you arrive just after opening, both wearing sunglasses and baseball caps in the hope of staying a little unnoticed.

jude glances up at the giant map near the entrance. "...this place is massive."

you grin. "you're already overwhelmed."

"i'm trying to work out a strategy."

"...a strategy?"

"course." he points at the map. "can't just wander about randomly."

"why not?"

"'cause then we'll end up walking five miles."

you smile. "...that's literally the point."

he sighs dramatically. "...should've known."

before either of you make it more than ten steps, you spot a gift shop.

"...jude."

he immediately knows that tone. "...no."

"i haven't even said anything."

"i know."

"...but whatever you're about to suggest costs money."

you gasp. "i'm offended."

he folds his arms. "go on then."

"i think we should buy matching animal ears."

he stares at you. "...absolutely not."

"please."

"no chance."

"they've got lion ones."

"...still no."

"giraffe?"

he shakes his head.

"penguin?"

"...you're relentless."

"i've been told."

twenty minutes later, he's wearing a pair of ridiculously soft giraffe ears. he catches your grin. "...don't."

"i didn't say anything."

"your face did."

"it suits you."

"does it?"

"very majestic."

he rolls his eyes. "...you're lucky i like you."

"i know."

the first enclosure belongs to the flamingos. they're all standing on one leg. completely still.

you frown. "...how do they not fall over?"

jude looks at them thoughtfully. "good balance."

you nod. "...solid theory."

"i reckon."

you keep staring. "what if they forget which leg they were using?"

he laughs. "i don't think that's how it works."

"...you don't know."

"fair point."

the path winds through tall trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves in little patches that dance across the pavement. children run ahead excitedly, pointing at every animal they pass. somewhere nearby, you can hear peacocks calling. the entire place feels peaceful. slow. like time has decided to move a little differently today.

jude reaches for your hand without even looking, finding it immediately. his fingers slot naturally between yours. you smile.

"...comfortable?" he asks.

"always."

he gently swings your joined hands between you as you walk. "...good."

your next stop is the giraffes. they're even taller than you remembered. one bends its impossibly long neck down towards the viewing platform. its eyelashes are ridiculously long.

"...look at him." you whisper.

jude laughs quietly. "i don't think he can hear you."

"i don't want to disturb him."

"...he weighs about a tonne."

"i know."

"...still."

you both stand there watching for a while. there's something strangely calming about them. the slow way they move. the quiet confidence in every step. you glance sideways. jude is smiling. not at the giraffe. at you.

"...what?" you ask.

"nothing."

"...you're looking at me."

"i know."

"...why?"

he shrugs. "you're cute when you're excited."

your cheeks warm. "i'm looking at a giraffe."

"exactly."

"i don't see the connection."

"i do."

the zoo keeper offers visitors the chance to feed them. before you can even react, jude quietly pays for two portions.

you look at him. "i thought we were just watching."

he shrugs. "changed my mind."

"you wanted to feed them."

"i absolutely did."

standing on the little platform, you're handed long pieces of leafy branches. the giraffe slowly stretches its neck towards you. its tongue is much longer than you expected.

"oh!" you laugh as it gently takes the leaves.

"...that's weird." jude is laughing so hard beside you that he nearly drops his own branch.

"you alright there?" you ask.

"...its tongue!" he says between laughs. "i wasn't expecting that."

"you've never seen a giraffe before?"

"not this close." he feeds another one. "...that's actually brilliant."

someone nearby quietly recognizes him. they politely ask for a photo. he smiles. takes it. asks the little boy if he's enjoying the zoo. they chat for about a minute. then the family thanks him and leaves. you watch the interaction.

he notices. "...what?"

"you always make time."

he shrugs. "...they're just excited."

"i know."

"takes thirty seconds to make someone's day."

you smile softly. "that's one of my favorite things about you."

he bumps your shoulder gently. "...don't get all sentimental in front of the giraffes."

by lunchtime, you've somehow walked halfway across the zoo. you find a bench overlooking the elephant enclosure. the two of you share chips because jude insists yours taste better than his despite ordering exactly the same meal.

"you've stolen about half." you point out.

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"you literally just took another one."

"...did i?"

"you did."

"must've slipped."

you laugh. "slipped into your mouth?"

"exactly."

after lunch, you find the penguins. they instantly become your favorite. they waddle around with complete confidence despite looking permanently confused.

"...they're adorable." you grin.

jude watches one dramatically dive into the water. "they've got no fear."

"they're tiny."

"...still brave."

you point towards another one awkwardly hopping over a rock. "that one's you before coffee."

he gasps dramatically. "i'm nowhere near that grumpy."

you simply raise an eyebrow.

"...fair."

the aquarium tunnel is cooler than outside. blue light dances across the walls as enormous fish glide overhead. sharks drift silently above your heads. rays seem to float through the water. everything feels peaceful. almost dreamlike.

you stop walking, tilting your head upwards. "this is beautiful."

jude stands beside you, looking up too. "...yeah."

you smile. "...isn't it amazing?"

he looks at you instead. "...yeah."

you catch him. "you're doing it again."

"what?"

"looking at me instead."

he smiles. "i've seen fish before."

"you've seen me before."

"...still prefer looking at you."

you laugh quietly. "...that's ridiculously cheesy."

"i know."

"...worked though."

"it did."

the reptile house is much less successful. you make it approximately thirty seconds before hiding behind jude.

"...absolutely not."

he laughs. "they're behind glass."

"i don't care."

"they can't get you."

"i still don't trust them."

he looks back towards a sleeping snake. "...he's literally asleep."

"exactly."

"...what?"

"he could wake up."

jude can't stop laughing. "come on."

"no."

he gently takes your hand. "they're not gonna chase you."

"you don't know that."

"i reckon i do."

eventually, he convinces you through the reptile house. rewarding you afterwards with an ice cream.

"you bribed me." you point out.

"worked though."

"it absolutely did."

the afternoon passes in the easiest way possible. you visit the red pandas. watch the otters chase each other through the water. stand far longer than necessary watching sleepy lions stretched across warm rocks. you take dozens of photos. most of them are terrible. half because you're laughing too much. the other half because jude keeps pulling faces the second you lift your phone.

"...can you smile normally?" you ask.

"i am."

"you've crossed your eyes."

"...creative choice."

"it looks ridiculous."

"exactly."

near the exit, you find one of those little machines that stretches pennies into souvenirs. you immediately stop.

"...jude."

he sighs dramatically. "...what now?"

"i want one."

he smiles. "course you do."

a minute later, you've both got matching pressed pennies with tiny elephants on them. you slip yours carefully into your purse. he puts his straight into his wallet.

"...keeping it?" you ask.

he nods. "...good day." he says simply. "worth remembering."

the sun is beginning to set by the time you leave. golden light spills across the car park. your feet ache from walking all day. you're both exhausted. the comfortable kind. the sort that comes from spending an entire day outside. instead of getting into the car immediately, jude stops beside your door.

"...wait."

"what?"

he steps closer, reaching up to gently fix a loose strand of hair that's blown across your face. "...there."

you smile. "thanks..."

he doesn't move away. instead, he studies your face for a second. "best day off i've had in ages."

your heart softens. "really?"

"yeah."

"...and do you know why?"

you shake your head.

"...because nobody expected anything from me... i wasn't jude bellingham the footballer today... i was just..." he smiles. "...your boyfriend getting laughed at by a giraffe."

you burst into laughter. "it did laugh at you."

"i'm convinced it did."

"it absolutely judged you."

"i knew it."

you step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist. he immediately hugs you back, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. "thank you." he murmurs.

"for what?"

"today. for dragging me here. for making me wear giraffe ears. for reminding me life isn't always football."

you smile against his chest. "next time..." you look up at him. "...we're going to the aquarium."

he raises an eyebrow. "...again?"

"there are sea turtles."

"...that's your argument?"

"it's a very good one."

he pretends to think about it. "...alright."

"really?"

"yeah." he grins. "...as long as you wear the animal ears next time too."

you blink. "hang on."

"you heard me."

"i thought you hated them."

"i did... until i realized you couldn't stop smiling every time you looked at me."

your cheeks warm. "...you noticed?"

"i notice everything." he leans down, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead. "...especially when it's got something to do with making you happy."

you smile so hard your cheeks begin to ache. and as he opens the car door for you, still wearing those slightly wonky giraffe ears he'd completely forgotten to take off, you decide there probably wasn't a more perfect way to spend a day together.

not because of the animals. or the photos. or the souvenirs tucked safely inside your bag. but because somehow, a simple trip to the zoo had reminded you both that the best days rarely came from expensive plans.

sometimes, they came from wandering hand in hand through winding paths, sharing chips, laughing until your stomach hurt, and falling in love with each other all over again between the giraffes and the penguins.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo @kxienverse

[djovulating]

𑣲.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝚃 11:42⋆˚࿔ ʲᵒᵇᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contains: angst, established relationship, miscommunication, emotional texting, apologies, comfort, reconciliation, fluff ending

₊⊹summary: after one argument turns into hours of silence, jobe finally sends the text he's been rewriting all evening, hoping you'll still let him fix what he broke.

arguments with jobe never happened often. not because your relationship was perfect. far from it. you both got stressed. both got stubborn. both had moments where you said the wrong thing before your brain had a chance to catch up.

but somehow, you always managed to laugh before things got too serious. one of you would crack a joke. the other would roll their eyes. the tension would disappear before it had the chance to become something bigger.

today that didn't happen.

it started over something so unbelievably small that, by the time either of you realized how much it had escalated, neither of you could even remember what you'd originally been disagreeing about.

jobe had just finished training. you'd had a frustrating day at work. both of you were already running low on patience before the conversation had even started. he'd cancelled dinner. again. not because he wanted to. because recovery had overrun. media commitments had taken longer. everything had piled up. you understood that football wasn't a normal job. you'd always understood.

but today, you'd spent almost two hours getting ready. made a reservation weeks ago. turned down plans with your friends because he'd promised tonight would finally be just the two of you. when he rang to cancel forty minutes before you were supposed to meet, something inside you snapped.

"...you're always busy." you'd said.

"i know." his voice already sounded exhausted. "i'm sorry."

"you keep saying you're sorry but nothing changes."

he sighed quietly. "i'm trying."

"i know you're trying. but i'm trying too." silence. you kept talking anyway. "sometimes it feels like football gets every version of you that's actually awake. and i get whatever's left."

he'd gone quiet. too quiet. "...that's not fair." he'd finally said.

"i know it isn't. but it's how it feels."

another silence. then, "...you think i choose this?" his frustration had finally appeared.

"that's not what i said."

"it's what you're making it sound like."

"i'm telling you how i feel."

"and i'm telling you i physically can't be in two places at once."

"i know that... but you don't seem to know how lonely this gets."

his breathing had become heavier. "...right." just one word. cold. short. the complete opposite of how he usually spoke to you. "...forget it." he'd muttered before the call ended. not with an "i love you." not with a goodbye. just silence.

now four hours later, your apartment feels far too quiet. the reservation had been cancelled. your nice outfit had been replaced with one of his oversized hoodies. your dinner sat untouched on the coffee table. the television played in the background. you couldn't tell anyone what was happening on it. your mind was somewhere else entirely. you replayed the conversation over and over. every sentence. every pause. every sigh. you hated arguments. especially with him. because the silence afterwards always felt louder than the shouting itself.

across the city, jobe sat on the edge of his hotel bed. his phone face down beside him. he'd barely spoken since getting back. his teammates had noticed. normally he was chatting. laughing. playing cards. tonight, he'd disappeared straight to his room. he rubbed both hands over his face.

"...idiot." he muttered to himself.

because somewhere between the frustration and the exhaustion, he'd completely stopped listening. you hadn't been asking him to choose between football and you. you'd been asking to feel chosen too. there was a difference. a massive one. and he'd only realized it after the conversation ended.

he picked his phone up, opened your chat. typed.

jobe: sorry.

he stared. deleted it. too small. too easy. typed again.

jobe: i didn't mean it.

deleted. still wrong. he sighed. throwing the phone onto the bed.

"...come on." he whispered to himself. "...say it properly."

your phone buzzed, you looked immediately. group chat. not him. you sighed. locking the screen again. telling yourself you didn't care. you did.

ten minutes later, jobe picked his phone back up. this time he forced himself not to overthink. his thumbs moved slowly. carefully.

jobe: i've been sat here for about twenty minutes trying to work out how to say sorry without it sounding like i'm just saying it because i feel like i should.

he stopped. read it. continued.

jobe: truth is, i was defensive because i knew you were right about something.

jobe: not about football being more important than you. because it isn't. it never will be.

jobe: but about me expecting you to just keep understanding without actually checking how you're coping with all of this.

he swallowed. his chest felt tight. he kept typing.

jobe: i heard your frustration, but i don't think i actually listened to it until after we'd hung up.

jobe: you weren't asking me to stop playing football. you were asking me to stop making you feel like you always come second.

he read the messages over three times.

your phone buzzed. you stared at the notification. your heart immediately started racing. you opened it slowly. reading every word. twice. three times. your eyes began to sting. another message appeared before you could answer.

jobe: i'm not expecting you to forgive me straight away. i just couldn't go to sleep knowing the last thing i said to you sounded like i didn't care. because i do. probably more than i'm good at showing sometimes.

you swallowed hard. your fingers hovered above the keyboard. stopped. started again. deleted. started again. finally, you replied.

you: i'm sorry too.

he answered almost instantly.

jobe: don't apologize for telling me how you feel.

you smiled sadly.

you: i still shouldn't have snapped.

three dots appeared. disappeared. appeared again.

jobe: can i tell you something honestly?

you: always.

another pause. longer this time.

jobe: when you said it felt like you got whatever football left behind

jobe: that genuinely broke my heart.

your chest tightened.

jobe: because that's the exact opposite of the boyfriend i want to be.

you bit your lip. tears threatening again.

you: i know you don't mean to make me feel like that.

his reply came almost immediately.

jobe: i don't.

you: i know.

jobe: but intentions don't really matter if i've still made you feel it.

you stared at those words. he'd understood. really understood.

you tucked your knees against your chest on the sofa, typing slowly.

you: i don't need you every second of every day, jobe.

you: i know football comes first sometimes. it has to.

you: i just miss you.

the read receipt appeared. then... nothing. almost a full minute passed. you wondered if you'd said something wrong. then, his reply finally arrived.

jobe: i miss you all the time.

jobe: even when i'm surrounded by people.

jobe: that's the stupid part.

jobe: i can be in a dressing room with twenty lads and still wish i was sitting on your sofa instead.

you laughed quietly through your tears. another message followed.

jobe: i just get caught up in everything. training. travelling. recovery. and then i look up and realize i haven't actually been present with the person i love.

your vision blurred. you pressed call. he answered before the first ring had even finished.

"...hi." his voice sounded softer than it had all day.

"...hi."

for a few seconds neither of you spoke. just listening to each other breathe. finally, he broke the silence.

"...i hated ending the call like that."

"me too."

"...i kept picking my phone up. writing messages. deleting them."

you smiled faintly. "i figured."

he laughed quietly. "...you know me too well."

"i do."

he sighed. "...can i explain where my head was at?"

"yeah."

"i'd been at the training ground since half seven. then media. then meetings, and by the time i rang you..." he rubbed a hand across his forehead. "...i was already frustrated with myself for cancelling. then when you said football gets the best version of me..." he paused. "...i think i heard criticism instead of hurt."

you nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "...i wasn't criticizing you."

"i know now."

"i just..." your voice cracked slightly. "...wanted one evening with you."

he closed his eyes. "...i know." another silence. then, "...you deserved that... i love football." he admitted quietly. "...it's my dream... but you're my life."

your breathing caught.

he continued. "...football finishes one day... i don't want us to."

you wiped your eyes. "...you're making it very difficult to stay annoyed."

he laughed properly for the first time all evening. "...good."

"i'm still a little annoyed."

"fair enough."

"i've earned that."

"you definitely have."

"i know."

he grew quiet again. "...can i make it up to you?"

you smiled. "how?"

"i've got tomorrow afternoon off. no training. phone staying in my pocket. you choose everything. where we go, what we eat, what we do. i'll even watch one of those terrible reality shows you like."

you gasped dramatically. "love island?"

he groaned. "i knew you'd say that."

you laughed. "you offered."

"i did."

"...regretting it already."

the conversation drifted into easier territory after that. you talked for another hour. about nothing important. about everything important. he told you stories from training. you told him about your day. he apologized again. you accepted. not because the conversation magically erased what happened. but because it showed you both cared enough to fix it.

the next afternoon, true to his word, he showed up at your apartment carrying takeaway coffees and a paper bag from your favorite bakery. the second you opened the door, he looked at you for exactly half a second before pulling you into the tightest hug he'd given you in weeks.

"...missed you." he mumbled into your hair.

you smiled against his chest. "...it's been one day."

"...felt longer." he didn't let go. instead he somehow hugged you tighter.

"...jobe."

"yeah?"

"...i can't breathe."

he laughed immediately. "...sorry." he loosened his grip by approximately one centimeter.

you looked up at him. "...that wasn't much better."

"...better than nothing."

you rolled your eyes affectionately. "...you're clingy."

"a little."

"...a little?"

he shrugged. "might've spent all night wishing i was here."

later, the two of you ended up curled together on your sofa. half watching television. half talking. his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your legs thrown across his lap.

"...i've been thinking." he said after a while.

you looked up. "dangerous."

he smiled. "very funny."

"i know."

he gently traced circles across the back of your hand. "...next time we're annoyed... can we promise something?"

"depends."

"...we don't hang up angry."

you looked at him. really looked at him. the sincerity in his expression made your chest ache. "i'd like that."

"...even if we need ten minutes, or half an hour... we come back." he squeezed your hand. "because i don't ever want silence to do more damage than the argument itself."

you nodded. "i promise."

he smiled. "i promise too."

before you even realized he was moving, he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead. then another against your temple. another against your cheek.

you laughed. "...how many apologies are you planning?"

he grinned. "...quite a few.

"i've accepted it already."

"i know... still making up for it."

you shook your head, smiling. "...you really are impossible."

"yeah." he rested his forehead against yours. "...but i'm your impossible."

you smiled. "...you are."

and somehow the fight you'd both been convinced would leave cracks between you, ended up doing the opposite. because sometimes love wasn't about never arguing. it was about choosing each other again. after every difficult conversation, and as jobe held you a little tighter than usual, like he was making up for every minute of yesterday's silence, you realized you'd choose him. every single time.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo @kxienverse

[djovulating]

𑣲.𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

minors dni, 18+

₊⊹ contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, clingy jude, emotional vulnerability, sub!jude dom!reader, smut, oral(male receiving), cuddles, post match comfort, lots of physical affection

₊⊹ summary: after a painful loss leaves jude emotionally drained, all he wants when he gets back to the hotel is you.

₊⊹ an: first time writing smut guys i'll get better i promise😭

some losses stay on the pitch. others follow you all the way home. you can always tell which kind of match it's been before jude even walks through the hotel room door.

the wins are obvious. he comes in tired, sure, but lighter somehow. he'll throw his boots into the corner, flop dramatically onto the bed, replay funny moments from the dressing room, complain about whoever nearly tackled his ankle off, then ask if you're hungry before you've even had a chance to say hello.

draws are somewhere in the middle. he overthinks for a little while, watches clips back on his phone, then eventually lets himself switch off.

losses... losses are different. losses make him quiet. they settle over him like heavy rain clouds, following him long after the stadium empties.

today had been one of those matches. you'd watched from the family section. watched ninety eight exhausting minutes of football where nothing seemed to go right. every chance was inches away. every rebound landed for the other team. every decision felt frustrating. when the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted. not for your side.

you watched jude stand in the middle of the pitch for a second longer than everyone else. hands on his hips. head tilted towards the grass. he barely moved. one of his teammates patted his shoulder as they walked past. another wrapped an arm around him briefly before heading towards the tunnel. jude eventually followed. but his shoulders looked heavier than when he'd walked out before kick off.

the post match routine always takes longer after defeats. media. recovery. meetings. the coach talking through mistakes while everyone's still emotionally exhausted.

you've learnt not to text him too much during that time. instead, you send one message.

you: i'm back at the hotel. take your time. i love you. ❤️

he doesn't reply. not immediately. you don't expect him to.

it's almost an hour and a half later when you hear the hotel room door unlock. you look up from the sofa. he steps inside quietly. training kit replaced with a grey hoodie and matching sweatpants. a backpack hanging from one shoulder. his headphones around his neck. he looks tired. not physically. emotionally.

his eyes meet yours for half a second, then he quietly drops his bag onto the floor. "...hi." his voice is softer than usual.

"hi." you smile gently. "come here."

normally, he'd make some sarcastic comment first. something about earning the hug. or asking if you'd missed him. today, he doesn't say anything. he simply walks straight over to you. the second he's close enough, he wraps both arms around you. tightly. so tightly you actually rock backwards slightly.

his face disappears into the side of your neck. you immediately slide your arms around his waist. holding him just as firmly. neither of you speaks. he just stands there. breathing. his shoulders slowly relaxing underneath your hands. you gently run your fingers through the back of his hair. the way you know he likes after difficult matches.

"...i've got you." you whisper.

he nods against your shoulder. "...i know."

you stay like that for what feels like forever. the room is silent apart from the quiet hum of the air conditioning. eventually, he speaks. voice muffled against your neck. "...we were rubbish."

you smile sadly. "i don't think that's true."

he lets out a tired sigh. "...didn't feel like ourselves."

you don't argue. instead, you simply keep rubbing slow circles across his back. "...that's better."

he murmurs quietly. "what is?"

"...this."

he squeezes you again. "...been thinking about this hug since halftime."

you can't help smiling. "...really?"

"yeah." he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes are tired. slightly red around the edges. "...just wanted to come back to you."

your heart aches.

he finally lets go enough for you both to sit down. well, sort of. you sit on the sofa. he immediately sits beside you. then, without asking, rests his head in your lap.

you laugh softly. "...comfortable?"

"very." he closes his eyes. "...don't move."

"i wasn't planning on it."

you begin gently running your fingers through his curls. he lets out the quietest sigh. one that almost sounds relieved. "...that's nice."

"i know."

"...no." he smiles faintly. "...really nice."

after a few minutes, he quietly starts talking. not because you ask. because he needs to. "...i keep replaying it." he says. "...that chance."

you know exactly which one. late in the second half. the shot that drifted just wide.

"...i should've buried it."

you gently scratch your nails against his scalp. "...maybe."

"...definitely."

"jude."

he opens one eye. "...yeah?"

"you're allowed to be disappointed, but you're not allowed to rewrite an entire match into one moment."

he stays quiet.

"...football doesn't work like that."

he sighs. "...wish it did." he turns slightly, looking up at you. "...can i be honest?"

"always."

"...i hate losing."

"i know."

"...like..." he searches for the right words. "...properly hate it. everyone says you learn from it. but straight after the whistle..." he laughs quietly without humor. "...i don't want lessons. i just want another ninety minutes."

your fingers pause briefly. "...i know."

he looks back up at the ceiling. "...feels like i've let everyone down."

"you haven't."

"...supporters, teammates, my family... you."

you immediately shake your head. "never."

he looks at you again. "...not even a little bit?"

"not even close." you gently cup the side of his face, making sure he's looking at you. "...do you know what i saw today?"

he shrugs slightly. "...i saw someone who didn't stop running. i saw someone trying until the final whistle. i saw someone walking around the pitch afterwards apologizing to supporters. i saw someone who cared."

his eyes soften.

"...that's all i saw."

he swallows. "...didn't see the missed chance?"

"i did. i also saw about a hundred things before it."

he goes quiet again. thinking. processing. you know this routine. he always needs time after defeats. time for the emotions to settle before logic catches up.

later that evening, rain taps softly against the hotel windows. the city lights blur outside. you've both changed into comfortable clothes. the television plays quietly in the background. neither of you is paying attention.

instead, you're both lying across the enormous hotel bed. or rather, you're lying comfortably. jude is practically glued to your side. one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. his head tucked against your shoulder. one leg thrown over yours.

you glance down. "...you alright there?"

he hums sleepily. "...mhm."

"you're attached to me."

"i know."

"...can't really move."

"good... i need you."

you laugh. "...clingy."

"a bit."

"just a bit?"

he tightens his grip slightly. "...more than a bit."

you gently stroke his arm. "...what's going on in that head?"

he takes a while to answer. "i'm just... needy... i want you so bad y/n."

you look down at him, really taking him in. "yeah...?"

he lets out a quiet whimper. one that only you ever heard. "please..."

you could feel a bulge pressing against your thigh. jude looked up at you expectantly.

"you're doing this to me..." he whimpers again.

you slowly slide your hand down to his sweatpants, dragging it over his visible need. he tensed under your touch. you slowly slide his sweatpants down, just enough to reveal his hard, aching dick. you start to stroke his dick slowly. his lips parted with a quiet, breathy sound. not quite a moan, but close.

his hips twitched upwards on instinct, a tiny thrust into your touch. as your hand started to move faster, each stroke sent sparks through him and he couldn’t stay quiet anymore. soft sounds escaped him, tiny gasps against your lips. his head falls slightly back into the pillow, and his hips started lifting on their own again, chasing your touch without thinking.

you lean down to kiss his neck, still keeping your strokes on him steady. jude practically arches off the bed. a choked, breathy noise escapes from his throat. his fingers dug into your shoulders on instinct, as he tipped his head to the side to give you better access. as you kept kissing his neck and stroking him, a quiet moan slipped out. then another. his breathing turned a little uneven, shallow gasps with each movement, his hands finding your hair to anchor himself.

"tell me how much you want this baby..." you whisper.

he answers with zero hesitation, voice shaky and thick with emotion, "so bad," he breathed. "i want this so fucking bad." then his hand tightened in your hair slightly, silently begging for more.

soft gasps turned into needy whimpers "y/n... please..." he lifted his hips as a louder moan escaped him. "fuck... please..."

you start kissing down his body. "please what jude? use your words for me."

he swallowed hard. his face flushed, but he didn't hesitate. "please don't stop..." he begged softly. "i need you... please..." he bites down on his bottom lip.

"how bad do you need me baby..."

"so bad it hurts," he admits in a whisper, voice cracking slightly. "i need you so much..."

you continued to kiss lower down his body until your lips hovered right where he wanted you most. jude fisted the sheets, squeezing them between his palms tightly. you lick his tip slowly, teasingly. a sharp moan tore out from him. his hips jerk up, chasing more contact.

you pull back slightly, watching him squirm. his eyes fly over to yours, dark and desperate, staring at you. a drop of sweat trickles down his temple.

his voice comes out needy and desperate "please..." he swallows and tries again. "baby...please..."

"cmon jude...use your words for me..."

he lets out a shaky exhale. "i want your mouth..." he whispers. "please suck me..."

"suck you where baby hmm?" you tease.

his lips parted. "suck my dick." he breathes, voice barely audible. "please baby..." he begs.

"mmm."

you slowly wrap your lips around him, warm and wet. a loud ragged moan rips from his throat, not holding back. it was too much for him. too good. his head falls back against the pillow with a soft thud, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. one of his hands flew to your hair, gripping it tightly. his hips twitches slightly in rhythm with you.

jude was completely lost in it, every suck, every flick of your tongue sent electric pulses through his entire body. his moans come out shakier now, soft, broken whimpers "oh...fuckk..."

you slowly start taking him deeper, changing the rhythm. one slow lick, then one fast. his back arches off the bed. his hips twitch, pushing himself deeper down your throat.

"baby...oh my god..." his eyes were glazed, lips were parted. he was completely gone. his fingers tighten in your hair as he lets out a helpless whimper. "f-fuck...i'm gonna..." but he didn't finish, just trailed off with wide eyes. he was close.

"keep talking baby."

his voice comes out broken. "i'm so close..." he admitted. "feels too good... i can't-" another moan cut him off as you sucked harder. he keeps trying to talk for you like you asked, but it was too hard to form words. "you're amazing... please don't stop..."

his body tenses completely, muscles locking up, and his hips lifted again. a choked high pitched whimper escaped him as he came. hard. wave after wave of pleasure crash over him, uncontrollable and overwhelming.

you swallow it quickly then pull away.

he reaches up gently and pulls you up with shaky hands, kissing your lips softly.

"you did so good baby..." you whisper "i love you."

he pants, still dazed from what just happened. "i love you more..." he grows quiet again. then suddenly asks, "...will you play with my hair?"

you grin. "...that needy?"

"very."

"i thought so." you immediately thread your fingers through his curls. gently scratching his scalp. his eyes flutter closed within seconds.

"...blimey." he murmurs. "...gonna fall asleep."

"i noticed."

"...keep going."

"i already am."

"i know... just making sure."

after another few minutes, his breathing slows. the room falls silent once more. outside, the rain continues falling. inside, the disappointment of the match hasn't disappeared. it probably won't until tomorrow. maybe even the day after. football has always been like that. wins feel wonderful. losses linger. but tucked beneath the blankets with his arms wrapped around you, your fingers lazily combing through his hair, and your heartbeat steady beneath his ear... jude realizes something. the result hadn't changed. the score line still hurt. he'd still replay the missed chances in his head before falling asleep.

but somehow, they didn't feel quite as heavy anymore. because every time football reminded him how cruel it could be, you reminded him there was still somewhere he didn't have to earn love.

he presses one final sleepy kiss against your shoulder. "thank you... love you." his voice is barely above a whisper.

you smile into his hair. "...love you more."

he lets out a tiny, content laugh. "...not possible."

and for the first time since the final whistle, he finally lets himself fall asleep.

req by: brunomarslover123

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo

[djovulating]

𑣲.𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃⋆˚࿔ ʲᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍʰᵃᵐ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

₊⊹ contains: fluff, established relationship, domestic moments, comfort, period care, protective jude

₊⊹ summary: after noticing you're unusually quiet and snappy all morning, jude quietly pieces together what's wrong and decides to take care of everything before you even have to ask.

the apartment feels unusually quiet. normally, sunday mornings are your favorite. no alarms. no schedules. no rushing out of the door with coffee in one hand and your shoes in the other. just slow mornings. breakfast together. music playing softly from the speaker in the kitchen. jude making pancakes that always end up slightly uneven because he refuses to measure anything. you teasing him about it while stealing pieces straight from the pan.

today none of that happens. instead, you're curled up on the sofa underneath a blanket, scrolling mindlessly through your phone without actually taking in anything on the screen. your lower stomach aches. your back hurts. your head feels heavy. everything is annoying. the blanket isn't sitting right. the room is too warm. then too cold. your hair feels wrong. the sunlight coming through the windows somehow feels offensive. you know you're being irrational. that only makes it more frustrating.

from the kitchen, jude glances over at you for what feels like the tenth time in five minutes. something's off. normally by now you'd already be wandering into the kitchen to steal pieces of fruit while pretending you weren't hungry. today, you haven't moved.

he walks over with two mugs of coffee, setting yours carefully on the coffee table. "morning."

you hum quietly. "morning."

he sits beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "how'd you sleep?"

"...fine."

the answer is short. much shorter than usual. he notices immediately.

"just fine?"

you shrug. "yeah."

"...alright." he doesn't push. instead, he reaches for the television remote. "want me to put something on?"

"i don't care."

"...anything?"

"i said i don't care." the words come out sharper than you intended. the second they leave your mouth, regret follows immediately.

jude blinks. "...okay." he says it gently. not offended. just a little confused. "i'm sorry."

you mumble after a second. "don't apologize."

he smiles softly. "just checking."

half an hour later, he finds you standing in front of the open fridge. staring blankly inside.

"...you looking for something?"

"i don't know." you sigh dramatically. "i want food."

"right."

"...but nothing looks nice."

he nods thoughtfully. "that's a difficult situation."

"it really is."

"you'll survive."

"i don't know if i will."

he smiles to himself. "...bit dramatic."

you look at him, completely serious. "i'm being serious."

"i know." he chuckles quietly. "i can tell."

he offers to make breakfast. you say yes. then no. then maybe. then tell him you're not hungry. five minutes later, you steal half his toast.

"i thought you weren't hungry."

"i'm not."

he raises an eyebrow. "...you're eating my breakfast."

"i'm helping."

"by reducing the amount of food available?"

"exactly."

he laughs. "sound logic."

an hour passes. you're lying on the sofa again. wrapped in the same blanket. watching the same episode of a show you've already seen three times.

jude joins you, carefully sitting beside you. "...can i ask you something?"

you nod.

"are you upset with me?"

your eyes immediately widen. "what?"

"i've just been thinking." he scratches the back of his neck. "you're really quiet... then you're snapping at me, and you've stolen my toast."

you almost smile. "i did steal your toast."

"you absolutely did." he nudges your foot gently with his. "did i do something?"

your heart sinks a little. "...no."

"you're sure?"

"yeah."

"promise?"

"i promise."

he studies your face for another second. then, his eyes drift down towards the hot water bottle tucked under the blanket. you hadn't even realized you'd grabbed it earlier.

he looks back up. "...oh."

you blink. "...oh?"

he smiles softly. "...hang on."

your cheeks immediately warm.

"ohhhhh." he gets it. your mood. the blanket. the hot water bottle. the fact you'd complained your back hurt when you got out of bed. the way you'd been rubbing your stomach absent mindedly all morning.

he doesn't make a big deal out of it. doesn't tease you. doesn't even mention it directly. he simply reaches over. resting the back of his hand gently against your forehead.

"you alright?"

you sigh. "...not really."

"bad?"

you nod. "everything hurts."

"cramps?"

"yeah."

"headache?"

"mhm."

"back?"

you nod again. "i feel like someone's trying to fold me in half."

he winces sympathetically. "...that's rubbish."

"it is."

he brushes his thumb gently across your hand. "have you got everything you need?"

you think for a second. "...i think i'm out."

"out of what?"

"...pads."

he nods once. "anything else?"

"i don't know."

"you sure?"

you shrug. "i'm fine."

he smiles knowingly. "...that's not what i asked."

you laugh quietly through your nose. "i'll live."

he stands. "i'll be back."

you frown. "...where are you going?"

"shop."

"you don't have to."

"i know."

"...jude."

he leans down, kissing the top of your head. "i want to."

before you can argue again, he's already grabbing his keys.

the supermarket is surprisingly busy. jude pushes a basket down the aisles. quietly talking to himself. "right." he mutters. "don't mess this up."

he pulls his phone out, opens your messages, starts typing.

jude: what brand do you usually get?

he stares. then deletes it. "...nah." he wants it to be a surprise.

instead, he walks towards the period care aisle. immediately stopping. "...blimey."

there are... far more options than he'd expected. different colors. different sizes. different brands. different boxes. he stands there for almost a full minute. completely overwhelmed. an older woman reaches for something beside him. he clears his throat awkwardly. "...sorry."

she smiles kindly. "first time buying them?"

he laughs sheepishly. "...is it that obvious?"

"a little."

he rubs the back of his neck. "my girlfriend."

"ah." she nods. "what does she normally use?"

"...that's an excellent question."

ten minutes later, thanks to the very helpful stranger, his basket somehow contains: the right pads. painkillers. a heating patch. two different types of chocolate. strawberries. her favorite fizzy drink. ice cream. chips. biscuits. a fluffy pair of socks because they reminded him of you, and a small bouquet of yellow flowers. not because flowers fix cramps, because he knew they'd make you smile.

when he gets home, you're exactly where he left you. still on the sofa. still wrapped like a burrito.

you hear the front door. "...hi." you call weakly.

"i'm back." he appears carrying far more shopping bags than any one person should reasonably need.

you blink. "...why have you bought the entire supermarket?"

he grins. "come look."

"i physically can't move."

"dramatic."

"i literally feel like i'm dying."

he laughs. "fair."

he brings everything over to the coffee table. one item at a time.

your eyes widen with every bag. "...jude."

he places the chocolate down. then the chips. then the strawberries. then the fizzy drink. then the fluffy socks.

"...why are there flowers?"

he shrugs. "they looked like you."

your heart melts. "...what does that even mean?"

"i don't know." he laughs. "they were yellow."

"...and?"

"...you make things brighter."

you stare at him. "...that was smooth."

he points at himself proudly. "i've got my moments."

finally, he quietly places the box of pads on top. "i asked a woman in the shop."

you immediately laugh. "you what?"

"i had absolutely no idea what i was doing." he admits. "i was stood there looking completely lost... she rescued me."

"i love that."

"i nearly bought the wrong ones."

"you probably would've."

"definitely."

you look across everything he'd bought. the table is completely covered. your eyes sting unexpectedly.

"...hey." he notices immediately. "what's wrong?"

you shake your head. "nothing."

"...you're crying."

"i'm not."

"you definitely are."

a tear escapes anyway, you wipe it away quickly. "i just..." you laugh softly. "...this is really nice."

he sits beside you again. "course it is."

"i know it's just shopping."

he immediately shakes his head. "nah. it's looking after someone." he gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "...you'd do exactly the same for me."

"i would."

"i know."

you lean sideways until your head rests against his shoulder. "...thank you."

"you don't have to thank me."

"i want to."

he wraps an arm around you automatically. "you spend half your life looking after me. through injuries, after bad matches, when i'm stressed." he kisses the side of your head. "let me return the favor every now and then."

the rest of the afternoon passes slowly. he makes you tea. fills your hot water bottle again before it gets cold. puts on your favorite comfort film without asking. lets you steal almost the entire tub of ice cream.

only complaining dramatically once. "you've had about ninety percent of it."

"i'm sharing."

"you've left me one spoonful."

"i'm generous."

he laughs. "clearly."

halfway through the film, another cramp hits. you visibly tense. jude notices immediately. without saying anything, he reaches for your hand. gently rubbing slow circles across the back of it. waiting until the pain eases.

"...better?"

"a little."

"anything else i can do?"

you think. "...cuddle me."

he smiles. "easy."

he shifts slightly, opening his arms. you immediately move closer, resting your head against his chest while he pulls the blanket around both of you. the heating patch he'd picked up earlier has taken the edge off the pain. his heartbeat is slow beneath your cheek. steady. comforting. he absent mindedly plays with your hair while the film continues in the background. neither of you is really watching anymore.

"...jude?"

"yeah?"

"...you're really good at this."

he looks down. "at what?"

"looking after people."

he smiles softly. "i've had good teachers."

"you have?"

"mom." he says simply. "she always notices when something's wrong before anyone says anything."

you smile. "that sounds familiar."

he chuckles. "guess i've picked it up."

you close your eyes, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing. the apartment feels warm. safe. outside, rain begins tapping softly against the windows. inside, everything feels still.

"...next month." he says after a while.

you hum sleepily.

"i'm putting a reminder in my phone."

you open one eye. "...for what?"

"period week."

you burst into laughter. "...you're joking."

"i'm serious."

"why?"

"so i can stock up on chocolate before the supermarket sells out."

you shake your head. "that's ridiculous."

"prepared."

"obsessive."

"organised."

you laugh again. "i love you." the words slip out naturally.

without thinking, he smiles immediately. "i love you too." he presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. "...even when you steal my breakfast."

you grin against his hoodie. "i'll probably do it again."

"i know... still gonna make you toast next sunday."

"...even if i steal half of yours?"

he laughs quietly. "...i'll just make double."

and somehow, between the oversized blanket, the melted ice cream, the flowers sitting in a vase on the coffee table, and a supermarket receipt that was far longer than it needed to be, one of the worst days of the month became one of your favorite days with him.

not because the cramps disappeared. they didn't. not because he magically fixed everything. he couldn't. but because he never once tried to make your pain seem small. instead, he simply sat beside you through it. and somehow, that made carrying it feel a whole lot lighter.

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo

[djovulating]

wait I just asked for sub jude but never mentioned the word smut. I meant to say overly submissive jude smut. THANK YOU SO MUCH

yess it'll be up in a day or two bare with me i've never written smut before😭🙏

ok wrote it faster than i expected! here

[djovulating]

please can we have more sub jude PLEASE JUST MAKE HIM SO SUBMISSIVE PLEASE that's all I ask. btw ur writing is so wonderful I dream about it every day. it's the most exciting part of my day.🥹🥹💕💕💕

hiii omg thank you this is so sweet and ofc i'll try!!💕💕

[loudmissy]

hii can you write one where jude and the reader have like a toddler and they're all at the beach together i feel like it would acc be adorbs

Pairing → Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary → A peaceful beach day turns into one of Jude's favorite memories. Just you, Jude and your little daughter

A/N → I'm sorry if this sounds contrived. I tried, but for the past few days I've had a terrible tooth and gum problem. It's causing me to lose sleep, constantly cry from the pain, and I'm taking two or three painkillers every day. I have an urgent dentist appointment on Monday, and I hope I'll be back safe and sound. Hope you like it 💖

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, I translated it using Google translate

The morning sun had only just begun to warm the sand when they spread out a large blanket a few steps away from the shoreline. No crowds, no paparazzi, no phones ringing every few minutes, no interviews waiting on the other side of the screen

Just the sound of the waves, children laughing somewhere in the distance and seagulls circling above the water

Jude stretched with a quiet sigh before lying back on the blanket “I forgot how nice this feels”

You smiled at him while rubbing sunscreen onto your shoulders “hmm?”

He turned his head toward the sea “Doing absolutely nothing. No training, no plans. Just you, me and our little—” He didn't get to finish

“Mommy! Daddy!” Tiny feet ran across the sand before their little daughter stopped in front of them with both hands full of seashells

“Look what I found!” She held her hands out proudly.

A few shells immediately slipped from her fingers and landed on the blanket “This one is for you Mommy!” She handed you the smallest pale shell and then she turned to Jude “And this one is for Daddy!”

Jude accepted it as if she had just given him the greatest treasure in the world “Oh...”

He pressed the shell against his chest “This is the prettiest shell I've ever been given”

Your daughter giggled and covered her mouth with both hands “Really?”

“Really” He carefully slipped it into the pocket of his swim shorts “I'm going to carry it with me all day”

You watched the two of them with a smile

“Daddy, daddy come on! Let's build a sandcastle!” Jude looked at you as if asking whether he had any choice

You just simply smiled “Go on. Your little architect is waiting”

—

A few minutes later Jude was sitting on the wet sand, carefully building a sandcastle.

Or at least trying to because every time he finished another tower, your daughter happily patted it with her little hand until it collapsed back into the sand

“Oh no...” Jude groaned dramatically “Again?”

She looked at him with the most innocent face she could manage

You couldn't help but laugh “I think she's doing it on purpose”

“I can't believe my own daughter is sabotaging me”

Their little girl climbed onto his lap and gently patted his cheek “ love you Daddy”

Jude instantly stopped pretending to be upset but he wrapped one arm around her and smiled “How am I supposed to be mad now?”

—

By the afternoon, the sun had grown much warmer

Their daughter stood at the edge of the water holding Jude's finger

Every time a small wave rolled toward the shore she squealed with excitement and ran a few steps backward Jude ran with her every single time

You sat a little farther away holding the small family camcorder they had used for months to capture their favorite memories together “Watch out! Another wave is coming!”

“Daddy, run!”

“Oh no! Everybody run!”

The two of them burst into laughter and ran together. The wave stopped just a few inches before reaching their feet

Their daughter looked back at the ocean “It didn't catch us!”

Jude leaned down and whispered like it was a secretm “That's because we're faster than the water!”

They high-fived each other as if they had just won the biggest race in the world

—

As the sun slowly began to disappear behind the horizon, the three of them sat back down on the blanket

Their daughter exhausted after a full day of playing, curled up between them

There were still tiny grains of sand on her cheeks and the sea breeze kept blowing strands of her hair across her face

Jude gently tucked one strand behind her ear. For a long moment he simply looked at her

He didn't have to say anything

His smile said it all

A moment later he looked at you “I think this was my favorite day in a very long time”

You laughed softly as you stroked your daughter's cheek “Nothing special even happened today”

Jude shook his head “That's exactly why” He looked back at their little girl who was slowly falling asleep with her head resting on his shoulder “One day she'll probably forget about these seashells... the sandcastle... running away from the waves”

He gently intertwined his fingers with yours “But I hope she'll always remember how deeply she was loved”

You looked at him, gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled “I love you”

©loudmissy this story is my original writing. Please do not copy, translate or claim it as your own without my permission. Thank you for respecting my work ♡

TAGLIST: @bambawkapow @random34674

[djovulating]

𑣲. 𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜

₊⊹ jobe bellingham x gf!reader random texts

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo

[djovulating]

queen!!! I loved the jude texts you did, could you please do the same for jobe?

ofc i can!! i'll work on it now!!

[djovulating]

𑣲. 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜

₊⊹ jude bellingham x annoyedgf!reader

tags: @writtenbychrissturniolo