Someone please help me. I’m trying to find a TikTok edit of Jude. It was after the ucl final while the team was celebrating on the pitch. It had a Coldplay song I think viva la vida. Cama and him was running around laughing. Plz if you find it sent it to me
Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Would she make him change his ways? Even though she resists him every step of the way, would he fight all odds (& her) to have her in his life? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?
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Madrid was such a beautiful city. Ananya had been here for nearly four months now, yet couldn’t stop marvelling almost daily over some or the other detail she kept discovering. She loved the hustle bustle but also the quaint historical aesthetic that the city provided. That way, it was quite similar to Delhi, the city she was from.
She was practically in a different continent now, far far away from India. To move to another country, with a completely different language and culture, while she was just 20, had been a tough choice. But she was offered a great job in her undergraduate college placements and no career-minded adult would say no to such an opportunity. So, she had managed to convince her overprotective parents to let her move to Madrid, on her own. Her parents thought she would want to return in a few months itself, but she surprised even her own self with how well she was adjusting to the city. Madrid was beautiful, after all.
As she sat in a sweet little cafe on the side of a small road, close to her office in downtown Madrid, on a Friday evening, she smiled to herself on how the last few months had transpired. So much had changed in her life, and she was loving the ride she was on. An independent girl, with a decently fancy job in one of the best European cities. Life was good right now.
This tiny cafe was one of her favourite spots in the city. It was run by an older couple who always greeted her with a smile and the best churros in the galaxy. It was never too crowded, most people just took takeouts. So it was an ideal place to relax, and it was walking distance from her office.
She pulled out her laptop while munching on her plate of churros. It was already Friday evening but she still had a few hours of work left. Investment banking was fun but the hours came with it. Mr. Iglesias (the owner) quietly placed a cup of cappuccino, her usual, next to her plate. She smiled gleefully at his hospitality, then engrossed herself in her work.
30 minutes later, a distinct baritone and accent broke her out of her reverie.
‘A Spanish omelette please?’
Ananya turned around, drawn to the voice. A tall man, wearing stylish all black attire, was standing at the counter. She could only see his back.
Mr. Iglesias drew a blank expression. The tall man tried again.
‘Umm, an omelette, Spanish omelette, por favor?’
‘Un tortilla de patatas, senor.’
Mr. Iglesias nodded happily at the man and signalled 10 mins with his hands.
The man whipped his head in her direction, and smiled gratefully at her.
She had to look away. Immediately. Not just because he had the most infectious smile in the world. But because she recognised who it was and she absolutely would die if she acted crazy at this instant. No, she willed to not make a fool of herself.
But he was walking over to her now.
‘Hey, thanks a ton for that.’
She had taken a few deep breaths by now and was back to her typical poise.
‘No problem at all. I could see you were struggling there.’
He hung his head and laughed sheepishly.
‘I did learn what it was called in Spanish, I swear. But had a long day and completely blanked out. Umm, Spanish is not my first language you see. But I am learning.’
Despite the situation, she somehow managed to smile back genuinely at how he was trying to explain himself to a complete stranger.
‘Well, I am new to the city and the language as well. But my favourite dishes are something I never forget. Can’t go without those, right?’
He smiled at her again. A smile that lit up his whole face. A smile that could light up a black hole. She was amazed at how real, how normal he came across. He was wearing his cap backwards and had glasses on to serve as some disguise she supposed, but she doubted whether those would generally be of any help to him. Not anymore at least.
He played with the back of the chair opposite hers, and looked around.
‘Umm, are you alone? May I join you?’
She channelled all her inner poise before answering.
‘Yeah sure.’
And he flashed her another joyful smile while settling on the small table, opposite her. Man could charge 1000 euros for each smile and people would line up to pay.
He removed the godforsaken glasses, unveiling his big, coffee brown eyes. The hat he just turned backwards, which somehow suited his chiseled face even more.
‘You said you are not from here. May I ask where you are from?’
‘Sure, I am from India.’
‘Wow. I have heard so much about that place. Some of my neighbors back home are also from India. Would love to visit sometime.’
‘You should. There are many flavours to India which you could only experience when you visit.’
He nodded along, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. Mr. Iglesias waved to him from the counter, signalling 5 mins more. He smiled at him as well. Was that his default setting? Not that she was complaining. Oh hell, no.
He suddenly looked back at her.
‘Hey, I didn’t catch your name. So silly of me to not ask earlier.’
She found herself smiling again.
‘Ananya.’
‘A-nan-ya?’
He tried to break down the foreign sounding name in syllables. It was her turn to giggle now, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
‘Not A as in Ancelloti but A as in Alvaro Morata.’
He leaned back in his chair, still rubbing the back of his head, and looked straight into her eyes.
‘So, you do know who I am?’
She tuned her laptop towards him. The screensaver was her in the trophy room at the Bernabeu, along with the 14 Champions League trophies.
He looked at the photo and her beaming smile. Her love for the club was evident.
‘Been a Madridista since 2009. 15 years. That’s 75% of my life. So yes, I do know who you are Jude.’
Somehow, just somehow she had managed to find her footing amidst all this madness and was having what would appear to be a fairly normal conversation with a global superstar. She felt it was because of him, though. Because how easygoing and grounded he seemed.
‘Wow. That’s awesome. You know, I didn’t even like football at that age? It’s strange, I know. My dad always wondered what was wrong with me. But one day, suddenly, I decided I wanted to play.’
‘I get it. Sometimes god acts in mysterious ways. You won’t even know how or when, it just happens.’
‘I know right.’
They fell into a comfortable silence. Just looking at each other. And smiling. Both couldn’t stop smiling for some reason.
Mr. Iglesias appeared then with the omelette and Jude nearly hugged him in delight.
He stuffed his face with a gigantic bite, moaning at the taste. Then, he ended up coughing vigorously because the bite was almost one third of his plate.
‘Easy. Here, take this.’
Ananya offered her glass of water to him, which he gulped down in three sips. Then rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked back into her eyes.
‘My mom had once gotten me an omelette from this place. Felt like little drops of heaven. Since then I have been meaning to have this. Sorry for the clumsiness, I got a little carried away.’
He was apologising to her again, which was so endearing. And that accent made everything sound twice as cute.
They went back to their food, and the comfortable silence was back. But she was learning that he couldn’t stay silent for long.
‘Since you already have a head start in knowing about me, would you tell me something about you? What brings you to Madrid?’
‘I work at an investment bank here. Kind of my dream job and my dream firm.’
He leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the table.
‘Ooooh fancy.’
‘Yeah right. Look who is talking.’
‘No, it is fancy. Seems like a smart person thing. I had a feeling you were like that.’
He spent the next 15 mins learning about her job, and by the end he accused her of showing off by using big terms he won’t understand. She neither confirmed nor denied that accusation.
He took another mouthful again, completely ignoring what happened the last time. She couldn’t help but be amused at his antics.
‘So, have you seen any match live?’
Her whole demeanour changed and she was practically bouncing off the chair now. He found that extremely amusing.
‘Oh yes. I was here for internship last year and I managed to watch one game. Vini scored two kickass goals and we won. It was amazing - easily one of the best days of my life.’
‘Um-hmm.’
Something in his tone was off but she was too happy to care.
‘Is he…your favourite player, then?’
‘Oh he’s amazing. Us fans have seen him since he was 17 I guess? And look at the journey. Love the player he has become. But my favourite will only ever be one. I am a Ronaldo fan girl.’
Well, that seemed to cheer him up. He kind of figured that given she had mentioned 2009.
He watched her face fondly for a few seconds as she turned nostalgic and relived the memories in her head.
‘Nothing this season, then?’
‘No luck. The tickets are always sold out. Last year also it was our firm which arranged them for us.’
‘Hmm.’
She hadn’t seen him play, then.
He went back to his last bite and turned it around with his fork a few times, pondering over his next words.
‘Well, there is a home game tomorrow.’
‘A HOME GAME? It’s the first Classico of the season. Ofcourse I know that. God I am so nervous. Hated them winning the league last year. Hate their guts. Jude, you guys better win tomorrow, please. ’
He watched her keenly though her rant, thoroughly amused.
‘Thanks for the order. But, what I meant was, do you want to watch the game tomorrow?
‘But, Classicos get sold out in the beginning of the season right?
She looked confused. Still not getting the point. He realised he would have to spell it out for her.
So smart in her work but not as much in this, which was cute in its own way.
‘Ananya, do you want to watch the match tomorrow from my box? Because you are welcome to do that.’
Oh. Oh.
She stayed still, and he scanned her face for a response.
A volcano erupted inside her. She had been so lost in talking about Madrid and that match that she had completely missed the way he had been looking at her. And what he had asked her just now.
He could tell from her face that something deep was holding her back.
‘Listen, bring your friends / colleagues if you want to. Many of my friends have attended. Plus the boxes are all next to each other so the media / fans can’t really tell who is in whose box, if that’s what’s concerning you. You can just attend as a friend, that’s it.’
She wasn’t buying the last line.
‘That’s it?’
She called his bluff while meeting his gaze. Which he admired. The smart girl was back.
‘Well, after the match, we could grab a bite maybe? Doesn’t have to be a public place, don’t need that drama. So maybe, your place? Or….mine?’
She shook her head sadly.
‘Jude…it’s not that you are not…but…we live in very different worlds and…’
He had an inkling of what was coming and he cut her off before she could finish the sentence. Taking no for an answer was not an acceptable option right now, not when the last 30 mins had been so pleasant and refreshing.
‘What if I score tomorrow? Against the team you detest? How about then?’
She looked at him with her mouth half open. Which made him look down to her lips. But he had the good sense to quickly revert to her eyes.
‘Won’t you want to give me some extra motivation to score against Barca? Or would you rather I be sad and distracted tomorrow?’
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was really doubling down on this.
‘Let me get this straight. You are seriously using my love for Real Madrid to get me to go out with you?’
He leaned back in his chair, smirked that gorgeous smirk, and shrugged casually, with an iota of arrogance, knowing he was going to win this. Even the arrogance suited him, for crying out loud.
But then, he leaned forward and covered her hand with his, expression all sincere. Her breath hitched at his touch.
‘Look. I just want to spend some time with you, and I really would love for you to see me play. I get that my lifestyle comes with a zillion challenges but that’s step 10. Can we please just spend a few hours together, just you and me, where we talk and get to know each other? I promise, that’s all I am asking. And you don’t have to say yes to that now. You can decide tomorrow after the match. How does that sound?’
The earnestness in his silky smooth voice was drawing her in. She believed him, and was on the verge of saying yes.
But he got restless and played his final card, which he always had up his sleeve.
‘Also, Zidane is going to be there. Their box is just two rows down from where you would be.’
She burst out laughing and threw the table napkin in his face, which he caught easily. Then flashed her a million dollar smile.
‘You really are something aren’t you?’
‘Well, I try.’
She had forgotten that his hand was still on top of hers and was reminded of it when he squeezed it briefly, then withdrew it.
He pulled out his phone and slid it in front of her.
‘Gonna need your number to send the passes.’
Her mind was still registering what she had agreed to but her body reacted involuntarily and typed in her number.
He saved it quickly and sent over the passes in seconds.
‘So, I will see you tomorrow then?’
‘Yes. You leave me no choice. And you better win now, after what you just pulled.’
His phone chimed with a reminder then, for an evening home fitness session prior to the match. He had to leave, she could tell.
He stood up, and she got reminded of how tall he was. His lean physique made him look even taller.
He reached out for her hand again, shaking it this time. And lingered for a few seconds.
‘I will have to go thank my mom now for recommending this place.’
He chuckled, while finally getting go of her hand. She couldn’t stop admiring how his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
‘Can I drop you home?’
‘I have some work to finish - you carry on.’
‘Ok. Looks like it’s gonna rain tonight so pls leave soon.’
Gosh, could this guy get any more charming?
‘Yeah, I will.’
Grudgingly, he went towards the door of the small cafe but looked back one final time.
‘Ananya - such a beautiful name.’
He said it perfectly this time and she gave him a hearty smile, exactly what he needed before he made his way out.
She fell back in her chair, buried her face in her hands and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Tomorrow was going to be nuts. She was going to see Zidane, who she loved to bits. She was gonna watch El Classico. And then, if Jude had his way, she was going to go out on a date with him.
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Author’s note: This is set in October and pls assume the classicos were reversed :)
I think musiala have a long relationship with emily but I’m interested how she reacts to other girls that he fcks? It’s obvious that he had not only emily despite he is in relationship with her
Idk if he’s in a serious relationship with her but since everyone is saying that theres something going on maybe it’s true. But yh heard there was a lot of girls lol
I honestly love that you don't believe everything people say, it's not common to see that on gossip blogs they're always milking the info they get and adding fake unnecessary comments nor is there negativity towards girls the players are rumored to be with 😭
My blog isn’t a gossip blog. Just a girl that wants to talk for a bit. I won’t tolerate any negativity thanks
Tbh I don’t really believe anything I read online. It’s just gossip. We’re not in their lives so we are never gonna know. But if someone wants to talk about it I’m no one to stop them lol
oh but ab the xavi thing. thats rlly abnormal. its IMPOSSIBLE to get girls off u if ure a footballer. even if u play for a second division team, ur dms are still full and girls will literally come up to u and introduce themselves and ask u out. also, usually when a footballer arrives at an event/place, there will be a person who introduces them a few mins before (like “hey guys xavi is gonna be here in 45 mins”) and everyone texts everyone to come quick. hes not gay btw. the only thing thats left is hes either a hopeless romantic, has rlly high or rlly unusual standards, or some other third choice. bcause if he wasnt interested he wouldnt say hes looking for something serious. hes been looking for around 1 year now and has girls falling to their knees, and yet…. crickets
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Well I saw him say in a video that he hasn’t met anyone yet. Maybe he just hasn’t find the girl he’s looking for plus he is really family oriented. So if he has like free time or holiday to go to, he’ll be going with his family. Maybe he is a hopeless romantic we don’t know lol
xavi idk much about since hes not part of the same scene. leipzig players usually hang around berlin and thats a whole different scene (for example, they tend to vacation in spain, while the munchen scene usually vacations in paris. if u go to like, the same 5 parisian restaurants around xmas time ure bound to meet a bayern player, unlike the leipzig guys who dont usually do that). the one thing ive heard about xavi is that he mentions to girls that hes after serious relationships and doesnt rlly like wasting time if theyre unserious. to my knowledge hes never had a relationship where he CLAIMED them in their friend group. to my knowledge he hasnt even been on holiday w another girl either. but besides that, probably like every other footballer lol
to answer your q on how i know - the world is very small and if ure from munchen and go clubbing ure bound to know lol. a lot of those ppl spill stuff, usually on more private forums but every once in a while someone goes out and says something more publicly. like the person that spilled the munchen muncher thing lol
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Oh okay, well thanks a lot for all the information. If you hear anything about Xavi or anyone else feel free to send me I guess. Thanks again
i cant say hes a hoe exactly like a certain j*de. back in his germany days j*de used to say he wants to try fucking 100 girls in 1 year (some oldschool footballer did the same), and as far as i know from the people he keeps in contact with hes gotten PRETTY close to it while at real madrid (mind u, thats statistically 1 girl every 3 days or what?). hes like, nice with them before they fuck? but then once theyre over, theyre OVER. at this point the girls that actually want j*de make a point of NOT talking to him right now, because they want to play the long game and are waiting for him to cool down. basically, if u fuck him rn = he’s never taking u serious. its over. its what happened with laura - they had a thing and she tried to hang on.
with jamal, hes a bit messier. he goes back to girls. he fucks girls multiple times. he will make someone a girlfriend without ever having sex with her. he’ll have sex with a girl AND go on summer holiday with her two years in a row, yet won’t invite her to the euros (trust me, €mily was upset because she thought they were a thing). ermmmm maybe the difference is he’s more sensitive and emotional than jude. he cant keep it cool-headed and thats why hes known as the munchen muncher. but i would NOT say hes much crazier than other footballers. about the orgy - ive heard of house parties where the men have their own “girl”, but they never fuck in the same room. like, theyll go into separate rooms. its just a sex party in the sense that theyre all there with the purpose of sex. its how alphonso met his current gf. anyways jamal goes to those.
as for jamal’s type - body type he usually likes fit girl next door. doesnt really like the model types or the bbl baddies, maybe like humm… dancers body type? but definitely shorter than him. in terms of vibe hmm he definitely likes older & smarter & with their shit put together. he also tends to like fashionable but more serious/classy than trendy (think kylie jenner AFTER she started dating timothee chalamet). tends to date mostly white girls too 😔 personality wise he likes calm, serious, warm, traditional, ambitious. doesnt like loud or “funny”, more like “mother of the group” vibes. like, a woman who would be a CEO or a writer? lowkey unsure if he does it because thats actually his type, or because he likes more serious women because he doesnt have to worry about them exposing him. another one of his flings is ig user aliceb . lang (take away spaces inbetween dot, but keep the dot. im trynna censor like i did w emily so that if u look up their usernames on google u dont instantly find ur tumblr lol).
anyways i chanced upon ur tumblr randomly and have a considerable amount of his tea, ask if u have questions! believe with a grain of salt, ofc. im bored at work and have an hour-ish to spare 🤓
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Okay…I’m sorry if I’m short I’m just taking everything in
jamal cant be single yall hes on his second year in a row of going to greece with @ €milyk€rb€r. if ure in munchen and in the 20+ club then u know his tea quite well and that the emily situation is … hum …. unknown. on one side it surely means something that it’s their second year in a row going on holiday together, and they also go on dates (she also goes to his games, so bayern fans can confirms this too). on the other hand, hello munchen muncher 🤓 jamal’s quite active on raya which you pay for monthly so…. who knows? maybe they have a friends with benefits thing, or an open relationship or whatever else. she quite fits his type too - he likes them older, with their own money, smart and part of the corporate world usually. his long-term ex is just like that too
Okay lol, hi….can I ask how do you know all of this?
