⭑.ᐟ Expectations (Day One): Drop Dead ── Brendon ‘The Shark’ Park
summary: it’s day one of the ‘to do list’ to get your number back: park does pilates. (wc: 1.0k)
pairing: brendon park / f!reader
content: humour. pilates princess!reader. grumpy x sunshine. pilates class (no exercise mentioned bc i have never done it before) park is self-assured that pilates is a walk in the park. (1) new nickname added to the roster.
Brendon Park prided himself on almost always being correct on a wide array of topics. This stretched from his prestigious work as an Orthopaedic surgeon, to personal opinions on subjects that didn’t always bleed into his work—despite it being his whole life.
His knowledge was sought after in a place like the PTMC. Park the Shark was a household name in one of the many hospitals dotted around Pittsburgh, purely down to his learned expertise on human anatomy.
So, it came from left field when he had been utterly wrong about Pilates.
Being a man of honour—and a slight incline to do whatever you wanted him to do—Park managed to upkeep his promise to arrive at the Pilates studio you had punched into his calendar the afternoon prior, when he had sauntered into the Pitt with the hopes of a second chance at your number; only to be met with a ‘to do’ list for the week that could be seen as squeamish to a man of his repertoire.
At this point, parked in a half empty car park in the tightest underwear he could find in his scrummage of his neatly organised underwear drawer, and a loose pair of basketball shorts paired with a basic white tee that was more for your visual pleasure—and the hopes to cut the ‘to do’ list in half by selling his body—Brendon Park wasn’t even doing this for the love of the game.
He was doing it for you.
Plus, how hard could Pilates truly be?
It looked like some light and fluffy fairy-bullshit to someone like Park the Shark, who lifted weights so heavy that his eyes would be bloodshot by the end of the intense workout. Besides, he watched a handful of Instagram reels of the intended workout he was subjecting himself to, and it was safe to say; Park snorted.
You met him outside the front of the building, and Park came to two conclusions as you gleefully bounded up to him.
1.) He’d never lose you in a crowd because you had enough keychains on your car keys to make your own version of jingly sirens. And, 2.) Your ass looked even better in a Pilates outfit than the usual scrubs attire you adorned when he saw you.
You gave him a warm look, “I said you don’t have to whore yourself out for my phone number, Shark.” fingers point to the t-shirt clinging to his carved muscles, “This is slutty. I love it.”
“I don’t think I’ll accept that compliment.” Park responds coolly, even with his heart thumping against his chest with all this personal time he was getting with you. He doesn’t say much more until you’ve entered the building, “What is the duration of this class?” he asks once you’ve walked past the door he held open for you.
“About an hour?” you think, “It’s pretty hardcore. We can get coffee after, they’ve got their own station—sort of a life saver.”
“Uh-huh.” Park says, border-lining sarcastic and it makes you lift a brow in response.
You smile at another attendee before speaking again, “Am I sensing some mockery, Sharky?” you look up at him easily towering over you as you walk, “Because I’d dial it down, riiight about now.” you lilt.
“I’m not mocking your hobby, sweetheart,” Park defends honestly. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he’d ever scrape the barrel of humour and throw a negative connotation over an activity you enjoyed—however, it didn’t prevent him from believing there was zero requirement for a caffeine hit after a fluffy workout.
You approach the room the class was being held in. Dimly lit with an ambient sunset lamp that created a pretty, soft glow of an orange hue on the back wall; Park, naturally, takes up the rear as you saunter in to disrupt the serenity with your fifty keychains.
(Holy shit. Was he perverse in thinking he would like to walk behind you forever?)
You throw a radiant smile over your shoulder, “Alright. Let’s see if you are calling me sweetheart after this.”
Park scoffs, “I’m just stating that, for someone like me, this can’t be hard.”
Wrong.
Brendon Park had met his match in that Pilates class.
His shirt was saturated from exertion, and he quickly came to the realisation that wearing a white t-shirt was simply premature naivety that he just…wouldn’t sweat that much in an hour. The cotton fabric clung to his muscles and was less white and more his shade of nude. The hair that had been in its usual style—something he took longer to do in the mirror this morning—was completely undone; curls beginning to coil from the dampness at his scalp.
The Pilates instructor seemingly decided that, that particular class would be rendered to severe, military style punishment that had Brendon Park’s body folded in ways that had him thinking that his sturdy bones may snap.
He had read somewhere; not to eat before class. So, he did anyway. (And, regretted the 6AM eggs and protein shake instantaneously.)
The worst part? You weren’t suffering near as much as he was.
Sweat beaded your hairline, and your chest did rise and fall at a quicker pace than a leisurely stroll would have done; it was just that you weren’t doubled over on the bright pink matt you had brought along.
“I’d pat your back,” you start when Park cements his forehead to his borrowed matt from the class, “But, you’re next level sweaty. No offence.”
Park slowly raises from his spot, eyes scrunching shut from the ache in his torso. He peels one eye open to stare at you, “How do you still look that beautiful?” he asks in a sharp tone, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe at his drenched face.
Your eyes drop to his exposed flesh and then back up before he notices, “It’s a burden. Truly.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” Park huffs out and drops his head back.
Stomach erupting with warmth at the nickname, you grin, “What?”
summary: yn and quinn's relationship is made public.
face claim: camila morrone and a little bit of dua lipa & callum turner
notes: back to my roots fr. the podcast host is a random name cause i don't watch enough podcasts to use a real one. please don’t think too hard on the dates, thanks 🫡. as always excuse any errors/inaccuracies.
MASTERLIST
The balcony was quiet save for the occasional clinking of silverware and muted voices coming from the restaurant inside. Y/N leaned against the railing, a soft laugh escaping her lips as Quinn wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“I swear they’ve been out there since we sat down,” she murmured, her head tilting slightly toward the group of paparazzi stationed across the street.
Quinn glanced over her shoulder, his sharp eyes catching the glint of camera flashes through the darkness.
“Think they’ve gotten enough yet?” he asked, his voice low and amused.
Y/N smirked, leaning into him. “Should I wave? Maybe blow them a kiss? Really give them their money’s worth?”
“That’ll just encourage them,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “Besides, you’re the movie star here. I’m just collateral damage.”
“Please,” she teased, poking him lightly in the ribs. “You’re the captain of the Canucks. Pretty sure your face is on more billboards than mine in this city.”
Quinn chuckled, pulling her hand into his. “Well, if this is making the front page tomorrow, we might as well give them something to talk about.”
“Oh, really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Before she could say more, Quinn turned her toward him, his hand brushing gently against her jaw as he leaned in. The kiss was soft and unhurried, as if the world around them didn’t exist. Y/N could hear the fast camera clicks in the distance, the flashes bright even with her eyes closed.
When they pulled apart, Y/N rested her forehead against his, a smile tugging at her lips. “Subtle,” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re the one who said we should give them something,” he shot back, his own grin breaking across his face.
“Yeah, I didn’t mean that.” She laughed softly, glancing back at the cameras over his shoulder. “No going back now. Guess the secret’s out.”
“Eight months was a good run,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Longer than I thought we’d last without anyone figuring it out.”
“Oh, please. We’ve been ridiculously careful.”
“Careful?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. “You almost posted that picture of us last week.”
She gasped in mock indignation. “That was an accident! And you were the one who liked my posts two seconds after I posted them.”
He laughed, his grip tightening around her. “Okay, fine. Maybe we were both a little reckless.”
They stood there for a moment, her fingers tracing absent patterns on his jacket as the world watched them from across the street.
“They’re going to spin this like we planned it,” she said finally, her voice quieter now.
“Let them,” Quinn said, his tone steady. “I don’t care what they say, as long as I’ve got you.”
Y/N looked up at him, her chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. “You’re going to be the trending topic tomorrow.”
“Only because of you,” he countered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She smiled, letting herself sink into his embrace. “Well,” she said, her voice light, “if this is our big debut, we look good doing it.”
“Damn right we do,” Quinn said, his laughter echoing softly into the night.
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user1 she posted 10 seconds ago and quinn is already in the likes 😭
user2 quinn looking awkward as ever in that 4th picture
tatemcrae MY winner
user3 can he fight tho 😏
user4 he made it to the instagram 💔💔
user5 was he her date?
user6 Yes, but he didn’t walk the red carpet.
The night had been a whirlwind of laughter and stolen moments away from the crowd.
Y/N sighed as she finally sank into the couch, the faint ache in her feet a reminder of the heels she'd spent hours wearing. She still hadn’t changed out of her dress, the red fabric pooling around her, covering a majority of the couch. On the other end, Quinn loosened his bowtie, the jacket from his tux already discarded somewhere near the door.
"You survived," she teased, watching him stretch out like he’d just come off the ice.
“Barely,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know how you do this all the time.”
“It’s not that bad,” she said, leaning her head against the cushion. “You just have to learn to smile and nod through half the conversations.”
Quinn chuckled, shaking his head. “You make it look easy. Me? I spent twenty minutes listening to some guy explain why he thought hockey was just a violent version of chess.”
She laughed, imagining him standing there, trying to keep a polite face while someone overanalyzed his career. “You should’ve told him you prefer Monopoly.”
“Next time,” he said with a smirk, his gaze softening as it lingered on her. “You, though, you were incredible tonight. Everyone kept coming up to me just to tell me how lucky I was.”
“Did they?” she asked, her voice light but her smile growing.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Not that I needed them to tell me. I already know.”
Her cheeks warmed at his words, and she tried to brush it off with a laugh. “You’re just saying that because you’re tired and don’t want to admit you enjoyed yourself.”
Quinn rolled his eyes, his smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I did. A little. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t serious.”
Y/N bit her lip, her heart fluttering at the earnestness in his tone. “Well, I think I’m the lucky one,” she said softly, her hand reaching out to rest on his. “Not many people would show up to something like this just for me.”
“For you, I’d show up to anything,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving hers. “Even if it means wearing this stupid bowtie.”
She laughed, reaching out to straighten it slightly. “I think you wear it pretty well.”
“Yeah?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice. “Think I’ll keep it on, then. Just for you.”
“Good,” she said, leaning closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because I think it’s growing on me.”
Quinn smiled, closing the distance between them with a kiss, the stress of the night melting away until it was just the two of them lost in their own little world.
-
“So, it recently came out that you're in a relationship,” Lily said with a sly smile, clearly setting the stage. “You wanna talk about that?”
Y/N looked at her with a mock glare before breaking into a smile and softly laughing. “Um, sure. What do you want to know?”
“Well, for starters, how did you manage to keep it so under wraps? I mean, you’re Y/N L/N and he’s Quinn Hughes. That’s not exactly low-key,” Lily said, leaning forward with curiosity.
“It wasn’t easy, to be honest,” Y/N said, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “But we both agreed from the beginning that we wanted it to stay private for as long as possible. Our lives are already so public and everyone always has an opinion about everything we do. We just wanted something that was ours, without all the outside noise.”
“That makes sense,” Lily said, nodding. “But weren’t you ever worried someone would spot you together?”
“Absolutely,” Y/N said with a laugh. “We were super cautious. No obvious dates in public, no social media hints. There were times we felt a little paranoid, but it was worth it. Honestly, it became kind of fun in a weird way. Like, we’d see a rumor about him or me online and just laugh because no one had any idea.”
Lily smiled knowingly. “Okay, but why now? Why not just keep it private forever?”
“We just reached a point where it felt right,” Y/N said, her tone thoughtful. “We’ve been together for a while and we’re in such a good place. It wasn’t about hiding because we were ashamed or anything like that. We just wanted to protect something special until we were ready to share it. And when the news came out, we felt like, okay, this is fine. We can handle it.”
Lily’s grin widened. “Alright, I have to know. Did Quinn freak out when it went public?”
“No, not at all,” Y/N said, smiling fondly. “He’s super chill about stuff like that. If anything, I was the one freaking out and he was the calm one. He kept saying it was fine and that as long as we were happy, that’s all that mattered. And he’s right.”
“That’s so sweet,” Lily said, her voice softening. “What’s he like as a boyfriend? He seems so quiet and reserved in interviews. Is he like that with you too?”
“Not at all,” Y/N said, their expression lighting up. “He’s actually really thoughtful and attentive. He’s not the type to make grand gestures, but he shows he cares in the little ways. He’s always checking in, even when he’s on the road, and he just makes me feel really supported. He’s my calm in the chaos as cliche as it sounds.”
Lily smiled warmly. “How do you handle the long distance with his schedule? I feel like that would be tough.”
“It’s not easy,” Y/N admitted. “But we’ve figured out what works for us. We FaceTime a lot and text each other throughout the day, even if it’s just random pictures or quick updates. We’re both pretty independent, so that helps too. When we do get time together, we make the most of it. It’s more about quality than quantity for us.”
“That sounds really healthy,” Lily said. “What’s your dynamic like? Are you the clingy one or is he?”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I am definitely not the clingy one. I like having my space, but Quinn is actually a lot more affectionate than people might expect. He’s not over the top, but he’s very consistent. He’s always there when I need him, no matter what.”
“Okay, that’s adorable,” Lily said, laughing. “What’s something about him that surprised you when you started dating?”
“How funny he is,” Y/N said immediately. “He has this dry sense of humor that catches me off guard all the time. He’s not cracking jokes constantly, but when he does, they’re so good. Also, he’s way more competitive than I expected. He absolutely hates losing at board games. It’s hilarious.”
Lily laughed along. “I love that. What’s one thing you love most about your relationship?”
Y/N paused for a moment, a soft smile spreading across their face. “I think it’s how easy it is. We’ve both got a lot going on, but being with him never feels like work. It’s just… comfortable. We really understand each other and it just feels like we’re a team.”
“And I know I’m jumping around a lot here, but how did you guys meet?” Lily asked.
“So, a good friend of mine, Tate McRae, was a celebrity captain for the NHL All-Star game. Quinn and his brother Jack were co-captains for another team, so they all got to know each other. I was already planning to go see Tate do her thing, so she invited me to this party where they were all going to be.
“I knew who Quinn was but I didn’t know much of him, if you know what I mean. At the party, he seemed to know everyone in the room, so I figured he’d be too busy to even notice me. But somehow, we ended up in the same conversation circle. He actually came up to me first and made some joke about how Tate and I were stealing all the attention. It totally caught me off guard, but it broke the ice.
“We started talking, and I realized he was way more laid-back than I expected. He didn’t act like this big hockey star—which I didn’t expect him to—but he was just easygoing and funny. He asked for my number before we left, and the rest is history.”
Lily nodded, clearly touched. “So Tate really came in clutch, huh? But seriously you two sound like such a great match. Thanks for sharing all of this. I know people are going to love hearing about it.”
“Of course,” Y/N said with a grin. “And guys, Quinn knows I’m saying all this. Just wanted to put it out there.”
The two laughed, and Lily transitioned seamlessly into the next topic.
summary: elodie meets her baby brother / celebrates his first birthday.
notes: HELP ME COME UP WITH BABY BOY LECLERC'S NAME!! i really wanted to post this but i couldn't come up with a name for baby boy so i figured i'd get you involved! comment/ask/etc any names you think would fit for baby boy and ill do a poll with the best ones :)) thank you so much <333. as always please excuse any errors/inaccuracies.
GOOD LUCK CHARM AU
The hospital room is enveloped in soft afternoon light when Charles walks in holding Elodie's tiny hand. His mom having dropped her off and waiting in the waiting room, wanting to give your little family this special moment to yourselves.
She’s clutching a small stuffed animal tightly in her other hand, her wide eyes scanning the room.
“Hi, my loves,” you greet them softly, smiling from your bed. You’re cradling the newest member of your family in your arms, his tiny face peeking out from a soft blue blanket.
“Maman!” Elodie squeals, rushing to your side. Charles chuckles as he helps her climb onto the bed.
“Careful, chérie,” he says gently.
Her excitement freezes for a moment as she catches sight of the baby. Her eyes widen, and she tilts her head in curiosity. “Is that my baby brother?”
“It is,” you say softly. “You wanna meet him?”
Elodie nods eagerly, her curls bouncing. She places the stuffed animal—a small, fluffy bunny—in your lap. “This is for him. I wanted him to have a friend.”
“That’s so sweet, Elodie. He’s going to love it,” you say, your heart melting.
Charles settles beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around Elodie’s waist to keep her steady. You gently shift the baby in your arms so she can see him better.
“He’s so little,” she whispers, her voice filled with awe.
“He is,” Charles says, his tone soft. “Just like you were when you were born.”
Her eyes dart to Charles. “I was this little?”
“Even smaller,” he says with a smile, kissing her temple.
Elodie leans closer, studying her brother’s tiny features. “He has a funny nose,” she declares, giggling.
You and Charles exchange a laugh.
“It’s not funny, just small,” you say, brushing a finger over the baby’s button nose.
“Do you want to hold him?” Charles asks.
Elodie gasps. “I can?”
“Of course. Papa will help you,” you reassure her.
Charles carefully lifts the baby from your arms, placing him in Elodie’s lap. She holds her arms out, her movements slow and deliberate as if she knows how important this moment is.
“He’s so warm,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. The baby stirs slightly, his tiny hand brushing against hers.
“He likes you already,” Charles says.
Elodie beams, her face lighting up with pride. “Hi, baby,” she says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I’m your big sister. I’m going to teach you so many things.”
“Like what?” you ask, your voice full of warmth.
“Like coloring and riding bikes and...” She pauses, glancing up at Charles. “Papa, what else should I teach him?”
Charles chuckles. “You’ll think of lots of things, chérie. Just show him all the love you’ve got.”
She nods solemnly. “I will.”
The baby lets out a tiny coo, his eyes fluttering open for just a moment. Elodie gasps, her face full of wonder. “He looked at me!”
“He did,” you say softly, feeling a lump in your throat at the sight of your two children together.
Elodie glances back at you. “Maman, when can we take him home?”
“Very soon, love. He just needs a little more rest before he’s ready.”
“Okay,” she says, looking back at the baby. “But I think he’s going to like it at home. I’ll make sure he does.”
And in that moment, with Elodie holding her baby brother so gently, you feel your heart swell with more love than you thought possible. Charles leans over to kiss your cheek, his eyes just as misty as yours.
-
1 year later
The house is quiet in the early hours of the morning. You tiptoe into the living room, carefully carrying a plate with a single cupcake topped by a candle. Charles is just behind you, holding a sleepy Elodie in his arms.
“Why do we have to get up so early, Papa?” she whispers, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Because we need to surprise your brother before he wakes up,” Charles says softly, kissing the top of her head.
The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers in soft blues and yellows. A small pile of gifts sits on the coffee table, but the centerpiece is a tiny high chair adorned with a banner that reads “1st Birthday.”
You place the cupcake on the tray of the high chair and glance back at Charles and Elodie. “All set?”
Elodie yawns but nods, her eyes lighting up as she sees the setup. “Can I sing to him now?”
“Not yet, chérie,” Charles says with a smile, setting her down. “We have to wait until he’s awake.”
As if on cue, you hear soft babbling from the baby monitor. Elodie gasps, clasping her hands together. “He’s awake! Can I go get him?”
“Let’s all go together,” you say, taking her hand as the three of you walk down the hall to the nursery.
When you step into the room, the baby is sitting up in his crib, his hair sticking up in every direction and his eyes focused on the doorway. The moment he spots you, he breaks into a gummy smile, reaching his arms toward you.
“Happy birthday, baby boy,” you coo, lifting him into your arms.
Elodie bounces on her toes, her excitement bubbling over. “Can we sing now, Maman? Please?”
You laugh and nod, letting Charles take the baby while you guide Elodie back to the living room. Once everyone is gathered, Charles carefully places the baby in his high chair. Elodie stands right next to him, practically shaking with excitement.
“Ready?” Charles asks, holding the baby’s tiny hand as you light the candle on the cupcake.
Together, the three of you sing “Happy Birthday,” with Elodie’s voice the loudest and most enthusiastic. The baby claps along, giggling at the sound of your voices.
“Blow out the candle, bébé,” Charles says, leaning in close to help him. Before he can, Elodie puckers her lips and blows it out herself.
“I helped him!” she declares proudly.
Charles laughs. “Yes, you did. Good job, ma chérie.”
You hand the cupcake to the baby, who looks at it curiously before smashing it between his hands, giggling as he smears frosting all over his face.
“Looks like he likes it,” you say, laughing.
Elodie reaches over to gently swipe some frosting from his cheek and licks her finger. “Can we have cupcakes too?”
“After breakfast,” you promise.
As the morning unfolds, the baby happily plays with the wrapping paper while Elodie opens his presents for him, eagerly showing him each toy. Charles watches with a soft smile, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.
“He’s the luckiest little guy,” Charles murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You smile, leaning into him, watching as Elodie bursts into giggles while the baby tugs determinedly at the balloon string. “And we’re the luckiest to have them.”
I wanted to ask if you could write a fic with a fluffy ending or maybe a fluffy part 2 for "End" (But i understand if you don't want to because the story by itself is pretty amazing and beautifully written)
BEGIN AGAIN - LN4
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: after two years apart, a chance encounter allows yn and lando to reconnect and explore what could be a new beginning. OR end part 2.
notes: thank you so much for requesting !! <33 i quite literally got straight to writing this when i saw this notification. i was never going to do a part two to end where they get back together butttt i got to thinking and eventually this came to be! hope this sufices, love you so much <3. as always please excuse any errors/inacurracies.
MASTERLIST
It had been nearly two years since Y/N had walked away from her life with Lando. Two years of quiet moments, messy tears, and slow healing. She had rebuilt herself piece by piece, relearning how to trust her instincts and rediscover the confidence she thought she’d lost.
For Lando, the journey had been different but no less transformative. Therapy had become his anchor, helping him navigate not just his feelings about their breakup but the unhealthy habits and emotional blind spots he hadn’t realized he carried. Racing was still a passion, but it no longer consumed him. He’d learned to cherish the people around him, to prioritize love and connection over everything else.
So when they ran into each other unexpectedly, it felt as if the universe had aligned, giving them a moment they didn’t know they needed.
Y/N hadn’t planned to see him that day. She was at a café, her favorite one, tucked away on a quiet street. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the place was warm and inviting, filled with the low hum of conversation and the smell of fresh coffee.
She had just placed her order and was waiting at the counter when she heard his voice.
“Y/N?”
She froze, her heart skipping a beat before turning toward him. There he was, standing only a few feet away. His hair was longer, a bit curlier at the edges, and his posture seemed more relaxed. But it wasn’t just his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the look on his face. A mix of surprise, warmth, and something else she couldn’t quite place.
“Lando,” she said softly, her lips curving into a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief. “Wow, it’s been a while.”
“It has,” she replied, her fingers tightening around her wallet. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been good,” he said, nodding. “Really good, actually.” His gaze flicked over her, taking her in. “You look amazing, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” she said, a little shyly. “You do too.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t the same boyish grin she remembered. It was softer, more thoughtful, and it tugged at something deep inside her.
“Are you in a rush?” he asked, glancing at the small table by the window. “If you have time, I’d love to catch up. No pressure.”
Y/N hesitated. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself nodding. “Sure. I have a little time.”
They sat across from each other, their drinks between them, and for a moment, neither spoke. Y/N broke the silence first.
“So,” she said, swirling her spoon in her cup. “What’s new?”
Lando chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. “A lot, actually. I’ve been working on myself, you know? Therapy, mostly. It’s been… a journey.”
“Therapy?” Y/N asked, surprised.
He nodded. “Yeah. After we broke up, I realized I had a lot of things I needed to figure out—about myself, about how I treated the people in my life. It wasn’t easy at first, but it’s helped me a lot.”
Y/N studied him, her expression unreadable. “That’s good, Lando. I’m glad you’re doing that for yourself.”
He smiled faintly. “It’s changed everything for me. I used to think I had to do everything on my own, you know? That being distant or shutting people out made me stronger. But I was wrong. I hurt a lot of people because of it. I hurt you.”
Y/N’s breath caught. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up so directly.
“Lando…”
“No, let me say this,” he interrupted gently. “I was selfish, Y/N. I didn’t prioritize you the way I should have. I got so caught up in my own world that I stopped seeing how much it was affecting you. And when you tried to talk to me, I didn’t listen. I’m sorry for that—for everything.”
She looked down at her cup, her emotions swirling. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “That means a lot to me.”
He hesitated before asking, “And you? How have you been?”
“I’m good,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “I’ve been working at a nonprofit, which has been amazing. And I’ve done a bit of traveling—nothing big, just places I’ve always wanted to see.”
“That’s incredible,” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I’m really happy for you, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” she said, meeting his gaze.
Their conversation continued, slowly peeling back layers of the past two years. Lando told her about how therapy had taught him to be more present in his relationships, how he’d learned to open up to the people he cared about. He talked about his family, his friends, and how he was making an effort to be there for them in ways he hadn’t before.
Y/N, in turn, shared stories about her work, her personal growth, and the little joys she’d found in her independence.
At one point, he asked, “Do you ever think about us?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings.
“Sometimes,” she admitted. “I think about how good we were in the beginning and how much we lost along the way.”
“Me too,” he said softly. “I think about it a lot. I’ve spent so much time wishing I could go back and fix things. But I know I can’t.”
“No, you can’t,” she agreed. “But it sounds like you’ve done a lot to grow since then.”
“I have,” he said. “And not just for you. For myself. But…” He hesitated, his voice dropping slightly. “I still care about you, Y/N. I don’t know if that means anything to you, but I wanted you to know.”
Her heart ached at his words. She believed him, but she wasn’t sure if she could open herself up to him again.
By the time their conversation came to an end, the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the café.
“Thank you for sitting with me,” Lando said as they stood up. “It was really good to see you.”
“You too,” Y/N said, her voice warm but cautious.
As they walked toward the door, he turned to her, a hint of nervousness in his expression. “I know I don’t have any right to ask this and it might seem a little forward, but… would you ever consider going out with me again? Just one date. No expectations, no pressure. I just want to spend time with you, Y/N.”
She hesitated, her mind racing. She’d seen how much he’d changed, how much effort he’d put into becoming a better person. And a small part of her, the part that still remembered the boy she’d fallen in love with, wanted to give him a chance.
“Okay,” she said finally. “One date.”
His face lit up, a genuine, hopeful smile spreading across his lips. “Thank you. I promise, I’ll make it worth your time.”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. “We’ll see.”
-
Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect as she stepped outside her apartment, but Lando was there waiting for her, leaning casually against his car. The cool evening breeze rustled his jacket, and when he saw her, his expression brightened, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“You look stunning,” he said, his voice warm, with just a hint of awe.
“Thank you,” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
He chuckled, moving to open the passenger door for her. “Ready?”
She nodded, sliding into the seat.
The restaurant was tucked into a quiet side street, its warm glow visible from a distance. Small, cozy, and charmingly understated, it was a far cry from the flashy places she had once associated with Lando’s lifestyle.
“Why here?” she asked as they were seated at a corner table.
“I thought it might feel more... us,” he said with a shrug, his voice steady but hopeful. “Less about the place, more about the company.”
She tilted her head, surprised by the sentiment. “Good choice.”
A waiter appeared to take their orders, and soon, the table was set with fresh bread and small plates of olive oil. The atmosphere was intimate but not overwhelming, the quiet murmurs of other diners giving them space to talk without feeling too exposed.
“So,” she began, breaking a comfortable silence, “what have you been up to lately?”
“A bit of everything,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Racing, obviously. But also taking more time for things I’ve been putting off. Spending time with friends and family. Actually living life instead of just rushing through it.”
“That’s a shift,” she said, her tone light but curious.
“It is,” he admitted. “But it feels good, you know? Slowing down, appreciating things more.”
She nodded, her fingers tracing the edge of her glass. “That’s… refreshing to hear.”
“And you?” he asked, his gaze steady. “How’s life treating you?”
“It’s been good,” she said, a smile breaking across her face. “Work keeps me busy, but in the best way. And like I mentioned earlier, I’ve been traveling when I can—just smaller trips to places I’ve always wanted to see.”
His face lit up. “That sounds amazing. Where was your favorite?”
“Probably Iceland,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “The landscapes there are unreal. It makes you feel so small but in the best way possible.”
“Sounds incredible,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Their food arrived, and as they ate, the conversation flowed naturally.
Lando shared stories from his travels with the team, including a particularly chaotic weekend in Japan that had her laughing into her glass of wine. Y/N countered with a story about getting lost in a tiny coastal town during a solo trip, only to stumble upon the best seafood she’d ever had.
“I wish I had that kind of sense of adventure,” he admitted, swirling a forkful of pasta. “I think I’ve always been too focused on the next thing to really enjoy the moment.”
“Well, you’re here now,” she said with a small smile.
“I am,” he replied, his tone soft but deliberate. “And I’m really glad.”
Her cheeks warmed under his gaze, but she didn’t look away.
As the meal wound down, Y/N noticed how different Lando seemed. There was a calmness about him, a grounded energy that hadn’t been there before. He wasn’t trying to fill every silence or impress her with grand gestures. He was just… present.
“Dessert?” he asked as the waiter returned.
She hesitated but ultimately shook her head. “I think I’m good. But thank you.”
“Would you mind a walk, then?” he asked.
“A walk sounds perfect,” she said.
The evening air was cool but pleasant as they strolled along a nearby park path. Fairy lights strung across the trees gave the scene a dreamlike quality, and Y/N felt herself relaxing more with each step.
“So,” she said, glancing at him, “what made you want to reach out again?”
Lando hesitated for a moment, his hands in his pockets. “Honestly? I didn’t plan to run into you that day, but when I did… I couldn’t walk away without at least saying something.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And asking me out?”
“That was a risk,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “But I meant what I said. I just wanted to spend time with you. No expectations.”
“And now?” she asked, stopping to lean against the railing overlooking the water.
“Now,” he said, turning to face her, “I’m just really glad you said yes.”
She looked at him, the sincerity in his expression catching her off guard. “You’re different,” she said after a pause.
“I hope so,” he replied. “I’ve been trying to be.”
She nodded, her gaze drifting to the river. “It’s nice. Seeing this side of you.”
They walked a little longer before eventually driving back to her apartment. As they reached her door, she turned to face him, her hands slipping into her coat pockets.
“Thank you for tonight,” she said, her voice warm but measured.
“Thank you,” he replied. “For giving me a chance.”
She hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment. “Lando, I… I don’t know where this is going, but I’m willing to see. I can see you’ve grown.”
“That’s all I could ask for,” he said softly.
He lingered for a moment as if waiting for her to say more, but when she simply smiled, he took a small step back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight,” she said, watching as he walked away, his hands tucked into his pockets.
As she closed the door behind her, Y/N felt a strange mix of emotions—hope, hesitation, and a quiet excitement for whatever might come next.
summary: yn and lando do the popular tiktok trend where they confess secrets to each other, judgement free.
It took Lando a little bit of convincing to do the TikTok trend, but with a little bit of begging you both got to making your lists.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” you and Lando say in unison.
You went first.
“You know how me and Rebecca go to dinner every couple weeks? Well, sometimes we go karting and don’t invite you guys cause you’ll take it too seriously.”
Lando gasps, looking genuinely hurt for two seconds.
“Baby, what? You never come with us,” he says with wide eyes.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” you start and he joins in.
He goes next.
“Sometimes when you make me bathe Copper (your adorable Cocker Spaniel), I use your conditioner,” he says with a guilty smile.
“Lando! That shits expensive,” you say with a hand covering your mouth.
“We listen and we don’t judge.”
You go again.
“Remember when you thought Copper ate your shoe that one time? I hid it under the bed because you wouldn’t let me sleep in.”
He lets out a laugh at that one.
“We listen and we don’t judge.”
“Sometimes, I tell you your outfit is cute so you won’t change again when we’re running late.”
“Wait, that’s so mean,” you say half joking, half not.
“We listen and we don’t judge.”
“When we first met, I thought your name was Landon until I followed you on Instagram.”
“Wait, we knew each other for a long time before you followed me,” he says.
“I know,” you say, trying to hold your laugh in.
“We listen and we don’t judge.”
“Sometimes, when I see Copper wants to go out I’ll pretend I’m on the phone so you’ll take him.”
“Wait, I do the same thing,” you say laughing, throwing your head back.
“We listen and we don’t judge.”
"Sometimes, when I see you after a bad race, I'll bring up something stupid like a funny TikTok just to distract you because I don't know how to make you feel better."
Lando softens, his smile turning a little shy.
"It works, though. You're good at making me forget."
"We listen and we don't judge."
“Whenever I’m flying somewhere and you’re not coming with me, I take one of your hoodies and spray it with like half the bottle of your perfume.”
“Wait, that’s kinda cute,” you say, turning to him and giving him a shy smile.
"We listen and we don't judge,” you both say one last time as you stop the video.
bonus ones you didn’t want on the internet:
"Whenever you're wearing those leggings I like, I find excuses to 'walk behind you' because I'm honestly just admiring the view."
You gasp, swatting at him. "Lando!"
He grins, unapologetic. "What? I'm only human."
"We listen and we don't judge."
“Remember when you thought the bed sheets had a weird tear in them? That was because you grabbed them too hard one night, but I didn’t have the heart to tell you.”
Lando bursts out laughing. “I thought it was Copper!”
summary: YN finds out she's pregnant with her second baby and gets Elodie to help her tell Charles.
notes: please excuse any errors or inaccuracies, pls lmk if you see something <3
GOOD LUCK CHARM AU
When you found out you were pregnant with Elodie, you had felt nervous throughout the whole process.
You got the idea to take the test when you realized your period had been a week and a half late.
You immediately told Charles, wanting his support in that nerve-wracking moment.
The house had been quiet except for the ticking of the bathroom clock. You and Charles stood side by side, eyes fixed on the pregnancy test resting on the counter. Your fingers were entwined, a comforting anchor as you waited for those few minutes to pass, each second stretching out impossibly long.
You could feel your pulse thrumming in your chest. Every so often, you snuck a look at Charles, who gave you a soft, reassuring squeeze, his expression a mix of calm and excitement. The room felt charged, heavy with the anticipation of what was about to be revealed.
Then, slowly, faint but unmistakable, a second line appeared on the test. Your breath caught. It was real.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. You turned to him, eyes wide, the joy bubbling up but shadowed by the first hints of nervousness. “Charles, we’re having a baby.”
A slow smile spread across his face, and his eyes shone as he looked at you, a warm and grounding presence.
“We’re really doing this,” he said softly, his hand finding yours. He stepped closer, his thumb tracing comforting circles on your hand. “And we’re going to be okay. Better than okay.” His voice was steady, and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with gentle fingers.
You let out a shaky laugh, caught between wonder and fear. “But… there’s so much we don’t know. What if we’re not ready? What if I’m not ready?”
Charles’s hands settled on your cheeks, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “Look at me.” You met his eyes, drawn in by the warmth and reassurance in them. “We’re going to figure this out together, every single step. We’ve got each other, and we’ll be there for our baby just like we are for each other. We’re a team, remember? You won’t ever have to go through this alone.”
You felt the nervousness start to melt, replaced by a deep, steadying warmth. Resting your head against his chest, you let his arms wrap tightly around you, his steady heartbeat grounding you.
“I’m with you, always,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head.
And standing there, in that bathroom, you both felt it—the beginning of something extraordinary.
-
Years later—six to be exact—the mornings in your home are far from quiet. Elodie is a vibrant whirlwind of energy, her laughter filling every corner of the house. Life as a family of three has become an easy, joyful rhythm.
But when you miss your period one month, a familiar feeling arises in your heart, unexpected but wonderful.
It’s early morning again, the house still silent with Charles and Elodie both fast asleep. You stand in the bathroom, a pregnancy test in hand, your heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Part of you is certain, but you need to see it confirmed.
You recall the feelings you felt the first time around, the nerves and anxiety that filled you.
And as you wait for the results, you can’t help but imagine your life with one more person to love.
Moments later, when the two lines appear, a wave of warmth washes over you. Tears spring to your eyes, the joy overwhelming you.
You find yourself smiling, a soft, stunned joy as you picture telling Charles.
This time, you want to surprise him in a way that reflects the beautiful family you’ve built together.
You start brainstorming ways you could tell him. An idea forms in your mind, you start planning in your head everything you need to pull it off.
Charles has a long workday ahead, giving you time to gather everything and get to work.
“I think Ellie and I are gonna do some crafts today,” you mention offhandedly while eating breakfast.
It was a normal activity for the 6 year old to do. She was very creative and their walls were proof of it.
When Charles left, you gathered Elodie and made your way to the nearest craft store. You purchased a shirt Elodie’s size and all the materials to write out your message to Charles. Elodie, of course, just had to get a new coloring book.
When you got home, you and Elodie get to work. You laid the shirt out and used your best handwriting to spell out a simple “Big Sister.” You then let Elodie go crazy with her drawings on the shirt, wanting her to be included in the creative process.
During this time together you question her thoughts on having a younger sibling.
“Ellie, how would you feel if you got a little brother or sister?” you ask while she's on her stomach in front of the shirt, adding small doodles to it.
“Um, maybe. Rosie said she has to share all her toys with her little sister so I don’t know if I want one. And Pamela says her little brother cries all the time,” she says after thinking about it. She goes back to coloring while you take a second to quietly laugh at her response.
“But you share so well with your friends. And babies cry because they don’t know how to tell their mommies and daddies how they’re feeling. Wouldn’t it be fun to have a little sibling to always play with?” you say, trying to convince her that having a little sibling will be wonderful..
“Hmm, maybe.”
“You can teach them how to play all your favorite games. You’ll have someone else to color with.”
Elodie pauses, her marker hovering over the shirt as she considers your words. She glances up, eyes thoughtful, her little brows furrowed.
“You mean I could teach them anything?” she asks, her voice laced with curiosity and a touch of pride.
You nod, smiling. “Exactly. You’d be the big sister. They’d look up to you and want to be just like you.”
She lights up at that, a grin spreading across her face as she pictures it. “I could show them how to play hopscotch and how to build the tallest tower with my blocks!”
“Definitely,” you say, watching her excitement grow. “And they’d think you’re the coolest because you’d know all the fun games.”
You were really laying it thick, saying anything to convince her being a big sister is the best thing ever.
Elodie shifts closer to the shirt, a new gleam in her eye. “I could even teach them how to color inside the lines,” she adds, voice proud. “And, and I could read them my favorite bedtime story!”
You can’t help but laugh softly, the joy in her voice so pure and full of excitement. “See? You’d be an amazing big sister.”
Elodie looks at you, her face glowing. “Okay, Maman. I want a little brother or sister. I think it would be fun. Can I tell Papa when he comes home?”
You take a deep breath, your heart swelling. “Well, there’s something special I have to tell you.” You reach out, brushing a stray curl from her face. “You’re going to be a big sister, sweetheart. Mommy is going to have a baby.”
Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as she claps her hands. “Really? Right now?”
You laugh, pulling her into a hug. “Yes, really. The baby is still growing, so it’ll be a little while, but before you know it, you’ll have a little brother or sister to play with.”
She pulls back, looking at you with pure excitement. “I’m going to be the best big sister, Maman. I’ll teach them everything!”
“And guess what? You’re going to help me surprise Papa with this shirt.”
She gasps and looks down at the shirt in front of her. With that, she picks up her marker again, proudly adding even more colorful doodles to the “Big Sister” shirt, her face a picture of happiness.
When Charles comes home later that evening, Elodie is waiting in the living room, sporting her new shirt. She stands there, grinning with all the excitement her little heart can hold, clearly loving the idea of being part of a surprise for her dad.
Charles walks in giving you a kiss hello before going over to Elodie to do the same.
“Hi, baby. What did you make today?” he asks walking over to her.
“I made a shirt Papa!” she said excitedly.
His gaze lands on Elodie’s shirt, and his brows knit together in confusion for a split second before realization dawns. His head snaps up, eyes finding yours, wide with wonder and a growing smile.
“Wait… is this… are we…?” he stammers, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking louder might shatter the moment.
You nod, the happiness welling up inside you. “We’re going to have another baby, Charles.”
He’s frozen for a second, just staring, before a laugh escapes him, full of surprise and joy. In an instant, he closes the distance between you, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly like he did the first time. You can feel his heartbeat racing against yours, the warmth of his embrace so familiar and safe.
Just then, Elodie tugs on his sleeve, her wide eyes looking up at him with the innocent curiosity only a child can have. “Papa, I’m going to be a big sister!”
Charles laughs, lifting her up into his arms and peppering her with kisses. “Yes, ma chérie, you’re going to be the best big sister in the world.”
You watch the two of them together, your heart swelling as Charles glances over at you, his expression so full of love and excitement that you know, without a doubt, that everything will be perfect.
The three of you stand together in the living room, wrapped in each other’s arms, ready for this new chapter. With Charles by your side, you know there’s nothing you can’t face. Your family is growing, and it feels like the beginning of yet another incredible journey.
summary: charles can't help but feel blue at how his fast his daughter is growing.
notes: love love love writing for this little au!! please excuse any errors or inaccuracies!
GOOD LUCK CHARM AU
It was the night before Elodie’s 5th birthday.
Charles was working quick, setting up the house to surprise the birthday girl. Streamers hung from the ceiling and banners that read “Happy Birthday!” covered every inch of their home.
You were making sure Elodie was asleep. She was so excited for tomorrow, she couldn’t stop talking about it.
“One more day, Maman!”
Elodie has been obsessed with her calendar ever since she saw “Elodie’s 5th Birthday!!” written on that Saturday in May. She was constantly reminding her parents to cross off the days leading up to it.
“Yeah, baby. Are you excited for your birthday?”
“Yes! I’m going to be a big girl!”
It was at that moment that Charles came in. He scooped her off her feet and cradled her like a baby. It was a bit difficult seeing as she hasn’t been that small in quite a while.
“What?! No, you’re still a baby. You’re my baby,” he declared. He started laying kisses all over her face, living for the giggles she let out.
“No, Papa! I’m a big girl,” she shouted back, still giggling.
“No, you’re always going to be my baby no matter how old you are,” he told her.
“She’s asleep,” you say, coming up behind Charles and wrapping your arms around him.
He had moved on from decorating and focused on tying a bow on Elodie’s final present: her first bike.
This was the first year that Elodie truly understood what a birthday was. Her past birthdays were mainly for you and Charles, creating memories that she most likely wouldn’t remember.
But this year she was filled with excitement every time she thought about the day she would turn 5. Her excitement mostly stemmed from the fact that it was the first year she made a birthday list. A bright pink bike being the top thing on it.
“She’s getting so big,” Charles says. Setting everything up made him truly realize just how fast time was going. “It feels like just yesterday she was standing for the first time and now she’s going to learn to ride a bike? Before we know it she is going to have her first boyfriend and then she’s going to marry him and then have kids of her own and then she won’t need us anymore and forget about us--”
“Charles,” you cut him off with a laugh. “Baby, relax. She’s turning 5, not 25.”
You move to stand in front of him, grabbing his hands.
“Where is this coming from, hmm?” you say, taking one of your hands and brushing some of his hair from his face.
“It just feels like I blinked and so much time has passed. She was just a baby. And now she’s turning 5? I just want her to stop growing up so quickly.”
“Oh, Charles,” you say, bringing him in closer. “Yes, she’s growing up but we still have so much time with her. And no matter what, she is always going to be our baby. Plus, her getting older just means we can do more stuff with her. Like when she learns to ride her bike you can take her with you on your rides around town.”
“I guess you’re right,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. His arms go around your waist and yours around his neck. He gives you a kiss only pulling away to put his head in the crook of your neck.
“And don’t get me wrong, I miss how little she was but I’d rather her talk to us to tell us what she wants rather than the screaming she would do every night.”
That gets Charles to laugh. Elodie was born with quite the set of lungs. You were never worried you would sleep through her cries when she was a newborn.
“We should go to sleep,” he says. “The birthday girl will wake up bright and early tomorrow.”
And bright and early it was.
Like every morning, you and Charles were awoken by small feet running to your bedroom door. When the door opened, you saw your now 5-year-old sporting a bed head one can only get after a good night's sleep.
“Maman! Papa! It’s my birthday!”
She climbed onto your bed, jumping a couple times before landing in the middle of you two.
You pull her into a tight hug, rocking her a couple of times.
“I can’t believe my baby is 5. You’re so big now, my love.”
After you let her go, Elodie turns to Charles and cuddles into his chest.
“Happy Birthday, ma chérie,” he says, giving her a kiss on her forehead and holding her tightly.
“Thank you,” she says shyly to you both.
“How has your morning as a 5-year-old been?”
“I don’t know, I only just woke up,” she says, not at all meaning it to be humorous. You and Charles laugh regardless.
“Oh, that’s right,” Charles says. “Should we go downstairs?”
At that, you all get up and head downstairs where all the decorations you worked so hard to set up were.
It was all worth it when you saw the look on Elodie’s face. It was filled with wonder and excitement at all the presents laid out for her.
She suddenly lets out a loud gasp and runs to the pink bike that sits front and center.
“My bike!”
She turns to the both of you, her mouth open in shock. You can’t help but laugh at the look on her face.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it!”
She runs over to you and gives you a hug. She turns to her dad and gives him an equally big hug.
“Thank you! Can I go ride it right now?”
“How about we eat breakfast first, hmm? You’ll have plenty of time to try it out later.”
After breakfast, the three of you get ready for the day, preparing for the birthday party you and Charles planned. Soon enough, the house is filled with laughter, with Elodie’s uncles—some from the grid—arriving with arms full of gifts and birthday wishes. They’re greeted with Elodie’s excited squeals, each one met with a hug and enthusiastic thanks.
Elodie is surrounded by her friends and family, everyone doting on the birthday girl as she tries out her new bike, riding in small loops while everyone watches proudly. Charles stands beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watch her.
After a while, as Elodie laughs with her friends, Charles pulls you a little closer. You can feel his warmth and glance up to see a soft look in his eyes as he watches her.
“Hey,” he murmurs, turning to you with a playful but slightly vulnerable smile. “You think we might…have another one of these someday?”
You chuckle softly, nudging him. “Maybe. Let’s get through today first, yeah?”
Charles laughs and nods, squeezing your hand. “Yeah, you’re right. Just… seeing her like this. It makes me wonder what it’d be like, you know? A little more of all this love.”
You give him a warm smile, leaning into him. “Maybe one day, Charles,” you say, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
For now, you both turn your attention back to Elodie, who’s beaming with joy in the middle of her family.
It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)
Click here to read Part 1!
contains: social media au & text messages!
wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)
summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!
includes: suggestive content and sexting!
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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!
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meanwhile y/n and jude oblivious to the whole twitter situation:
judebellingham posted a story
vinijr posted a story
back to twitter:
video:
Guy in the photo talking to his friend
Guy in photo: “Ey, ey, ella que no es la novia de jude?” (Hey, hey, isn’t that jude’s girlfriend?) He points out starstruck, pointing at Y/N who was nearby.
Friend: “¿Parece que sí es?” (It seems like she is?) His friend replied recognizing her.
Guy in photo: “Oye le pediré foto?” (Hey, should I ask her for a photo?) He nervously asks. “¡Tal vez me menciona a Jude!” (Maybe she’ll mention me to Jude!)
Friend: “¿estás bien hermano? ¡Tú crees que van a platicar de ti! Ay wey en realidad estas mal” (Are you good bro? You think they’re going to talk about you? Oh dude, you’re so wrong!)
Guy: “callate! ¡No me arruines mis esperanzas! si hay hasta una pequeña posibilidad de que Jude simplemente escuche de mí por parte de t/n, ¡moriré feliz!” (Shut up! Don’t ruin my hopes! If there’s even a slight chance of Jude hearing of me from Y/N, I’ll die happy!) The boy smiled, determined to go up to Y/N.
Friend: está bien, vamos (fine, let’s go)
The two boys appeared to walk, on video, towards Y/N.
They tapped her on her shoulder once they had reached her. She turns around, appearing on camera.
Y/N smiles kindly at them.
Guy: Hola perdón por molestarte. Es que soy un gran fan de Jude. ¿Está bien si nos tomemos una foto? (Hey, sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of Jude. Is it okay if we take a photo?)
Y/N smiled widely at the question.
Y/N: “¡Claro!” (Of course!)
They both pose for the infamous photo and the friend retrieves it from the video.
Guy: “Gracias t/n!” Te lo agradezco.” (Thank you Y/N! I appreciate it) The boy expresses. Y/N smiles and nods at the fan.
Y/N: “¡Por nada! Tengan una bonita noche, que la disfruten!” (You’re welcome! Have a great night guys, enjoy it!) Y/N wishes, ready to part ways.
Guy: “¡Me saludas a Jude, porfa!” (Say hello to Jude for me, please!) The guy pleads, causing Y/N to giggle at the interaction.
Y/N: “Cuéntalo hecho!” (Count it as done!) Y/N smiles before walking away. Keeping her promise, later that night mentioning the encounter to Jude.
Y/N leaves and the friend starts to scold his friend.
Friend: “No manches! Salistes bien amargado en la foto wey!” (Seriously? You came out so bitter in the photo, dumbass!)
Guy: Es que estaba bien nervioso hermano. O sea es la novia de Jude Bellingham!” (It’s because I was so nervous, bro! I mean it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!) The boy exclaims to his friend. “¡Cómo crees que me sentia! Estoy por las nubes!” (How do you think I felt? I’m over the moon!)
Video ends
Back to Y/N & Jude:
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yourusername en el coleadero y empolvada 🏇 dia seis! (in the coleadero [a horse sports event] and dusty 🏇 day six!)
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yourmom you look so cute mija (darling)
yourusername thank you mami i love you! 💜
com1 she looks adorable in the first pic!
com2 okay but the sky!!!
erling.haaland I didn’t expect Jude to last this long without you! I just know he’s hanging on by a thread 🤣 I hope you’re having a great time out there y/n/n
com3 i’m dead erling 💀
judebellingham trust me mate I am not doing well
yourusername you know he’s the biggest baby erl!! Thank you ☺️
judebellingham you look hermosa!
yourusername did you use google translate? 😂 but thank you bebe 🥰
com4 A+ for effort lmao
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yourusername bailes en el rancho son mis favoritos! ya estamos listos para mañana 🥳 day 7 (dances at the ranch are my favorite! we’re ready for tomorrow 🥳)
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yourusername before anyone mentions my cousin on the last pic, he took me out to dance bc I was the only one from my primas (female cousins) who was standing alone at the baile while the rest were dancing w their mans🥺
com1 y/n better than me bc if my man didn’t know how to dance and I was at a baile I would be dancing!! not my fault my man don’t wanna learn
com2 you look like so much fun!
com3 the vibe in all of her daily dumps are EVERYTHING!
com4 I miss mexico now 😩
primo.user (cousin.user) mi compañera de baile MAS favorita!! 💃🏼 (my MOST favorite dance partner!! 💃🏼)
yourusername gracias por sacarme a bailar me moría de ganas (thank you for taking me out to dance, i was dying to dance!)
com5 Not y/n wanting to dance but couldn’t bc she’s a faithful woman! props to her cousin for standing up 👏
judebellingham la mas chula 😘 (the prettiest 😘)
yourusername you got me blushing bellingham 🤭 i’m glad you’ve got the google translate app installed
com5 not jop in the likes
com7 fr, first peso now jop
com8 jop didn’t have it in him to leave a comment like peso pluma thooo
com9 damn they’re already pregaming for the feria (festival) tomorrow
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yourusername sabado de gloria was one for the books ❤️🔥 mi mexico querido, el pais con tradiciones increibles 🥹 (saturday of glory was one for the books ❤️🔥 my beloved mexico, the country with incredible traditions 🥹)
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com1 okay bc Jude with a Mexican girlfriend was something I never expected but they’re so cute together!!! 💗
com2 the cultural difference between them is mind blowing but i kinda like it
com3 okay it’s been a week we need Jude and Y/N back together ASAP
judebellingham mi niña bonita 😍 I hope you’re having a blast darling!
yourusername the spanish better not stop when I get home because it’s so cute!
judebellingham i’m thanking google translate rn 🙏🏽
com4 that last pic is so aestheticly pleasing
com5 okay now I understand why Y/N had to go to Mexico!! That looks like sm fun
com6 fr i was like why would she ever leave Jude but I see why now
com7 her outfit and boots are so cute 🤩
Y/N’s POV:
I spread my limbs throughout the comfy bed but not as comfortable as the one awaiting me back home. My eyes flutter open, as I bask in my last morning in Mexico.
The morning sun shining through the window, brightening up the room. I take one last look through the window, the tree tall and green, dogs laying out on the ground, the pretty plants and the great range of mountains surrounding the rancho.
I let out a deep sigh as I sat up in bed, a mixed emotion about leaving this place. Leaving the peaceful and warm lifestyle that is Mexico was always heart wrenching but my skin tingles at the thought of going back home. Not a home, like a house or a place but Jude. Jude is my home.
I smiled at the thought of him and a warmth at my core enlights.
A home cooked meal was already awaiting me in the kitchen and family slowly started filling my grandparents' home to say their goodbyes.
I frown at the thought of leaving them but I know life would never be the same if I stayed.
The time is approaching to my last minutes with everyone. An emotional goodbye to the animals, the beautiful home that holds many wonderful memories, and of course to all of my family especially my grandparents.
“Te amamos mija. Ya sabes que aqui siempre esta tu casa, (we love you darling. You know that you’ll always have your home here” My grandma tells and we pull each other into a tight hug.
I wipe the tears that we are threatening to spill.
“Hasta luego muñeca que dios la bendiga! (Until next time doll god bless you!)” My grandpa expressed as he kissed my cheek, pulling me into his arms.
After all the goodbyes, my uncle started the truck and loaded my luggages.
On our way to the airport I watched the landscapes contentedly and whispered my goodbyes to the familiar roads.
It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)
Part 2
contains: social media au & text messages!
wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)
summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!
includes: suggestive content and sexting!
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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!
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“Babe, I think I want to go on a trip,” I blurted out, as Jude and I both chilled on the living room couch.
Jude was laying down beside me, as I sat comfortably. He looked up from his phone, locking his eyes with mine. His feet softly grazing my thigh.
“Yeah? Where should we go?” He asked sweetly, curious as to our next trip.
“Well, I meant me.” I clarified.
“What?” He baffled, his eyebrows scrunching together, now sitting up.
I turned over, holding in my laughter at his reaction.
“What do you mean?” He questioned, closing the gap between us on the coach.
“You’re so cute when you’re confused,” I smiled, letting out a giggle, as I traced his cheek with my hand.
His big brown eyes bore into mine as they waited for an answer.
“There’s going to be a festival in Mexico to start off the spring season. It’s a pretty big deal and my cousins from over there were inviting me to go,” I explained, in hopes that he’d be on board with the idea.
“Oh.” He replies, scooting back leaving some space between us.
I frown at the lost touch of his presence and his dull bland response.
He clears his throat and contemplates whether or not he should go back on his phone as he processes his girlfriend’s words.
“Jude?” I say, moving closer to him, placing my hand under his knee. Softly roaming around his skin.
His eyes flicker back over to me.
He lets out a sigh and his head falls back.
I stopped my roaming hand that was now on his broad thigh.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask softly, looking at his head that was laying on the far end of the couch.
I grab ahold of his soft hand with mine and place them against my lips. Peppering small kisses on them.
Butterflies erupted in Jude’s stomach from the continuous touch of his girlfriend and her loving low voice.
Jude melts at Y/N’s puppy dog eyes which she probably doesn’t even know she has.
“It’s nothing.” He reiterates.
“Jude! Come on,” I give him a knowing look.
Jude grumbles and lets out an annoyed laugh knowing he can’t fool his girl.
I raised a brow at him, ready for him to fess up.
Jude wasn’t the type to say “no” to his girlfriend. He wasn’t controlling in a toxic way nor did he ever stop her from doing something she wanted to.
Y/N wasn’t asking for Jude’s permission, she never felt that way so she knew that wasn’t it.
“I don’t know. I just feel weird because that’s a whole different part of your life that I don’t know about. You’ve mentioned your trips to Mexico before but you’ve never been since we’ve started dating,” He slowly confessed.
I nodded understandingly.
“Yeah babe, I know.”
Jude was glad Y/N understood.
“That’s exactly why my cousins are begging me to go. It’s always so fun when we all get together and it’s been forever since we’ve last seen each other,” I explain.
Of course Jude has met Y/N’s family like her uncles, aunts, cousins, grand-parents all family members that lived in the same country as them. But never her extended family that far out, so he was apprehensive about it.
Of course it was her family, but it had him on edge.
“Well are your parents going or y/b/n & y/s/n?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Nope, just me. But it’s okay Jude. I’ve been there before, trust me, it’s like my second home. You don’t have to worry.” I tried to console, but really it just irked him.
“I don’t really know. I’d just feel more comfortable if your parents or siblings were there,” He shrugged.
I sighed.
“Well, what is it about me going that’s got you all worked up?” I inquired.
“Well for starters what are you going to be doing there? Are you just going to be there with cousins or with other people? Also, where are you going to be staying?” He eagerly revealed.
“Well it’s a small rancho and the festival is going to be in the pueblo. So-” I was saying, trying to respond to his questions before he cut me off.
“I don’t know those terms,” He brattily exclaims. He’s sitting with his legs sprawled out on the coach as his upper body laid back on the arm rest.
His tone hit a nerve. I breathed in, trying to be as patient as I could.
“Well you could ask nicely about it instead of interrupting me,” I scolded.
He stayed silent, knowing he could’ve been better, but kept his poker face on.
I very visibly rolled my eyes at him before continuing.
“Pueblo is the main town, but it’s small so everyone knows each other. Rancho is where most of the people reside and have their homes. There are many different ranchos all around. Some of them are bigger than others,” I try to explain.
I look straight at him and he barely gives a nod.
“Can I continue what I was saying now?” I pettily asked him, now that I was done explaining terms to him.
“Please, go on,” He insists, almost too nicely.
I let out an annoyed hum before continuing.
“The festival is going to be in the Pueblo on the weekend. There’s going to be bailes, which means dances before you interrupt again, leading up to the weekend and the day of. There’s going to be live bands everywhere and cabalgatas, which are trails of people on horses.” I describe.
“So you’re going to be there for the weekend?” Jude asks, thinking to himself: not too bad.
“No, for a week,” I responded.
“A week?!” He yells, his thick accent coming through, straightening himself in his seat again.
“Yes, a week, Jude!” I sternly repeat, sitting across from him.
He crosses his arms like a baby. I almost wanted to let out a cackle.
“For what? Your festival is going to be on the weekend. Why would you possibly need to be there for so long?” He beckons sassily.
“Hmm, I don’t know Jude.” I question aloud to myself. “Maybe to visit my grandparents and spend some quality time with them. Or also hmm, let me think. The cousins I’m going to be spending my time with, let me just party with them and dip the next day. No! I’m going to spend time with the family that I don’t get to see often,” I exclaim, getting frustrated with the way he’s acting.
“So you’re going to be partying in Mexico?” He asks in a serious tone.
“Are you being serious? Is that all you got from what I just said?” I huffed, spreading my legs, not daring to touch his that were mere centimeters away from mine.
Jude lifts his brow, waiting for my response.
“Of course I’m going to be partying Jude! That’s the point of the festival, it’s in celebration of spring,” I exasperated.
“That’s a load of crap. What do you mean in celebration of spring?” He scoffs.
“It’s tradition. It’s on the weekend of Easter so it’s an important weekend,” I flatly say.
Jude could tell that Y/N was getting angry. He doesn’t blame her though, he was acting like a big baby. She never acted the way he was acting right now when he had to travel all the time or with his busy schedule.
“You never answered my other questions,” Jude lets out, in a genuine tone this time.
“Well I could’ve since the beginning if you would’ve just let me,” I state, slightly looking away from him.
He wanted to blurt out an apology but didn’t.
I started, “I’m staying at my grandparents' home, where my (choose parent) grew up. My aunts and uncles live nearby too, as well as my cousins. At the festival I’m going to be with my cousins and their friends. Which I’ve befriended in the past. Like I said, it's a small town so everyone knows each other.”
“Guy friends?” Jude inquires, with a look.
“Jude, is this what this is about?” I rolled my eyes.
“Partly yes. I just don’t know your history over there. Is there something I should know about or be worried about?” He remarks.
“Jude are you being serious?” I hissed.
“Very!” He exclaims loudly, swinging his arms in motion.
“I should’ve known,” I grunt, rolling my eyes.
I get off of the couch, ready to walk away. Steam blows out of my ears as I storm past him.
Jude sits up and pulls me back before I was out of his reach, landing me on his lap.
“I just don’t want a Mexican guy trying to win over your heart,” He whispers into my neck. My back pressed against his chest.
“You’re annoying,” I murmur, facing away from him.
Jude only tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Nuzzling himself into my shoulder.
I try to pull away from him but he just elongates his hold.
I roll my eyes at him, sitting still in his embrace, knowing he can feel my stiffness against his touch.
“Just because of this I’m going to play along with all the guys trying to get my attention.” I proclaim.
Jude unknowingly loosens his grip at the words.
“And trust me when I say there’s a whole lot of them.” I taunt, getting up from his now ungripped hold.
I walk away from him and go into our room.
I grab my laptop and start looking for upcoming flights.
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Jude was giving Y/N her space knowing that’s what she needed right now.
He was mindlessly scrolling on twitter, trying to get his mind off things when something caught his eye.
Immediately eyeing the room Y/N was in.
He quickly went on Y/N’s instagram account not believing his eyes.
He could give less fucks about her using his card. He didn’t actually believe that she bought a ticket.
Sure he knew she was going regardless, but they just had an argument about it.
Jude barged into their room, Y/N was on her phone, laying in bed, acting as if Jude didn’t just abruptly enter their bedroom.
“Did you just buy a ticket?” Jude presses in shock.
I hum in response.
See I had it planned all along once I had entered the room.
I posted the laptop, which showed me browsing through flights and Jude’s credit card. That clearly revealed his name, blocking out his numbers.
Once I snapped a photo with Jude’s card, I bought the plane ticket with my own banking account. Just using Jude’s card for the photo. But he doesn’t know that.
I knew the story was going to gain a lot of traction and would somehow land on Jude’s socials.
Which it quickly did because he’s in the room now, a couple minutes after my post.
“Did you actually Y/N?” He asked, and I could tell he was asking seriously.
I looked up at him.
“Yes. I did.” I reply nonchalantly.
“Are you being serious right now?” He asks, still in question.
“Yes Jude, how many times do I have to repeat myself?!” I huff.
“Oh okay, now” He nods . “I see how we’re doing this.” He says angrily. Inching closer to the bed where I laid.
“Yeah, that’s how we’re doing it because when I tried talking to you about it you just couldn’t hear me out!” I say, finally yelling out. After trying to stay calm.
“You’re right and I’m sorry,” He apologies, standing right by me. “I should’ve been more open. I just got jealous knowing that there’s going to be guys there that are going to want you. I mean come on, you know that. Look at you!” He exclaims. “Plus they’ve known you way before I did. It just makes me feel some type of way.” He frowns.
I blush at his remark.
“I’m sure there’s guys who are waiting for your arrival and it boils my blood because you’re mine, Y/N!” Jude blurts out.
I sit up and reach up to his tall figure, placing my arm around Jude’s shoulder. He leans down at my touch as his eyes melt into mine.
I pull his face down upon mine and lean into him. Fluttering my eyes closed and pressing my lips against his. He softly let his lips flow with mine.
He let himself fall onto the bed, on top of me.
“You could’ve led with that,” I say, pulling apart from his lips as I wrap my arms around his upper back.
“I know. I’m such an idiot!” Jude proclaims as he falls deeper into my arms.
His lips pressed against my cheek.
“You own my heart Jude. There’s no one I would rather be with!” I whisper, placing my hands on his cheeks and pressing his lips on mine.
He let himself fall into our kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, passionately deepening our kiss.
Jude’s hand roams through my hair that’s sprawled out on the sheets. The other is placed on my face, caressing my cheeks with his soft fingers.
“I love you Jude!” I murmured in between our kisses. “And just because there’s guys who want me, they don’t matter because I want you!” I emphasize, pressing my nose on his.
“Okay, thank you.” Jude nods, knowing he has nothing to worry about, pecking my lips.
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@y/n reposted a tiktok
(translation: you don’t need therapy, you need to go to jerez, zacatecas for Saturday of Glory {name of festival} )
Comments under tiktok:
@.judes.lover is this where y/n was referring to on her insta story?
@.soccerwag not y/n reposting this tiktok!!!
@.bellingol I’d actually love to see y/n in this environment we all know she’s got it in her
@.vini&judenum1fan I knew she was mexican but not this mexican (in a good way) love her even more now!
@.madridster I just need to know what jude thinks bc we all know jude has no clue what’s going on (coming from a mexican girly)
@.mrs.bellingham Love that jude is with a cultured girl
@.y/nsupporter I didn’t know I needed jude to be with a Mexican until now!!!
@.maridfanatic Not all the comments being about jude and y/n
@.guy-attending-the-event It’s going to be my mission finding y/n and asking her to dance. I know for a fact she hasn’t danced to banda since dating Jude
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A couple of days have gone by since Y/N bought her ticket to Mexico and her trip was coming up soon.
Jude was scrolling through tiktok when he came across a video of someone speaking of Y/N’s upcoming trip.
Jude and Y/N were used to people making posts about them so it didn’t come as a surprise to Jude. Especially since it was made known that Y/N was going on a trip, due to the story post and tiktok repost.
The video played out of a girl speaking, “Guys, look at what I just found! So we all know Y/N reposted this video on tiktok where you can clearly see crowds of people in Mexico.” The tiktok started and began playing the video Y/N reposted. “You can see the people in the video wearing typical Mexican apparel such as the tejanas (cowboy hats) which most of them are wearing.” The girl who posted the video said.
“So, I got curious as to what all these people were doing just standing there and what the big deal is because that video got 30,000 likes. I searched up the place and the festival and if Y/N really is going there. Look at what she’s going to be doing.” The girl closed off the statement before playing a video she found.
Jude watched the video that was played.
Video:
Jude was pretty surprised at how everyone partied at this festival based on the video. He didn’t know it was that intense and hard. But he trusted Y/N to take care of herself, he knew she was responsible and wouldn’t put herself in a situation he needed to worry about. But of course he still would.
Jude opened up the comments of the tiktok.
Comments:
@.user.name Dude I swear jude better be careful y/n’s going to have the time of her life!!
@.judextrent Is jude going too or just y/n cause i can’t picture jude there
@.amexicangirl’saccount y/n is better than me cause i would fall to my knees at the sight of a tall handsome charro
The last comment caught Jude’s attention and saw that that comment had a lot of likes and replies.
He pressed view replies under that comment.
@.amexicangirlsaccount y/n is better than me cause i would fall to my knees at the sight of a tall handsome charro
@.user<3 Same!! It has to be their attire because girllll
@.user1My man is a charro and whenever he puts on his fits i remember why i fell for him all over again and whenever we dance and he has charro outfit it’s EVERYTHING
@.girlsname You’re lucky that’s my dream!
Jude didn’t even realize Y/N was out of the shower and in the room, he was so invested in these last comments.
Y/N’s POV:
I had just walked into the room after my shower, to find Jude deep in his phone.
The device being too close to his face, brows interlinked, and his skin perplexed.
“Are you okay?” I asked concerned.
He looked up from his phone, looking at me petrified.
“How’d you get in here?” He asked, puzzled. I guess he realized how his question sounded as I furrowed my brows.
“I mean, sorry, I just didn’t see you enter,” He fumbled his words.
“Ok?” I say, confused.
I sat on my vanity, my back facing Jude.
I applied moisturizer on my face. Through the mirror I saw Jude turning off his phone and placing it on the bed beside him.
He seemed like he was pondering.
As I was grabbing my hair brush, I heard Jude ask, “Baby, what is a charro?” from behind me.
I turned around in my seat, baffled by his random question, gaping at him.
I didn’t even know how to approach his question. Do I ask where he heard the word from or just answer his thought?
“I just watched this video of a girl speaking about your trip and where you’d be going. I was reading the comments and they mentioned it. I was just curious as to what that meant,” He tried playing it off smoothly.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the calmness of his voice, knowing he was eager to know the answer.
I grabbed the brush and went to sit next to him in bed.
He looked at me ready for my response.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re so funny Jude, I swear.” I say as my smile got bigger.
“Look here’s the video,” He said, handing me his phone.
I watched as the girl depicted the video I reposted and went onto show the video she found of the festival.
“Not them doing research on where I’m going,” I smiled, interested in the video.
“Literally, I didn’t even think of doing that.” He spoke, raising his brow.
I chuckled.
“You know how passionate they are,” I smile.
“You don’t gotta tell me twice!” He mumbled, making me giggle. “I’m just glad they love you because I wouldn’t be able to stand it if they didn’t.” He says turning over to press his lips on mine. Melting at his soft peck.
“So, what about charros?” I ask, going back to the original question.
“Yeah, what are they?” He asked inquisitively.
“They’re guys who are dressed in a certain attire, who practice a certain horseback lifestyle. It’s more of like a hobby but some take it more seriously than others. They do tricks on horses, It’s pretty cool!” I explained.
Jude intakes the information and nods.
“Why?” I ask, noticing his serious intake to it. “What were the comments?” Bringing up the comments he mentioned earlier.
Jude pulled up the comments and showed them to me.
“Are you serious, Jude?” I laugh looking at the comments, not taking him seriously.
“What?” He asked with a shrug. “I was just curious!”
“Okay, buddy,” I hum, knowing his slight jealous and possessive tendencies.
“Yeah, yeah.” He says, looking away.
I smile at him, leaning closer to him kissing his jaw.
“I have Jude Bellingham, I don’t need a charro,” I whisper seductively, pressing a kiss underneath his ear.
My hand was placed on the other side of his face, lightly scratching his sideburns.
Jude relaxed against my touch but I couldn’t let him down that easily.
“Plus I already had a charro,” I hum with a smirk.
He immediately tenses under my touch and turns around to face me, pushing me away from him.
I start dying of laughter falling back onto the bed.
“I’m kidding!” I say as the tears start brimming in my eyes, from my constant laughter.
“I hate you, you know that?” He says annoyed, getting off the bed.
I sit up and he starts walking away.
I get up on the bed and jump on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I put my arms around his neck but he doesn’t hold me up, ignoring my touch.
“You don’t hate me, you love me!” I laugh as I place my head on his shoulder.
“No.” He murmurs as he walks out the room as if I wasn’t on him.
I started messing around with him, my hand grabbing onto his chin and squishing it as I moved his face around.
We got to the living room and he threw me on the couch.
I laugh my butt off as he just stands over my body tally.
“You’re just so fun to rattle up baby and it doesn’t help that you make it so easy!” I laugh.
“Whatever!” He mutters, turning around and walking away.
I slap his ass that’s in perfect view from my position on the couch, knowing it’ll get him more mad..
“I love you Judey!” I loudly exclaim as he ignores me, continuing to walk away.
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The next weekend came around and I was packing my luggage.
Jude was watching me from the bed.
“I’m going to miss you while you’re gone baby!” Jude frowned from the bed.
I turned away from my clothes to his whining, smiling.
“Maybe I should go away more often so you can pay me with all this love!” I teased.
I continued folding my clothes and packing it all away.
“I can’t wait to get all these guy’s attention too!” I say getting up from where the luggage was placed.
I could feel Jude’s glare on me.
I tried holding in my smile as I looked over at him.
He was death glaring me.
“You know you think you’d be used to it by now,” I smile at him.
“No, Y/N. Why would I get used to you saying you’re waiting for other guys' attention?” He grimaced.
“Because you know it’s a joke!” I laugh.
“Still don’t see me laughing,” He says with the most serious tone ever.
I chuckled at him. “Ok babe,” I say dismissing him.
He stays silent.
“It’s okay babe. Don’t worry I’ll spray our pillows with my perfume, so you can sniff it when you miss me,” I continue my teasing .
“I’m keeping my favorite panties of yours!” He proclaims.
“For what?” I say taken aback.
“Don’t worry about it,” He smirks.
“You’re gross!” I shudder in thought.
Once I finished packing we both got ready for our dinner.
“Just know I’m fucking you good before you leave. Reminding you of what’s waiting for you when you come back!” Jude exclaims from behind me, pressing his dick against my ass before walking out the door.
“Have you bent over in this little dress after our reservation,” Jude says, bending me over from behind.
“Jude!” I yell out, smacking his chest.
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It was now the next day and after a long wonderful night (thanks to Jude 😉) it was time to head to the airport.
Jude grumbled in bed as I opened my eyes. I removed the bed covers off me ready to get out of bed until Jude pulled me into a little spoon.
“Do you have to leave?” He mutters in his morning voice from behind.
I frown at his request.
“I promise the days will pass by in an instant,” I try to console. I intertwine my hand with his and press kisses on his soft skinned hand.
He sighs from behind me before placing my hair aside so that he could lay in between my neck.
I squirm at his touch causing him to giggle, which has me erupting in butterflies because of his beautiful laugh.
I’m going to miss him more than anything while I’m gone.
We both lay comfortably in silence and he tightens his grip around my figure. I don’t want him to let go, ever.
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yourusername first day dump 🇲🇽 glad to be back ❣️
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com1 viva mexico!!
com 2 ahhh she looks like a natural with the horse! that smile ☺️
jobebellingham have fun sissy!! ❤️
yourusername thanks jobey! 😘
judebellingham not too much fun….. kidding 👀
denisebellingham don’t listen to him darling! have an amazing time (away from him) 😉
judebellingham what mum?
yourusername thanks denise and jobe will do 😌
judebellingham I hope you’re having a great first day love 🤍
yourusername thanks love, I miss you 🫶
com3 that food looks so good! I’m hungry now 🤤
com4 those micheladas look so bomb!!
yourusername we never forget the miches 🍻
com4 bruh I can’t with Jude 😭 🤣
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yourusername day ✌🏼
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com1 not trent in y/ns likes 😭
com2 girl what? I’m sure theyre friends
com1acc yeah but notice how trent didn’t like her day one dump, considering the first pic of this one
judebellingham woah 🤩 (speaking of the first photo) you’re so hot! Are you single?
yourusername sorry happily married 💍
judebellingham damn what a bummer :( hope he’s a good husband
yourusername the best 🤭
com3 i love how they’re not married but he still plays along with it 😆
com4 fr he’s so sweet 😭
vinijr come back we need jude in his full potential
yourusername i shall be back soon 🫡
com5 i swear i’m no better than a man 🫣
com6 bellingham is a lucky man bc shes fine af
com7 My respects to jude cause god dayum
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yourusername we out tonight 👢day three 🎉
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yourcousin bailes no son los mismos sin ti ✨ feliz que estés devuelta (dances aren’t the same without you ✨ glad you’re back)
yourusername encantada de estar de vuelta 🤪 (glad to be back 🤪)
you2ndcousin y puro polvadero 😁 (translation: and pure dust) (meaning: that they were dancing so much that their boots caused dust to arise around them from the ground)
yourusername claro 😌 (of course 😌)
com1 i saw her at the baile and lemme tell you girl can dance
judebellingham your outfit is so cute, so are you 😉
yourusername you’re cuter though 🥰
judebelligham IMPOSSIBLE
judebellingham have fun! cause when you’re home you’re not leaving my arms
yourusername sounds like a plan ☺️
com2 damn i wish i was y/n 😣
com3 same
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y/nusername we’re chilling on our fourth day. a quick trip to the pueblo, horseback ride to el oxxo, but mostly basking in those rancho days 🌄
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pesopluma es todo 🇲🇽 (that’s everything 🇲🇽)
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com1 ariana what are you doing here?
com2 oof jude come get yo girl before she gets rizzed up by peso
com3 not him trying to hit on y/n after nikki
com4 i mean i don’t blame him but our girl y/n cuffed up for life
com5 dude for real bc jude and her are EVERYTHING if they ever break up love isn’t real i swear
a-rancho-friend vente pa la cancha acá vamos a estar (come to the park we’re going to be here)
yourusername ay vamos!! (we’re going!!)
judebellingham yesss i’ve been awaiting your post they make my day
yourusername we’re halfway there baby! Four more days and i’ll be back in your sweet arms that i desperately miss
judebellingham i’m counting the days 🤞🏽
com6 her outfits are always so cute
com7 i love her riding to el oxxo
jobebellingham those tacos look delicious! sneak me some back to england! 🙏🏽
y/nusername come next time and i’ll show you all the great spots ☺️
jobebellingham deal!!
a-charro-from-mexico cuando sabe andar a caballo 😮💨 (when she knows how to be on a horse 😮💨)
y/nusername posted two new stories
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yourusername cabalgatas are always so fun! Day five <3
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com1 she’s so beautiful i swear
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yourbff que hermosidad!! 😍 (what a beauty)
yourusername who me or the horse? 😊
yourbff both but def meant you hehe
judebellingham you know you really surprise me more and more everyday and i’m in love 🤩
yourusername i’m glad to hear 🥰
com2 as long as jude doesn’t look like bad bunny riding with kendall 😬
yourusername lol no if jude ever decides to want to ride a horse i’ll make sure he can ride on his own or be well experienced to have me ride with him
com3 i love y/n standing up to these comments
com4 i just don’t think y/n wants her man to be a meme
com5 y/n missing jude so much she’s hugging the horse pretending it’s jude bc of the height difference 🤫
yourusername bahahahah @judebellingham imma have to start doing this now
Cami is the definition of an extrovert. She loves meeting new people and can easily converse with anyone.
She is always happy and radiates joy.
She is very headstrong, she works hard for what she wants.
Cami is confident in herself and her skills but she isn’t cocky. She knows she can always work to be better.
She is the mom friend of the group. She’s used to caring for people, it’s one of the many ways she shows her love.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ RANDOM FACTS
Cami is a Pilates girl through and through, she goes at least twice a week.
She has 5 siblings: Santiago, Gabriel, Aracely, Vicente, & Emily. She was born after Santiago, everyone else was born in the order their names were stated.
She worked in a coffee shop all throughout high school.
She has been best friends with the same girl, Lina, since 5th grade. They’re now at Michigan together.
She’s only ever driven manual cars; her first car was a manual. Her dad would only agree to split the expenses of a car if it was a manual.
Cami started posting on YouTube when she was 16 years old.
she said i didn't have to tag her but i'm going to anyway! @toasttt11 thank you so much for inspiring this!! i’m such a huge fan of all your aus and the hardwork you dedicate to them <3
also a huge thanks to @marjorie189 for literally keeping me sane through all of this and celebrating every little milestone with me, love you girl <33
