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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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What makes me feral about this entire interaction is how freaking random it is... The fact that out of nowhere and absolutely for no reason I can fathom Jude decided to pull Gavi close and then grip his neck is so hilarious lmaooo.. and then Pablito decided to reciprocate Bellingham's impeccable sportsmanship by smacking his ass like his very life depended on it, send help 😭😭... All of it is deliciously random and I sure as hell ain't complaining. 👩🏾‍🦯
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takoyakiprincessdrake · 26 days ago
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maby these pics are really blurry,but still means something.
The first picture I named it as “夫妻对拜”,and this is a key part of traditional Chinese wedding,that means a bride and groom standing there and bow to each other,that’s the part of vow.
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fencergirl13 · 6 months ago
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looking for a beta reader!!
hey everybody, i’m currently writing my very first fanfic and i would love to receive some feedback!
fandom: football rpf
pairing: jude bellingham/pablo gavi
tropes: fake dating, enemies/rivals to lovers
tw: homophobia, homophobic language, angst, mentions of injury (maybe i’ll add others as i write more)
rating: mature (? idk tho, no smut chapters yet)
i’ve currently written around 60k words, but i’m planning to make it a slow burn longfic! i’m not a native english speaker, so i might need some help with grammar as well.
please send me a message if you’re interested!
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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Alright you guys can pick any of these and I'll write a BelliGavi drabble 💃🏾🤧
falling in love prompts +
feel free to use :)
“i genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i’m going a little crazy.”
the little laugh or smile a character a does in utter disbelief because character b is just so endearing and sigh
one character going “so this is really awkward cause i know i told you i wasn’t looking for love but then i kinda fell in love and i would love it if you’d take me”
“can i love you?”
“i just… adore you.”
character a noticing character b is sleepy while driving and being like “hey i can take over for you”
the classic “no i’m not in love with character a, yes thinking about hurting them makes me want to throw myself into ongoing traffic, no it doesn’t make sense to me either”
their love interest fell asleep and your main character has a blanket so they give it to them
confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping
they kiss for the first time and one character just steps back and is like “um ok. yeah that’s not a normal kiss i def love u”
character not being able to even fathom or come close to understanding how someone can dislike such a beautiful ray of sunshine and oh yeah ok…. they’re def in love
characters who’ve been married for years falling in love all over again
exes to lovers
“i think i love you…?” “….. think?” “let’s just say a ninety-nine percent chance.” “i’ll take it.”
that moment where your character just… looks. just looks at their love interest for more than five seconds and doesn’t understand why or how this earth can exist and the sun and moon exist and the sky can be an eternal source of happiness and yet this person right here can bring so much more warmth and comfort to them with just a single glance
note confessions because yes written confessions in letters are superior
“i got you a gift. i hope you like it.” and character who receives the gift tries not to mention that any gift would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from them
“do you… love me, by any chance?” “yeah, why?” “well, i’m sorry, i was just— WAIT WHAT—”
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judeswhore · 10 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/maisonbelligavi/740778382614265856/belligavi-headcanon-incoming-the-concept-of
What have i just read😮😮
need my eyes bleaching
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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It's shushing him one minute and then the next????
Also, what was their bloody language of communication???
I just -😭😭😭... Yeah👩🏾‍🦯
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maisonbelligavi · 1 month ago
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PRAYING AND HOPING FOR THIS WITH EVERY BONE IN MY BODY!!!
we are gonna see jude AND gavi next saturday
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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Bellingham is mad exhausted
BelliGavi Fic Drabble
Summary: Jude is physically exhausted, mentally drained and his shoulder hurts like a bitch.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Gavi being the bestest boyfriend in the world, Jude being his spoilt big baby
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Gavi has always been of the opinion that his boyfriend’s apartment was lifeless in a way that contradicted his personality. Jude was as warm as the sun, having him in your life automatically brightened it, and your world was painted with nothing but the most vivid of colors.
His luxurious apartment located in the heart of Madrid reflected none of Jude’s best qualities, as far as Gavi was concerned. It was as modern as they come, minimalist, and decorated with boring as-heck monochrome colors. Gavi hadn’t honest to God known there were this many shades of gray, but he’s learned alright.
Suffice it to say, he had a love/hate relationship with the apartment. By virtue of it being the place where Jude lived, it has become a safe space. As much as the charcoal gray couch irritated him, it also happened to be the piece of furniture where he and Jude would settle in for hours, either making out, playing games or just cuddling after their respective grueling schedules.
As much as he held the opinion that the kitchen was depressingly morose, he and his obnoxious boyfriend were always in it, trying to figure out complex recipes they had no business attempting to cook in the first place. There were days they ended up with somewhat edible dishes, other times, their only viable option would be to order in.
As he used his key card and let himself in at the present moment, his gaze darted everywhere as it always did when he stepped into the living room, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. Within seconds, the place was already redecorated in his head. It was a game he liked to play that always took away his irritation.
He registered how quiet the place was as he proceeded to Jude’s bedroom. He hadn’t exactly told his boyfriend he was coming over. It was meant to be a surprise as Jude had informed him yesterday that he had a couple of free days. Also, he’d clocked how exhausted the older boy sounded and Gavi knew he had to come over and check on him.
Jude hadn’t necessarily complained, but then he rarely did. Getting him to actually open up about his physical or mental state over a phone call was next to impossible. But then the second he set eyes on Gavi; it became a completely different case. He clung to him, whined about every little thing like the big baby he was.
So, it came as no surprise to Gavi when he walked into the unnecessarily large master bedroom and found Jude buried under his pristinely white bed covers. He was lying on his stomach, one side of his face resting on a fluffed-up pillow. His iPad lay beside him, some song Gavi wasn’t familiar with playing on YouTube.
Jude seemed to pay it no mind though, his gaze was vacant, fixated on his closet which was at the far opposite end of the room. The expression on his face was stony, and Gavi had to bite back a grin as he knelt on the side of the bed, one hand coming to rest on the back of his boyfriend’s head, playing with the short hair. He didn’t know what it was about an aggressively sulking Bellingham that endeared him to the older boy.
Gavi continued to stare at his boyfriend from his kneeling position, softly playing with his hair.
Meanwhile, Jude refused to spare him a glance, still finding his closet a lot more interesting subject to stare at.
Gavi realized that he was dealing with a code-red situation. Yeah, Bellingham was in full-blown brat mode alright.
“Baby,” Gavi called out softly, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Baby, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Jude responded by making a sound that seemed to be a bridge between a growl and a rumble.
“Baby, I’m afraid I don’t speak caveman,” Gavi said, biting back a wayward laugh. “Let’s try again, yeah? But with actual words this time.”
“Mad,” Jude grunted.
“Why are you mad?” Gavi’s hand traveled lower and his fingers circled the back of Jude’s neck, squeezing lightly, causing Jude’s eyes to slip shut momentarily.
“Mad exhausted,” Jude said through gritted teeth, his speech still very much garbled.
“Wait, are you super exhausted or are you mad because you’re exhausted?”
“Both.”
Gavi couldn’t hold it in any longer. He began laughing, his head resting on the edge of the bed as Jude finally deemed him worthy of a nasty glare. “You’re such a big baby, Bellingham,” Gavi said, tone dripping with fondness. “A spoilt princess through and through.”
Jude made another unintelligible sound, gaze darkening as though he was trying to murder Gavi using telekinesis.
“I thought we already established that I don’t speak caveman.” Gavi climbed on the bed, sitting Indian-style next to his sulking boyfriend. “Is something else the matter?”
Jude nodded but didn’t elaborate.
“It’s your shoulder, isn’t it?” Gavi enquired, placing his hand on the body part in question.
“Shoulder,” Jude confirmed with a nod. He let out a series of ah’s as Gavi’s fingers pressed into the sore muscles.
“Took your painkillers?”
“Yup.”
“You do know you can’t keep this up, right?” Gavi said, tone soft and laden with concern. “Jude, you need surgery.”
More undecipherable noises followed and Gavi merely shook his head, chuckling. “I am guessing that’s a hard no. How about a massage? I can help out with one.”
Another nod was the only thing Gavi got as a reply.
“Alright then,” he said, jumping off the bed.
He grabbed the essentials and got to work, humming along to the current song playing from Jude’s iPad. The YouTube app was still streaming and he hadn’t bothered to close it.
As his expert fingers kneaded into flesh, digging into especially sensitive spots, Jude kept letting out these disgruntled sounds and Gavi kept apologizing and promising it would soon be over.
“There, all done,” Gavi said in an overly cheerful tone, clapping in good measure. When he saw the way Jude winced at his display of high energy, it only made him grin.
Gavi took off his jacket and finally slipped under the covers, ready to cuddle his boyfriend. He didn’t have to ask whether Jude wanted to be the little spoon. In his current mood, that went without saying.
So Gavi laid on his side and pulled Jude’s larger frame into his body, with no help at all from the older boy. Which was no small feat. Jude Bellingham was anything but light.
“I swear if I didn’t love you as much as I do, I’d have dumped your spoilt ass, like yesterday.”
Somehow, this was the thing that made Jude burst into a series of giggles as he fitted himself snugly into Gavi’s body.
“Oh, so you’re laughing now, huh?” Gavi glared at the exasperating British boy in his arms, watching the wayward smile playing at the corners of his lips. “We’re now going to stream K-pop songs by the way, and I don’t want to hear a single word of protest from you.”
After they spent an hour consuming the stunning visuals and highly energetic choreos of idols, Jude finally uttered a complete sentence.
“Gavira, I have a question.”
“Ask away.”
“Do you think someone can drop dead from fatigue?” Jude said, tone rough from lack of use. “Like, how much exhaustion do you think the human body can take before it shuts down?”
This gave Gavi pause, he thought about the sheer number of games Jude has played ever since he joined Madrid, how he’s been pushing his body beyond the limit in each one, how he’s hyper-conscious of how much Madrid are depending on him, the immense trust placed on shoulders that badly needed a breather.
Gavi grabbed his face by the jaw and tilted it in his direction. He placed a quick kiss on his forehead, the tip of his nose, and each of his cheeks. By the time he got to his lips, Jude was smiling through the lingering kiss.
“I know it feels impossibly heavy sometimes,” Gavi murmured, gaze intense on his face, “but that never means you can’t carry it. Do you hear me?”
Jude nodded, “I hear you,” he whispered, and then they were kissing some more, cocooned in the intimacy of the moment.
It made Gavi think, perhaps Jude was exhausted enough that he could get him to finally agree. Well, it was at least worth a shot.
“Baby, this amazing concept just popped into my head—”
“Not fucking happening, Gavira.”
“But Juuuuuuude…”
“In case I didn’t make myself clear over the last two hundred times we’ve had this conversation—” Jude took a meaningful pause to kiss away his boyfriend’s pout, “—my apartment is getting a makeover by you over my cold stinking corpse.”
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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🔞 BelliGavi headcanon incoming
the concept of Jude as Gavi's sex toy, a service top essentially, always ready to fuck his baby at will. and no matter how rough the sex got, no matter how much Jude is turned on by how demanding Gavi is, what truly makes him weak to the point of folding is the praise.
because Gavi never hesitates to tell Jude how beautiful he is, how magnificent of a player he is, how he is the best boyfriend in the world, how he fucked Gavi so well, better than anyone ever did.
and sometimes Gavi would whisper these sweet nothings while in his lap, cock warming him.
something that would prove to be absolute torture but Jude wouldn't dare utter a single complaint.
would endure it all if it means Gavi continued to praise him just so
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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Excerpt from Call It What You Want, a BelliGavi one-shot fanfic
Setting: Alternative Universe {football camp & college/university}
Pairing: Jude x Gavi
Trope: faux enemies to lovers, summer camp rivals
A few of the tags the fic itself will have: mutual pining, late night bus rides, bickering, sexual tension, making out, dirty talk, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, getting together, sappy as all hell, cause they’re both idiots in love
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“What’s gonna be your major?”
“Microbiology.”
“Oh wow. That’s dope,” Jude said, thoroughly impressed.
“How about you?”
“Me?” Jude said, tone filled with surprise.
“Is there someone else here?”
“I’m studying architecture,” Jude said, couldn’t help the pride that seeped into his tone.
“Of course, you are,” Pablo snickered. “Makes perfect sense.”
Jude bristled at that. “What does that mean?”
“It means you probably can’t wait to design buildings as big and tall as your ego,” Pablo said, tone mocking. “I can’t even begin to imagine how much more narcissistic you will be then.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” Pablo said, and then had the audacity to softly caress Jude’s flat stomach, his fingers digging into the ridges of his abs through his flimsy shirt. It was enough to give anyone whiplash.
“I have another question.” This time, it was an outright statement, and Jude was well aware he sounded a little ruffled. Okay, he was a lot ruffled. Who could blame him though? The beautiful boy in his arms was as maddening as they come.
“I’m still waiting for the question, Bellingham,” Pablo said, tone annoyingly patronizing, while his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, travelling up Jude’s abdomen, pressing into his muscles, practically cupping his pec. His shamelessness was as arousing as it was confusing.
Was this all a game to him?
“Why do you hate me?”
Out of all the responses he expected, Pablo bursting into uncontrollable laughter was the last one. And goddammit, but even the sound of it was fucking endearing to Jude. God, he was in such trouble, it was downright pathetic.
“What makes you think I hate you?” He sounded genuinely curious, looking up at Jude with the most innocent expression, beguiling eyes all wide and hypnotizing.
Jude feared he would go daft before the bus reached Madrid. Or ended up doing something he would be slapped for. Although from the way Pablo licked his lips while maintaining eye contact, maybe, just maybe, that slap would never come.
“Well…,” Jude started but he never finished. He licked his lips instead, staring into Pablo’s eyes, his gaze dropping to the younger boy’s lips.
“You were saying,” Pablo coaxed, biting his lower lip in a way that could only be interpreted as seductive. Oh, the little devil knew exactly what he was doing. Or at the very least he had some sort of idea of the effect it was having on Jude.
He wasn’t as innocent as he looked.
Not at all.
“You were always mad mean to me during games,” Jude said, and it sounded like he was whining but he couldn’t exactly be assed. “Always shoving and shouting and insulting.”
“Aww, did I hurt your feelings? Or was it just your ego that needs everybody to put you on a pedestal?”
“That’s not…God, that’s not what this is about. I’m trying to have a real conversation here.”
“So am I. I don’t understand why you’d come to the conclusion that I hated you based on something as flimsy as my foul attitude during games.”
“So, you do know it’s a foul attitude.”
“I am nothing if not self-aware.”
Then there was no way he didn't know his touch was turning Jude on, was there?
Had he meant to brush his fingers over Jude’s left nipple just now or was it an accident? Surely, he was close enough to hear his sharp intake of breath.
Did he know the kind of effect his eyes had on Jude? Or the way he kept biting his lower lip? If he was as self-aware as he claimed, then he wasn’t oblivious to any of it, was he?
Or was all of it in Jude's head?
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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If this ain't going to be my enemies to lovers canon compliant multi-chaptered BelliGavi fic🙃🤧
Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.
I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.
By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.
And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.
Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.
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takoyakiprincessdrake · 3 months ago
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Trust Me
宿敌就是宿敌啊,宿敌是不能变成��子的。。。变成妻子了,你们就再也不能坦率地看着宿敌的眼睛再和他说我要杀了你了。。。如果变成妻子了,你们就只能在夜晚一起缩进被子里再钻进欲望与爱的温床了。。所以宿敌只能是妻子。。哦不。。我是说。。所以妻子只能是宿敌。。抱歉。。。我是说。。宿敌。。。
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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Yeah, I have an agenda...
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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😵‍💫😵‍💫👩🏾‍🦯
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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago
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🔞 BelliGavi headcanon
Okay one devil of an unhinged human just thought I needed to be informed that Jude and Gavi would fuck in front of a mirror just to take in their size difference.
Mish, why would you do this to me???
And now I've gotta write it.
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maisonbelligavi · 8 months ago
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Them being domestic and cute
Okay, how about them taking a hot bath together? It feels nice and relaxing after their respective grueling schedules. Gavi is leaning back against Jude's chest as the older boy occasionally kisses his neck, his ear, and one side of his face.
There's nowhere else Gavi would rather be than in the arms that were holding him so close. There's a feeling of safety and comfort and it's completely new. Gavi welcomes it all the same.
After their bath, Jude rummages in his closet, looking for clothes that Gavi could wear.
"You know, I brought my own clothes right?" Gavi says this with a smile, backing Jude up against the open closet and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist.
"You always look better in mine," Jude says, kissing the tip of his nose, "don't bother trying to deny it."
"Just give me a hoodie already." Gavi rolls his eyes, brat that he is.
Once Gavi has put on the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, he clings to Jude as they vacate the bedroom. He continues to be clingy even when they make it to the couch. He throws one leg over Jude's lap and rests his head on the older boy's shoulder.
"You're aware we can't play FIFA with you clinging to me like this?" Jude poses the question, but then he goes ahead and pulls Gavi even closer to his body.
Something sweet unfolds within Gavi and he doesn't bother with a verbal response. He simply climbs into Jude's lap and starts kissing him. For several minutes, they trade lazy kisses just like that, an unhurried make-out session that isn't a prelude to anything else.
Gavi pulls back after a while, grinning at him. "Isn't this better than FIFA, hmm?"
"Hundred percent, yes, I'd have to agree," Jude replies, nodding, a beautiful smile adorning his face.
When their take-out arrives, Gavi is forced to get off Jude's lap. He isn't particularly happy about it. But Jude makes sure he doesn't sulk too much by keeping him close to his body.
There's a movie playing on Netflix but they barely pay the TV any mind. They dig into their food, groaning at how delicious it is, and occasionally feeding each other.
Once they are done eating, they settle back on the couch, this time with Jude's head resting on Gavi's lap. Gavi's fingers kept running through the short hair, scratching at his scalp; his actions elicited these soft sighs from Jude.
"So no FIFA then, I take it?" Gavi prods, tone teasing, knowing his boyfriend would be hard-pressed to move from his current position.
"Let's just watch the bloody rom-com, Gavira," Jude said.
"Deal," Gavi says with an airy laugh, right before he drops a kiss on Jude's forehead.
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