#AFC Sunderland

[calciopics]

Born on this day: Jordan Hendeson (17.06.1990)

[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun -jude and jobe bellingham

prompt: three best friends take over the house by babysitting the bellingham boys’ two nephews and niece.

pt.2 here

bellinghams & fem!reader platonic friendship

warnings: grammar issues, all characters are fictional (except jude and jobe ofc)

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knocking on the door, anticipation grew.

you have grown up with jude and jobe, considering your parents and their parents were very close friends.

you practically were like their sister. you did everything with them. you were there at their biggest accomplishments or lowest levels.

the door opened to jude and jobe’s aunt, ready for dinner. recently, the bellingham boys recently had a new addition to their family, a little baby nephew. the parents had 3 kids, and one still being about 6 months old, it was a major hassle. they needed a little break, some time for themselves.

who else better to call? the famous trio!

the parents trusted you and the brothers very much. trust me, the babies were in good hands. (might be delusional, but we’ll see!)

“oh my goodness, thank you guys for coming.” the mom hugged all of you. giving you a little peek on the cheek.

suddenly, jude and jobe’s uncle appeared behind her. “you’re here! thank you guys. come in.” stepping into the house, you were met with cold air.

“i see the kids really love this house.” you spoke with a smile as you noticed toys were scattered around the floor. ending your sentence, jobe nearly tripped over a toy truck.

catching himself as you were frightened for him, the three of you burst into a laughter.

“okay mate, it’s not that funny.” jobe said while pushing the truck away from his path.

“jobe, how do you not see a bright yellow and green truck?” jude was dying from laughter.

“i’m really grateful that you took this opportunity. it has been quite awhile since my husband and i have gone out.”

suddenly, a huge commotion was made. all eyes going to the stairway, you could see a little boy about the age of 6 running down the stairs in a little dinosaur onesie.

“there’s my little guy!” the boy ran into jude’s arms into a tight hug.

“i knew it! i knew you were coming! i heard your voice.”

“did you really?” jude fixed his onesie and gave him a little pat on the back.

then, you heard a door slam. staring at the stairs once again, you could see a 4 year old girl in a pink princess dress with a tiara and wand, strutting down with a bright smile (and one missing tooth).

“all hail the princess.” jobe spoke as she slowly walked down with her head held up high. smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, except her brother’s. she only earned an eye roll from him.

finally reaching downstairs, you curtsied to her as jude and jobe did a little bow.

breaking character, she did not hesitate to run to jobe. giving him the biggest hug he has probably ever been given.

“i think the baby is still asleep. the formula is already prepped since he should be waking up soon. we have to get going, good luck guys!” quickly grabbing her purse and getting the hell out of there with her husband, it was time to finally have some fun and bonding times.

“alright kiddos, what should we do today?” jude put down his nephew and immediately patting his head for reassurance.

“we should build a castle!” jobe, also putting down the niece, agreed.

“what kind of castle?”

“castles are for losers!” her big brother snarled at her.

“now, dinosaurs may be big and strong, but they are certainly not rude.” you bent down to his level. he crossed his arms, but unexpectedly, you started tickling him.

“tickle attack!” jude yelled as everyone was tickling the dinosaur and princess.

all laughter came to a quick stop. cries of a baby were echoing throughout the house. jude and jobe were no professionals for caring for a child under 1, therefore both synchronized to look at you for help.

and to be honest, you wanted to hold that baby forever. your motherly instincts kicked in. running up the stairs, you could not wait. meeting the little guy at just 2 months old, he was probably the most adorable baby you’ve ever seen (maybe because he looks a little like baby jude, but we’re gonna ignore that fact).

slowly and gently opening the door, you were met with a baby with a small tear falling down his cheek, but having the brightest smile as soon as he saw you. your heart melted.

“aren’t you the cutest,” you picked him up and could see his chubby face and rolls on his arms. “the baby fever is really kicking in.”

wiping the little tear, you placed his head on your shoulder as you walked down the stairs. putting your hand on his semi-bald head to create a shield just in case, jude and jobe lit up to seeing him.

crowding the little one, jude took him into his arms as you prepared the milk. in the kitchen, you were met with a little princess eating a sugar cookie (jobe couldn’t say no to her).

“hello your royal highness.” you gave a smile to her as you grabbed a little bottle.

“hi y/n. how’s it going?”

“it’s going great! how’s your cookie?”

“it’s good. you should be a mom.”

the statement created a pause for you. the measuring cup filled with formula almost fell on the counter.

“sorry ma’am, but what?”

“you should be a mom.”

“oh no thank you, it is definitely not for me.”

“well you definitely need a boyfriend. i have one! his name is james, he’s 6. i like them older.”

“hold on, you’re talking about your brother’s friend?”

“yep! that james. he’s so dashing. you know you should get with jude.” a frown appeared on your face. kids are full of creative ideas, but this was not on your bingo card.

“i really appreciate your feedback, but i need time to review this information.” jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen, giving you a scare.

“what are y’all talking about?”

in panic, you shouted “nothing!” which created high suspicion. the princess got off the chair after finishing the cookie, and walking off with jude.

finishing on making the bottle, you weren’t sure on what you were about to see, but it was definitely a sight.

jude and jobe bellingham were in pink and purple tutu’s and tiaras. you gasped at the sight.

“y/n, please don’t laugh.” jobe pleaded, sensing his embarrassment already.

“who said i was gonna laugh?” you picked up the baby trying to hide the fact, you were gonna laugh. sitting on the couch to feed him, the boys were being ordered around.

“alright, what’s next to protect the precious princess?”

“it is i! the knight! and i have come to destroy this kingdom!” the once dinosaur jumped out from the hallway holding a fake sword and shield.

the princess let out a tiny scream.

“uncle jude! protect the castle now!” jude nodded in agreement as he picked up a fake sword and play fighting with the knight. tutu’s were dropping and tiaras were falling.

“meanwhile you, uncle jobe, you should totally dance with me.” hiding your smile with the bottle, jobe didn’t really have a choice.

the house was chaotic. a ballerina and knight were battling it out, jobe and the princess were turning and spinning. jobe even had a little purple magic wand as his prop for his dance recital. you were glad you could lay back with a baby who did not give any trouble.

the fun continued to grow as the night went.

[lfcgirlie866]

I just want someone who will look at me the way Jobe was looking at himself during the watch party video 😭

[planetpedri]

A jobe one where he gets jealous about a guy trying to hit on you but doesn’t say anything all day. Since he doesn’t like to talk about things you think he’s mad at you. But after his brother let it slip you finally understand and confort him. Angst plaza thanks

Size of the moon — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jobe was never the jealous type, so when he suddenly pulled away and seemed almost angry, you hadn’t the slightest clue why. That was until his brother blabbed and you finally understood.

Word count: 820+

Disclaimer/s: angst to comfort <3

A/N: I get so many req’s to post more for Jobe so here hope you’re happy with this one!

It’s been a long, exhausting night. You, Jobe, and Jude had all gone to a new club a few blocks away from Jude’s house in Madrid. It had been fun, until the end. Somewhere along the line, Jobe had gotten… distant. His arm stayed wrapped around your waist toward the end, but he didn’t look at you, speak to you, nothing! It was really getting on your nerves.

He hadn’t even bothered to walk beside you to the car like he usually would. He practically insisted Jude sat in the passenger seat instead of you. It was weird. It was off, and you did not like how upsetting it had made you.

The tension in the vehicle was heavy. Your eyes roamed to Jobe’s face in the rearview mirror, and every other minute you’d see his eyes flicker up to catch your stare, yet he stayed silent.

You notice the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles growing white with the grip he had on it. You were concerned to say the least. He never acted like this for God’s sake.

One thing that bugged you like no other, was when Jobe got mad. He always went silent and shut you out completely. There was no communicating with Jobe when he was like this.

Jude glanced back at you, giving you a small apologetic smile. You wave it off, turning your attention to look out the window to watch the streets zoom past.

At Jude’s house, Jobe had shut the car off and promptly opened your door before walking inside without waiting for you. His brother on the other hand, waited. His hands stuffed in his pockets as the two of you made your way to the door.

“What the hell is his problem?” You hiss, glancing up at Jude with a deepening frown.

The older man shrugged sheepishly, “not too sure.” Liar. You knew that wince in his face. You hadn’t grown up with the brothers just to not notice their small quirks.

“Jude.” You warn, “don’t lie to me right now.”

Opening the door for you, Jude caves. “When you went for a refill.. the guy at the bar? Apparently it sort of looked like you were flirting with each other. He’s just being jealous and acting out. It’ll be fine.”

You most certainly were not flirting with the loser at the bar. He’d just made you uncomfortable, and without your boyfriend nearby, you made small talk until you could get away!

Making your way to the spare room you and Jobe were staying in, Jude’s words clouded your mind. You open the bedroom door to find Jobe was grabbing clothes and heading to the bathroom.

“Jobe.” You sigh, “come on, don’t be like this.”

He spares you a small, tight lipped smile. “Like what? I’m fine.” His eye twitched slightly. Liar.

“I was just trying to make small talk until I could get away from him. I wasn’t flirting.” You explain quickly, before he could enter the bathroom.

The taller boy halts his movements. “Jude can’t keep his mouth shut for shit.” He grumbles, “you shouldn’t have even entertained the guy. He had no business talking to you.”

Setting down your purse and phone, you make your way toward your boyfriend. You wrap your arms around his back and torso, connecting your hands in the front to lock in place.

“No shit. But, he didn’t take ��my boyfriend’s waiting for me’ as seriously as most might. I was so uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. It wasn’t my fault.” You mumble against his back. “Plus, he was short. You know I don’t bother with short guys.”

That elicited a small huff of breath from Jobe, a proud grin growing on his face. “Is that so?” He couldn’t be upset, you were right, and he believed you.

Jobe wiggles out of your grasp, but quickly loops his own arms around your waist. You quirk an eyebrow at him, “isn’t it quite obvious?”

“I suppose.” He sighs, moving a stray strand of hair from your forehead and pressing a kiss to the exposed skin. “‘M sorry.”

“Yeah, so next time, maybe voice your discomfort rather than me having to strangle it out of your brother.” You flick his chest lightly, though you weren’t all too upset about it.

“Yes ma’am.” Jobe nods, pausing for a moment, “strangled? Really?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, no. It took very little words for him to spill. As always.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, quiet breaths escaping his lips. “I do need to shower, though. So you can badger me more about my communication when i’m finished, yeah?”

Nodding, you tilt your head up to patiently wait for a kiss. Jobe grins before meeting yours with fervor, his arms wrapping tighter around you. “I’m all yours, you big baby.” You mumble against his lips, causing a smirk to grow on his at your words.

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[formulalfc]

Jobe being a complete baby for his girlfriend! He loves being the little spoon although he’s 6‘3, or just lays his whole body between your legs and his head on your chest. Adores it especially much when you pamper him in kisses and call him „jobey“ but he won’t hear the end of it if Jude finds out 🎀

you guys are relaxing after a long day of you both being at work and not having much time for each other. your lead against the pillows and jobe has placed himself between your legs, lying with his head on your chest as you both watch your favourite show together. you get bored at one point and start pressing kisses on your boyfriend's head, whispering to him "i love you so much jobey". jobe's face scrunches, a smile taking over his face at your affection, grabbing one of your hands and placing a kiss on the back of it. jude finds out about "jobey" when jobe calls you while he's out, juse can't stop laughing after he sees "jobey <3" pop up on your screen.

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[kylianwifey]

[jobesbabe]

he’s mine / jobe bellingham insta au

judebellingham felt good today, big win in more ways than one

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trentarnold66 👨‍🍳👨‍🍳

youruser 7 is my favorite number...

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judebellingham my starboy

chrissy_rigg i see you my brother 👀

adidasfootball a true king

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youruser took a quick trip to spain. 💐

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keleighteller gorgeous girl

ynfan omg do you think she met someone there?

jobebellingham hm i dont live in spain 🤨

youruser @jobebellingham hm i sure remember you being there… 🤨🤨🤨

yn_islife omg jude or jobe… shes def with a bellingham or something

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jobebellingham baecation rocks

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youruser 💗

judebellingham dont know if im your bae but i was here too

jobelover this is icky jobe

jobeandjudefan so happy for you 😭

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youruser jude third wheeled 😞

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judebellingham i feel the shade.

youruser @judebellingam no shade, all sun.

jobebellingham my baby 💞

keleighteller hard launched the perfect couple

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youruser being yours means posting the pics that make me laugh

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jobebellingham youre mine

youruser @jobebellingham i know 😁😁

trentarnold66 second pic goes crazy

judebellingham mom and dad

jobebellingham @judebellingham youre literally older? 🤨

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ahhh thanks so much for reading this! this is my first fic/ any post on tumblr really so please like and comment suggestions & requests tysm!!!

[angeljude]

I’ve never seen this before but looks like it’s from Jude and Jobe’s holiday together

[emjayewrites]

monster mash • jobe bellingham (halloween oneshot)

SYNOPSIS: Justine & Jobe has some fun together after attending a Halloween party.

PAIRINGS: Jobe Bellingham x Justine (fc: @/themiaamoore)

WARNINGS: cursing, halloween stuff, mentions of sex, jealous!jobe (18+ only)

TAGLIST: @judesbabymamas, @judesprincess, @yeea-nah, @leilaxaliel, @f1-football-fiend @bbgkoo @irishmanwhore @lettersofgold @deonn-jaelle @sucredreamer @henneseyhoe @judes-hoe

A/N: One little halloween oneshot for Jobey….this is set in the Football Baes Universe. Read Hey There, Delilah to catch up. Gif by @jobesbabe

Jobe Bellingham had never been the biggest fan of haunted houses, but when Sunderland AFC asked him to join in on their Halloween festivities, he couldn’t say no. Besides, he liked a good scare when he knew it was all for show. Dressed in his Sunderland tracksuit with a club-branded beanie snug over his head, he made his way through a dark, creaking haunted house on the outskirts of town, complete with jump scares, fog machines, and an overzealous actor wielding a fake chainsaw.

The haunted house was packed with fans, and Jobe played along, letting out exaggerated yelps and laughing when some ghostly figure popped out of the shadows. His laughter was captured by the social media team as they recorded content for the club’s channels, and Jobe even joked around with some young supporters, pretending to be terrified for their entertainment. By the time he finished the circuit, he felt exhausted but thoroughly amused.

But his night wasn’t over yet. He had one more destination: Leeds. Justine had invited him to a Halloween party there, and despite the two-hour drive, he wasn’t about to miss out. The idea of seeing her, especially dressed up in some costume she’d no doubt planned meticulously, was more than enough to keep his energy up.

After dropping by his flat to grab his duffle bag with a change of clothes, Jobe hit the road, navigating his way to Leeds. The drive wasn’t too bad; he had a playlist queued up, blasting Halloween classics and a few guilty-pleasure pop hits to keep him awake. It was a crisp autumn night, the road lined with swirling leaves as the clock neared 8 PM.

When he arrived in Leeds, he parked in front of Justine’s flat, cutting the engine and slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder. The street was already buzzing with activity, costumed partygoers heading out, and he felt the atmosphere of the night ramp up. Jobe walked up to Justine’s door and knocked twice, then waited, wondering what costume she’d chosen this time.

When the door opened, Jobe’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Justine stood there in an adorable yet dangerously revealing Strawberry Shortcake costume. The bubble skirt, candy-pink and dotted with strawberry prints, barely covered her thighs, and her hair in braided pigtails that framed her face. Her corset top cinched at the waist, accentuating every curve, and the knee-high white socks completed the look.

Justine tilted her head, her lips quirking up in a smile when she noticed his expression. “Hey, Jobe,” she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

Jobe’s gaze dropped from her playful brown eyes to her exposed legs and back up again. “You want me to two-foot stomp someone tonight, Jus?” he asked, his voice low and serious despite the smirk playing on his lips.

Justine raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What are you talking about, Jobe?” She turned back to the mirror by her door and applied a shiny coat of lip gloss to her already perfect lips. The motion was so casual, as if she hadn’t just rendered him speechless.

Jobe stepped into the hallway, following her to her flat, then dropped his duffle bag by the door and shook his head. “You’re going out dressed like that, and you don’t expect me to put someone in hospital if they look at you wrong?” His eyes lingered on the bubble skirt that inched dangerously high as she shifted her weight.

Justine capped her lip gloss and shot him a sideways glance. “Relax, big guy,” she said, rubbing her lips together. “It’s Halloween. People are supposed to look.”

Jobe groaned, running a hand over his face. “Yeah, well, they’re gonna be looking a little too much.”

“Aw, are you worried?” she teased, stepping closer, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

“Sure,” he replied, his voice dry. “Until you need me to pull someone off of you when you’ve accidentally made them fall in love.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile never wavered. “Come on, you big softie,” she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him further into the flat. “Let me finish getting ready, and then we’ll head to the party.”

Jobe followed her, trying and failing to keep his gaze anywhere but on her costume. It was going to be a long night, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready for it—or for whatever trouble Justine’s Strawberry Shortcake outfit would cause. But one thing was certain: he’d do anything to keep her smiling, even if that meant stomping someone at the party.

Jobe and Justine stepped out of her building and into the cool autumn night, the air alive with anticipation. Halloween parties always had a certain thrill, especially in a city like Leeds. As they walked, Justine’s bubble skirt swished with every step, drawing the eyes of some guys they passed. Jobe couldn’t help but glare at them, the protective instinct in him flaring up. He might have promised not to stomp anyone tonight, but that didn’t mean he had to like the attention she was getting.

Justine noticed his irritation and nudged him playfully. “You’re making it look like we’re more than what we are,” she said, her voice teasing.

Jobe shot her a sidelong look. “Can’t help it,” he muttered. “It’s the bubble skirt’s fault.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “Anyway,” she said, changing the subject, “how’s it been? We haven’t seen each other in a bit. Student teaching is killing me slowly, but you?”

Jobe’s expression softened. “Yeah, it’s been a lot, hasn’t it? Football’s intense, but it’s been good to have a free day like today—and a bit of the weekend—to chill with you. Missed you, Jus.”

Justine’s eyes softened, a small smile playing on her lips. “Aw,” she said, bumping her shoulder into his. “So…where’s your costume?”

Jobe grinned and reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a simple, worn Ghostface mask. He held it up for her to see, and Justine stared at it for a beat before making a face. “Really, Jobe?” she groaned. “Ghostface? At least be Michael Myers or something.”

“Nah, too complicated,” he replied, sliding the mask back into his pocket. “Besides, Ghostface is easy. Throw on the mask, done. Scaring you is the only part that matters.”

Justine shook her head, amused. “Your creativity is off the charts, truly.”

They finally reached the venue, a brick building that pulsed with the bass of a popular Drake song. The party was already in full swing, and a few costumed partygoers lingered outside, smoking cigarettes and laughing. Justine waved to some of them, and Jobe was about to follow her inside when she stopped to hug a dreadhead Black guy dressed as Bob Marley.

Jobe’s stomach twisted uncomfortably as he watched. The guy’s eyes lingered a bit too long on Justine’s exposed chest, and it made Jobe’s blood simmer. “Hey Jus,” the guy said, his voice warm. “You look so fuckin’ good.”

Justine’s smile was bright. “Thanks, Keyon. You look good too. I love Bob Marley,” she replied.

Keyon’s grin widened. “I know you do.”

Jobe had had enough. He cleared his throat loudly, and Justine glanced back at him, eyes narrowing slightly at the interruption. “This is, uh… my mate from home, Jobe. Jobe, this is my schoolmate Keyon,” she introduced, her voice light but the tension in her gaze palpable.

Keyon’s eyes widened, recognition dawning. “The great Jobe Bellingham is in Leeds? Wow, that’s crazy. Can I get a selfie, my man?” Keyon asked, holding up his phone.

Jobe’s jaw clenched. “No,” he said flatly.

Keyon’s smile faltered, and confusion etched onto his face. Justine stepped in, giving Keyon a small, apologetic smile. “He’s just chilling, Key,” she explained. “Perhaps another time for selfies?”

Keyon nodded, still looking a bit taken aback. “Yeah, sounds cool,” he said, then offered Jobe a polite nod. “Nice seeing ya, mate.”

Jobe responded with a tight “Mmhmm,” and Justine rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. The music engulfed them, and the party atmosphere swallowed them whole. The room was strung with fake cobwebs and orange fairy lights, red Solo cups littering every surface. People in all kinds of costumes danced and mingled, some gathered around tables set up with Halloween-themed snacks and a punch bowl that glowed an eerie green.

Once they were away from Keyon, Justine let go of Jobe’s hand and spun around to face him, her eyes narrowing. “What the hell was that?” she demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

Jobe frowned. “What was what?”

“Your attitude toward Keyon,” she said, exasperated. “He’s my mate, Jobe. You didn’t have to be so rude.”

Jobe ran a hand through his hair, frustration simmering. “I didn’t like how he was touching you,” he admitted. “Or the way he was looking at you.”

Justine sighed, exasperated. “Jobe, we’re just fucking. You don’t need to get all protective. Keyon is just a mate, nothing more.”

Jobe gave her a skeptical look. “Bullshit,” his eyes seemed to say, and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine, whatever,” she muttered, clearly not in the mood to argue. The tension hung between them for a moment before the party atmosphere forced them to let it go.

The room was crowded, bodies pressed together as hip-hop music thumped through the speakers. The air smelled of spilled beer and sweet, sugary treats, and a group of people was playing some kind of drinking game in the corner.

“Want a drink?” Justine asked over the music, her lips quirked in a challenging smile.

Jobe nodded, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. He watched as she wove her way through the crowd, mingling effortlessly, flashing smiles and exchanging greetings. His eyes never left her, and his stomach twisted with something he didn’t want to name. Jealousy, maybe, or something deeper, something he couldn’t admit even to himself.

Whatever it was, it had him feeling protective, possessive even. He exhaled, trying to shake it off. This was supposed to be a fun night. He’d come all the way from Sunderland for her, and he was determined to enjoy it.

Justine returned with two red Solo cups, a mischievous smile on her lips as she handed one to Jobe. “Here you go,” she said, raising her own in a mock toast. “To spontaneous Halloween adventures.”

Jobe clinked his cup against hers, a smile tugging at his lips. “Cheers to that,” he said, taking a sip. The drink burned slightly on the way down—cheap vodka mixed with some kind of neon fruit punch—but he didn’t care. The buzz was starting to settle in, and the energy of the party was infectious.

They moved into the crowd, the bass of the music pulsing through the floor and up into their bones. Justine led the way, her Strawberry Shortcake costume catching the colored lights from above. Jobe couldn’t help but smile as she turned to face him, her eyes sparkling. “Dance with me,” she demanded, grabbing his free hand.

Jobe set his cup on a nearby table, already feeling lighter and looser, and pulled her close. They started moving together to the rhythm of a Travis Scott song, the beat guiding their movements. Justine’s hips swayed in perfect time with the music, and Jobe couldn’t keep his hands from finding her waist, holding her close as they danced. Her bubble skirt rode up slightly, but she didn’t seem to care.

Justine laughed, the sound bright and carefree, and Jobe found himself laughing with her, caught up in the moment. She spun around and pressed her back against his chest, winding her body to the music, and he couldn’t help but smirk. The energy between them was electric, something simmering just beneath the surface, a push and pull he never fully understood but couldn’t resist.

From the corner of his eye, a figure caught his attention. Jobe glanced over and saw Keyon standing by the wall, holding his drink and watching them. Keyon’s gaze was focused on Justine, his expression unreadable but clearly interested. Something about the way Keyon’s eyes lingered made Jobe’s jaw tighten.

Justine whined onto Jobe, her body grinding against his in time with the beat, and a faint smirk played at his lips. He slid his hands lower on her waist, his grip tightening as if staking a claim. When he glanced back at Keyon, the guy sucked his teeth in annoyance, then turned and left his spot in the corner, disappearing into the crowd.

Jobe’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of irritation. He knew he’d have to keep an eye on Keyon. There was something about the way the guy looked at Justine that rubbed him the wrong way. The idea of Keyon trying to make a move on her made Jobe’s blood simmer, and that protectiveness he felt earlier roared back to life.

But as he looked down at Justine, still dancing and laughing, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of confusion. Why did he care so much? They were just friends with benefits, nothing more. He was supposed to be okay with that, supposed to be casual about everything. But here he was, feeling territorial and defensive, his emotions starting to get muddled in a way he didn’t like.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This wasn’t the time to unpack whatever he was feeling. Right now, Justine was here, with him, and that was what mattered. Even if his heart was starting to wonder if he wanted more.

The night felt electrifying, the energy of the party coursing through Jobe’s veins. He and Justine danced under the strobing lights, laughing and getting lost in the music. Their movements grew more carefree with every song, and when someone passed around a tray of Jell-O shots, Justine grabbed a couple, offering one to Jobe.

“Bottoms up,” she giggled, her cheeks already flushed. She tossed back the shot, and Jobe followed suit, wincing at the artificial sweetness and the sting of the alcohol. Justine was tipsy, her laughter coming more freely, and she pulled him through the crowd, weaving between clusters of people until she found some of her friends from her teaching program.

“Guys, this is Jobe,” she introduced him with a wide smile, her words slightly slurred. “He’s from home. Like, you know… Birmingham. And a footballer. But don’t make it a big deal.”

Her friends exchanged pleasantries with Jobe, some a little more starstruck than others, but one of the girls brought up something that caught his attention. “Hey, Jus, are you still thinking about that grad school in the States?” the friend asked. “The one in Boston?”

Jobe’s eyes widened, his head snapping toward Justine. “Grad school in the U.S.?” he echoed, trying to hide the shock that must’ve been obvious on his face.

Justine waved off her friend’s comment with a lazy hand. “It’s not set in stone,” she said breezily. “I’ll see what kind of job I can get first, you know? Maybe at a good private school. It’s just… options.”

Jobe tried to push down the unsettling feeling in his gut, but it lingered as they left the party around 1 AM. The streets of Leeds were quieter now, a chill settling into the air as they walked back to Justine’s building. The conversation replayed in his mind, and he finally had to ask. “So… what was that about? The whole grad school in the U.S. thing?”

Justine shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself to fight off the cold. “It’s just something I’ve been considering,” she said nonchalantly. “But it’s not a big deal. Don’t tell me you’d miss me or something, Jobe.”

He rolled his eyes, feigning indifference. “Miss you? Nah, only a little bit,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm as his arms wrapped around her body to warm her up.

She laughed, and they reached her building. Justine unlocked it and led him inside, where the warm air was a welcome relief. Once the door to her flat was closed, she began to undo the straps of her costume, her movements a little clumsy from the alcohol. “Help me with this,” she said, turning her back to him and gesturing to the corset that was laced tightly.

Jobe stepped closer, his fingers working to untie the laces. The corset loosened, and Justine turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. “Honestly, grad school in the States is like… Plan D,” she said softly. “A lot of dominoes have to fall for that to even happen.”

He couldn’t help the twinge of sadness that flickered across his face. The thought of her being so far away felt wrong, but he just nodded. Justine reached up, her fingers grazing his cheek. The tender touch sent a shiver through him, and she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.

He immediately kissed her back, the connection between them deepening. His hands found their way to her ass, kneading her curves as their lips moved together. Justine pulled away slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Put on the Ghostface mask,” she whispered.

Jobe’s lips curved into a grin, catching her meaning and the way her eyes had darkened with lust. “You’re a lil’ freak, ya know that?” he teased, but he pulled the mask out of his pocket anyway, slipping it over his head.

Justine giggled. “Wanna reenact Scary Movie?” she asked playfully.

“Fuck yeah,” Jobe replied, his voice muffled through the mask. He let out a fake growl, and Justine shrieked in mock terror, taking off toward her bedroom. He chased after her, adrenaline and desire thrumming through him, as the door closed behind them for a night of “fun activities.”

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tripling the fun - jude and jobe bellingham

part 2 -> part 1 here

prompt: jude fulfills everyone’s dreams.

jude x fem!reader.

jobe & reader platonic soulmates

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, arguments (happy ending), jealous jude, all characters are fictional (except jude, jobe, and their parents)

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salt air, and the rust on your door.

flower in your hair, feet in the sand, salty air entering through your nose.

joining the annual vacation with the bellingham family and your sweet parents, life felt as ease.

at least, for you.

jude was rapidly tapping his feet on the wood bedroom floor. hands in his hair, anxiety filling up his thoughts. jobe was seriously getting concerned.

“mate, you have two days. everything is gonna be okay.” sitting next to him on the bed, jobe put his hand on jude’s shoulder to get his nerves to calm down.

“i’m overthinking it now. what if she says no? what if she only sees me as a brother? am i being delusional?” he could feel his heart racing, and it wasn’t even the day.

jude was planning to ask you out. he felt like no other person who wasn't blood related to him could understand him, deeper and personally better than you. noticing over the past few years, he noticed his rising feelings for you. getting overexcited by the mention of you two hanging out. his cheeks heat up as the thought of you popping into his head. his resistance of trying not to pull you into a deep hug.

jobe, trying to comfort him to the best of his ability, was getting concerned. “jude, you seriously need to calm down. y/n is one of my favorite people in the entire world. have you ever seen her talk to anyone else? i mean seriously, her whole life involves us.”

“you’re not helping,” jude stands up from the bed, heading his way outside for a bit of fresh air. “i need a breather.”

walking across the sand to gather his thoughts, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

admiring how your hair flowed in the air, perfectly shaped and painted nails coming into contact with the golden sand. your lashes slowly moving up and down as you blinked. he couldn’t grasp the idea of losing you.

“hey jude, what’s going on?” almost standing up, he quickly sat down beside you. “is anyone asking for me?”

shaking his head, “nah, everything is fine. i just needed to take a walk.”

noticing his body language, and how his eyebrows moved when he talked, something was wrong. “you seem tense. is there anything you wanna talk about? what’s on your mind?” you scooted closer to him, touching shoulders.

jude cleared his throat, a lump forming. “there’s nothing wrong. i just wanted to see the sunset. beautiful waves isn’t it?”

“definitely. i wish i could spend all day here.” resting your head on his shoulder, he began to control his breathing and heart rate. struggling to make a next move, he moved his arm to push you closer by your shoulder.

little did you know, your mother and denise were standing from the balcony, watching you two embrace each other’s comfort.

jobe holding his youngest nephew, who was pointing at the future couple, seeing what the future could bring.

----------the next morning--------------

"hey little one." jude picked up his niece and spun around.

"i found your stash of flowers. they look really pretty. are they for me?" catching a small glimpse of the gap of her teeth, jude couldn't help but laugh at the question.

"i would like to say yes, but they're for a really special girl. are you ready to go swim at the beach?"

a frown formed on her lips, "yeah, i guess so. i can't wait to build a giant sand castle that i can live there forever." she threw her arms up high in excitement.

"i don't know about forever, but i'm sure it's gonna be great."

a knock was heard on the door. the air felt colder as tension fell.

"hey jude, we're about to go." you gave him a warm smile, as he stood there in silence. he put the princess down as he went to go sat down on his bed.

he picked up his phone, texting jobe,

i'll be at the beach later, got to get my things together.

he took a deep breath. and for the next 30 minutes, he was trying to form the perfect plan. going out to the balcony to look for a special spot to set up a dinner. noticing splashes that seem far more intense.

getting a better view, he noticed you and jobe. jobe was hugging you from behind and throwing you into the waves. shared laughter echoing throughout the beach. he couldn't lie, the inside of the palm of his hands were sweating and getting white from the grip of the wood. he didn't wanna admit he was getting jealous of his own brother, but the timing was nowhere near perfect for things like this to happen. he has seen moments like this between you two, but it felt different. his head began pounding. he grabbed his towel and ran out to hopefully score a remarkable moment with you

smiles appeared on everyone's faces as he walked through the burning hot sand.

"jude, you're here!" you yelled as sounds of waves crashing and seagulls talking. he waved at you while he gave his mom his belongings for safe keeping.

joining you and jobe in the water, he felt off. in his imagination, jude felt like a mood-killer. the laughter died down, the sun no longer reflected off your skin. he felt like he caused something wrong.

clearing the air, jobe did little small splashes throughout the trio. jude stared at the smile that was on your face after jobe's actions. he felt anger race through his blood. impulsive thinking, he pushed the water right into jobe's face. jobe dodging the salt water in his eyes, he was confused on jude's sudden gesture. you ignored what just happened, because siblings can be siblings.

actions speaking more than words, jude became more aggressive. walking more towards to shore for safety, jude wasn't just playing around. he gave a jude a small but rough push to jobe, making him slip and fall into the water.

"jude, what the fuck." his eyebrows narrowed watching you trying to help jobe to his balance. you weren't sure what was going on, but awkwardness was following all three of you.

jobe cleared his throat, "do you know what we're having for dinner?"

"i think our dads are grilling tonight." jobe nodded as you played with the salt water. without any explanation, jude walked back to get the towel from his mom, and walked back to the house. jobe and you made eye contact in confusion, but just brushed it off.

walking to the shore, the three little children were playing with the sand. classic sand castle with wet sand circling it. picking up the baby boy, giving him a small kiss on his forehead, you could really see jude’s face written all over him.

“y/n, you should sit. the sand is cool under the umbrella.” jobe patted a spot next to him under the shade. sitting the baby down on your lap and hugging his tiny body, he pointed at the sand in jobe’s bucket.

“are you going to help build our castle?” the little princess with her pink hat was desperately trying to scoop a decent amount of sand in her flimsy shovel. jobe nodded his head, but we all know he loses the sand castle contest every year.

“y/n, guess what.” the girl said with a bright smile.

“what?” you smiled back, but more in confusion.

“jude has flowers in his room. i asked if they were for me, he said no. he said it was for someone special though.”

your lips made a small gap. you were shocked at the fact. jobe held in his breath. he was looking back and forth in panic.

“did you know jude was talking to someone, jobe?” he looked at you with slightly wider eyes.

frantically shaking his head, “no, of course not.” he looked at his mom for some help.

“did you know?” you asked denise.

she shrugged it off with a “no darling.” as she was playing it off. you were playing with the baby’s soft curls as your mind wandered off.

—————————

“hey jude, how are you?” walking into his room and sitting down on the desk chair as he sat on the bed, scrolling through social media.

with an unexpected surprise, jude sat up. “i’m doing fine, how are you? you look like you got a nice tan.”

a slight giggle coming out, “yeah, it’s pretty nice. i just wanted to ask you about something.”

“about?”

“our lovely niece told me you bought flowers for someone,” jude instantly looked at you in your eyes. has his secret been busted? “i was just wondering who they were for. usually when you start talking to someone, jobe and i know.”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i bought them just because.”

“just because? you can’t be serious. have you met someone at the beach?” you got up from the chair and sat next to his legs on the edge of the bed.

“seriously y/n. they’re not for anyone. it wouldn’t be any of your business anyway.”

“excuse me?”

“why are you always in my business? i feel like you and jobe are spying on everything i do. and you try to get me to speak about everything. just leave me alone.”

“what the hell are you on about? we’ve never invaded your privacy. if you felt this way, you could’ve said something a long time ago.”

standing up in anger, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. everyone told everyone updates on their life, this wasn’t a secret tradition. surprisingly, jude would be the one sharing most of his life updates.

“you know what, you always take jobe’s side too. i feel left out every time. when i come around, you and him stop laughing and it gets all silent. i feel like i’m the bad guy.”

“jude, you’ve been acting fucking mental lately. i don’t know why you’re being like this, but you need to fix it. i asked a simple question, not a whole lecture from you.”

tears formed in your eyes as you went to leave the room.

“yeah, go run to jobe like you always do.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door with a loud bam following it.

jobe was waiting outside the door, hearing everything. breaking down in his arms, you thought this vacation would be different.

----------the next morning--------------

the smell of syrup, eggs, and other breakfast goodies was lurking around the beach house.

not a word from jude after the argument. it wasn’t any surprise that everyone in the place heard what was happening. mark, jude and jobe’s dad, made sure to cook butterfly pancakes to try and cheer you up. something he loved doing for you since you were a child.

sitting down with a plate of eggs and toast, he placed the pancake in front of you with a little whipped cream in the middle. giving you a gentle pat on the back, you thanked him quietly. jobe sat down next to you, not wasting a chance to dig in.

all of a sudden, the hairs on your arms rose due to the coldness. awkwardness cooling down the food as jude walked into the room. jobe cleared his throat as he glanced at you before looking down. you continued to try and eat, even though he made you lose your appetite.

“morning.” jude said to his mom as he gave her a little peck on her forehead.

quick change of events as jude sat on the other side of you. it was normal of course, jude, you, and jobe. it was just unexpected that he pretended nothing happened.

everyone ate in awkward silence. except jude, humming and dancing as he ate. his mom looked at him in concern.

“what?” he questioned her, as she quickly shook her head no. “being awfully quiet this morning, what did i miss?” everyone looked at him in confusion.

“nothing, just eat.”

he threw his arms up, “hey, i’m not making this awkward. you guys are.” he got up and started washing his plate and fork.

he was right, we were the ones being awkward. it didn’t change the fact that you didn’t get an apology though. finishing up your breakfast, you forced yourself to approach him with your dirty dishes. putting it into the sink, you stood behind him, waiting for him to be done.

he slightly whispered to you, “it’s fine, i got it.” you nodded at him while you went to the balcony for a summer breeze. soon, your mother and denise joined you.

after a few hours of talking, you got a text from jude. reading,

hey, can we talk later? meet me at the beach in 2 hours.

you tried not to question it. yet, the thought lingered. jude always apologizes straight away after an argument. what made it different now? giving the message a thumbs up, you continued talking with the ladies.

“hey y/n, did jude text you?” denise asked you.

“yeah, he did. he told me to meet him in 2 hours at the beach, but that was about an hour ago.”

“oh honey, you should probably change then.” your mom chimed in.

“what’s wrong with what i’m wearing?”

“wearing pajama pants in hot sand is not very fabulous.” the two moms laughed as they rushed to put something together in your room.

after playing dress up through your suitcase, it was finally time to go. the sun was starting to set, the orange hitting the water perfectly. walking down the creaking wooden stairs, you weren’t sure to expect.

looking to your right, you hands flew on your mouth. a table surrounded with roses, forming a heart shape, was lit with a candle. standing there at the table was jude, with a bouquet of flowers. he looked very nervous.

walking up to him, you really admired the detail. you both started laughing at the sudden seriousness in the friendship.

“are you kidding me? this is surreal.” you hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.

“do you forgive me? is this too much? i didn’t know if the flowers were too much. i also didn’t know if you wanted sand in between your toes as you ate. i mean, i could literally get on my knees and beg for forgiveness. please, forgive me.” cutting him off, you placed a finger on his lips.

“of course i do. i could never stay mad at my best friend.”

“uh. ouch. i was actually going to ask you something. y/n, would you be my girlfriend.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ shaped. he started tapping his feet in stress.

“i don’t see why i shouldn’t be.” dropping the flowers quickly on the seat, he hugged you.

in history of hugs throughout your friendship, this one was the best one. it marked a new beginning.

a new beginning of love.

-

to one of my lovely supporters - @judesthighveins

[judes-hoe]

Okay so everyone seen the Jobe video where he’s getting scared and stuff

Please tell me that at certain parts he sounds like Jude😭😭😭 cause I swear I hear Jude even tho it’s Jobe

[planetpedri]

Hi sorry if I’m insisting but are we getting anything for Jobe soon?

Kingston — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Starting a new relationship came with it’s perks, and your boyfriend seemed to love learning everything about you.

Word count: 587

Disclaimer/s: this is purely fluff!

A/N: i have sm req’s piling up, sorry if i don’t see them all xxx i’m trying to get around to them more though!

Sitting across the wooden table from Jobe, you fiddled with the plastic coffee cup in your hand. You were nervous, he always made you nervous. Especially when he looked at you in the way he did.

His lips curling at the sides, showcasing the dimple you loved so much. The way his blinking came in short intervals and fluttered quickly, like he would miss something if he kept them closed for too long. The corners of his eyes crinkling when you said something that made him laugh, oh God you couldn’t even think about his laugh or you’d go nuts.

Jobe was a listener through and through, he always urged you to speak more, to tell him things you enjoyed, the things you were passionate about.

That’s what he was doing right now. He’d asked you about your favorite animal, to which your face had brightened at.

That expression was why he asked these questions. You talking about something you were passionate about seemed to bring out an expression he rarely got to see.

You’d stopped speaking suddenly, though. Confusing the boy. “Is something wrong?” He asks, eyebrows pinching together in concern.

“I’ve been speaking this whole time.” You point out, “it’s not fair.”

Jobe chuckles at this, his head dipping down before he looks back to you. “No, no, I want to hear you talk.” He explains, “I want to know these things.”

Oh, that got you.

Your dace flushes a crimson red, “that’s sweet, Jobe. But, it’s not fair because I want to know these things about you.” Bringing the cup to your lips, you take a quick drink and motion for him to speak. “Tell me about something you like, other than football.” You finish after swallowing.

Jobe’s eye’s widen dramatically, “me? Love something that isn’t football?” He feigns offense, hand clasping over his heart.

Laughter bubbles in your chest as you roll your eyes. “I’m being serious! Okay, if you were able to be anywhere right now, where would you go?”

“Why would I want to be anywhere else right now? I’m with you.” The corners of his lips twists into a small smirk. He was being oh so cheesy, and it made your knee’s weak.

Your head lulls to the side, a groan escaping your lips. “Oh my lord. I’m trying to get to know you, Jobe!”

Leaning back in his seat, the brunette crosses his arms, eyes flickering across your face. “What?! I’m being serious!”

“You’re insufferable.” You point at him accusatorially. “I’m not answering another question until you give me a serious response.”

Jobe huffs, “okay. If I could be anywhere, and it wasn’t with you,” he adds, just to tease you, “i’d probably be in Madrid, with my mum and Jude.”

“Aww, Jobe Bellingham, are you a momma’s boy?” You ask, humor evident in your tone, teasing him right back.

He gasps, “is it so wrong to miss my mum?” Jobe clutches his hoodie, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll be sure to let her know you’re making fun of me for loving her.”

“Wha—hey! Do not go telling the poor woman such things.” You lean forward, propping your head into your palms. “So, let’s go question for question, okay? You ask me one thing, I ask you something after I answer. That way, it’s fair for both of us.”

Jobe leans forward, mirroring your movement. He grins widely, “Okay, but i’m going first.” He insists, leaving you with a small smile pulling at your lips.

“Go ahead.”

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[moviestarmartini]

goal scoring: it’s a family thing 💫

[formulalfc]

waking up and feeling jobe pressed against you so you start rubbing against him and he starts whimpering in his sleep and so you wake him up with head and it just turns into sloppy sex😩😩😩

why does literally no one write for jobe omg

you wake up early on your day off out of habit, rubbing your eyes as you come too, your boyfriend huffing in his sleep as you move and he instinctively pulls you back into him. as he presses you against him you can feel him hard against your ass, and you can't help but wiggle on him. your eyes rolling back into your head when you hear him whimper in your ear, your body feeling hot at the sound of him. you can't help but gently move out of his arms and slowly move his boxers down his legs, mouth watering at the sight of his cock. you shuffle down the bed so you're in a good position before lowering your mouth onto his cock. you're slow and gentle with it, licking at his tip and fondling his balls. it doesn't take long for him to wake up, looking down at you and moaning at the sight of you with his cock in your mouth. he pulls you up and lies you down, pressing his lips to yours as he settles himself in between your legs and presses his cock into you. it's slow and sweet and you're both just enjoying being with each other, sweet nothings whispered between you as you both finish simultaneously.

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[kylianwifey]

Awww not so little 😭😭