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𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑

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⁀➴𝚌𝚠: 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙, 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚒

Something you learned early on from your mom was to keep your finances separate.

“You never know when you’ll need to pick up and leave. I love your father, but I won’t risk it all for him.”

That always stuck with you.

It wasn’t like you were ever in a situation with a man where you were talking about bank accounts.

But you knew.

Always have a separate one.

You weren’t going to allow yourself to drown beneath your comforter, with the only company being the crumbs from the chips you’d eaten or whatever reality show happened to be on that day. That would’ve gone against everything you were.

You were strong-willed. Resilient. Independent.

But instead, you found your arm snaking out from beneath the blankets, your mind almost willing it to stretch farther.

Far enough to reach the basement.

Far enough to reach the scrapbooks your mom kept.

You wanted to see him again.

His smile.

The way his eyes creased when he laughed.

You found yourself getting angry.

Angry at him.

Especially angry at yourself.

You hadn’t felt this kind of catastrophic heartbreak since you were a teenager. Back then, everything felt like life or death. Your heart would pound so hard you swore it was going to beat out of your chest. Your vision would blur.

It was dramatic.

Visceral.

You felt ridiculous for it.

You weren’t even dating Chris.

But God…

He had felt like a safe place.

Like home.

Maybe you were lucky to feel something this deeply again.

Maybe, you thought, you should thank Chris for that.

For reminding you that you were alive.

Alive.

Alive in Richmond, Virginia.

Alive and young and able.

You hadn’t spoken to Chris in over a week. He didn’t come around the house, didn’t come over for dinner anymore, or offer to help your dad with projects around the house. If your dad saw him, it was because your dad went to him.

It was clear to you that Chris had made his choice. You’d overhear your dad telling your mom how torn up Chris was over Marissa. It made you sick.

You knew you didn’t deserve to feel this way. Marissa didn’t deserve the white-hot heat that spread through your chest every time her name was mentioned. Of course Chris would pick her over you.

He almost married her.

You had a choice, too, though. You didn’t have to live in the shadows of a woman you didn’t know. You didn’t have to feel like a young, stupid girl.

You weren’t one.

You knew that.

You refused to forget it.

The Virginia sun feels good on your back.

Warm.

Increasingly familiar.

Maybe it wasn’t Chris who made the sun feel so good.

Maybe the sun shone the same no matter what.

Maymont Park was a place Chris had mentioned once. He’d said he’d take you there someday. It had been in passing, but you’d remembered. You’d looked it up that night when you got home and spent far too long scrolling through pictures of gardens and walking trails.

You’d been excited to see it with him.

It’s different now.

It was much bigger than you’d imagined, and he hadn’t been lying.

It was beautiful.

You make yourself at home on a grassy little spot underneath a tree.

Home.

This was home now.

Your home.

You watch a father on the phone talking to his daughter. You can tell he hasn’t seen her in a while.

Maybe she’s away at college.

Maybe she moved away and started a family of her own.

A woman sits on a bench throwing breadcrumbs to pigeons, despite the signs that clearly say:

DO NOT FEED ANIMALS.

She doesn’t care.

You admire that.

A girl sits alone on a blanket like you. Headphones over her ears, a tattered copy of Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus resting in her lap.

That makes you laugh.

You wonder if she’s here for the same reason you are.

Maybe she’s trying to find herself again, too.

Maybe you’re both just doing the best you can.

Chris holds his phone in one hand, one eye still closed against the morning sun spilling through the curtains.

“How long can hangovers actually last?”

He knows the answer.

He knows hangovers don’t last an entire week, no matter how old you are. But he can’t shake the feeling. The looming dread. The shaky hands. The upset stomach that won’t go away, no matter how much antacid he chews.

He could admit something to himself.

Look at it head-on.

Stop looking at it from the corner of his eye.

He missed you.

Chris still had all the same things.

The same truck.

The same fishing boat.

The same booth at the diner.

But something was different.

Off.

You weren’t in the passenger seat anymore, talking entirely too loud even though you were sitting right beside him.

He wasn’t wiping mud off your legs after you’d wiped out because he’d forgotten to check the weather.

You’d laughed so hard that day your stomach hurt.

Then you spent the rest of the drive making fun of him for not checking the forecast.

You weren’t ordering a milkshake and fries, trying to convince him to dip them together.

Chris knows he’s not lonely. Not technically.

He knows practically the entire town. He could call up just about any buddy of his to go fishing or head down to the lake with a cigar and a beer.

But it had been nice having you.

He hadn’t really let anyone in like that.

Not in a long time.

Chris knows this was for the best.

That phrase repeated over and over until he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to form any other words.

This was for the best.

It was.

Nothing about the situation had been ideal. Falling for his best friend’s daughter, a woman fifteen years younger than him.

He owed your dad more than he could ever repay. He wasn’t sure he would’ve survived Marissa leaving if it hadn’t been for him.

He did the right thing.

He was doing the right thing.

But one word kept creeping back into his head.

“Okay.”

You hadn’t cried.

You hadn’t argued.

Your face didn’t even change.

You’d just said…

“Okay.”

You’d said it like it didn’t cost you anything.

Like you didn’t care that he was ending whatever this was.

That had to be it.

Of course you didn’t.

You were young.

Beautiful.

You lit up every single room you walked into.

You had so much more life to live.

So much more to offer.

Of course.

A loud knock at the door startles Chris.

He’d promised your dad he’d help him change the oil in his truck. Your dad’s back had been bothering him lately. He couldn’t bend the way he used to.

Chris might’ve been miserable, but he wasn’t about to leave a friend hanging.

He lets out a humorless laugh as he pushes himself off the couch.

Wouldn’t leave a friend hanging…

But he’d kissed his daughter.

He catches his reflection in the hallway mirror.

He looks tired.

Hopefully, that’s all anyone else sees.

Hopefully, no one can tell you’ve been the thing keeping him awake.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Chris!”

“Hey, man.” Chris’s smile is tight.

Unconvincing.

“Truck’s by the garage.” Your dad jerks his head toward the driveway. “‘Preciate you doin’ this for me.”

Chris follows him outside. “‘Course. You know I never mind helpin’ an old man out.”

“Watch it.” Your dad laughs. “You’re gettin’ up there too.”

Chris smirks, rolling his eyes as he starts laying out his tools.

“Haven’t seen ya around in a while, Chris.”

Chris slides the oil pan beneath the truck and loosens the drain plug with his wrench.

“Yeah…”

He clears his throat.

“Been busy.”

“Saw you leave with Marissa after the wedding. Not sayin’ it’s my business, man… I just…”

He shrugs.

“I don’t know. You haven’t been actin’ right.”

An easy way out.

Marissa.

Not…

I kissed your daughter.

But…

Marissa.

Chris slides out from under the truck.

“Yeah… uh…”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“Kinda shocked me.”

Another pause.

“I’m alright.”

Your dad studies him for a long moment.

“You sure, Chris?”

“Yeah, man.”

Your dad claps Chris on the shoulder, looking relieved.

“Glad to hear it.”

Chris goes back to work beneath the truck, checking the oil filter before reaching for the fresh oil. He hopes your dad doesn’t notice the way his hands shake.

Or how he can’t seem to look him in the eye.

“My kid’s doin’ good, too.”

Chris’s wrench stills for half a second.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.” Your dad smiles. “She’s finally gettin’ out there. Meetin’ people. Seems a lot happier than when she first moved.”

Chris nods.

“That’s good.”

“Think you helped with that, honestly.”

Chris’s stomach turns.

Your dad's hands should be around his neck.

He shouldn’t be here thanking him.

“She, uh… she seein’ anybody?”

Chris can’t help himself.

“Oh, you know…” He chuckles. “I don’t get involved with any of that stuff.”

He wipes his hands on an old rag.

“Can’t think about that shit. She’s still my little girl.”

His little girl.

The quiet settles back in as your dad’s truck disappears down the driveway.

He should be able to breathe now.

Everything was working itself out.

Right?

Your dad didn’t suspect a thing.

You’re happy.

You’re exploring the town he first introduced you to.

You’re happy.

You’re happy without him.

Of course you are.

Of course.

You had to be.

…Right?

Chris listens to your dad tell a story he’s heard a hundred times while he flips burgers.

The sky is clear today.

Impossibly blue.

His neighbor throws this picnic every year and invites practically the entire neighborhood. It’s not like Chris could’ve skipped it. He lived a few houses down.

Someone would’ve knocked on his door.

Someone always needed help with the grill.

He listens as people shout their orders at him.

“Cheese!”

“No cheese!”

“Y’all got any Beyond burgers?”

Chris blinks.

“The fuck’s a Beyond burger?”

A few people laugh.

Chris adjusts his baseball cap, scratching at his scalp as sweat trickles down his temples.

He’d asked your dad where you were.

Your dad had shrugged.

Don’t know if she’s comin’.

Chris had wanted to say…

Well, you have to know because my sanity depends on it.

Instead…

He’d just nodded.

Chris can finally feel his shoulders begin to relax.

He feels his feet on the ground again.

Then he hears you laugh.

Bright.

Loud.

Free.

His head turns before he even realizes he’s looking for you.

He spots you immediately.

Of course he does.

Of course.

You’re making your way toward him.

No.

Probably your dad.

Your dad was standing right beside him.

A smile spreads across his face before he can stop it.

There you are.

Chris’s smile disappears almost immediately.

A man falls into step beside you, reaching for the cooler you’re carrying.

No.

Not a man.

A boy.

His head turns toward your dad.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh yeah,” your dad says with a shrug. “She mentioned maybe bringin’ a friend if she stopped by.”

Chris feels like his stomach drops.

“Hey, Dad!” You lean in to hug your dad before meeting Chris's eyes. “Chris,” He watches you give him a polite nod like you’re strangers. “Uh, this is Miles. Figured one more person here wouldn’t hurt.”

Miles extends a hand toward your dad before offering Chris the same polite smile.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Good to meet ya, son.” Your dad gives Miles a rough shake.

“Seems a little early for ‘son,’” Chris mumbles.

Everyone looks at him.

Chris clears his throat.

“Uh…”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“Hungry? I could throw somethin’ on the grill.”

“Oh, no.” You wave him off with a smile. “We’re good. We already ate.”

Already ate.

A date.

“Alright, well, we’re gonna go find a table.”

Chris watches as Miles leads you toward a picnic table beneath one of the big oak trees.

You’re still carrying that damn cooler.

He turns back to the grill.

He thinks he’s sweating even worse now.

“So…” Chris flips a burger. “You know this Miles character?”

“Nah.” Your dad shakes his head. “The kid’s mentioned him once or twice, but that’s about all I know.”

“Hm.” Chris nods, trying to sound casual. “So… this is new then?”

“Must be.” Your dad reaches over and steals a hot dog off the grill. “Gotta hit the bathroom.”

Chris watches him disappear before turning another burger.

His eyes drift back to you anyway.

At that table.

With that boy.

Miles was clean-cut.

Well-dressed.

Baby-faced.

Chris knew he was attractive, too.

But it wasn’t about that.

It was the way his knees ached when he climbed out of bed some mornings.

The reading glasses sitting in the center console of his truck.

The gray hair he swore multiplied every time he looked in the mirror.

This was good.

This was the right choice.

Miles could keep up with you.

Miles was your age.

Miles wasn’t your dad’s best friend.

It made sense.

This was the right choice.

Miles was sweet.

You’d only met him a couple of days ago on some dating app, trying to get yourself back out there.

You figured there wasn’t a safer place for a first date than surrounded by half the town.

You didn’t completely trust men.

Not yet.

Miles hadn’t questioned it.

You appreciated that.

You allowed yourself to pretend to be surprised when you walked in and saw Chris standing by the grill in his khaki shorts, baseball cap, and those fucking white sneakers.

Of course Chris would be there.

Of course he would.

You could admit something to yourself.

Maybe…

Maybe a small part of you had wanted him to see you with someone else.

To show him you weren’t just some soft girl waiting around for him.

You could move on, too.

You watch Miles’s mouth move, but you aren’t really hearing him.

Your eyes keep drifting back to Chris at the grill.

Those stupid white sneakers.

You tear your gaze away every time it wanders.

It’s hard to keep it on Miles.

“So, yeah, I grew up with three sisters.”

You should probably say something.

“Oh.” You clear your throat. “I’m an only child. It’s been all about me since I can remember.”

Miles laughs.

He keeps talking as the sun beats down on your back, but you can’t focus.

You don’t want to be rude.

You like Miles.

He was sweet.

Your eyes drift back to him.

He’s looking at you like he expects you to laugh.

So you do.

Maybe a little louder than you normally would.

Maybe you glance over his shoulder to see if Chris heard.

“Food’s ready!” your dad hollers.

“I’m actually gonna grab something.” You stand from the picnic table. “I’m hungrier than I thought.”

Miles follows behind you.

Chris is handing out everyone’s food with that smile.

That smile is too big.

“Change your mind?” His eyebrows raise.

“Uh, yeah, I’m a little hungry.”

“Ain’t feedin’ her enough, Mike?”

“Chris, it’s Miles–”

“Right.”

Miles laughs and shakes his head. “Guilty.”

“Cheeseburger, right? No ketchup, just mustard, yeah?”

“Uh… yeah.”

You don’t remember telling him that.

A hand reaches into your line of sight, holding a paper plate toward Chris.

A delicate wrist.

A thin gold bracelet.

“Hot dog, please.”

Your eyes follow the arm upward.

And you swear the color drains from your face.

Red.

“How is it I haven’t seen you in years, and now you’re everywhere, Marissa?”

Chris’s lips twitch into a smile.

Your stomach drops.

Suddenly…

You aren’t hungry anymore.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Marissa smiles. “You could consider yourself lucky.”

Her voice is mature.

Sultry.

Effortless.

She sounds sure of herself.

She sounds like the kind of woman who wouldn’t bring a first date to a neighborhood picnic hoping to make a man jealous.

“Lucky,” Chris laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah… that’s one way of lookin’ at it.”

He drops the hot dog onto Marissa’s plate.

Then he winks.

You turn so quickly you’re surprised your burger doesn’t slide right off your plate.

There it was.

The reminder.

You hate that you can still see them talking.

You hate that your mom and dad slip so easily into conversation with her, standing beside Chris like no time has passed at all.

And you hate…

That she seems nice.

Personable.

Easy to talk to.

Like she’d always belonged there.

“Everything okay?” Miles asks around a mouthful of food.

“Yup.”

You pick at your burger.

For so long, this was what Chris thought he wanted.

Your parents.

Marissa.

Everyone back in the same place.

Where he thought they belonged.

But every conversation around him sounded muffled now.

He had to keep dragging himself back into them, piecing together what people were saying from the last few words he’d managed to catch.

Seeing Marissa again had brought back memories.

A lot of them.

It had shaken him.

But now…

He couldn’t have cared less.

He knows he’s over Marissa.

He’d known it that night at the wedding.

He almost feels bad thinking it.

But he wishes she’d stop talking.

Because you look upset.

Across the yard, you were picking apart your burger.

You’d barely said two words to Miles in the last few minutes.

Chris frowns.

Why weren’t you eating?

“Who wants to play cornhole?” Someone shouts from the yard.

Chris doesn’t know who says it.

Doesn’t care who did.

He’s just thankful that people are starting to clear out.

Maybe he’ll get a chance to clear his head.

Your parents excuse themselves to play, but Marissa stays behind.

“You not playin’?”

“No, don’t really feel like it tonight.” Marissa sighs, flopping down in a seat near the grill.

Chris decides to sit, too. Too tired to play.

He watches you and Miles make your way toward the grass.

Miles’s hand settles at the small of your back.

Guiding you.

Like you couldn’t find the yard that was ten feet in front of you.

Marissa glances across the lawn.

"Is that his daughter?" She gestures toward your dad before nodding in your direction.

"Uh..."

Chris scratches at his stubble.

“Yeah. That’s his kid.”

“She’s a pretty girl.” Marissa takes a sip of her beer.

Chris clears his throat.

He doesn’t know how to respond.

What would be an appropriate response to that?

“Yeah… she’s uh… she’s a good kid.”

Chris’ attention drifts back toward the lawn.

Toward you.

Marissa follows his gaze and then looks back at him.

“You okay, Chris?”

“‘Yeah, ‘m fine.” Chris’s eyes meet Marissa’s again.

“Hm.”

Marissa stands up from the lawn chair and pats his shoulder.

She smiles.

“Sure, Chris.”

Marissa wanders off toward the house, and Chris lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and rubs a hand over his face.

“Shit, I got a flat.”

Chris’ eyes drift up, and of course, it’s your car.

Of course it’s you.

Of course.

He doesn’t have to get up and help.

Miles can do it.

He’s with you now.

Sit down.

“Fuck,” You stand there, cooler in your hand, and Miles at your side. “Swear to god, I’m like always have issues with this car.” You bend down, to inspect the tire. “Yeah, there’s no way I’m even getting home on that.”

Your dad walks over now. “God kid, I swear you drive the shit outta this car. Gotta be a spare in here,” he grunts as he opens up the trunk, pulling out the donut.

“Miles, you mind changing this? I would, but I've been having trouble with my back.” Your dad says.

“Actually, I don’t know how to change a tire.” Miles shrugs.

Chris is walking over before he can stop himself.

Cursing himself with every single step.

“You don’t know how to change a tire?” Chris scoffs suddenly behind Miles.

“I usually just call roadside.”

“Roadside.”

“Yeah.”

“You call roadside for a flat tire?”

Miles shrugs.

“Shouldn’t be takin’ her anywhere if you can’t get her home.” Chris bends down and gestures at your dad for the donut and the jack.

“I’ll just take this opportunity to learn.” Miles laughs lightly, clearly embarrassed.

“Nothin’ funny here, bud.”

“Chris.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Alright, let’s cut the guy some slack.” Your dad shifts awkwardly.

Chris changes the tire in silence.

The air feels different.

Nobody seems able to put their finger on why.

Chris stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans, and his eyes meet yours.

You’re standing there.

Holding the cooler.

“Give me the cooler.” He gestures to you.

“What?”

“The cooler.”

“I’ve got it, Chris.”

Chris doesn’t answer.

He simply takes the cooler from your hands.

“Nice to meet ya, Mike,” he says before walking off.

Silence.

Nobody speaks.

“Thought your name was Miles?” Your dad turns his head towards Miles.

“It is…” Miles squeaks, arms around the cooler, not as confident as before.

Chris walks back toward the picnic, dragging a hand over his face.

What the fuck was that?

Chris tosses his keys onto the kitchen counter before making his way to the sink.

He scrubs the grease from his hands, staring at the water as it disappears down the drain.

He was being reckless.

Acting recklessly.

But what was he supposed to do?

He couldn’t just stand there pretending it was alright that Mike—

Miles.

Whatever his name was.

Didn’t know how to change a tire.

What if it happened in the middle of the night?

What if you were alone?

He needed to know you’d be safe.

That you were with someone who could take care of you.

That was all this was.

Making sure you were safe.

Maybe he had crossed a line, but he couldn’t help it.

It was like he was making decisions before even thinking.

He’d been doing it for weeks.

Getting jealous over some random guy.

Causing a scene at a neighborhood picnic.

Kissing you.

Falling for you.

Fuck.

He was falling for you.

Chris looks over at his phone lying on his kitchen counter.

He wipes his hands on his dish towel.

He picks it up.

Puts it down.

Picks it up again.

He presses your name.

Miles seemed visibly embarrassed on the ride home.

And you were fuming.

Confused by Chris’s behavior.

Then…

Miles asked,

“So… was that your uncle or something?”

Which somehow pissed you off even more.

Your uncle?

That wouldn’t even make sense.

Was this guy really looking at Chris and thinking he could be your uncle?

And he didn’t know how to change a tire.

Maybe you were looking for a reason not to like him.

Or maybe you were just angry.

Maybe being sweet wasn't enough.

If you decided you weren’t interested in Miles…

That was your decision.

Chris had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Right?

You flop backward onto your bed.

Your phone buzzes beneath your pillow.

Probably Miles.

You reach underneath it and pull your phone free.

You have to read the screen twice.

Christopher.

You shouldn’t answer.

You watch it ring.

Once.

Twice.

“… Hello?”

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎… i don't know why this part was so incredibly hard for me to write so i really hope u guys find it fulfilling enough !! so interested in who we hate more... marissa or miles? 🤨 also, wanted to mention that i am training a new provider within my long stretch at work for the upcoming week. so there is a chance i won't be able to update as frequently!

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the countdown was officially on. less than 2 months until you and your husband left for the america.

jude was off at training everyday - sometimes twice. he would come home exhusted, wanting nothing more than kisses, cuddles, and a good meal.

most of the late nights he came home, jude was too tired for sex. from going to having sex five or six times a week to maybe once or twice was a huge change for the both of you.

except one night a few weeks ago, just before is training got too intense, you both had one last passionate night of love.

it was hungry, raw, and intense. all night long like it was the last time youd ever be together. and boy had the come back to bite you in the ass.

you stared at the 3 pregnancy test laying in the counter. all positive. you were just about a month late of your period, so you decided to take the safe route and head to the nearest drug store just incase.

before saying anything to jude you grabbed your purse and drove to the emergency room.

it was a long wait, your leg bounced 100x a second. the doctor took your blood, ran it through test and decided you were just about a month along. she congratulationed you, like this was the best news in the world.

it wasn't.

your husband was barley home all week. you both were leaving in just a couple of months for the most stressful tournament is his life. how could you both deal with a pregnancy now.

morning sickness, aches, soreness - it all sounded like pure hell to you now.

you knew you couldnt do anything without telling him first. so you waited in your bedroom until he got home that night.

pregnancy test still lined up on the bathroom counter.

after around an hour of sitting on your bed droom scrolling and trying not to cry, you finally heard the front door and judes voice ring through the house.

"im home love!" he announced, setting his training bag down and taking off his dirty shoes.

you reluctantly got up from the bed, straightening up your pajamas while going to the bathroom and getting one of the test and stuffing it in your pocket.

you crossee your arms, walking down the stairs until he saw you.

his smile widened before he realized your sad expression.

"what wrong darling?" jude asked walking towards you. "i missed you"

jude hugged you, though your arms still stayed crossed. "i missed you too" you whispered.

a tear fell from your eye to your cheek and jude caught it immediately.

"you're crying" he pointed out putting his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, "tell me whats wrong" jude begged.

you didnt answer him, just put your hand in your pocket and took out the test, placing it in his grasp reluctantly.

jude examined the test with a raised eyebrow.

"whats this?"

more tears fell down your cheek before you could stop them, "pregnancy test, positive" you muttered under your breathe.

a smile crept up on his face. "you're pregnant?"

you nodded softly. "im so sorry" you cried, covering your mouth.

judes smile disappeared immediately after hearing you. "your sorry? no baby there's nothing to be sorry about"

he used his thumb to wipe away tears from your face.

"you're not mad?" you questioned looking up at jude.

jude had a small sad smile on his face. he placed a kiss on your forehead, "no my love, how could i be mad. this is great news."

you smiled slightly now, "really?"

jude had a full smile on his face now. "amazing news!" he grabbed you by the hips, lifting you and spinning you around in the air.

you were laughing and smiling completely now. "were going to have a baby" you realized putting a hand on your stomach softly.

jude went down to his knees, hands pulling up your shirt and settling on your waist before he placed a kiss on your stomach. "a baby" he smiled resting his head against you belly.

"i hope its a girl" you wishpered with a mishevious little smile. "and she likes to shop, get her nails and hair done, spend money, and do everything with me"

jude stood up, "as long as she can play football too" he laughed.

"no no no, you can get the next one. this is my little shopping buddy" you defended holding your stomach like he was going to snatch it from you

he smiled even wider now, "next one?"

his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling as close as you could be to him. "i love you so much"

"i love you more"

a/n - cute lil post bc im working on a couple more fics rn #multitasking

trixywritesx

ʟᴜꜱᴛ - ʟᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀʟ

ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ : ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵒᵛᵉʳˢᵗⁱᵐᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ, ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵐⁱⁿᵉ

you and lamine have been bestfriends for over 10 years. everyone teased both of you for it, telling you both to just start dating already.

but you and lamine never saw it that way. lamine was your best friend, and thats all he ever could be.

you had a friendship that people envyed. he always bought you things, took you to his games, sent gifts to your house. he was a perfect gentleman.

he was the one who you always came too after a failed relationship. crying to him that every man was the same, they all only wanted one thing and when you didn't give in - they always left. he'd spend the night reassuring you not every guy is the same, that one day you'll find a guy who appreciates you for just you, and not your body.

there were some nights you'd stay over at his house, after he offered to sleep downstairs on his couch you'd insist he sleep in his own bed - with you.

countless times youd wake up with his arms wrapped you and his back pressed on you. but you never complained.

part of you liked being that close to him. you knew he was always someone you could come back, after a hard day or a bad breakup lamine was always there for you, offering a nice movie with ice cream. demanding you stay the night because it was to late for you to go home alone.

even after he got famous, he still stayed the same lamine you knew when you two were nine.

there were days where you check your phone to find a notification from apple pay.

"lamine sent you 500 euros"

with a text that read, "treat yourself" or "i heard you were going shopping with the girls today"

your heart fluttered everytime. you wondered how a man could be so sweet to you. wishing more men like him existed.

present day

another day, another heartbreak, you told yourself. 3 weeks of talking to a guys just for them to admit they were only looking for one thing from you.

this 'no sex' rule you set for yourself was really recking your chance of finding a good boyfriend.

its not that you never wanted to have sex, you just wanted to wait for the right man. someone you could share that moment with and remeber it forever.

but with the men you meet, that seemed next to impossible.

lamine had already invited you over for the usually hang out.

tonight you also got invited to a house party too, surley you could go to both.

you showed up at lamines door, dress, heels and makeup bag in hand. "were we supposed to go somewhere?" lamine laughed watching you walk in with all your things.

"better!" you cheered. "we're going to an impromptu house party!"

lamine watched you place your things down. wearing you baggy sweats and sports bra.

you walked straight into his kitchen, opening the cabinet that housed all his liquors. you chose your favorite bottle and placed it on the counter.

"uh what are you doing?" lamine asked leaning over the counter

you smiled, despite the recent heartbreak still hurting in your chest you tried to push through.

"pregaming, we need to get ready"

you rushed with your things to the master bedroom bathroom. one you've used many times to get ready after staying the night.

lamine followed you, completely amused at whatever you were doing.

"i need to dress up?" lamine asked watching you set up your makeup on his counter.

you looked at him, completely dumbfounded, "just like causal but dress up at the same time, im wearing this!"

you held up your gold bandage dress that reached just above mid thigh. "you like?" you teased holding it to your body.

something flashed in his eyes before he answered, "its cute, a little short dont you think?"

"i thought it was too long" you pouted looking at the dress. "but it makes me look like a goddess"

you squealed before turning around and pinning your hair back.

"you took over my whole bathroom" lamine complained moving right next to you, your am touching his.

you looked at lamine through the mirror, "oh god, your curls. they looked horrible" you laughed

lamine fluffed his hair and frowned, "fix it for me?" he begged

"if you weren't i fricking giant, i cant reach all the way up there" you giggled pretending to jump and touch his head.

before you could protest lamine picked you up by your hips despite you scream and placed you on the counter in front of him. your bodies pressed together slightly.

"lamine!" you scolded

"now you can reach my hair" he smirked. "fix it please"

his hands rested on your waist, holding you against his body.

you wet your fingers, using the water to manipulate his frizzy curls. his hands staying on your waist, not letting you get to far from him.

"you know.. me and mateo stopped talking" you said, your tone casual.

lamine looked at you, scanning your face for a sad reaction that never came. "im sorry" he replied pushing you slightly tighther into him.

"same as all the other guys" you rolled your eyes still focused on lamines curls. "i hate men"

"hey woah, we're not all like that" he teased

you rolled your eyes once again. "all you men want is sex, its sickening. like god im about to start dating women"

"oo i like that image" lamine imagined, smirk resting on his lips.

you smacked his chest before grabbing the bottle of vodka from the counter and taking a long swig.

"your turn" you demanded, pressing the bottle against his chest.

"cant, im your designated driver" he frowned taking the bottle from your hand and putting it back down.

you scoffed, "borningg" grabbing the bottle and taking another swig for him.

suddenly, maybe it was the alcohol, you felt very aware of lamines hands on your waist, tightly gripping you like he was claiming you.

you shifted slightly, your breath catching in your throat for a second.

lamine was always one to show affection. weather it was a hand on your back, thigh, shoulders, or a kiss on your forehead - if youd been drinking then maybe the kisses fell down closer to your clevage. but that was it.

but for some reason, something felt different. his hands, they weren't just there to steady you, they were there as a sign.

or maybe this is just all the alcohol talking. who knows.

as you were close to finishing his finger coils, you felt the soft kiss on your shoulder. looking down slightly you saw him.

"lamine" you warned. then another kiss right on your colar bone.

none of this was completely out of the blue. it was somewhat normal for the two of you, but again - something felt different this time.

you felt the smirk against your skin, "mhm"

"what are you doing?" you asked, trying to sound annoyed but were failing miserably

lamines hands moved lower down your waist. "nothing" he replied, innocently like he truly wasn't doing anything.

"im done" you muttered, "now your hair looks good enough to go out with"

you grabbed the bottle, taking another long swig, feeling the alcohol burn your throat gave you just the relief you needed.

lamines hands tightened for a second as he picked you up and put you right back on the floor, pressed against him and the counter.

"alexa!" you screamed, "play hotn'ready on spotify!"

"you have a playlist called hotn'ready?" lamine laughed, completely thinking you were joking until his alexa actually started playing music.

you turned you head back, body pressed against lamine, "you dont?"

chantaje by shakira played first

the perfect song to take you from that sad funk you've been in all day.

your hips started moving softly at first against lamine while you started your makeup.

"preguntale a quien to quieras vida, no juro que eso no es asi" you sang along, your hips moving faster

as you blended in your concealer you felt lamines hands on your waist again, soft at first - matching the rhythm of your dancing.

songs passed, time flowed away, lamine laid on his bed, scrolling on tiktok while he waited for you.

"lamine, ayudame!!" you called from the bathroom

he reluctantly stood up and walked over to the bathroom. there you were, hair in perfect curls, glossy lips, and gold eyeshadow.

"i cant get it to zip up!" you complained

lamine laughed, "maybe it doesn't fit" he shrugged

you turned back, eyes angry. "it fits! just zip me up!!" you commanded

"yes ma'am" he teased.

you turned around, bending over the counter. lamine grabbed the zipper, holding the dress together with his fingers.

sucking in your stomach, and catching your breathe he tried to zip up the dress again.

"its too small" he grunted, barley getting the zipper halfway

"if it clips! it zips! now put some muscle into it!!"

after 2 minutes of painly sucking in and zipping, the dress was finally completely zipped. "yes, i knew it fit!" you cheered jumping around.

"barley, your ass is practically out"

"i know!! its perfect" you fawned spraying your perfume. "dont be jealous becuase you cant rock a dress like this"

lamine rolled his eyes, trying to act unamused as he watched you walking around, collecting stuff and putting it in your purse.

time skip bc im lazy

the house was wild. driving up from half a mile away lamine could already hear the music blasting and people screaming.

"im getting a headache already" lamine complained, wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him

you were already passed the point of tipsy thanks to your overdoing of pregaming. "i love it!"

lamine kept his arm around you while you walked into the party. music blasted, people danced, drinks everywhere. it was exactly what you needed.

"get me a drink, im going to go find my ladies!!" you yelled pushing lamine away from you

"your wish is my command princesa!"

he wandered away towards the bar while you went to find your friends.

"ah you made it, oh god you look fucking hot!!" your bestfriend screamed seeing you. "i need to borrow that dress sometime!!"

"god this party is insane!"

you and your girls talked for around 5 minutes before lamine appeared behind you.

"your drink mi princesa" he handed you a red cup full of something you could only assume was striaght liquor. "ladies" he greeted, putting an arm on your waist.

all your friends eyed him, then their gaze went down to his hand on your waist. small smiles made their way to your friends lips.

"gracias" you took a sip of the drink, the cold liquor burning your throat immediately.

lamines head dipped down next to you ear, "striaght shot, just how you like it" he wishpered.

you hummed in response turning you head slightly to see him fully.

you continuted to talk to your friends, lamine still behind you with his finger tracing shapes on your waist.

"shots!!" someone screamed from the middle of the living room.

you turned to lamine, "shots!!" you yelled again

the girls scopped you up from him and almost ran to the living room.

"to finally being free of those pesky creatures they call men!!" one of your friends cheered before clinging her glass on everyone else's.

you screamed back, "ill drink to that!!"

you must've downed at least 3 shots before you realized what was going on.

the music started blasting again and you were dragged to the dance floor. drunken bodies danced like there was no tomorrow.

guys surrounded you like you were chum in the water. some of them you recognized as mutual friends, but others were complete strangers.

they recognized you immediately as innocent, pure, and completely single.

still, you danced without a care in the world.

the drink in your hand seemed to refill magically every time you took a sip.

your friends broke through the crowd of guys pulling you from the circle. "we're playing spin the bottle in the other room, wanna join?!"

"spin the- yes!!" your mind went blank as they grabbed your hand and guided you to the room across the living room.

just before you got into the room, your other hand was pulled in the oppisite direction.

"lamine!" you squealed.

his hands found your waist, pulling you against him so your bodies pressed on eachother. "trying to run away from me?" he teased.

your dress rode up where his hands sat, holding you tightly.

"noo" you shook your head, completely dazed from all your drinks, "playing spin the bottle, come join!"

you grabbed his hand turning around before he could answer. you stepped forwards then you felt a force pull you back.

his hands wrapping around your waist, head ducking by your neck. bodies pressed together in a heated moment.

"lamine" you called out, coming out more breathy than you intended.

he placed a soft kiss on your neck. you sucked in a sharp breath feeling his lips make contact with your skin.

another kiss pressed on your skin, lower than the last. "lamine-"

"yes mami" he said against your skin placing more kisses on your neck.

"y/n are you coming?!" your friend called from the other room.

you jumped from lamine, his hand still in yours. "are you coming?" you asked, trying to ignore what just happened.

a small smirk appeared of lamines lips. "of course, princesa"

he followed closely behind you. sitting across the circle from you, eye trained on you.

"ahora podemos empezar!!" your friend cheered, spinning the bottle.

half the game passed by in a blur until it was your turn. you grabbed the bottle, eyeing everyone in the circle.

the bottle turned quickly, stopping on someone across from you. you looked up, a smile making its way to your face.

one of your friends. you crawled across the floor, lips uniting with your friends in a steamy drunk kiss.

everyone around the circle erupted in cheers and screams.

the kiss lasted over a minute before you went back to you spot.

"whos next?" you asked, innocent smile on your face.

the game continuted, kisses were exchanged, drinks chugged.

you were passed the point of drunk. lamine watched you with such intensity, you felt his eyes burning into your skin.

lamines hands touched the bottle, spinning it softly as if he had its trajectory completely planned out.

and his plan worked.

the bottle stopped right in front of you. all your friends looked between you and lamine

lamine made his way to you, stopping in front of you. "hola princesa" he wishpered before he took your face in his hands

your lips met, soft at first then it quickly turned needy. your hands wrapped his neck, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

his hand cupped your chin, lifting your head slightly. his tounge swiped across your lower lip, asking for entrance that you allowed.

the kiss deepened while everyone watched. it was no longer just a game between you two.

after almost 3 minutes you pulled back, eyes wide looking up at lamine.

"lets go home" he suggested

your brain ran completely on autopilot. "y-yeah" you agreed

lamine grabbed your hand, lifting you from the floor. you looked back at you friends on the floor.

they looked back at you, smirks on their face, clapping their hands quietly

lamine guided you out the house. his hand is yours. "lamine" you called out

he turned around, you watched his eyes - pupils blown from drinking.

"si?"

you stepped towards him, his hands wrapped themselves around your body, pressing against your lower back.

"what are we doing?" you asked, for some reason out of breath

instead of answering, he took your lips in another kiss, this one more hungry and needy than the last.

his hands found your ass, pressing you against the growing problem in his pants.

your eyes went wide, pushing him back just slightly so you could see his face. "lamine-"

he pushed you closer onto him, his problem growing worse by the second. kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck.

"i-ive never-" you started

lamine cut you off with a soft kiss on your lips. "i know, but ill make you feel so good, please princesa." he begged

his hands squeezed your ass harder, owning a small moan from you lips that made him go feral.

you felt his lips suck on your skin, taking in deep breaths to hide your moans.

by the time you got back to his house he was all over you.

he had your pressed against his front door, one of your legs wrapped around his waist.

"so good, ill make you feel so good" he reassured.

with a roll of his hips he had you moaning his name already.

"lamine" you moaned, unbuttoning his shirt while his hips rolled into your wet cunt.

you could feel his hard length against you, a feeling youve never felt before. it was euphoric.

his shirt was lost on the way to his bedroom.

once the door closed behind you, he was all over you again. his hands found the zipper of your dress, dragging it down slowly.

you looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. putting all your trust in lamine.

your dress fell to the floor slowly. his eyes dragged over your body, eyes hooded with lust.

"so beautiful" he complimented.

lamine grabbed you by your hips, walking you then laying you softly on the bed. his kisses trailed down you neck to your breast.

you let out a loud moan feeling his lips attach to your breast, his hand neading the other one.

his hand worked harder, earning even louder moans from you, as his kisses trailed down tour stomach, stopping just above your laced panty line.

"can i take these off?" he asked softly, looking up at you.

you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. "y-yes" you answered.

he placed a soft kiss on your hip before hooking his fingers on the hem of your underwear and pulling them down softly revealing your wet pussy.

lamine threw you panties over the side of his bed and continuted placing kisses around your hips.

"just relax" he asked, "spread your legs for me mami"

you took a deep breath, bend your knees and spreading your legs - completely bare in front of him.

within a minute you felt his lips attach to your clit, sucking softly. "lamine!" you moan - screamed.

"oh god" you moaned

lamine licked a strip up your pussy, collecting all your jucies like a starved man.

your moans grew even louder as your fingers got lost in his curls.

he ate you out like your were his last meal. fucking you with his tounge while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

"lamine - my stomach" you tried saying between your moans as an unfamiliar feeling built up in you lower core.

he replaced this tounge with one of his fingers, pumping it in and out, "you're okay baby just relax, im going to use my fingers now, itll help you feel better later" he reassured

you nodded slowly, watching his finger move in and out of your hole.

you buried your head in the pillow under you, pulling his hair slightly.

"fuck your so tight princesa, im going to add another finger love"

your back arched and your mouth let out a small scream once you felt him ass his second finger, stretching you out.

one of your hands moved from his hair to your lower stomach, that feeling growing by the second.

lamine felt the same thing, by the way you clenched around his fingers he knew you were close.

your hips rolled, desperate for more. lamine placed a kiss on your clit before licking another strip through your folds.

that pushed you over the edge. your release came like nothing you've ever felt before, you let out a loud moan and arched your back.

the feeling in your stomach went away quickly. "lamine!"

"you're okay princesa. you did so good"

he took out his fingers, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. lamine used his tounge to clean his fingers as he climbed back on top of you.

lamine kissed you, slipping his tounge past your lips immediately. your hands held the sides of his face, nails in his hair.

you could still taste your jucies on his tounge.

his hips rolled onto your thigh, letting you feel how hard you had him.

"i want you" you wishpered pulling back slightly from the kiss, "please"

"are you sure? podemos parar aquí si eso es lo que quieres"

(we can stop here if you want)

your back arched into him, a small whimper escaping your lips. "please" you begged

lamine kissed your neck, "needy? arent you" he teased. he sat up slightly, just enough to take off his boxers.

your eyes widened seeing his length. pre cum already dripped him his tip.

lamine watched your facial expressions change within a minute. "ill be good to you princesa, dont worry" he reassured climbing back on top of you and taking your lips in a more passionate kiss.

his tip rubbed against your entrance, teasingly, causing you to moan quietly.

"just relax, itll feel good soon"

before you could grasp what he said, you felt his dick enter you slowly - slow enough to feel every inch fill you up completely.

your eyes watered immediately as your mouth fell open with gasp and whimpers. he kissed your neck softly while your nails scratched at his back.

"too much" you cried, your nails digging into his shin. "lamine-"

"i know, im sorry mi vida. its going to feel better soon" he promised.

you took a deep breath before lamines lips attached to yours. with a slight roll of his hips, you let out a loud moan.

he gave you a minute to adjust to his size before he started moving, slowly at first.

"fuck you're so tight mami" he groaned moving his hips slowly. "so good"

your moans drowned out his praises. you scratched at his back like crazy, but he couldnt care less.

his lips stayed attached to you neck, leaving hickeys in his absence.

the pain turned into pleasure quickly after his initial entrance. your almost pornagraphic moans filled the quite room.

"faster" you begged rolling your hips into him.

his thrust grew harder after your command. leaving just the tip in before he slammed into you.

"oh god!! right there!" you screamed getting your fingers lost in his curls.

your walls tightened around around his cock, earning a small groan from the bottom of his throat.

"this pussy is so tight for me mami" he growled

your mouth was open with endless moans, music to lamines ears. his hips snapped into you every second, hitting the perfect spot each time.

you felt your second climax approaching quickly. "lamine!" your hand moved again to you lower stomach, back arching off the bed.

"thats it princesa, cum for me, all over my dick"

with his words you came undone once again with a loud scream. your hands clawed at lamines back, feeling overstimulated after you got down from your high.

"lamine- i cant" you breathed

his hips slammed into you faster, chasing his own high now.

even though he was focused on himself now he still managed to hit every right spot that had you screaming for him.

lamine leaned down to kiss your neck. "fuck this pussy is all mine" he claimed, "so tight like it was made for just me"

you could feel his cock twitch with every violent thrust. "whos pussy is this mami, who the only man who can fuck you this good"

small tears built up in your eyes from the overstimulation, "yours!" you screamed, "all yours" you moaned

"fuck your right baby, this pretty pussy is all mine."

his breathing got quicker, and thrust grew sloppier. "you ever let another man fuck this pussy, ill kill him." he threatened through gritted teeth.

"gonna cum all inside this tight pussy"

just as those words left his mouth he let go. thick hot ropes of cum filled your insides, lamines thrust slowed down, only fucking the cum deeper inside you.

"lamine, too much" you begged watching his dick sliding into you.

once he was done he fell on half on top of you, dick still inside you. "im sorry princesa" he apologized, already regretting how he handled his control.

you took deep breathes trying to calm yourself down while your hands moved to get the hair from you face.

"too much" you wishpered, wiping away a tear.

lamine used his remaining strength to lift himself off you, standing above the bed to collect his boxers.

your body curled, feeling empty immediately.

lamine walked into his bathroom, getting a warm wet rag to clean the dripping cum from your legs.

as he cleaned you up he noticed your swollen pussy, feeling so angry at himself for hurting you.

he placed a tender kiss at your hip before sliding back up your panties and laying at your side.

"you did so good mami" he complimented kissing your forehead.

more tears fell down your cheek hearing his voice.

lamine used his thumb to wipe away the tears as he saw them. "im so sorry, i went too far"

you shook your head, "i just.. didn't expect it"

your body pressed into his as you laid you head on his chest, "you were so good" he reiterated kissing you head, "perfect for me" lamine wishpered holding you closely.

he felt your breathing steady, youd fallen asleep. lamine was still half drunk holding you as he drifted off aswell.

you woke up before lamine, pounding headache and insanely sore. you felt something against you as your eyes fluttered open.

looking up just a little you saw lamine, over half naked. staring down at you own body you realized you were more undressed than him.

memories from last night came rushing back. the party, drinks, spin the bottle, more drinks, then.. going home early - with lamine. you both had had sex. together.

your eyes went wide. your hands movie to push lamine away but he arms wrapped around you.

after a good minute of you maneuvering your way out of his arms you stood from the bed, legs barley strong enough to hold your own weight.

you moved quickly to lamines dresser, pulling out of of his football shirts and putting it on - finally covering your body.

his words replayed in your head. "ill make you feel so good" - well he wasn't fucking lying.

you paced back in forth in the room despite your wobbly legs. trying to decide if you should stay or leave.

just as you gathered your stuff you heard lamine stir around, arms trying to find where you moved to.

his eyes opened lightly. "princesa?" he called out, voice still deep with sleep.

you cursed yourself for taking to long, putting down your stuff and walking towards the bed.

"lamine" you answered, almost scared of what he was going to say.

his lips curled into a small smile hearing your voice.

after a couple seconds he was finally sitting up, eyes open now.

"que estas haciendo?" he asked

(what are you doing?)

you shook your head softly. tears welling in your eyes. "nada" you choked out

he noticed the tears in your eyes immediately. he moved to the end on the bed where you stood.

"whats wrong princesa?" lamine asked, cupping your face with his hands to wipe away the tears.

your legs wobbled under you, using all your strength to hold up your weight. "what did we do" you cried

"oh come here" lamine pulled you into a tight hug.

lamine noticed you legs wobbling so he grabbed you and placed you back on the bed.

"you shouldn't be standing right now"

you curled into his chest tears falling on him.

"lo siento mami" he apologized wrapping his arms around your waist, "are you hurt?"

"no" you wishpered. "did last night really happen?" you asked quietly.

"si mi amor, it really happened" lamine placed a kiss at the top of your head.

you nodded against his chest. "did i do good?"

lamine let out a small laugh, "you did so good" he said with a smile.

you finally smiled a little, "good" you giggled

you and lamine sat in silent for a minute before you asked the forbidden question.

"what do we do now?"

you looked up at him, his arms still around you.

he smiled at your question, grabbing your chin and placing a long passionate kiss on your lips.

your eyes closed and you melted into the kiss like it was your last.

lamine pulled back, resting his forehead on yours. "i love you" he admitted.

after your registered what he said your eyes went wide.

"i-i think i love you too"

lamines smile grew bigger, "you're just saying that so ill put out again" he teased.

"will you?" you smirked lifting your body up

Lamine moved you to his lap, "siempre"

(always)

a/n - guys my reqs are open, so please feel free to sugest anything !!

amsonia-najma

The parasocial Jude Bellingham and Olise fans are moving onto Jobe!!! NOOO he doesn’t deserve this

jobesboots

imagine erling and jude arguing

erling: …and on top of that, you bring that little shit everywhere

jobe:

k1owii

req

home in you

jobe bellingham x reader

when denise starts worrying that jobe has become distant while living in germany, she asks jude to check on him. expecting to find an overworked footballer, jude instead walks in on an awkward surprise before finally meeting the girl who’s completely changed jobe’s life.

taglist (tw) : jobe bellingham x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, family fluff, protective brother!jude, ashlyn castro, denise bellingham, implied sex

a.n: starting a f1 series so requests will be closed for now. if you request something now, it’ll be done after a while 😓😓

jude had always thought jobe was the easiest one to worry about.

out of the two of them, jobe had always been the quiet one. the one who never made a fuss, never caused trouble, never needed anyone hovering over him. growing up, he was the kid who would disappear into his room for hours, only emerging when dinner was ready or someone called his name. if something upset him, he kept it to himself. if something made him happy, he’d smile to himself before telling anyone else. he had always carried his emotions like fragile glass.

everyone had assumed that meant he was fine because jobe had always seemed so capable. so mature. so independent.

he was the type of person who insisted he could carry all the shopping bags himself. who’d say, “i’ve got it,” before anyone even offered to help. the type who checked everyone else was okay before even considering how he was feeling.

if anyone could survive living abroad on his own, it was jobe. or at least that’s what jude had always believed. apparently, denise wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“he barely calls,” denise sighed over the phone one evening.

jude leaned back against the sofa, his phone balanced between his shoulder and ear while absentmindedly flicking through channels on the television.

“when he does call, he’s distracted. he sounds tired. i ask him what he’s been doing and all i get is, ‘i’ve just been busy, mum.’”

“mum…” jude chuckled softly. “he’s twenty.”

“i know he’s twenty but he’s still my baby.”

jude smiled despite himself. that sentence had never changed. not when jude moved away. not when he signed his first professional contract. not when either of them became adults. to denise, they’d always be her boys.

he glanced across the living room where ashlyn was curled up in the corner of the sofa, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

she looked up when she noticed him smiling. “what?”

he mouthed, “my mum.” ashlyn smiled knowingly.

“what do you want me to do?” jude asked into the phone.

“go and see him.”

“…seriously?”

“please.” denise pleaded. “i don’t know why, jude. i just have this feeling.”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “okay.”

“promise?”

“…i promise.”

—

which was exactly how, on his only free day that week, jude found himself standing outside jobe’s apartment building in germany with ashlyn beside him.

she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket as they looked up at the building. “your mum’s convinced he’s joined a cult, isn’t she?”

jude laughed. “honestly, i think she’d believe that before she’d believe he’s got a girlfriend.”

ashlyn snorted. “fair.”

they made their way upstairs, jude pulling the spare key from his pocket. their mum had insisted he keep it months ago.

“just in case.”

at the time, he’d rolled his eyes. now, he was quietly grateful she’d been stubborn.

the apartment was still. peaceful. the sort of silence that only existed in homes people genuinely enjoyed being in.

jude stepped inside first. “jobe?”

no answer. he frowned.

then he heard voices, soft and muffled coming from somewhere further down the hallway. he froze instantly. ashlyn nearly walked into his back. “what?”

jude slowly lifted one finger to his lips.

she frowned as he tilted his head ever so slightly towards the hallway. the voices became clearer.

not words. moans.

and then “…oh.” the realisation hit ashlyn all at once. her eyes widened so much they were almost cartoonish. “…oh.”

jude immediately turned around.“absolutely not.”

without another word, he ushered ashlyn straight back towards the front door. they closed it as quietly as they possibly could before practically speed-walking down the corridor outside.

they made it all the way to the lift before ashlyn completely lost it. she burst into laughter, the kind that made tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

“don’t.” jude pointed at her accusingly “don’t even start.”

“he’s never recovering from this.”

“i know.”

“you look traumatised.”

“because i am traumatised.”

she laughed even harder. “jude…”

“that’s my little brother.”

“he’s twenty.”

“i know he’s twenty.”

“then why do you look like you’ve just witnessed a crime?”

he pinched the bridge of his nose. “because in my head he’s still fourteen.”

“well…” she wiped beneath her eyes. “he definitely isn’t fourteen.”

jude groaned. “please stop talking about it.”

“coffee?”

“…please.”

—

they ended up spending almost an hour at a café around the corner.

or rather…

ashlyn spent an hour relentlessly teasing him while jude tried very hard to erase the last thirty seconds of his memory.

by the time they’d finished their drinks, he decided enough time had passed.

hopefully.

when they got back upstairs, he made a point of knocking loudly against the open doorway before unlocking it.

“hello?”

footsteps echoed almost immediately.

“jude?”

jobe rounded the corner, stopping so suddenly he nearly stumbled over his own feet. he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, put in a rush most likely as they were the wrong way, and halfway through wearing a black tee.

his eyes widened. “…what are you doing here?”

“checking you haven’t joined a cult.”

“…what?”

“long story.”

before jobe could even begin questioning him, another figure appeared behind him.

you paused beside him almost instinctively. you wore a black top (most likely jobes because it was massive) and checkered pyjama pants. you had a small limp as you walked, barely noticeable but short was the first thing jude noticed. you also looked beautiful in a soft way. you smiled shyly as you looked between the two brothers before extending a hand.

“hi… i’m y/n.”

before you even finished introducing yourself , jobe slipped yourfingers into his. he squeezed your hand automatically like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“it’s really nice to meet you both.” you spoke gently, smiling wider as you saw ashlyn.

you apologised for the apartment being a little messy, thanked them for making the trip over, and immediately asked if they’d like tea or coffee before anyone had even sat down.

and within five minutes, jude already understood why jobe sounded different these days.

there were framed photographs of the two of them decorated the shelves. one from christmas. one taken at the beach. another where you and jobe were laughing so hard the photo had blurred. a half-finished puzzle sat abandoned on the coffee table and two mugs rested beside it. a blanket had been bundled up in one corner of the sofa. there were tiny signs of both of you everywhere.

while y/n disappeared into the kitchen with ashlyn, talking about their lives, as she filled the kettle, jude finally looked at his brother. “mum’s worried sick.”

jobe sighed dramatically, dropping his head back against the sofa. “of course she is.”

“she thinks you’re shutting everyone out.”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “…i’m not.”

“then why haven’t you called?”

jobe stayed quiet for a moment. his eyes drifted towards the kitchen. towards you . “…because i’ve been happy.” his voice got quieter before saying. “i thought being independent meant doing everything alone.” he smiled to himself.“then she came along.” he laughed softly through his nose.“and suddenly i realised life didn’t actually have to feel that hard.”

k1owii

Hii could you please do a Jude Bellingham X femreader fanfic where you're basically at a club with him and a guy hits on you and tries flirting with you and stuff and Jude gets protective jealous and angry. Basically how he acts when he's on the pitch with the fouls 😭😭 if it's alright no smut please 💕

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out of sight

jude bellingham x reader

when a stranger tries to hit on you, jude can’t help but feel jealous protective.

taglist (tw) ; protective jude, a bit jealous, stranger tries to flirt / force a drink,

jude had always liked clubs.

not because he was the loudest person in the room or because he wanted attention. he just liked nights where there was no pressure. where football wasn’t the topic of every conversation and he could disappear into a crowd with the people he cared about.

which was exactly why the two of you were there.

your hand slipped from his as you wandered over to the bar to grab another drink while jude stayed behind with a few friends. the music was so loud it made the floor vibrate beneath your feet, coloured lights flashing across everyone’s faces.

you’d barely been waiting a minute before someone stepped beside you.

“can i buy you one?”

you turned politely, giving him a small smile. “i’m okay, thanks.”

he laughed like you were joking. “come on. one drink.”

“really, i’m fine.”

instead of taking the hint, he leaned closer “you’re too pretty to be standing here by yourself.”

you shifted uncomfortably, taking a small step away, but he matched it without even noticing or he just ignored it. either way, you weren’t exactly sure how to make him leave without causing a scene.

“i’ve actually-“

“she said she’s fine.”

the voice came from behind you. a familiar voice that was deep and seemed restrained, carrying the same edge jude had whenever an opponent thought they could get away with another foul.

the man turned.

jude was standing there with one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting lightly against your waist as he pulled you beside him. his jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the stranger without blinking.

“mate,” the guy shrugged. “we’re just talking.”

“doesn’t look like she wants to.” his voice never getting louder.

the stranger looked between the two of you before finally lifting his hands. “alright.”

he disappeared back into the crowd almost immediately.

jude didn’t move for another few seconds, watching until he was completely gone. only then did he finally look down at you. “you okay?” his expression changed so quickly it almost gave you whiplash.

the irritation melted away, replaced with soft concern as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

you smiled. “i’m fine.”

“he was making you uncomfortable.”

“a little.”

his jaw clenched again. “i don’t like people not listening when you tell them no.”

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “i know.”

he let out a slow breath before looking at you apologetically. “sorry.”

“for what?”

“i probably looked like i was about to get a red card.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “just a little though.”

“a little?”

“okay…” you grinned. “you looked like you were about to recreate one of your champions league tackles.”

he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “don’t.”

“i’m just saying…”

“i didn’t tackle anybody.”

“only because security would’ve tackled you first.”

that earned you the tiniest smile. “cheeky.”

you squeezed his hand. “thank you.”

his eyebrows pulled together. “you don’t have to thank me.”

“i know.”

he looked at you for a second before quietly asking, “you would’ve told me if he kept bothering you, right?”

“of course.”

“promise?”

“pinky promise.”

he nodded once, finally relaxing and without another word, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, resting his chin against the top of your head for a brief moment.

“staying with me now,” he mumbled.

“is that an order?”

“how about.. a very strong suggestion.?”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “fine.”

“good.”

“you’re still jealous though.”

he looked down at you. “i’m protective.”

“jealous.”

“protective.”

you smiled knowingly. “whatever helps you sleep tonight, jude.”

he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. “come on.”

“where?”

“back to dancing.”

“i thought you didn’t dance.”

“i don’t.”

“then what are we doing?”

he intertwined your fingers with his again, lifting your joined hands. “keeping you where i can see you.”

your heart melted a little. jude had always been surprisingly gentle when it came to you.

and as he pulled you back into the middle of the crowd, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over the back of your hand the entire time, you realised you never wanted to let this man go.

tigresswrites9

𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

₊⊹ contains: fluff!, comforting, bf!jude, soft romance

₊⊹ wc: 1407

₊⊹ summary: england loses a devastating match against argentina in the 2026 world cup semi-finals. your boyfriend, jude, can't help but beat himself up for it, and you're the only one that is able to comfort him

the floodlights are blinding as the jeering cheers of the argentinan team drum through your ears. throughout the game you had stood with your lips pursed, your hands clenched in silent prayer for a miracle, but when the whistle blew, the result was the same.

you knew you couldn’t change anything, but everything in you wishes you could alter the result of the match. not for yourself, but for him. you watched through the jumbotron as jude’s face was etched in pain. he stood with his hands on his hips, gaze focused on the grass by his feet. you could only imagine the heartbreak he was feeling.

95 minutes of pure torture. the first goal by anthony gordon had gotten yours, and the thousands of england fans filling the stadium feeling hopeful, only to be met with shattering disappointment. you turn to your right to see denise, her lips pressed into a straight line exchanging a glance with jude’s dad. you could practically hear the silent words passed between them. this was going to be hard.

moments passed and you look back at the screen to see jude standing alone, when suddenly an argentinian bench player with red hair mutters something under his breath. without hesitation, jude stalks up to the player and delivers a firm slap to the back of his head.

your mouth falls open, and you whip your head around to watch denise. she shakes her head to herself, as if she had feared all along this would happen. you remember all the times jude told you denise was reminding him to keep his emotions in check. it didn’t matter. when jude lost, he turned into a different person.

you watched players from the england team quickly whip jude away from the chaos, and you sank down in your seat, your chest hurting, as if the pain jude was feeling had somehow bluetoothed to you. you watched your sweet boy’s brows furrow, his eyes squeeze shut as he struggled to hold back tears as he walked across the pitch.

post game interviews were always something you dreaded. you wanted them to be over as quickly as possible so your jude could come back to you. eventually, he did, his blue baseball cap shielding his eyes from the media that never seemed to leave him alone.

you knew he was tearing himself apart for this, you could see it in the way his face scrunched in pain when his mom hugged him. his dad came for him next, giving him a pat on the back that you knew meant more to him than it looked.

you stood patiently, waiting for it to finally be your turn. when the time finally came, you moved to him quickly, ducking your head to find his eyes. you cup his face in your hand and he leans into it, his eyes meeting yours quickly and then just as fast looking away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you.

you move your hand up, both your arms wrapping him in a hug. you draw circles on his back, hoping to soothe him. you could feel the stiffness in him when he simply returned the hug by wrapping one arm around your waist. this wasn’t how he normally hugged you, how he normally felt. you could read him all too well, you knew he was struggling not to be held because you knew if he did he would fall apart.

you didn’t let go and waited for him to pull apart from the hug, which he did a few seconds later. you watched him go, not meeting your eyes as he left to speak with his teammates and their families.

you gave denise a look. “this is hurting him more than we can imagine,” you say. she stands beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing.

“take care of him, okay?” she leans in to say.

you nod, “always.”

the rest of the night drags on. you go back to the hotel room, awaiting jude to come back from dinner with the rest of the team. you text him once more.

you i’m here whenever u get back. i love you.

jude i want to punch someone right now what’s the point in figuring out what we did wrong or even the 3rd place game it won’t change anything none of this shit matters anymore really thought we would bring it home

you i know love just an hour more, and then u can come home and get it all off your chest i’m here to listen

jude don’t know if i can last another hour this is the angriest i’ve ever felt

you breathe 58 minutes

those 58 minutes pass with you checking the time every two minutes, and strings of angry texts from jude. finally, you hear the door click open and the familiar silhouette of your boyfriend slips into the room. his broad shoulders, usually held high with confidence are slumped forward.

you cross the small room to find him. “hi,” you say, looking up at chocolate brown eyes that are usually sparkling with joy full of sadness.

“hi,” he replies, and it comes out as a croak.

you wrap your arms around his torso and that seems to do it because he buries his face in your neck and within moments his entire body is racking with sobs. it doesn’t surprise you, but it breaks your heart.

you pull back and cup his face with your hand. “baby,” your voice breaks just from seeing him so upset, but you force yourself to swallow the tears and stay strong. for once, he needs you.

“come here,” you lead him to the couch where you both lay, him burying his face in your neck and chest, and you holding him, worried he’ll fall apart if you let go. you rub the back of his neck and trace circles on his back, wanting to do anything in your power to ease his pain. you’re overcome with the need to put him back together. you kiss his jaw and his cheeks and swipe the tears under his eyes with your thumbs, replacing the marks with kisses.

“you made us proud, baby.”

“how can you even say that?” he shakes his head. “i let my country down, again. i thought we would finally win. it was so close. we were so fucking close.”

“you’re not the only player on that team, jude,” you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, still holding his face in your hands. his legs tangled with yours as he lay partially on top of you, partially next to you. “you are the reason the team made it this far in the first place. you.”

“but it wasn’t enough, yeah?” he chokes out.

you keep your eyes on his. “did you try your best, jude? did you try your hardest?” he looks at you intently, listening. “because i saw you running until you felt like your legs couldn’t hold your weight. i saw you trying to get the ball, trying to create opportunities. i saw you hold your weight this entire match, and this entire tournament. not only your own weight, but the weight of the entire team, and the entire country. you’ve inspired so many, and you’ve given hope to children all across england. none of that changes because you lost against world cup champions.”

he opens his mouth to object but you press your index finger against his lips to stop him. “i love you. your parents love you. jobe loves you. your team loves you. england loves you. you are the real winner here, jude. i saw your face every time they sang you your song. i saw the grin on your lips every time you celebrated with your teammates. i saw the confidence you had everytime you did your little celebration,” you laugh a bit, nuzzling your face closer to his so your noses brush. “it’s going to hurt, it’s going to feel like regret for ages. no one’s telling you you have to move on this instant, but please don’t beat yourself up for something that was out of your control.”

he moves up to bury his face in your neck again, his form of showing you that everything you said meant the world to him. you press a kiss to his head, resting your chin on top of his head. you pull him closer, wanting to crawl inside him and piece his heart back together. “i love you,” he whispers, and you wrap your arms tighter around him, ready to comfort him for as long as he needs.

“i love you more.”

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f1doll

Summary: you and lamine have been dating for a few years but both of you started off as friend, you and lamine thought it was best to keep it a secret but the night of Spain wining the World Cup it all gets revealed!

Parring: lamine yamal x fem!reader

Note: I don’t know why I didn’t do a fic for him sooner 😭 but when I was looking through the WAGs pages on insta there was sooo much hate I was so shocked, but sorry if there is any mistakes I don’t really keep up with the half of the Spain team!!I only really like lamine, pau cubarsi and Pablo gavi!