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welcome to my tumblr ! this is my main writing account for now. i have lots of accounts but ive been meaning to start up this account, so hi guys !!!
ABOUT ME
you guys can call me ysa! im filo + 8teen, my pronouns are she/her, timezone is PST (pacific standard time), & i recently started using tumblr again due to the world cup hehe.
MORE ABOUT ME
my favorite musical artists at the moment are pinkpantheress & olivia rodrigo. i like to play roblox (yes at my grown age), tennis, & read lots of romance books. im currently learning spanish and ive been in choir since i was 9 !
ABOUT MY BLOG
as you can tell, i adore jobe & writing so why not mix the two together? since im 18, i dont mind writing anything nsfw but we'll go over my request rules soon. i hope to be consistent in posting, as writing is my creative outlet, but sometimes the fuse shortens & i get caught up in life so bear with me.
(SPECIFIC) PEOPLE/CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR
jobe & jude bellingham, jaafar & michael jackson, hamzah & martin (slushies rise !), england team (i can do my research & try...), skyler gisondo, bunch of friends, peter parker & spiderman (any variant), megumi fushiguro, neville longbottom, howl pendragon (studio ghibli), felix facilier (wicked wonderland) + more coming soon !
SHOWS/MOVIES/GAMES I WILL WRITE FOR
never have i ever (yes, the netflix series. i can do any character), the mighty ducks (the whole trilogy !), the sandlot (leaning towards benny), challengers (movie), anime (jjk, bleach, mha, name it & i'll see what i can do !), dispatch (literally every character as well), scream 6 (full cast yuuup), stranger things (full cast as well :eyes:), mickey 17/18, 4TOWN (im not ashamed), harry potter & percy jackson (yes almost every single character), + more to come !
REQUEST INFO
requests are currently open! here are my rules though.
i dont write rape, pedophilia, incest, or anything i find relatively disgusting for anyone & especially not for minors.
but i will write fluff or platonic oneshots. i can definitely write angst ! i'll also do comfort after if wanted.
im not big on headcanons, but those can be done as well if requested.
i'll do my best to fulfill requests frequently & to the best of my abilities. anywho, i think that's it ! i'll pin this post for reference & edit if needed.
hi can you do a jobe x reader fic where they’re dating and they’re hanging out watching a movie then eventually like yk do it but rather than being rough they’re gentle and ask each other to like hug or hold hands on yknow during it ( im sorry if this is weird I just have a vision but I can execute it myself )
here you gooooo ! i hope this is alright, im not the best when it comes to smut LOL. and no worries, smut is absolutely fine when requesting fics for 18+.
summary: a sex scene interrupts your 'netflix & chill' sesh with jobe.
pairing: jobe bellingham x reader
warnings: fluff + smut, established relationship, first time, safe!sex, fingering, pinv, pet names (angel, baby, love), no use of y/n
(1) a/n: im not really confident when it comes to writing smut, so i apologize if this is lowk buns... both reader & jobe are virgins, i'd say jobe just did his research LOL
You set up your laptop, logged into Jobe's netflix of course, atop your bed and went into the movie section.
Your hone buzzed in the pocket of your shorts, Jobe's text lighting up your dimly lit room.
jobe 💕: doordash is here. open up
Jobe was outside, two milkshakes in hand as he waited for you to open the door. Taking one last look in the mirror to fix your hair, you skipped to the front of your house to collect your 'doordash'.
"Hey! Are you..." You looked at your phone jokingly, pretending to verify your doordashers name. "Joob?" You squinted at him, observing the way his smile widened to reveal his teeth.
There he was, Jobe Bellingham, an absolute angel. His hair was still a bit damp, and he wasn't wearing his kit nor his boots. He was fresh out of the shower after a long practice.
"Oi very funny. What're we watching tonight?" He took off his shoes before entering and locking the door, but not forgetting to plant a kiss on your forehead.
"Haven't found the one yet. Any suggestions?" You led Jobe over to your room, the comfortable atmosphere beginning to calm his senses.
He set the milkshakes down on two coasters on top of your bedside table. "Ah..." Jobe put a finger on his chin, removing his jacket as you cozied up in bed. "We haven't seen Mr. & Mrs. Smith yet, yeah?"
You shook your head, making space for him to join you. "They're removing it in a bit, we might as well watch." Jobe nodded in agreement and wrapped his left arm around your waist. "Let's get to it."
"I'm confused. This bloke can't just work with her, or leave her alone, change his identity, and move to a different country?" Jobe questioned, finishing the last of his milkshake. The movie wasn't as simple as it seemed.
You yawned. "I mean, they needed some way to build tension." You shrugged, a bit too soon; because as you said tension, the two on the laptop began to settle their differences... intimately.
First, Jobe's hold around your waist went from light to firm. You looked up at him, your breath hitching as you noticed the shade of his flushed face.
He was looking at the scene, speechless and taken aback. It was as if he had never seen a sex scene before.
Then began your movement. You shifted around in place, slightly rubbing your thighs together subconsciously. You tapped your fingers against Jobe's chest, gently feeling how defined he was under the fabric of his shirt.
Jobe swallowed nervously, noticing your attempt at receiving friction. "You alright, angel?" His voice was low as he massaged your side with his thumb. "We can skip anything you don't wanna watch,"
You halted your movement, looking up at him. "Actually," Jobe's tired eyes were burning into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and fueling your craving.
"I think... I need you." You leaned up, whispering in his ear. Jobe gasped lowly, his breathing uneven.
"Are you sure?" He held his hand over the top of the laptop, pushing down to close it. You avoided his gaze, which caused Jobe to pick your head up by your chin. "Angel, you really need to use your words when it comes to this." He frowned. He wouldn't regret anything in the morning, but he just wanted to ensure you wouldn't either.
You took a deep breath. "I'm sure." Your fingers went up to graze his hand, which moved to your cheek.
Jobe pressed a kiss against your cheek, then he peppered some more on your neck.
"Jobe!" You laughed, adjusting to stradle his hips for more access. You squirmed around on his lap as he nipped and sucked on your skin. "Does that tickle?" Jobe murmured, now looking at your face.
You didn't speak and instead moved in, eyes fluttering shut, to let your passion answer. You had one hand tangled in his tight curls, the other hand on the nape of his neck.
Then his tongue came into the picture, exploring your mouth. Jobe tasted sweet, like the milkshake he had finished earlier. Your tongues danced together, not being too rough with one another despite how desperate you both felt.
You could hear your own heartbeat pounding recklessly in your eardrums, traveling down to your core. In the need to friction, you mindlessly grinded on your boyfriend, who absolutely noticed this.
Jobe groaned, his fingers curling tighter around your waist before roaming down to the waistband of your shorts. He pulled his head back. "This alright?" Your eyes opened, face flushed. His pupils were dilated and his lips were swollen, only turning you on further.
"Mhm," You nodded, continuing to slide back and forth atop his hardening length. As you felt his hand slide past your panties and feel your slick, you couldn't help but shudder. "Here?" Jobe kissed your nose. "I can feel your need, angel."
He moved his hand up, deciding to familiarize himself. Jobe's fingers rubbed at your sensitive clit; the simple stimulation emitting a moan from your throat and the craving for more.
Your hands travelled down to his chest, clutching his shirt with pleasure. "Feels good..." You mumbled. "Yeah?" Jobe whispered by your ear, his cock only growing harder with you rocking on his lap. "I need more. Please." You whined, head against his shoulder as he played with your clit. "Soon, baby." He hushed you, kissing the top of your head.
His fingers returned to your wetness, pumping his middle finger in and out, as if testing something. Your cries were louder now, eyes shut. "Angel, you can take two. I believe in you." Jobe removed his hand which laid on your hip to smooth your hair soothingly, to which you nodded.
Jobe continued to move two fingers in and out of your pussy, prepping you softly. "God, Jobe," You uttered, your grip on the fabric of his shirt tightening. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “You’re right baby,” He pressed another kiss to your forehead.
“I need it faster, please.” You pleaded with staggered breathing, the pace of his digits speeding up with fervor. “Anything for you angel,” He’d watch the way your eyes slightly rolled back, back arching out of sheer pleasure.
As your boyfriend worked you open, you felt yourself approach the moment of climax, clenching around his fingers tighter. Your arousal was like a bucket filling up with water, nearly spilling now as it neared the edge. “Let go for me.” Jobe moved his thumb to put pressure on your clit, still sensitive as ever.
You’d call out his name, a state of ecstasy overwhelming your senses, thighs quivering with your release.
You collapsed onto Jobe’s chest completely. He would look down at you, brown eyes boring into yours whilst you came down from your high. “You still want me inside you?” He hummed and brought a hand up to wipe the sweat off your forehead. “Please…” You’d sit yourself up, moving off of his lap so he could remove his shirt and trousers.
Now on your back and bare, Jobe was above you holding your legs up; the only thing separating you from being filled were his boxers.
He’d look down at you, his gaze full of want, longing, consent “I’m ready for you.” Your eyes were glazed over as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders.
“I’ll be gentle, angel.” Jobe’s member sprung up with the removal of his boxers. The tip pink and already leaking pre-cum. He’d guide his cock, condom on, with his hand to align with your slick opening.
He’d push in inch by inch, the both of you exclaiming with bliss. “Fuck,” Jobe cursed, your tight walls engulf his throbbing cock just right. He’d move his hand, which was clutching the comforter beneath him, to hold yours.
“J-Jobe…” You mewled, and your legs began to close out of instinct. The stretch ached, even with the prep. "I'm sorry love. I know it hurts." Jobe refrained from moving his hips any further, allowing you to take it all in. "Deep breaths with me, yeah?" He'd coo, taking deep breaths for you to mimic.
You'd copy his breathing, 4 in and 4 out, to relax your heartrate. At this, your core ached a bit less. You felt the heat radiating off of his palms, your hair disheveled, the air around you two filled with lust and intoxicating.
"I'm gonna move now, is that alright angel?" He'd tighten his hold on your hand, to which you nodded. "Spread your legs a bit," Jobe's other hand kneading your thigh. "That's it... wider." He'd hum, planting kisses on your thighs.
You melted into his touch, whimpering softly as his length slid in further. "So warm," Jobe groaned. His large cock throbbed inside of you, bottoming out. Looking down, he was greeted by a beautiful image of you; your hair was arranged unintentionally elegant, the dark lighting failed to dim your radiance.
"You're so beautiful, angel," He moved his hips gently. Your back arched off of the covers and your eyes fluttered shut. "Faster," You managed to choke out shakily. "F-faster?" Jobe bit back a moan, but did as he as he was told, his thrust pace quickening.
You felt the veins of his dick as his cock disappeared into your body, and the loss of Jobe's length when he pulled out. The erotic noise of skin against skin filled the room, pushing you both further to the edge.
Jobe lowered his posture, holding you close now, even deeper. You could feel his tip delicately kiss your g-spot, causing you to cry out.
"Fuck, yes!" You'd whine, wrapping your arms around his neck as he fucked in and out of you, making sure to pull out all the way before plunging deep. Jobe began to worship your breasts now, sucking on the refined skin tenderly, as if you were a fragile glass angel he didn't want to break.
You rolled your hips against his feverishly. "T-think... I'm getting close!" You let out some more noises only Jobe could pull from your throat, feeling yourself arriving closer and closer to the edge. "Go ahead angel, cum on my cock. I need it." He'd whisper in your ear, moving his head back to look at your face which was lost in ecstacy.
He'd reach down, the hand not holding your hand moving to rub your clit. "C'mon baby, cum for me." His words didn't help you at all when it came to just ignoring your climax.
The coil tightened, tension growing, before it finally came down. You wailed, painting his cock nice and white.
"You were so good for me love," Jobe praised, eyes exhausted and his chest glistening with sweat. He set your legs down gently to grab a new set of clothes for you, which he'd place on the bed to go retrieve a damp cloth to wipe you down with.
In bed, the lights were fully off in your room as you laid on Jobe's chest, rising and falling. "... I'm sorry if this wasn't the first time you expected," You looked up at Jobe, shine from the moon illuminating his features. He'd look down at you, laughing low and rubbing shapes into the small of your back. "It was perfect, angel. As long as it was with you."
"... You're so corny." You'd giggle, tapping his nose with your finger. "What? I'm being serious!"
(2) a/n: hai guys !! esp hi to my anon that requested this <3. i really hope this did your vision justice, this is actually one of my first smuts im posting publicly haha... anywhooo more requests will go out soon !!! :-)
summary: you run into someone in the city of love. (i thought the pic of jobe was serving fashion mf)
pairing: jobe bellingham x (niche)microceleb!reader
warnings: fluff, drinking/partying (nothing too crazy though !), vomit (not described in detail, only the action of throwing up is used), no use of y/n
(1) a/n: here's part 2 ! alsooo my request status is included on my intro post, in case ur curious. | p.s. reader is 20, & olivia is 23. they kinda give sinjin drowning being friends with rachel zegler LOL
Your name continued to grow. Your Q&A video with wired was gaining the interest of the football community, and die-hard Jobe fans. But with your growing followers, you were beginning to qualify for big events which included Paris Fashion Week.
You and Olivia were seated in first class, dressed in her new album merch for the media (your idea).
The airplane just took off. "Prepare yourself for a long flight with 'Crazy Rich Asians'," Olivia stretched in her seat right across from you, adjusting her sleeping mask.
You sighed, reclining your seat. "Aside from the shows, what are you scheming?" You squinted at your friend. Something was brewing, you just don't know what.
"I dunno what you're talking about."
"You literally texted me to 'pack a fitty for getting litty'." You pointed at your phone and glared at her, despite her eye mask being fully worn. Olivia smiled. "I might've planned us a little girls night in the city of love."
You shook your head, grinning. "How sneaky of you,"
As the flight went on, you might've turned off airplane mode to look at instagram. "I really hope the plane doesn't crash, leaving Olivia and I to fend for ourselves..."
"What was that?" Olivia lifted up her sleeping mask.
"Nothin'!" You continued scrolling, until you came across a post from borussia dortmund which caught your attention.
It was a post specifically catered to Jobe fangirls. Typically, you wouldn't interact with such a slideshow which would change your feed drastically, but...
As you browsed through the post filled with pictures of Jobe, a slide with his toned arm caught you off guard. You couldn't help but think if the plane had crashed then and there, you wouldn't regret turning off airplane mode.
You liked the post before turning airplane mode back on, your phone off, and getting some rest before Paris.
When you and Olivia landed, communication wasn't the hard part; it was trying to leave the airport without losing a limb.
"Olivia! un autographe, s'il te plaît?"
"Je t'aime Liv! Bienvenue à Paris!"
"Olivia, tu vas à la Fashion Week?"
"Sorry, no time!" You and Olivia rushed through the crowd, booking it to the nearest taxi.
"Are you sure you're cool with me staying with you?" You stood in the doorway of the hotel room, luggage in hand. "Yeah totally!" Olivia hummed, taking off her shoes and falling onto the bed. "We just need to sleep off a couple hours... And by tonight, we'll be living it up." She yawned.
You giggled, dropping your bags on the floor of the room and locking the door. "Aye aye," You laid next to her in bed, sleep quickly taking over after such a long flight.
To your unknown luck, Jobe was also invited to Paris fashion week. What a coincidence.
By then, Jobe didn't think too much about your Q&A, having gotten no follow or no later news. "I think she was just being polite." Jobe sighed in front of the mirror whilst putting on his black button up, and looked over at Noah.
"Mate, you can follow her. You do know that, right?" Noah laid back in bed, reading 'The Doors of Perception'.
"I don't want to scare her or anything, you prick." Jobe smoothed out any lines on his shirt, slipping on his shoes.
Noah glanced over at his friend. "You're looking like the finest footballer I've ever seen," He teased, but quickly went back to reading when he noticed Jobe's glare in the mirror.
"Just hopin' to run into someone tonight." Jobe shrugged.
He grabbed his phone, the screen lighting up with instagram notifications.
jobefan676767: MORE JOBE X [READER] CONTENT ???? :happy:
sunshinelollipopsrainbows: my theory is they're both in paris rn... who saw the pics of olivia & [reader]?
messi_isking123: all of u r parasocial weirdos
pinkpantheresslover: soo when's the wedding? :eyes: :eyes: :eyes:
"And anyway, I don't think she was just being polite!" Noah shouted at Jobe. "It's all about perception!" The door shut loudly, leaving Noah to roll his eyes and continue reading.
After some well needed beauty sleep, you changed into the ideal partying outfit you packed. You pulled out the card of Jobe, which was still in your bag for some strange reason. You couldn't compel yourself to leave or rid of it, so you pocketed the card.
"Taxi's here!" Olivia called out.
So, you both spent your first official night in Paris dancing & drinking like all the other fashion week attendees.
The club was dimly lit, filled with lots of people just celebrating, enjoying the energy, or listening to the dj set on the dance floor.
You yelled to Olivia above the music. "I'll go get us some drinks!"
"Kay, I'll go find us a booth!" She nodded, the two of you splitting up.
You approached the bar with confidence, repeating in your head the names of the drinks. "Hi! Could I get one long island iced tea and one strawberry daiquiri?" You leaned on the counter of the bar, awaiting your drinks.
You had never had a long island iced tea before. Honestly, you never really drank alcohol like that. So ordering a pretty strong cocktail? Not very wise of you. But even so, you ordered another.
"Cheers!" You laughed, the glass clinking with Olivia's strawberry daiquiri before you both drank.
Just then, 'You Oughta Know' by Alanis Morissette began to play throughout the club.
Olivia gasped, holding your hand. "I love this song, we should dance!" She got up and pulled you toward the dance area, singing along to the song.
"You, you, you, oughta know!" You giggled and jumped around. The world was beginning to spin, causing you to stumble a bit.
Jobe looked down. "Woah!" You shut your eyes, bracing for impact but instead landing in his arms.
It was you in all of your glory.
The girl he had seen on his feed for weeks, who he was too afraid to follow.
"Please don't let me fall!" You held on tightly to his forearm, "...You're oddly strong." You mumbled, eyes still closed as your legs began to wrap around his lower half.
"Oddly?" Jobe grinned, scanning the room to look for Olivia, who was now sat at your booth. She looked frantic, her phone up to her ear; most likely calling you.
He was practically carrying you as he waddled over.
Olivia looked up, spotting you wrapped around the man. "There you are!" She looked relieved, now prying you off of him. "Liv— Stop tugging on me, it tickles!" You let go of Jobe, now laying your head down on the table of the booth in silence.
Jobe stared down at Olivia, who glanced at her phone, then back up at him. "... I'll pay you back if you could call us a cab?"
He looked down at his watch. "I drove here, actually. I can drop you guys off, if you're comfortable?" Jobe bit the inside of his cheek. He hated to come off like a creep.
"Really? Yeah— that'd actually be great."
You and Jobe were outside, waiting for Olivia to come out before leaving. You were still a bit dizzy, Jobe's hand on your waist only to prevent you from stumbling around. "I got'ya." He hummed in reassurance, keeping an eye out at night.
"Thanks."
A moment of silence passed, till you surged forward.
"I think I'm gonna be—"
Jobe rushed to your aid, holding you hair up as you vomited onto the pavement.
"Sick." You wiped your mouth with your arm, turning around to face the person now rubbing circles into your back.
Despite your current state, Jobe found himself smiling. This definitely wasn't the 'meet-cute' he dreamt about, but he was glad it was him next to you instead of someone else.
"... You're the guy." You blinked at him slowly.
"Excuse me?"
"The guy," You reached into your pocket, now pulling out his footballer card. "Him. You're this dude." You pointed at the face on the card, then reached up to feel his face.
The feelings returned to his stomach, stirring inside. "I'm 100% real." Jobe's smiled even bigger as his cheeks warmed up, his dimple now displayed. "You're 100% cute." You giggled, then lazily went to slap your knee. "I'm so hilarious..."
Olivia came back out with 6 bottles of water stuffed into her purse. "Sorry I took so long, the bartender just wouldn't give me 6 bottles of water." She shook her head, as if that was the dumbest refusal she had ever heard.
Your head was still buzzing by the time you woke up. You hadn't realized drinking two long island iced teas would give you this bad of a hangover.
"Good morning sleepyhead," Olivia was next to you in bed. She took a bite of her blueberry muffin.
You looked around, noticing a note on your nightstand alongside some vitamins and a cup of tea. "Read it." Olivia nudged you, a mischievious smile ghosting over her features.
The note read:
'Hey. I'm just gonna leave these for you when you wake up.' Jobe wrote, glancing over at your peaceful, sleeping face. 'Seriously take them, okay? I promise I'm not trying to poison you.' He chuckled to himself, 'Make sure Olivia has some vitamins too.'
You glanced at Olivia. "I already had some." She downed a cup of water after finishing her muffin.
'I'll see you at the show later, yeah? Sleep well.' Jobe tapped the pen against the paper, debating on one final touch.
'Love, Jobe Bellingham.'
While getting ready for the show, you anxiously dug through your luggage. "Liv, was I wearing my sunglasses yesterday?" You asked your friend, who was doing her hair in the bathroom. "Nope! You didn't need them, it was night time."
"Right. I might've just dropped them, or something."
At the show, you followed Olivia to your empty and reserved seats, which were across from...
"Oh look, it's him." Olivia tapped your shoulder, raising her eyebrows at you.
You glanced over at Jobe, only to find him wearing your very own sunglasses he had picked up off of the floor of your hotel room.
He grinned at you, lollipop stick moving as he mouthed a 'hey' to you, which you couldn't help but reciprocate.
(2) a/n: inbox temporarily closed, working on requests noww !!! and yes guys noah as in noah ohio... and no jobe didnt know you and liv were gonna go to the club, he just felt like having fun bc i mean... who wouldnt in paris ? ... i also felt the need to clarify that the drinking age in france is 18 years old, so technically no underage drinking. reader just cant handle her alcohol well, and therefore resulting in the events of this fic.
summary: while answering most asked questions on wired, you manage to tell a little secret.
pairing: jobe bellingham x (niche)microceleb!reader
warnings: no use of y/n
(1) a/n: yes olivia as in the queen olivia rodrigo. we love her around here... also ik u guys have seen the olivia x jude crossover edits on tiktok. i love their vibes
"Hi guys! I'm finally back from hiatus to do this very long awaited interview." You drummed your fingers against your knees. "Let's get started, shall we?"
You peeled the first white cover off of the board, reading it aloud. "... favorite song?"
"Hmm..." You put your finger on your chin, looking back at the camera. "Well, right now it's 'stupid song' by my very close and personal friend, Olivia! Love her, she's so extremely talented, and I just saw her recently too." You'd grin, looking back at the board to peel off the next white strip.
"... famous?" You scratched the back of your head awkwardly. You had been featured in YouTube videos for channels such as Slushy Noobz, TurtleWithHat, and in the back of a few Sinjin Drowning vlogs which helped you build an audience who actually cared to watch your posts.
You nodded. "I can most definitely be spotted in Nueva York with a drink in hand, or constantly on your tiktok for you page. I'm not exactly settled anywhere, so I'm not really famous in just one specific region," You smiled at the camera. "Next!"
You'd uncover the third search. "... carry on essentials?" You opened your purse, taking out a couple items.
"Always gotta have my keys, wallet, lipbalm, pepper spray, aaannnddd..." You'd continue to dig through the contents of the bag. "This lil thing!"
You pulled your hand out of the pockets of your bag to reveal a trading card with Jobe Bellingham's figure on the front. "Jobe Bellingham card, mint condition. This actually isn't a typical essential, but my little cousins love football and gave me this. It just reminds me of them, since I don't see them often."
You displayed the front of the card for the camera, the text reading 'Topps Finest Prized Footballers', before flipping it around. "He's definitely the finest footballer I've ever seen." You murmured, but froze and let out an awkward laugh.
”Did the mic pick that up?” You didn't mean to admit your small little crush on Jobe out loud, tucking the card into your pocket this time.
"Anyways, moving on!"
Jobe woke up to 99+ notifications on his instagram, not like it was unusual. Although half awake, he had noticed a surge of inbox messages.
judebellingham: oi romeo [1 reel]
jobefan676767: sonion who is she :cry: [3 reels]
chukwuemeka10: good morning to the finest footballer ive ever seen :eyes: [1 reel]
Tapping on the link Carney sent him, he ignored the dramatic caption, ‘MICRO-CELEBRITY CONFESSES LOVE FOR YOUNGER BELLINGHAM?’ and rubbed his eyes as he continued to lay in bed.
Jobe squinted at you, sitting on a seat talking about how he, out of thousands of other players, was the finest one you had ever seen. Strangely enough, your laugh and words were now causing his face to heat up, and a pool of jitters to stir in his stomach.
He got up to brush off the quick building feelings—and to get started on his daily routine— but not without going to your profile which was also tagged on the post.
You, on the other hand, woke up to a call from Olivia. “Come with me to fashion week in Paris.” You blinked, looking across your bedroom to squint at the digital clock. “It’s too early for this. Call again at 8AM.”
“Please? Louis was invited!” Olivia blurted out in desperation, and it worked because your finger was hesitant to press the hang up button.
You were aware their relationship was… interesting. You weren’t just gonna leave her with him. “… When is it?” You sighed, combing your hair with your fingers. “Thank you. Next week, I swear you won’t regret going.” You could tell she was smiling on the other end.
(2) a/n: hi guys! pt 2 soon ? anywhooo if ur the anon who requested a specific jobe x reader (literally the only request in my inbox LOL), i’ll work on it soon; i’ll just finish this 2-parter up <3
summary: jobe's newfound interest in the one person who wanted to know about jobe, not jude.
pairing: jobe bellingham x journalistintern!reader
warnings: fluff (sorta...), overthinking, no use of y/n
(1) a/n: thank you guys for the love on pt 1!!! i woke up super happy, im glad you guys liked reading what i love.
You sent in your finished article draft to an editor after Vanessa hyped you up like a loyal minion.
And for the past couple weeks or so, you and Jobe went back and forth viewing each other’s stories. No dming involved, just loyal story liking.
“Why don’t you just slide up on one of his silly little football posts?” Vanessa shouted from your shared bathroom. “React with a fire emoji or something!” While she was your coworker in the office, she was your roommate first.
“It isn’t that easy,” You responded back from the kitchen. “He probably has thousands of people from different places messaging and bothering him, I’d hate to add to that lot.” You frowned down at your phone which you were just previously doomscrolling on.
Vanessa leaned on your doorframe. “… We could get him to dm you first.” She’d smirk, making two finger guns to mimic a frame around you. “He won’t be able to resist.”
After work, you and Vanessa walked down the streets of London to the nearest salon where she booked you a hair appointment whilst she found some new clothing for you (despite your refusal).
“Are you sure he’ll message me if I post these?” You looked at the pictures Vanessa had taken of you. Beautifully shot, it reminded you why Vanessa was a photo department intern.
Although you looked amazing, you were hesitant to post. He was just being polite, right? I mean, he only followed you after one tiny interaction.
But even if he did like you, you wished he would just talk to you. You didn’t feel it necessary to dress up just for him to notice you.
jobebellingham: Hey, it’s jobe :-). I saw in your bio you work for FourFourTwo; would you want to go get coffee sometime? Professionally, of course, if you’re not interested then no pressure.
"Looks like cupid already did her job," Vanessa jokingly dusted off her palms and nudged you, your mouth open in shock as your face slowly turned pink.
In the living room, Jobe sent you a message after days of anxious pacing. “Bro. Relax.” Jude relaxed on the couch, looking up at his nervous younger brother. “Easy for you to say.” Jobe murmured and tapped his foot anxiously.
Jude sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. “Gee, what’s got you so worked up? I’ve seen the videos on reels,” He pointed at his phone. “Seemed like a polite interaction.”
“Was it really just an interaction?” Jobe sat down on the seat across from Jude. “I mean, you were just texting her regarding an interview, right?” Jude raised his eyebrows. “Unless my little brother has a crush.”
Jobe perked up, his face heating up. “No, Jude! I’m an adult … I wouldn’t call it that.” He’d continue his foot tapping.
“So, it’s true?” “No!”
“What do you like about her?”
Jobe bit the inside of his cheek, finding a polite way to word what he truly wanted to express without offending his brother. “Well?” Jude leaned back, paying no mind to his phone now.
“I like how she asked a question about me, without mentioning you. I'm just interested in what typa person she is, I guess...” Jobe sighed.
“And the way she looked at me. She had no malicious intent behind her eyes like she wanted to know the latest gossip and lie, y’know? She was curious. She wanted to write about Jobe, not just a Bellingham.”
He finally managed to look his brother in the eyes, expecting hurt, but was surprised to see a smile on Jude’s face.
“Yeah mate, that qualifies as a crush.” “Shut up!”
yourusername: Hey Jobe! I don't have any plans soo for sure LOL. Where & what time?
Jobe's eyes widened and he immediately stood up to grab his keys. "Don't have time to argue, I needa get ready!"
Coincidentally, Jobe had requested the cafe down the street from your apartment complex which you never had the chance to try, due to constant errand running.
You pushed a strand of hair away from your face, stepping into the comfortable, aromatic little coffee shop. Your eyes scanned the room until your gaze landed on a corner booth which was occupied by someone miserably failing to be inconspicuous.
Jobe was sweating with his hat and sunglasses on. What made it worse was the coat he was wearing.
You took a deep breath before approaching the booth, gesturing to the seat. "Anyone sitting here already?"
Jobe looked up, meeting your eyes. "Nope, go ahead." He tugged at the collar of his shirt, beginning to sweat. "I'll handle the drinks," He grinned at you. "You could order everything if you wanted."
You shook your head furiously. "No! It's all good. Sorry if I made you feel we had to go somewhere..." You glanced around the room lit up by fairy lights and managed by baristas with vibrant, dyed hair. "Profesh'."
"No worries, I just wanted to treat you to something." Jobe took off his hat. "But, uh, is it a bit hot in here or is that just me?" He smiled at you awkwardly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you come all the way down here..." Jobe rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll drive you wherever?"
So now you were both sat in Jobe's car, mics clipped on for you to take and turn into an article for later. I mean, this meet up was strictly business reasons... right?
"I'm trying to make my own identity here, basically." Jobe responded, as you had previously asked about his surname not being featured on his jersey.
"Which is honestly why I asked you to meet with me." You stopped taking notes for a moment, looking up at this. "I liked that out of every journalist there, you asked me about myself. And not some question like 'Jobe! How often do you go to the gym?'" Jobe flexed jokingly.
You laughed, shoving Jobe's bicep away in response.
Jobe dropped you off back at your apartment complex, opening your door for you and walking you up to the building.
You grinned. "I didn't think my question meant that much to you." Jobe shrugged. "I mean, it helped me reflect... And I thought you were stunning."
You both paused, feeling your faces heat up. "I didn't mean to say that out loud." Jobe took a step back. "I'll leave now, yeah?"
As he turned his back, you grabbed his wrist. "I had fun today. Even if it was just professional."
Jobe's shoulders dropped, no longer tense as he turned around to face you. "listenimreallysorrytodaywasalousyexcuseforadate." He blurted out, looking you directly in the eyes.
You blinked at him then smiled. "It wasn't lousy. I wouldn't mind just talking to you in your car any day." Jobe held your hand which had just gripped his wrist, taking a deep breath. "Please let me take you out on a proper date, yeah? I promise."
"Deal." You held up your pinky.
Jobe grinned and interlocked his pinky with yours. "Plus, I wanna know about you."
(2) a/n: i hope this was enjoyable!!! sorry if it felt a little rushed, i mightve got a bit too excited... anywhooo, my requests are open! so feel free to give me something to write about <3.
summary: jobe's first impression of you.
pairing: jobe bellingham x journalistintern!reader
warnings: fluff (sorta...), no use of y/n
(1) a/n: my debut post... kinda nervy!!! alsooo no use of y/n.
Jobe was tired, sweaty, and swarmed by interviewers, journalists, and reporters who he had seen a billion other times before, all asking questions he had heard billions of times—ones related to his father’s legacy and his brother’s shadow.
Sure, he didn’t hate answering, but wouldn’t the media like to know anything else? Jobe just wanted to hear something original.
Then you came along, pen and paper in hand, an unfamilliar—yet breathtaking— face. “Jobe! One question, please.”
You were an intern for a bigtime journalist of FourFourTwo magazine who had just gotten tonsilitis. Normally, you ran errands. But not today.
Jobe swiveled his head, locking eyes with you. You were evidently younger than him by a couple years. Not a huge gap, but he could tell by your fidgeting that you were new to this. It was cute.
“… Of course, I could probably give you an answer, mate.” He’d nervously laugh, photographers snapping a photo of Jobe in this natural interaction.
“You were only 16 when you debuted professionally at Birmingham City, yeah? What’s one piece of advice you’d give your younger self before that first senior match?”
You stared at him intently, putting a halt to your fidgeting to copy all the details.
Jobe’s professional expression began to falter. In order to give you a raw and proper answer, he’d have to dig deep into everything he’s ever felt. To truly reflect.
“I’d tell younger Jobe…” He placed his finger on his chin.
When Jobe was 16, he already familiarized himself with the heavy weight of how he felt he had to play his absolute very best; to prove he deserved to play just as much as his brother and father did.
Jobe took a deep breath, adjusting the microphone beneath him as flashing lights came and went.
“I’d tell him to relax and not overthink,” He cleared his throat. “That mistakes are crucial to advancing. I appreciate your question, I really had to think about that one.”
Jobe smiled, catching a glimpse at your lanyard, which read your name and which magazine you worked under.
“I think we should end this conference on a good note, yeah?” He nodded to his dad who stood by the door, waving to the cameras before getting up.
During the car ride home, Jobe sat in the front seat beside his father and already had instagram pulled up. Looking your name up, he scanned your bio with his eyes.
It read "based in london | fft zine". He smiled at the simplicity of your bio, pressing the follow button without hesitation.
You slumped down in your seat, typing away on your shared table with your coworker, Vanessa, also an intern.
You had moved to London to chase your dreams, but were just now realizing that it was so so so difficult. Vanessa, on the other hand, had no passion for journalism. She grew up in London and had no plans to leave.
She kept you company on late nights where you were left alone to work on research and analysis. Tonight was one of those nights, only you were on content creation.
"Is this Jobe fellow as handsome as his brother?" Vanessa yawned, peeking over at your computer screen.
"Hey, no peeking!" You fought back a yawn, giggling and pushing her head away. "You have to be patient and wait for the final product." She frowned, leaning back into her chair.
"I've seen the clips, y'know," Vanessa nudged you with her foot. She was referring to a couple viral clips posted of Jobe's demeanor change, and the smile on his face when you spoke to him.
"I dunno what you're talking about." You felt your cheeks turn hot as you blankly stared at the white screen, feeling a buzz in your pocket. "Break time," You stretched your arms and pulled out your cell.
jobebellingham started following you.
"No way." Your mouth gaped open in shock, Vanessa leaned over to glance at your phone.
"Holy shit!"
(2) a/n: i think this deserves a part 2... agree or disagree ?
