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jdbellingham · 2 years ago

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new years - jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x best friend reader

summary: as the bellingham brothers’ best friend, you had learned how to get the upper hand over them, and at new years when you are told to bring a game you have just the trick. but the one thing you didn’t expect from your game is what you got in return.

note: sorry I wrote this a while ago but haven’t gotten to posting it :)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, fluff?

Every year since you’d befriended the Bellingham brothers, you’d attended all of their holiday parties–and New Years was no exception. This year, Denise, Jude’s mother, had decided to make the party a bit more interesting. She had asked everyone attending to bring a fun challenge or game, and whoever won the most points that night would get to have one ask that no one could refuse. When you’d first heard your mind went completely blank, you didn’t know what to bring. But later that night you had dinner with Jude and Jobe, going to get Chinese food after Jobe had finished his final practice of the year. When you were eating you realized that the two of them didn’t know how to use chopsticks, and a shit-eating grinning spread across your face.

“Why do you have that devious smirk on your face y/n,” Jude looked up from his plate and began laughing when he saw your expression. Jobe casted a curious glance at you as well, furrowing his brows at your strange smile.

“No reason,” You had replied, snickering to yourself. You knew Jude and Jobe were overly competitive, and when they couldn’t win something they hated it. So what better way to whoop their asses on New Year’s Eve than to play dirty and bring a game with chopsticks?

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jude blatantly spat out, his mouth parted in a small semi circle when you pulled out your game.

“Language, Jude!” Denise exclaimed and swatted her son’s arm, gesturing not so inconspicuously to the 6 year old lad that was watching some cartoons on his mother’s phone.

“She’s a cheater!” Jude acknowledged his mom’s words but chose not to respond to her, then threw his hands up, and Jobe nodded in agreement.

“It’s not cheating, you guys just don’t know how to use chopsticks,” You snorted, and Jude gave you a look that made you laugh even harder.

“This is why you wanted your game to go last, so you could make us remember how badly we did,” Jude accused, and you shook your head and ignored him.

“Everyone has got a minute to transfer as many jelly beans as they can from the bowl on the left to the bowl on the right–using chopsticks,” You explained to them, dishing out hefty portions of the sweets to each of the guests, sending Jude a wink at the last part of your instructions.

After setting everything up you took your place next to Jude, sitting snugly into the chair. You felt Jude’s soft gaze on you, and it made the butterflies in your stomach dance joyfully, flitting around as your face began to burn a pinkish-red. You absent-mindedly wondered how Jude hadn’t noticed your shift in behavior around him. Ever since the summer the two of you were 17 your feelings for him had morphed into less platonic and far more romantic ones.

“Okay, the timer starts in 3…2…1…Now!” Denise exclaimed, stirring you out of the stupor that had left you blankly staring at the boy you had tried to convince yourself you could only ever be best friends with in hopes of dwindling your not-so friendly feelings.

You picked up your chopsticks and began picking up jelly bean after jelly bean, all the while watching Jude put one chopstick in each hand and try fruitlessly to move a single sweet into another bowl.

The timer began beeping, and everyone placed their chopsticks down. You took a peek at Jude’s bowl and was surprised to see a single bean sitting in it.

“Well done,” You patted his back, trying to contain a laugh. Ever since the two of you had started becoming best friends you’d loved mocking him. Even when you stopped thinking of him as one-

“Oh shut it,” Jude whined, interrupting your thoughts while reclining into his chair then crossing his arms in frustration.

“Says the person who can’t use chopsticks,” You elbowed him, leaning heavily into his side. Your rib bones chafed against his, even through the layers of cloth that stood between you.

“What does that have to do with the fact I told you to quiet down?!” Jude complained, pushing his shoulder into yours, his chair scooting closer to yours as he did so.

Denise finally made her way down the table to where you and Jude sat, a smile gracing her lips when she caught the two of you shoving each other.

“Well, it’s obvious you didn’t win,” Denise remarked, not even bothering to count what was in Jude’s bowl.

“The two of you are so mean!” Jude exclaimed dramatically, putting his face in his hands.

“You act as if you have zero points,” You scoffed, turning in your seat to face him.

“Still!” Jude argued, and Denise finished counting the beans in your bowl.

“Quiet down,” You hushed the whiny boy beside you, eyes following Denise who was announcing the final points now that the games were over.

“Okay, now that the final game is over I will be announcing the top 5 scorers, from least to most points,” Denise elaborated, then took a look at her clipboard (which funnily enough she had bought just for this occasion).

“In 5th place is John, with 36 points,” And the 6 year old who had been watching what you thought was cocomelon shouted gleefully.

“4th place is Mark, with 39 points,” Denise continued, “3rd place is Jobe with 45 points,”

You glanced over at Jude, who looked heavily invested. He was quite literally at the edge of his seat, wondering if he had gotten first or second place.

“And lastly, 1st place is Jude and Y/n who tied at 61 points,” Denise finished, and you began doubling over in laughter.

“Are you serious?” Jude’s mouth in a large “O” shape.

“Is the pope catholic?” Denise questioned, raising her brows at her eldest son.

“It’s because of your stupid chopsticks game,” Jude groaned, grabbing your hoodie and burying his face into it, then leaving his head to rest on your chest.

“Aw, it’s okay you suck,” You feigned a sympathetic tone as you ran your hand over his hair.

“Fuck off,” He mumbled, and you could barely make out what he said through the muffle of your hoodie.

“What are you guys gonna ask for?” John, the tiny boy, questioned you and Jude. He had approached you with his mother’s phone in his hand, but it was forgotten and at his side by the time he asked his question.

“We’ll have to think about it,” You reply, and Jude lifts his face up, jutting his chin into your left breast. You shove it downwards to a less painful area as he speaks to John.

“I’m probably gonna get her to do something stupid,” Jude whispered, full-well knowing you could hear.

John giggled and ran back towards his mom, who sent an apologetic smile, probably thinking he had bothered you.

“Get off of me Jude,” You sighed, attempting to push him upright and into his own seat. He groaned and used his hands to grab your hips, pulling himself back onto you. At the very feel of his touch your skin burned, sending another bout of butterflies through your body.

“No, I’m so tired Y/n just let me lay here,” He protested, the end of his sentence stretched to a long whine. You looked down at him, his wide brown eyes staring into yours.

“If you're going to use me as a pillow at least let us move to the coach,” You caved after a moment of silence, and Jude obliged with a smile plastered onto his features.

–

You felt yourself being shaken awake, John’s tiny hands pulling at your hair. You stared at him quizzically before he offered an explanation.

“New Years in 5 minutes,”

You thanked him and he trotted away, then you shifted your attention to Jude. The two of you had fallen asleep together on the large L-shaped sofa in the living room. Jude’s large frame laying atop your smaller one, his head rested on your chest whilst your arms encircled him. The position the two of you were in made your brain turn to mush, the proximity was driving you mad. You stared at his soft pinkish lips, wishing you could press them against yours.

It was almost as if Jude could hear you thinking, and he began to stir under your embrace, his head shifting to rest on his left cheek and his eyes fluttering before going shut again.

“Hey Jude,” You said softly, and Jude’s eyes flew open, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey gorgeous,” Jude replied, his voice sleepy. You weren’t sure why he had decided to use that pet name, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Get up, it’s almost new years,” You began to get up, and this time Jude obliged.

The two of you straightened out your clothing and headed out to the backyard where a large projector was casting the countdown onto a large white screen.

You stood by Jobe, Jude on your other side. As you started to make conversation with Jobe you felt Jude’s hand grab at yours. You allowed him to take it, feeling confused at his newly affectionate behavior.

“One minute left!” Someone shouted, and your eyes glanced at the projector screen.

“Y/n I’m going to use my ask on you,” Jude told you, the clock just hitting the 35 second mark.

“Jude there's 30 seconds left, it's really not the time,” You replied dismissively, still staring at the projector as the numbers slowly got smaller and smaller.

“Y/n look at me,” Jude demanded, and you finally turned to face him.

“What? What do you want?” You questioned, eyes holding onto his, even as you felt his hand leave yours.

“10! 9! 8!” The others began shouting a countdown, and Jude looked more panicked than ever.

“Kiss me,” He finally managed to get out, and he grabbed your face in his hands, pressing his supple lips against yours just as the countdown hit one. Your hands reflexively went to his chest, and you felt the unmistakable curve of defined muscle beneath your palms. You barely registered the cheers everyone yelled around you, your mind focused on the sensation of his body against yours.

The two of you finally pulled away, and Jude grinned like an idiot before softly saying “Happy New Year y/n,”

“Can I ask you to do something for me Jude,” You inquired, moving the conversation forward. You noticed how sharp Jude’s features were in the firelight contrasted by the dark night sky.

“Anything,” His eyes twinkled, wondering what exactly you wanted.

“Ask me to be your girlfriend,”

“Be my girlfriend y/n,” Jude immediately replied, and you smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“Thought you’d never ask,” You said, half honest and half sarcastic. Your heart was pounding crazily in your chest, still in shock of the events that had occurred in the last minute.

“Should’ve asked you sooner if I'm being honest,” Jude tilted his head while his eyes remained on your face, studying the features he’d loved for years.

“Can I ask you for one more thing?” You continued, staring back up at him. You figured you might as well ask for what you wanted, even if it was the heat of the moment.

“Anything for you, love,” Jude replied, the nicknames he was calling you tonight absolutely melting your insides.

“Kiss me again,”

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jdbellingham · 2 years ago

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The Deal (Part One - “I’ve never seen you look so sexy”)

a 10 Things I Hate About You inspired series featuring Jude Bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham(patrick verona) x reader(kat stratford)

summary: a new student arrives at Birmingham City Football Club Academy (BCFCA), Cameron Thomas, who sets his sights on y/n’s sister Caroline. unfortunately for him, Caroline cannot date until her so called “heinous bitch” of sister does. he sets out to do everything he can in order for that to happen, even if that means convincing the academy’s most well known player—Jude Bellingham.

note: here it is as promised. I hope this isn’t too boring

word count: 3k

warnings: sexual jokes (I don’t remember what I wrote), underwhelming lol

“How you doing?” Eric greeted as he approached Jude, who was sweating profusely from the practice he had just left.

Jude stared blankly at him, then turned to his teammates, giving them a look that said “Why the hell is he talking to me.”

Eric, used to being treated like the popular boy he was, felt slightly taken aback by the cold shoulder treatment; yet he managed to continue.

“I just bought a new lighter,” Eric said, trying to start a conversation while also taking a dig at the fact Jude was known for lighting the lawn of a school he had lost a match to in year 10.

“Do I know you?” Jude asked, bringing his water bottle to his lips and taking a long sip.

Eric stopped beating around the bush and began explaining, “You see that girl over there?”

Jude put down his bottle and looked over to where Eric was pointing before responding with a “Yeah,” his voice laden with indifference.

“That’s Y/n L/n,” Eric explained, and Jude gave him a look.

“She’s on my team you idiot,” Jude told him, Eric’s face immediately reddening.

“Right, sorry I forgot she was on Birmingham FC’s EFL team,” Eric reached for the back of his neck before he continued, “I want you to go out with her,”

Jude laughed, incredulous of how a boy he didn’t even know could walk up to him and order him around like that. He pondered for a moment if he should simply walk away and leave the conversation behind, but some small part of him was intrigued by what Eric had to say.

“Yeah, sure,” Jude responded sarcastically, shaking his head while his teammates howled with laughter.

“Look, I can’t take out her sister until Y/n starts dating,” Eric added, “You see, their dad is whacked out, he’s got this rule where his girls-

“That’s a touching story, really is. But it’s not my problem,” Jude cut him off before he could go into more detail, and began packing up his kit.

Nonetheless, Eric remained confident, “Would you be willing to make it your problem if I offered you some generous compensation?”

Jude paused, his eyes shifting back to Eric before he scoffed.

“You’re going to pay me to go out with some bird?” Jude raised his brows, before taking off his practice jersey and slinging it around his neck.

Eric hummed in agreement then Jude chuckled, his head dropping down to face the ground as he stuck his tongue into the side of the cheek.

Jude looked up again before asking “How much?”

He knew he didn’t need the money but what harm could it do? It wasn’t as if Y/n would actually let him take her on a date.

“20 euros,” Eric responded, and Jude scrunched his brows. That wasn’t worth his while.

“No shot,” Jude frowned, “That doesn’t even cover the cost of taking her to the movies,”

“Fine, 30,” Eric countered, crossing his arms.

“75, take it or leave it,” Jude’s voice flattened, he wasn’t going to waste his time doing this if it was for nothing.

“50,” Eric pushed, growing annoyed.

“100,” Jude countered, staring directly into his eyes.

“75,” Eric groaned, exasperation seeping into his voice, handing over the bills.

“Okay, deal,” Jude looked away from Eric and over to where Y/n was practicing her corner goals. She started from the lower left corner of the pitch and her foot lifted to the bottom of the ball, hitting it at the perfect angle and sending it smoothly into the upper right corner of the goal. He had always known that Y/n was good but he never said anything to her, knowing anything he said wouldn’t matter. They worked together smoothly without the unnecessary communication and chit chat, mutually understanding each other's style of play. They became nearly untouchable when put on the pitch together, Jude set her up for goals, getting the ball to her when he could, and Y/n would indefinitely score. And when Y/n was midfielder and Jude was center forward, they would still do the same thing, their roles simply switched. Jude wondered if their bond while playing would be affected by this stupid deal, but he had already started towards her so he wasn’t going to back out now.

“Hi there,” Jude greeted, and Y/n looked him up and down. Her eyes lingered a split second longer on his bare abdomen, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Move,” She ordered, looking away and focusing on the ball. Y/n took a moment to consider the alternate path of sending it into Jude’s crotch just for kicks, but decided against it, remembering the consequences of the last time she’d aimed for a males privates.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, despite the fact he already knew.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to make another corner kick.

“You already know that, what do you want,” She crossed her arms as the ball swished into the net of the goal.

“That’s certainly a way to get a guys attention,” Jude ignored her previous statement, his eyes focused on the ball she had once again managed to kick into the goal.

“Ah yes, my mission in life. Getting the attention of males,” Y/n agreed, before continuing, “And obviously it worked, seeing as you’re here,”

“The world makes sense again,” She plastered on a phony smile, walking over to get the ball. Jude laughing behind her as he followed, staying within her proximity as she went back to the bleachers to her kit.

“Pick you up on Friday then?” Jude asked, and Y/n responded without missing a beat.

“Oh right, Friday, uhuh,” She nodded, downing a gulp of water before she reached down to the hem of her jersey, pulling it above her head to reveal her sports bra which was damp with sweat. In her mind she wished she had just kicked the ball into Jude’s.

“I’ll take you places you’ve never seen before,” Jude’s brows went up and down and he stared at her back as she bent over to unlace her shoes. He was beginning to enjoy the banter, it was a nice change of pace from the silence broken by an occasional “nice”, “you did well”, or “good job” they usually shared.

“Oh? Like the theatre 4 miles away on Grant?” Y/n asked, unimpressed. She stood straight again, pulling off the light blue pre-wrap on her forehead.

“Do you even know what number I am?” Y/n questioned, eyeing Jude when she put her jersey into her kit.

“12,” Jude answered easily, “I know a lot more than you think,”

“Doubtful, very doubtful,” Y/n laughed, picking up her bag and walking away. For some strange reason, the refusal left Jude only more encouraged.

From a discreet spot in the bleachers, Cameron and Marcus watched the exchange and groaned.

“We are screwed,” Cameron whined, his hopes of dating Caroline felt like they’d be dashed.

“Hey I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude,” Marcus demanded.

“We are screwed!” Cameron exclaimed, and Marcus nodded in approval.

“Better,”

Cameron had gone through the effort of becoming the practice partner of Caroline, Y/n’s sister, and talked to her only to find out that she could only date if Y/n did. Then he had managed to get the academy’s most affluent player to approach Jude (more like inceptioned him to), knowing he wouldn’t listen to Cameron himself—only for Jude to fail. If this didn’t work he had no other options left.

“If Jude can’t do this himself we need to help him,” Cameron finally spoke, looking to Marcus who hummed in agreement.

Cameron knew that Y/n was difficult, when he had spoken to Caroline she had explained that Y/n used to be popular, but at the end of year 11 something had flipped. It was like she was sick of it or something, and she began dedicating all her time to football. It paid off, she was one of the best strikers in the league, the men’s league she had somehow gotten into. She was so good that Birmingham Academy decided to put her on their EFL team, but of course it came with the price of her becoming a heinous bitch (Marcus’s words not Cameron’s).

˚ ✧ ˚

The next day Jude found Y/n on the football pitch during the free period they happened to share, and sat by her school bag watching as she did passing drills around a set of bright orange cones.

It was normal to see her at the pitch during the middle of the day, she was known for practicing every possible moment.

When she finally finished up and went to grab her water, she saw him staring at her.

“Nice passes,” Jude complimented before she could let out the string of complaints she probably had waiting to be let out. “You’re quick on your feet,”

“Are you following me?” Y/n scoffed, grabbing her water that was situated next to Jude.

“I was going to get my jacket, and saw you were practicing. I decided to come say hi,” Jude shrugged, feigning disinterest.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, obviously glaring at Jude.

“Not a talker, huh?” Jude remarked watching as Y/n began changing. She didn’t quite care that he was there, letting him watch as she switched her athletic shirt for a tank top. However he averted his gaze when Y/n switched her soccer shorts for denim ones.

“Depends on the topic,” She replied, “Passing drills don’t exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy,”

“You’re not afraid of me are you,” Jude said, half a question half a statement.

“Why would I be afraid of you,” Y/n laughed, folding her clothes and putting them into her bag.

“According to popular belief, I lit a school on fire because I was a sore loser. So most people are,” Jude replied, standing up.

“Well I’m not,” Y/n responded, slinging the bag over her shoulders. She noticed how Jude had purposefully shifted to block her from exiting the field.

“Well maybe you’re not afraid me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked,” Jude suggested smiling coyly.

“Am I that transparent?” Y/n asked, acting shocked. “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” She groaned while rolling her eyes, and Jude found his smile growing wider, his laugh genuine.

Y/n pushed past him and out of the football pitch, and Jude let her. He stared as she walked away, realizing that he had grown a liking to her. When she was finally out of sight he shook his head, wondering how on earth he had managed to start fancying the most out of control girl he had ever met.

˚ ✧ ˚

“We know what you’re trying to do with Y/n L/n,” Cameron said over the loud commotion of the craft room, Marcus nudging him forward.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Jude replied unfazed, continuing to saw away at a piece of wood.

“We want to help,” Cameron replied, and Jude’s eyes didn’t budge from the wood.

“And why is that?” Jude inquired, finally giving the pair a glance.

“The deal is that my friend here has a major jones for Caroline L/n,” Marcus paused, waiting for Jude to say something.

“What is it with that girl?” Jude muttered, it seemed as if everyone wanted a piece of her.

“I uh, I think I speak correctly when I say Cameron’s love is pure, purer than let’s say Eric’s,” Marcus continued, to which Jude answered.

“Look I’m in this for the cash, Eric can plow whoever he wants,”

“Okay there will be no plowing,” Cameron interjected, getting heated. Jude sniggered under his breath at the year 12 boy.

“Jude, let me clear one thing up—we set this whole thing up so Cameron, yeah Cameron, could get Caroline. Eric’s just a pawn,” Marcus elaborated.

“So you’re going to help me tame the wild beast?” Jude quirked a brow, and glanced over at the duo again.

“Absolutely. We’ll do research, find out what she likes and get back to you. We’re your guys,” Marcus smiled, grabbing Cameron’s shoulder who added:

“In a strictly non group of arsonist buddies type of way,”

Jude stared at Cameron, not sure whether to laugh or punch him.

“Uh, sorry. Now, Friday night Bogey Lowenstein is having a party. Perfect opportunity,” Marcus shifted the conversation before Jude could react.

“Perfect opportunity for what?” Jude asked, his full attention now on Marcus.

“For you to take out Y/n,” Marcus gave a doubtful look.

“I’ll think about it,” Jude replied, though he had already made up his mind.

˚ ✧ ˚

Marcus and Cameron arrived at the locker room Jude had told them too, Cameron having just snooped through Y/n’s dorm with the help of Caroline.

Jude arrived shortly thereafter, out of breath from running there after his practice ended.

“So what have you got for me?” Jude asked, his hands at his sides, chest going up and down as he panted.

“A little insight into a very complicated girl,” Cameron replied, crossing his arms and leaning into a locker.

“All right, first thing. Y/n hates chapped lips,” Cameron cleared his throat, looking at Jude’s lips which were thoroughly dry.

“So you’re telling me I use chapstick,” Jude raised his brows, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yes, well—just for now,” Marcus explained.

“And um, here’s another problem, Caroline says Y/n likes pretty guys,” Cameron added, looking from Marcus back to Jude.

Jude stared blankly at the two for a few moments before saying “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?”

“He’s very pretty!” Marcus immediately countered, and Cameron followed with a “Yeah yeah I just wasn’t sure—I didn’t know,” the pair of them playing it off.

Jude visibly relaxed, and Cameron took it as a sign for him to continue. “Alright, uh yeah, okay here’s this,” Cameron reached into his back pocket and pulled out a list.

“Likes: Thai food, feminist prose, and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion. Here’s a list of CDs she has in her dorm,” Cameron handed the list over.

“So I’m supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to girls who can’t play their instruments right?” Jude remarked sardonically.

“Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night,” Marcus answered, and Jude’s face paled.

“I cannot be caught at Club Skunk, alright?” Jude pursed his lips into a thin line.

“But she’ll be there, she’s got tickets,” Cameron pushed back.

“Assail your ears for one night,” Marcus joined in, and Jude caved.

Dear lord what had he gotten himself into.

˚ ✧ ˚

Jude arrived at Club Skunk, not quite believing that he was spending his evening at a club full of girls. He pushed his way through the crowd, the music growing louder the further he got into the club.

Eventually he spotted Y/n, who was dancing in a black spaghetti strapped satin dress. He smiled at the sight, and stared as Y/n began laughing with a friend.

He found himself fixated on her, this was a side of Y/n he had never once seen revealed before. And he liked it.

His dark doe eyes filled with adoration as Y/n smiled brightly and cheered when the song changed, before he came to his senses and went to the bar, knowing she would eventually come there.

“Bellingham! What are you doing here tonight?” Huxley, the bartender, greeted. He knew Jude and his mates from his days at the local pub.

“Oh you know, just here for the girl,” Bellingham grinned, then asked for water.

A good few minutes later, Y/n came up to the bar, asking Huxley for 2 waters. As she stood there waiting she glanced to the side, noticing Jude sitting at a stool, inconspicuously staring at the band on stage.

She immediately frowned, and after paying for the drinks she approached him.

“If you’re planning on asking me out again you might as well get it over with,” She said loudly, barely audible over the noise of the club.

“Do you mind? You’re kind of ruining this for me,” Jude said right as she finished talking, and Y/n raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Your lips aren’t as chapped as they usually are,” Y/n noticed, changing the subject.

“I know, I started using chapstick, it was about time I got a tube,” Jude replied, continuing to act nonchalant when he knew he was an imposter in this club.

“You think?” Y/n laughed, her eyes focused on Jude’s mouth.

“You know these guys are no Bikini Kill or the Raincoats,” Jude remarked, bringing up other musicians he knew Y/n liked, adding “But they’re not bad,” before he stood up and started walking away.

Y/n’s smile stuck to her face, but it was a puzzled one, she stood fixated to her spot for a second before she ran to catch up to Jude.

“You know who the Raincoats are?” She demanded, her eyes squinted in puzzlement.

“Why, don’t you?” Jude shot back, pretending as if it was the most obvious thing in the world for him to know who they were.

A series of fed up expressions crossed Y/n’s face, and Jude proceeded to keep talking as the song currently played ended.

“You know I was watching you out there,” Jude commented, his voice straining to be heard over the music, “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” The second part came out just as the song finished, and the whole club heard and began laughing.

Y/n let out a chuckle, beaming at Jude. Jude’s head leaned low, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss her before he pulled his head a bit back.

“Come to Bogey’s party with me,” Jude suggested, and Y/n moved her head from side to side.

“You never give up, do you?”

“Was that a yes?” Jude asked, voice loud again as a new band started playing.

“No,” Y/n shouted, walking away.

“Was that a no?” Jude yelled after her, keeping his gaze focused on her as she disappeared into the crowd.

“No!” Y/n replied, and Jude’s lips pulled upward into the largest smile he’d ever had.

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jdbellingham · 2 years ago

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Jude Bellingham

stand-alones

light switch

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

trickle of change

summary: y/n and Jude’s lives take them on severely different paths, and the erosion change puts on their relationship forces them apart. but change is as unpredictable as the a sneaker wave in the ocean, and it sends their paths colliding back together again.

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The Deal

a 10 Things I Hate About You inspired series featuring Jude Bellingham

part one - “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” (posted!)

part two - will be summarized soon lol

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a trickle of change

pairing: jude bellingham x athletic trainer reader

summary: y/n and Jude’s lives take them on severely different paths, and the erosion change puts on their relationship forces them apart. but change is as unpredictable as the ocean, and it sends their paths colliding back together again.

note: it’s the last 10 minutes of my birthday so here’s a gift (piece of trash I wrote while watching tv with my family) from me to you all 🫶

word count: 2884

warnings: terribly written (OMG I JUST READ IT WTAF IS THIS I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS LATE) angst but it gets better at the end lol + REFERENCES TO INTERCOUSE!

context: reader lives in Germany and attends university far away from Dortmund

YOU COULDN’T RECALL WHEN IT HAD STARTED, all it had been was a small trickle of change.

“Sorry love I can’t make it tonight,” Jude said, sounding dissatisfied with the news he had to bear.

“Aw why not,” You asked; you were on the way to one of the final courses you had to complete before you could become certified as an athletic trainer. Your phone pressed against your ear waiting for his answer.

“Coach is having us do a little extra conditioning this evening, can I get a rain check?” Jude suggested, and you thought for a moment to see when you were free next. You stopped walking for a minute, pondering tomorrow’s schedule, you and Jude’s both.

“How about tomorrow for lunch, you’re off on Thursdays aren’t you?” You offered, chewing your lip in anticipation. Biting the soft flesh of your lower lip eased the anxiety anything brought you, and it had been a habit virtually since the day you had grown teeth.

“Oh you’re a genius y/n! I’ll see you soon love,” Jude exclaimed, and you smiled in relief, your teeth loosening their grip on your mouth. However dismaying it would be, you knew could last another day without him.

“I love you, I gotta go now,” You said, disappointment leeching into your chest because you knew you had to go. You had arrived at the lecture hall you were supposed to be at.

“I love you mo-

“You don’t want to start that Bellingham,” You warned, a playful threat emitting from your lips. Though you jokingly threatened him, you still loved it when he said it. He could say he loved you a thousand times and it would still send a rush of endorphins into your system. Loving Jude was a thrill you never wanted to end.

“Oh? But I do!” Jude insisted, and you could almost hear his grin through the phone. Oh how you loved that smile.

“I’ll talk to you later Jude,” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Later love,” Jude said in turn, his flirtatiousness seeping through the phone and to you, a blush flourishing upon your cheeks before he hung up.

However the change became a rivulet, streaming between the two of you. If you knew what that rivulet would become you would’ve stepped right across it to join him, before it was too late. You would’ve made the change work…but all that was left to do was to regret it.

Jude’s strong hands worked upon your bare shoulders, his fingers silencing the screaming in your back. With every motion he performed you could feel the hard-earned callouses he had brush gently against you.

Jude began rubbing the heel of his palm into the largest knot in your shoulder blade, and you came undone beneath his touch. Sounds of relief and pleasure beyond measure began coming out your mouth.

“Shit, Jude,” You groaned, back arching as he finished loosening your muscle and working his ridiculous magic.

You flipped over in bed, Jude still above you with his legs bent over either side over your hips. He leaned down cupping your face in his large hands while you placed your hands on his bare chest, sealing your lips together.

“All better now?” Jude asked with a smile. He adored making you feel better, having his hands all over your bare body was just an unprecedented bonus.

“Very much so,” You replied, then reached upwards to grab for his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Jude smiled into it, then pulled away for a moment to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes directly in front of yours, the eye contact so unadulterated you could swear you were staring into his soul. You reached upwards from his neck and placed your hands on his face again, rubbing your thumbs across the sharp angles of his cheekbones.

“Promise me y/n,” Jude whispered, voice unsteady, and his pupils blown into the largest black circles you’d ever seen.

“I’ll promise you anything,” You replied, the steady strokes you were making came to a halt, all of your attention focused on the boy who was laying atop of you.

“Promise me you won’t give up on me,” Jude pleaded, looking into your eyes so directly it felt as if he were looking for a promise within them.

“I promise,” You replied, even though you weren’t quite sure why he had asked. You softly kissed the tip of his nose and allowed your hand to comfortingly brush over his hair as Jude continued to stare at you, gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips. When he finally stopped staring, it was only to engage you in a heated kiss, your mouths seamlessly molded around the other, like the two of you were made for each other and only each other.

However Jude’s lips began wandering, and he started peppering quick kisses down to the line of your jaw, migrating down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. His hands rested at your hips and his thumbs made slow sensual circles over the bone. His wet sloppy kisses continued past your stomach until he stopped at the line of your panties, igniting your senses at every point of contact.

Jude’s eyes looked upwards at you, wide and sweet, innocent in appearance but scandalous in nature.

“Do you need some more help, Love?”

That night had been the last time you and Jude were together and not at a loss for words. It was so strange how two people could go from such intimate terms to barely even speaking in a matter of weeks.

The rivulet of change had rapidly devolved into a stream, the stream becoming a torrential river, and the river eroded your relationship down and all it would keep doing was push the two of you further apart.

“What do you want y/n,” Jude asked, yet it was more of a monotone statement than a question. His voice felt distant and cold, void of the attachment he had shown you a few weeks before.

You missed his real voice, the one you heard whispering into your ear in the middle of the night as his warm steady hands pulled you into his embrace, the whisper that complained you had wiggled too far away from him in your sleep. The voice that strained through fits of laughter the two of you shared, rolling around and bumping into each other on the turf of the Dortmund soccer pitch as you lost your minds over Haaland’s impression of an American accent. You missed…you hugged yourself into a fetal position. Your body ached with want, desperate to see your Jude.

You rolled over in the bed the two of you shared before Jude had moved to the Dortmund compound. You stared at the part of the bed that had curved to fit his body over the long nights of use he had put it through.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jude repeated into the phone, but you had stopped listening as your thoughts took on new directions.

“Hm?” You replied, biting your lower lip. “Yeah,”

“Why did you call,” Jude repeated, though you hadn’t heard the first time around.

“I miss you,” You told him, and you could hear the pause in his thoughts even through the phone.

“I don’t have time to see you this week, we don’t have Thursdays off anymore,” Jude replied, essentially saying that there was nothing he could do.

“Alright, bye,” You said in reply, knowing that Jude was antsy to leave.

“Love you,” Jude sighed, as if you were just wasting his breath and he wanted to get away.

“Okay,” You hung up, trying to ignore the fact he had only said “Love you” instead of “I love you”. You knew he was stressed and it was silly but things of that nature mattered to you.

You tossed in bed for what felt like hours before your brain finally calmed down enough to allow the grip of sleep to take over your mind.

The river that separated the two of you had grown so powerful that it was sending you different directions. You were being pushed so far away from him that eventually you would be a different continent.

“When can we see each other next?” Jude asked, breathing heavily on the other end of the phone. He had just finished practice and decided to take the opportunity to call you to make plans.

However, on your end of the phone tears were welling in your eyes. It had been a month and a half since you saw Jude, and the time you spent apart had taken its toll on you. You weren’t one to be dramatic but you needed Jude to live.

“Jude I can’t do this anymore,” Your tear induced mucus filled lungs managed to cough out.

“Y/n what do you mean,” Jude said slowly, his breathing slowing with his words. It pained you to say it but you had to.

“I can’t be with you anymore if I never get to see you…you’re never going to have time for me and you’re never going to have more than once a month to see me because you’re busy balancing two teams at once. I’m not blaming you Jude but I’m not doing this anymore if you don’t have time,” You explained, the words you had planned in your brain scrambled into a mess the moment you called him and you were left saying a string of redundant sentences.

Jude remained silent, and you wiped your face from the tears that had overflowed from your watering eyes.

“When do you have time again,” You asked, each word bringing the two of you closer to an end.

“I don’t,” Jude admitted, and his voice cracked and wavered. You could picture his dark brown eyes full of tears and his head tilted low as he tried to figure something out.

“I’m sorry Jude but I’m done,” You said, letting out a shaky breath. It hurt so badly to finally let those words out of your brain that you immediately wished you could claw them back and shove it back into the safe haven of your thoughts and keep it from reality.

“Goodbye, Jude,” You sighed, his silence still prevailing as you hung up the phone with him for the last time.

The river between the two of you had finally eroded you apart, and now an ocean of change stood between the two of you.

You realized now, that you had only been the earth to his sun. You were one of the many distractions revolving around his life.

But he had been the rings to your Saturn. He circled everything and he was your whole life. Sure there were moons orbiting you, dozens of other trivial things…but he was the largest. That sentiment wasn’t reciprocated. And you understood—Jude was one of the worlds most up and coming football players, how could you blame him for not having time? But you could blame yourself.

Your days became perfunctory cycles of going to class then back home to study; your nights devolving to late night clubbing, champagne flutes, and mindless flirting. Everything was just a task to get past, and somehow in that haze of misery you’d managed to graduate.

Graduation had brought an onslaught of self doubt, what would you do now that you weren’t constantly taking tests? Worrying about grades was what consumed your life for 4 years, and you found it hard to move on. Looking for a job wasn’t something you were keen on doing; you didn’t want to accept that your life was moving forward—moving on without Jude.

Luckily you didn’t exactly have to look for a job. Because of your astoundingly good grades and recommendations, Dortmund had reached out to you, offering you a position as an injury prevention specialist and athletic trainer. The email sat in your inbox for days, left untouched.

A part of you absolutely detested the idea of working there, but the other part of you knew that it would be one of the most lucrative positions in the industry you were trying to break into. Eventually you made up your mind and accepted the offer, but didn’t tell anyone about it. Feeling as if you did, it would make it far too real. Even as you moved to Dortmund you ignored the reason why you were doing so.

Eventually, the first day of work rolled along. You had managed to pull your life together before then, but still you found yourself wanting to spill your guts over the thought of seeing Jude again.

You found yourself obsessing over your appearance as you stood in front of the Dortmund training facility. You stared at the double glass door entrance, nitpicking your reflection.

Were your eyes sunken? Would he know that you stayed up late at nights thinking about him? Was your hair too frizzy? Would he notice how you switched shampoo? Did-

You lost your train of thought when you saw someone on the other side of the door, your eyes widening in surprise. Their tall figure pushed the door open and walked through, and it wasn’t till they were standing right in front of you that you realized it was Jude.

“Jude,” You said, breathless even though you were only standing there. Suddenly the backpack on your shoulders felt a dozen times heavier.

He looked every bit as startled as you felt, his hand reached for the nape of his neck, his kit bag shifting, which you recognized as one of his markers for when he was nervous.

“Hi,” Jude finally said, looking downwards towards you. His stare felt just as potent and knowing as it had the last time it had been directed at you.

The two of you stood in silence far longer than comfortable, your mind turned to an incognizant mush as your eyes wandered his body. He looked tired, his vaguely blood-shot eyes were rimmed with dark circles, and his body slouched ever so slightly, very different from the usual way he carried himself.

“I’m sorry,” You managed to get out, and Jude’s stare lifted from your lips back to your eyes again.

“I know I was selfish for wanting so much of your time Jude, and I know that you couldn’t make time for a reason,” You started, your head turned down towards the light gray colored pavement before you continued. “But I just wanted you more—and I’m sorry I let that-

Jude cut you off, dropping his kit to the ground and using his now free hands to grab your face. In a few quick motions he had brought his lips upon yours, and it brought a surge of happiness and relief into your system.

When he finally pulled away you could see the way the kiss had softened his features. The worry lines had smoothed away, and the corners of his mouth pointed slightly upward.

“Don’t apologize,” Jude said, his left hand reaching to the side to tuck your stray hair behind your ear. In that moment every single doubt you had about seeing Jude again that weren’t cured by the kiss evaporated out of existence.

“You deserved more than what I could give you, and I don’t blame you for what you did,” Jude continued, but then his upturned lips faltered, falling into a frown; then his hands slid down from your face and to your hips. “What are you doing here.”

“I’m here as the new athletic trainer,” You explained. “I’m starting today and my contract has me here for the next season,”

Jude’s smile grew wider and wider as you continued speaking, and by the end of your sentence he had lifted you in the air with a grin on his face.

“Y/n,” Jude said with his toothy smile on display, and you couldn’t help but smile too. Jude had a special skill of infecting you with smiles, and it left a warm feeling in your stomach knowing that it hadn’t changed in the months you’d been apart.

“Yes?” You replied, your eyes crinkling from the large grin your face held.

“Do you know what this means,” He asked, setting you down back on the ground.

“No..” You trailed off, thinking of what he was trying to say.

He stared at you waiting for you to understand, and the puzzled frown on your face eventually morphed back into a grin.

“Life gave me this opportunity to have you back and I’m going to give you everything you want y/n, every last moment I have of my life is yours, only if you want it,” Jude whispered softly.

“Take me back and I promise I can make it up to you y/n,” Jude continued, and instead of offering a reply you simply grabbed his jersey and smashed his lips to yours.

“I love you,” You whispered up to Jude and he pulled you into a hug, his nose inhaling your scent.

“Did you switch shampoo?”

Change pushes things together and apart, and an ocean of it is full of uncertain tides that can send you back to where you were in the most unpredictable ways. But this time you weren’t complaining.

note: sorry that was kinda rushed but I have something very exciting planned! a ten things I hate about you inspired fic series!!! (Jude ofc) soooo click here to be added to my taglist!

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