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Why do people only get pissed off when madristas call something out? Its so frustrating. If it wouldve been lfc or barca they wouldve jumped on the boycott bandwagon💀

Exactlyyy!! We just gotta get hate regardless for some reason. As if we have no permission to get pissed when we literally just got humiliated 😭

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ITS SO FUNNY TO ME THAT A CLUB WITH 115 CHARGES IS CALLING US CORRUPT😭

Lmaooo the way this is so true 😭 and this could very well be their 116th charge too 💀💀💀

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Photo doesn’t have Vini in it helpppppp 💀

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Wow. And people make Real Madrid seem like villains for not attending? I’m not even sure what word is harsh enough to describe these disgusting creatures. This is the lowest level of evil.

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I know you read my post; you just missed some main points. The Euros should be considered, yes, but not as the ONLY factor. Does winning the Champions League and La Liga count for nothing? Rodri had an excellent season, but Vini’s had one better. And Carvajal also had a stronger season than Rodri, finishing unbeaten, with both a Champions League trophy and the Euros. That’s why he’s part of this conversation.

For the record, I already acknowledged that Jude deserved this award as well (in the post above), but I believe Vini was the most deserving. Jude isn’t being sidelined by Madrid fans, but once it was clear Vini was a front-runner, the fanbase rallied behind him rather than dividing support.

I’m honestly speechless. They led us to believe Vini was a front-runner for months, only to pull a shocking twist at the end. It’s ridiculous and unfair.

You don’t have to be a Real Madrid fan or even a fan of Vini to recognize the incredible season he’s had. Ignoring his brilliance is pure bias, plain and simple.

Rodri is a wonderful player, a crucial asset to any team, and consistently impressive — but it’s Vini who deserves this award. What did Rodri do to earn the Ballon d’Or? Win the Euros? By that measure, Carvajal would be more deserving. And Jude too, for clear and valid reasons. In my humble opinion, Rodri wasn’t even the best player at the Euros, let alone within Man City. Not to mention that certain players with poor international performances have still won in the past.

Vini is a phenomenal talent, a big-game player with remarkable stats. Everyone knows he shone brilliantly, consistently carrying the team all year. It’s truly sad, disappointing, and painful to see this. I can only imagine how he feels right now.

I knew this award had lost its value, but they somehow find new ways to prove it every year.

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It’s honestly funny how you read my entire post without actually understanding what I wrote. I never said that goalscoring was the main criteria for this award, maybe rereading my post before responding would’ve been a good idea. You’re talking about overall quality, while I’m specifically referring to the 2023/24 season, for which Ballon d’Or should be awarded. Rodri had a better season in 2022/23 actually and I’ve already acknowledged his talent, but when it comes to who deserved this award more for this season, it’s clearly Vini.

The one thing I agree with you on is that Rodri or KDB are City’s best players in terms of overall quality, but the reasons being given for why Rodri had a better season than Vini this year are invalid and, frankly, ridiculous.

I’m honestly speechless. They led us to believe Vini was a front-runner for months, only to pull a shocking twist at the end. It’s ridiculous and unfair.

You don’t have to be a Real Madrid fan or even a fan of Vini to recognize the incredible season he’s had. Ignoring his brilliance is pure bias, plain and simple.

Rodri is a wonderful player, a crucial asset to any team, and consistently impressive — but it’s Vini who deserves this award. What did Rodri do to earn the Ballon d’Or? Win the Euros? By that measure, Carvajal would be more deserving. And Jude too, for clear and valid reasons. In my humble opinion, Rodri wasn’t even the best player at the Euros, let alone within Man City. Not to mention that certain players with poor international performances have still won in the past.

Vini is a phenomenal talent, a big-game player with remarkable stats. Everyone knows he shone brilliantly, consistently carrying the team all year. It’s truly sad, disappointing, and painful to see this. I can only imagine how he feels right now.

I knew this award had lost its value, but they somehow find new ways to prove it every year.

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I’m honestly speechless. They led us to believe Vini was a front-runner for months, only to pull a shocking twist at the end. It’s ridiculous and unfair.

You don’t have to be a Real Madrid fan or even a fan of Vini to recognize the incredible season he’s had. Ignoring his brilliance is pure bias, plain and simple.

Rodri is a wonderful player, a crucial asset to any team, and consistently impressive — but it’s Vini who deserves this award. What did Rodri do to earn the Ballon d’Or? Win the Euros? By that measure, Carvajal would be more deserving. And Jude too, for clear and valid reasons. In my humble opinion, Rodri wasn’t even the best player at the Euros, let alone within Man City. Not to mention that certain players with poor international performances have still won in the past.

Vini is a phenomenal talent, a big-game player with remarkable stats. Everyone knows he shone brilliantly, consistently carrying the team all year. It’s truly sad, disappointing, and painful to see this. I can only imagine how he feels right now.

I knew this award had lost its value, but they somehow find new ways to prove it every year.

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Don’t play with me like that wtf????????

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The Perfect Pair

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Requested

Summary: You and Jude attend his teammate’s documentary premiere, sharing affectionate moments and inside jokes.

Word Count: 1.6K

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Author’s note: Hii 😍 this is the first request I got and here it is. Hope you like it anon, let me know your thoughts! Also, if any of you have any fic requests, they’re currently open 🫡❤️

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Jude was still absorbed in the mirror, meticulously adjusting the gold chains on his white blazer for what seemed like the hundredth time. He leaned in closer, fixing the details around his collar with an intense focus, only to sigh as he took a step back, seemingly still dissatisfied.

“Need any help?” you offered from the edge of the bed, where you’d been patiently waiting for a while now, amused by how the roles had reversed. Typically, he was the one rolling his eyes or letting out exasperated sighs while you perfected your look, but tonight it was his turn, and it made you grin. Jude, the perfectionist.

“Nope, I think I’ve got this,” he said, though he still cast one last look in the mirror. Sighing playfully, you got to your feet, heading toward the door as he finally decided he was ready. Following you, his hand naturally found its place at your lower back, a familiar, grounding gesture.

But, true to form, Jude stopped just shy of the hallway, casting one more glance at himself in the mirror, reaching up to fuss with his hair.

With a laugh, you gently tugged his arm. “Come on, pretty boy; Thibaut’s premiere won’t wait for you,” you teased, practically nudging him out of the house. He chuckled, letting you pull him forward.

“Easy there, woman.” He shot you a mischievous smile, taking the hint. “You’re determined, huh?”

“Well, one of us has to be!” you shot back, a smirk on your lips. Finally, you both slid into the backseat of the car, where Jude wasted no time grabbing your hand, pressing a soft kiss to it before settling it on his lap. He didn’t let go, instead lacing your fingers through his, an automatic, tender gesture that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“You’re actually making me feel underdressed,” you quipped, admiring his outfit. His white blazer, adorned with gold chains, was stunning — daring but elegant, and perfectly Jude. Your black slip dress and chunky gold jewelry matched his look subtly, but next to him, you felt almost modest.

He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “Are you kidding? Even in sweatpants with your hair messy, you’d be the one stealing the show.” He lifted your hand to his lips once more, letting his kiss linger, his gaze conveying warmth and adoration. “You’ll have all eyes on you tonight, I’m sure of it.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling as you looked back at him. “We’ll share the spotlight, then. You kind of have a way of commanding a room too, you know?”

Jude laughed, his eyes dancing with humor. “Guess we have that in common.”

As you arrived at the venue, the energy was electric, with photographers and fans milling about. Inside, you spotted some of Jude’s teammates with their partners, each looking like they were attending a completely different event. Jude’s grin widened when he spotted Kylian in a casual jacket and jeans combo, Rodrygo in a bold silk shirt, and some of the other guys in wildly different styles. It was the perfect example of when the friend group skips the “What are we wearing?” conversation.

“Talk about no dress code,” Jude whispered to you with a laugh, shaking his head.

Finally, it was time for the red carpet. Jude walked out beside you, smiling and waving as you made your way along the velvet ropes. When you reached the photographers, he wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you close. Jude had no intention of hiding how smitten he was, and the cameras seemed to love it. He tilted his head down, pressing his cheek against your temple as the flashes went off.

The red carpet is abuzz with flashing cameras and reporters calling out, all of them eager to get a good shot of Jude and you. As you step onto the carpet together, you feel his hand tighten around yours, pulling you just a little closer to his side. It’s a simple gesture, but with the crowd and the chaos, his closeness gives you a strange sense of calm.

“Jude, over here!” a photographer calls out, and Jude flashes a bright smile, giving a friendly wave before looking back at you, his eyes lighting up.

“You good?” he murmurs, leaning down just close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath.

“Yeah,” you laugh, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks. “But I think you’re the one they’re all here to see, superstar.”

“Not without you, I’m not,” he chuckles, his eyes softening as he looks down at you, and then, without missing a beat, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in for the photos. Jude’s arm is secure around you, and every time a photographer calls his name, he seems just as focused on making sure you’re smiling right there beside him.

“Now, give me your best smile,” he whispers with a teasing grin, nudging you playfully with his hip.

“I was smiling perfectly fine,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes. But you can’t help but laugh anyway, and the flashbulbs capture the moment.

After a few more shots, you instinctively step to the side, ready to let Jude have his solo photos. But the second he realizes you’ve moved away, he reaches out and catches your wrist, pulling you right back to his side.

“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” he says with that smirk of his, his hand slipping from your wrist back to the small of your back.

“Jude,” you laugh, flustered. “They’re here for you!”

“Maybe so, but I’m here for you,” he says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple. The flashes go wild as he does, and you catch the gleam in his eye as he realizes it.

“Don’t give them too much,” you murmur, laughing as he pulls you close enough that his cheek brushes yours.

“They should know who I’m with,” he replies, his voice softer now, but still that playful tone. “Besides, you make me look better.”

You laugh again, feeling that mix of nerves and warmth spread through you, and the photographers eat it up, the two of you sharing smiles and whispers that the cameras try to capture. His thumb rubs gently against your lower back as he holds you close, a soft, intimate gesture that you don’t even think he’s aware of.

The crowd calls his name again, and he takes one more photo with you by his side before pulling you just slightly to look at him. “All good?” he asks, tilting his head as if to check in, the sincerity in his eyes grounding you amidst all the chaos.

“All good,” you reply, giving him a nod. “But I’ll let you have your solo shot.”

“Not happening,” he replies, laughing as he keeps you right by his side.

And with his hand in yours and that grin on his face, you realize that there’s nowhere else either of you would rather be.

The premiere had gone off without a hitch. You’d both enjoyed the documentary, laughed and mingled with his teammates and their partners, and Jude, as always, had been the life of the evening. Now, sitting in the car with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, you feel the warmth of the night and the buzz of excitement slowly easing away into a comfortable, quiet intimacy.

You lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment as the city lights streak past outside. Jude’s hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his thumb tracing soft circles against the fabric of your dress. His warmth is familiar, grounding, and in the stillness, you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

“Tired?” he asks, his voice soft, and you nod without lifting your head, letting out a content sigh.

“It’s your fault, you know,” you tease, nudging him slightly. “You dragged me to the after party, and I ended up listening to you all argue about who was the best dressed for half the night.”

Jude chuckles, his hand moving to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “Please, you know it was all about showing you off,” he says with a grin, glancing down at you. “And, by the way, I was clearly the best-dressed.”

“Oh, obviously,” you say with a laugh, turning your face toward him so that your nose brushes against his shoulder. “Though I think you’re just fishing for compliments at this point.”

“Maybe I am.” He squeezes your shoulder a bit tighter, leaning his head back to look at you more fully, his eyes softening as they meet yours. “But, hey, I had a pretty great date tonight.”

You feel the blush creep up your cheeks, and you roll your eyes, trying to brush off the flattery. “You say that because you’re biased.”

“No, I say it because it’s true,” he murmurs, his voice warm and sincere now, that teasing edge gone. He takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Best date I’ve had, actually. Thanks for coming with me, my love.”

The quiet honesty in his words makes your heart skip a beat. You tighten your grip on his hand, your smile growing as you gaze up at him. “Anytime, babe.”

He rests his cheek on the top of your head, pulling you closer, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as the car glides through the night, your fingers entwined and your hearts in sync.

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heyyyyyyy. First of all, I love your writings. I was wondering can I request a Jude Bellingham where you go with him to the premiere of his team mates documentary and ya'll have cute moments? ( The real madrid picture where all the teammates and wags posed together) . Thank youuuuu

Posteeeed �� hope you enjoy it anon, thank you for the request!! 💘

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LMFAOOOOO THE WAY I CACKLED

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The embarrassment I feel right now is beyond belief 😭😭😭 the way Kylian only finished chances that were offside and missed those when he was onside. We got COOKED at home by our biggest rivals. Our unbeaten streak is over.

Also why are Arda and Endrick being wasted on the bench when so many of our starters drop stinkers left and right? We just got owned by a team full of kindergartners so what’s Carlo’s excuse exactly? It hurts so bad 🥲😫

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So um I don’t think Kylian ever learned how to stay onside

some half time reading for you king

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How Carlo uses Jude and Fede

What about Jude and Fede? Guess they don't matter.

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Hi everyone, welcome to my blog! 🩷

I’m Ellie, I’m 21 and I’ve been a Madridista since before I can remember.

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