#Vini jr

[floatiesmx]

speaking about being respectful but calling jude ‘the other one’ he’s so weird

[forzarma]

jude bellingham x fem!reader

You spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, baking Jude's favorite cookies. You carefully measured each ingredient, adding extra chocolate chips just the way he liked it.

But when Jude came home from training, he was in a bad mood. His face looked upset, and he seemed really unhappy.

"Hey, babe, I made you some cookies," you said, trying to sound cheerful even though you felt a little worried.

He barely looked at you, his eyes focused somewhere far away. "Can't you see I'm tired?" he snapped, his voice sounding sharp and angry.

You felt your heart sink as his words hit you hard. You had only wanted to make him happy, but now he was mad at you.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling small and sad. "I didn't mean to bother you."

You went back to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his feelings. The house felt quiet and empty without his usual laughter and jokes.

For the next two days, you hardly spoke to each other. The silence between you felt heavy, filled with apologies you couldn't say and hurt you couldn't express.

You didn't understand why he had been so mean to you. Had you done something wrong? Was he angry with you for some reason?

You kept thinking about it, but you were too scared to ask. You didn't want to make things worse.

As the days went by, you felt yourself pulling away from him, putting up walls to protect yourself from getting hurt again.

But even though you were mad at him, you still missed him. You missed his smile, his laugh, his warmth.

Finally, unable to stay angry any longer, Jude came to find you. He saw you sitting in the kitchen, staring sadly at the half-empty cookie jar.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and full of regret.

You looked up, surprised to see tears in his eyes. You could tell he felt really bad about what he had done.

"I was wrong to be mean to you," he said, his voice shaky. "You didn't deserve that."

You wanted to stay mad at him, but when he reached out to hold your hand, you couldn't help but forgive him.

"I forgive you," you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you tight like he never wanted to let go. You closed your eyes and let yourself be comforted by his presence.

In that moment, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always be there for eachother.

[mentalbaddiex]

they calling him vinis lawyer now😭😭

[monjude]

The safest place on earth is in Jude's arms 🤍

[anxiouspepper28]

🖕 to everyone who tried to pit them agaist one another...

¡Hala Madrid y nada más!

[sccpmccabe]

Vini Jr. lost the Ballon d'Or to Rodri because of "values", this is the news that is circulating on all sports channels in the world hours before this award ceremony.

Rodri, the guy who wasn't considered the best player on his team last season, wasn't even part of the team of the best players in the competitions he played in. He wasn't the best player in Spain, much less in the Euros, having been ranked eighth until five months ago. This is the best player in the world for the judges.

In the end, the Europeans will never get tired of robbing us, that's quite clear.

[pedrithink]

jude with vini’s brother + jobe smiling <3

[eccentricallygothic]

real madrid is not real madriding the way real madrid is supposed to real madrid

[gritocontido]

[f1andfooty]

Me making vini his own ballon d’or since the awards are a joke now

[featguler]

does he know !? ────── vinícius is jealous. plain and simple.

♡ ────── pairing : vinícius júnior x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. vini is jealous. jude and rodrygo mentioned. ♡ ────── wordcount : 419 ♡ ────── notes : pretty proud of how short i kept this :^) debut fic on featguler, yay!! please send in req's if you want ♡

Just as you finish giving directions to the nearest bathroom to some poor guy who looks like he had 6 seconds to experience some kind of release, a group of rollicking sound begins to make its way to where you were standing.

“Vinícius.”

Crowds cheering fade into nothing, the light migraine you’ve been experiencing disappears, and Vinícius Júnior, the moment you saw his face, grins as he jogs ahead his teammates after another satisfying—yet never satisfied! As he would always say—win.

“I saw you from the field,” he places his forehead against yours as soon as he is close enough to do so, giving you a small peck on your cheek.

He intertwines his fingers with yours as the rest walk past you, some who were closer to you greeting you, to whom you happily shout back a greeting.

Vinícius, as he traces his thumb on your chin, frowns before digging his nose deep into the skin of your neck to inhale your scent, as if that was going to somehow pull you closer to him. “Who was that guy?”

You furrow your eyebrows, gently feeling the strained skin under your palm as you wrap an arm around his neck. “That guy?” You repeat with a soft laugh, looking back at his teammates. “Jude? Rodrygo?”

“No. Just now, the one you were talking to.”

Hearing his little confession, you place a hand against your mouth to prevent the loud laugh from leaking out from your lips.

“I don’t like him,” he whines in an almost inaudible whisper. “Does he not know we’re together?”

“Come on,” you coo, pulling the flesh of his cheek, “They’re football fans. They don’t have to know we’re together. They don’t even have to know who I am.”

“Right,” you feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck. “I don’t like him,” he says again.

“You don’t like any guy that comes within five metres of me.”

“I don’t have to like them,” Vinícius retorts with a roll of his eyes, releasing the deathgrip he has on you, only to lay his head in front of your shoulders after a second of examining the expression on your face. “Everyone’s just trying to steal you away from me.”

You hum, still keeping your fingers on his face. “You’re lucky that I won’t walk away.”

“Hmm,” he tugs on your hand, beckoning you to begin walking with him. “Unless you want to.”

“True,” you walk with him, matching the rhythm of his steps. “And I don’t want to.”

[moviestarmartini]

who’s doing it like us?🤭

[mentalbaddiex]

whole fucking gang pulled up 😭

[monjude]

They don’t know another dance move 😂

[kvaradonaa]

Gavi what is this

[rmadridcore]

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.