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corriganatheart · 2 years ago

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His Maddest Desire (He LOVES her, but she HATES him) Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: She was the opposite of what he needed; the shadow that no one noticed but him. Since the beginning, Jude had always liked Y/N, and his feelings grew every time he saw her. His reputation as a womanizer only makes her question his intention and pushes him away, but that never stops him from chasing after what he wants.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to Lovers x One-sided love x Dark Romance

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing, mention of sexual content 🔞

You weren't sure if you should be depressed about the situation or be relieved. Your family has totally forgotten that you existed and moved on with the welcoming speech without you. On any occasion, you would've been ok with it, but today your distant family was here, and you wore a beautiful dress that complimented your beauty in every way, but instead of flaunting it in front of everyone, you are hiding behind a concrete pole, away from the crowd.

"The L/N family will like to welcome you to our 100th anniversary in business!" You heard your dad exclaim and could see his hand raise his cup, but you were too far to see his face. You look at the number of people in the room; they've doubled since last year, and most are influential people worldwide. From current presidents to famous celebrities, you name it all, your family is connected to everyone. Your heart rate increases as you glance from one person to another, realizing he might be here too. "And my precious gem, my daughter Anastasia will take over the family's business and become the heir of the L/N family!"

Your heart immediately stops for a second, and your vision begins to blur as people clap and cheer for your sister. From the distance, in the spotlight, you see your sister, in the most beautiful dress and most beautiful face standing on the stairs waving and smiling at everyone. She looked confident, ambitious, and strong, something you weren't and would never be. Deciding that it was best to remove yourself from the gathering, you start running to the far end of the mansion, away from everyone.

The cold weather immediately hits your face when you enter the balcony. The city light shines from afar, away from your family's mansion on the mountain. Everything about your city was beautiful, filled with lights you'll never see in person. And even if you did, you’ll still feel ashamed, saddened, and distressed that tinted people ran the city—a family that doesn’t care about anything but power and money.

You look up at the stars and examine their beautiful design. They were all gorgeous, showing their beauty on the blank black canvas, and each star formed its meaning. One particular one formed a shape like a woman with Angel wings. She was floating with a knife-like structure in her hands. She looked powerful among the other stars.

“Her name’s Nemesis,” a familiar voice with a deep English accent says. You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is. His voice and the smell of expensive fresh cologne were enough to confirm that he was one of the most influential football players in the world. “She is the goddess of revenge and quite literally an underrating woman.” Your heart beats faster as you feel him getting closer to you, and you want nothing more than to leave without having to look at him.

Jude Bellingham is known for his looks, accent, personality, athletic abilities, influential status, and womanizer. He was everything you needed to avoid, but he always seemed to find you no matter where you were. “Myths say she is more beautiful and stronger than Athena and Aphrodite, and I can assure you she’s everything they say she is.” Your heart skips a beat, maybe many more, as he stands next to you. "Why are you alone, angel?"

Since birth, you have always been in your sibling's shadow. Your sister Anastasia was the golden child of the family. She had the looks, brain, personality, and quite the influence on others. Everyone loves her, and she was your parent's whole heart. Your brother, two years older than you, is the middle child and your mother's son. He was a mommy's boy, and even though he was now an adult, your mother would do anything for him. Your father, on the other hand, was too occupied with Anastasia and the family business to care if he had a son or not. The L/N family was complete with a daughter and a son, but you came into this world unexpectedly. Your biological parents passed away the day you were born, and your birth mother was the best friend of your adoptive mother. And even though she didn't want you, she wanted to be a hero, so your parents went along with the adoption, and you were taken in unwanted.

Growing up, you had quite a fancy life. Money, food, maids, fancy parties, and private schools, but you were never provided the same treatment as your siblings. You understand that you aren’t their biological child, but you’ve been in their family for so long that it seems that way.

Your father, who was always busy, would only talk to you when needed, such as school work and attending events, and your mother would only speak to you when it concern your physical image or family photos. Overall, besides being ignored by your family, you lived a comfortable life and were used to the cold silence from your parents, but it still hurts.

"Y/N?" He asked softly after realizing that your mind was no longer with him. "Why are you alone, angel?"

You close your eyes at the nickname that he gave you years ago. It does many things to you, and no matter how much you try to tell him to leave you alone, Jude Bellingham is always around. “Go back to the party Jude. My brother will be looking for you.”

He remains calm, and from the corner of your eyes, you can see him twirl the glass of whiskey while looking ahead. “Rowan is fine. He’s got blondes, brunettes, red hair, and black hair surrounding him,” Jude says with amusement. You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on the concrete rail, feeling the coldness of it. “My brother’s player ways will never die down,” you mumbled disgustingly.

Your brother, Rowan L/N, is a womanizer, and he doesn’t necessarily have a type. As long as you were a girl and were down for a one-night stand, he would take you to a hotel within a heartbeat. He wasn’t picky with Women either and found all types of women beautiful: curvy, skinny, average, tan, pale, dark; he liked them all. And although he may not seem like it, he respects a woman a lot, and that’s why he’s a mommy’s boy. You and your brother get along just fine, and in high school, he protected you from bullies, but now that he is a university student, you have distanced yourself a little. He wasn’t the older brother you knew from high school; your brother has become colder, bolder, and more like your father.

“You haven’t answered my question. Why are you out here alone?”

The concern in Jude’s voice causes you to look at him angrily. You didn’t need his concern, and you didn’t need his pity; you’ve had enough of those. “What game are you playing, Bellingham?” You asked. Jude raises an eyebrow and places his cup on the rail. You watch one hand disappear into his pocket while the other reaches for your hair, tugging it behind your ears. “Now I see you,” he mumbles and smiles softly.

You look at his lips and then his eyes; gosh, he was beautiful, with a sculpted jawline, thick lips, and a smile that could make a girl get on her knees. But you couldn’t be one of those girls; you were not his type. You have seen the girls he surrounds himself with, and you weren’t them, and he was playing games with you.

“Go find Rowan. He wouldn’t like his best friend with his little sister,” you said as you started stepping away from him. Jude doesn’t budge; he oversees you, examining your moves like always. “He wouldn’t think any of it,” Jude says. You bite your lower lips, “because we just don’t fit,” you immediately spit.

Jude’s eyes go dark as he focuses on yours, and you see how his jaw tenses. You’ve said many things in the past that hurt him, and you knew it’s one of these that gets him railed up. “Why do you hate me?” He asked casually, mainly because he had asked this question many times. And you wish you could answer him, but you don't know either.

You first met Jude when you were 12, and he was 14. Your brother befriended him while they attended an all-boys junior high, and he was one of those friends that would always come over. You remember the first time the two of you made eye contact. It was an immediate attraction on both ends and like the curious cat you were, you stayed and watched him play football with your brother.

Since the beginning, you always attend an all-girls school, and the only boys you've been around are your brother, cousins, and your dad's men. Seeing Jude for the first time, you were immediately drawn to him mainly because he was the most beautiful boy you have ever seen and because of the way he handled the soccer ball. Jude must've also noticed you because he showed off more and was constantly making sure you saw his dribble, scores, tricks, and everything he did; he did it with a purpose. After that day, Jude came over more often, and you always watched him play with your brother. And when you finally reached high school, he became bolder and started flirting with you, asking you to homecoming, inviting you to his games, and doing everything with you in his mind. But never once did you fall for him because, in the back of your mind, you were incapable of being loved, and Jude was only going to break your heart. Unlike you, he was everything everyone wanted, the golden boy, and he was still one.

"Why are you so mean?" he asked, stepping closer to you.

You back up, and he looks down at your shoes, unpleased by that movement. “Don’t step away from me,” he demanded softly as you stood four feet away. “Why?” You asked, even though you knew his answer. Jude grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest, “because I am your man,” he whispers in your ear.

Your heart races rapidly as you feel his hand trace the back of your dress. He was so close to you that his cologne almost caused you to faint. Jude was much taller than you, and your head barely reached his shoulders, and it was so easy for you to hear his heartbeats. And just like you, he was also under the influence, and his breathing was getting harder and harder as his hands trailed up further.

“I am yours, and you’re mine. We fit Y/N,” he says and places his forehead on yours. You close your eyes and imagine the two of you alone, entirely away from everyone. Your life would’ve been more straightforward if you were born into an average family and met Jude accidentally. But you weren’t normal, and you were born into a loveless family that controls your every move. And Jude was a professional footballer that everyone loved. You knew Jude was destined for greatness the moment you looked at him, and unlike you, he was meant to be loved by the world. In the future, he will marry someone important, friendly, beautiful, and loved by everyone, like your sister. And you will be left behind closed doors as his mistress and never be seen again. The two of you just don’t fit.

“What do you want from me, Bellingham?” You asked while exiting his arms and stepping a couple of steps away. “Do you think I will fall for your tricks? Do you think I’ll say yes, and we'll marry in the future while you take one girl after another like your football buddies?” You aggressively asked. Jude glares at you frustratedly as you continue to speak your mind. “Look at me and look at all those girls. We are opposite!”

The two of you stare at one another for god knows how long. The conversation was familiar, and it was giving you deja vu. Jude was very persistent; no matter how many rejections he got from you, he was still chasing. But that never stopped him from fooling around with other girls to show you what you missed. But the two of you knew damn well he would drop anyone in a heartbeat if you came to him.

“I’m not like that,” Jude says softly, his hands hidden in his pocket to keep himself from reaching for you. “You know I want only you.”

It was hard to concentrate on hating him when he said the sweetest, most beautiful things in life. You knew who he was, and the womanizer image was only to make you jealous. But if you admit that you hated the blondes, brunettes, redheads, ginger, and many more girls that he had been associated with, it would only confirm your feelings, and you weren’t going down that path.

“Why?” You quietly asked while looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact with him. “Why are you so nice to me?”

You feel his fingers lift your chin, and in a second, you make eye contact with him. “Is it that hard to see yourself the way I see you?”

No one would’ve ever thought that Jude Bellingham could ever get rejected by a girl. There have been numerous times when he respectfully refused girls, and there have been times when he would use them for pleasure. But it was now getting to him that no matter how many girls he got; his heart still yearns for you and it will only be you that he wants.

"You will eventually marry someone else," you mumbled. "Someone older, wiser, prettier, and at the same level as you."

With a heavy heart, Jude reaches to stroke your face, but you slap his hands away. "Stay away from me, Bellingham.”

You wander back to the hall room, and from the corner of your eyes, you see your brother standing near the champagne fountain, surrounded by numerous girls. On one side, he has another friend of his, Trent Alexander Arnold, and on another side, he has Kylian Mbappe. They all smiled while chatting and flirting with the girls. You take in the way Trent constantly looks bored, and his eyes wander around the crowd, whereas Kylian is very invested in the ladies. To their right, a couple of tables away, your sister was talking to some women around your mother’s age, one of them being Jude’s mother.

It was no secret that your mother and Jude’s mother always wanted to be in-laws. And you were never an option, but your sister was perfection and the apple of everyone’s eye. Jude’s mother had always liked your sister, and the engagement between your sister and Jude would be brought up soon. That is another reason why it was best you stay away from him.

“The party is a bit dense, don’t you think?”

Your shoulder jumps from the voice, and you immediately turn around to see Marcus Rashford standing behind you, with a drink in his hand and the other hand tucked in his pant. He was wearing a white dress shirt with some buttons down, revealing some ink on his chest. His hair was freshly cut, making him look more handsome than you remember.

Marcus was an acquaintance of your dad and one of your sister’s friends. He was always rumored to be dating your sister, but you don’t think there's any potential because despite your sister showing interest in him, Marcus rarely acknowledges her.

“You don’t speak much do you little one?”

You frowned at his nickname for you because you guys aren’t anything at all for him to give you nicknames. This was probably the first time the two of you have ever spoken.

“Why are you talking to me?” You asked quietly despite the room being loud. Marcus smirks and sips his drink, “why haven’t I talked to you is the real question,” he mumbles. You frown and was about to walk away when he grabs your elbow. “Care to dance?” He asked. You look behind your shoulders to see your sister staring your way, eyeing the part where you and Marcus are touching. “Your girlfriend won’t like that,” you said, and Marcus glanced at your sister. “She’s not my girlfriend.” And that should’ve been enough for you to take him up on his offer, but you instead think about your sister’s wellbeing and decide it was best to decline. “I’m sorry but I have to go,” you said and quickly excused yourself.

As you quickly exit the ballroom again, you feel a couple of eyes on you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jude!” Rowan exclaimed when he walked into the private room made for his casual hookups.

Jude nods and looks around the room, seeing a couple of his friends and acquaintances surrounded by girls, many girls. Your brother has two blondes next to him, with white lingerie on. On the couch in front of him, Mbappé was getting sucked off by two girls while the others were close to having sex. At the center of the room stood two naked girls dancing on the pole with red eyes.

Your brother nods his head towards the couch next to him; a girl that looks similar to your sister is sitting on it, and there is no question that she was brought in for him.

“Enjoy yourself, man,” Rowan says with a smirk. Jude grabs a bottle of champagne on a table and approaches the girl. She was beautiful, with a banging body, a girl he would usually hook up with but never chase. It was honestly torturing to want someone that doesn’t want you back, and the only way to get rid of that feeling was to drink, snort, and fuck. But even that didn’t help.

“Heard my mother and your mother talking. I know they want you all together, but it ain’t happening, man,” Rowan says, “my sister wants Rashford.” Jude chugs his bottle of Champagne, not giving a damn about who your sister wants. The only thing on his mind was to get you out of his system. “You have anyone else in mind?” Rowan asked. Jude smirks and lays both of his hands on top of the couch. The girl next to him was very bold and seductive. Her hands were already roaming his body and unbuckling his belt. “Anastasia is not my type,” Jude shrugs. Your brother raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding why Jude would say that. He has seen the way Jude interacts with your sister and the way he is constantly being nice to her, so he assumes that Jude has a crush on her. “Then what is your type?” Rowan asked.

Jude lays his head back on the couch and guides the girl’s head down into his unbuckled pant. He then closes his eyes and sighs. “I prefer sexy (eye color) with (hair color) that is always perfectly straightened or perfectly curled. She also wears innocent-looking dresses and looks like an Angel but is a sexy beast that I can never let go.”

Your brother stared at him blankly and looked down at the girl that was now sucking off Jude. She looked like your sister but was the total opposite of what Jude described. Rowan then narrows his eyes, “Careful, Bellingham. I might have thought you were actually describing Y/N.”

Jude chuckles darkly and rolls his shoulders, “We fantasize about things we can’t have; that’s in our nature.” He then closes his eyes, and the image of you appears as he guides the girl’s head to his climax.

You stare at your reflection. Fresh out of the shower, wet hair, smooth lotioned skin, and no scars anywhere.

It was ideal for the women in the L/N family to look their best no matter what, and maybe your mother took that way too far. Growing up, you and your sister were constantly showered with lavish clothing, the best skin care product, the most expensive makeup artist, and the wealthiest designers. Of course, your sister had everyone's best interest, but still, your mother did not forget that she has an adopted daughter with her genes.

"Your sister's birthday is coming up," your handmaiden, Virginia, says as she combs your hair. You smiled and nodded, "she'll want to throw a big one," you mumbled. Virginia hums, agreeing with that statement. She was a couple of years older than your sister and has known you her entire life. She was only a teenager when her parents started working for your family. And when she turned 18, she immediately became your maid. "You know everyone will be there with a date," Virginia says while applying scented oil to your hair. You look at her through the mirror knowingly. She was the only person who knew of your complicated relationship with Jude. “Everyone but me,” you smiled. Virginia chuckled and started braiding your hair so it could be curly tomorrow. “I’m sure there are many single gentlemen that would love to accompany you,” she says. “For example, Marcus Rashford seemed to be interested in you. Or maybe Trent Alexander Arnold, who has always stared at you, and don’t forget Kylian Mbappe, who may be a little older but is a fine gentleman.”

You wait for Virginia to laugh and say it was a joke, but unfortunately, she doesn’t. “They’re all friends of my brother and sister. There is no way they would accompany me,” you said. Virginia smiles and starts tying your hair. “There is always that one person who would take you in a heartbeat.” You glare at her through the mirror, knowing who she is suggesting. She has always supported your feelings for Jude, even if it’s just a simple crush or something more significant. But you’ve told her several times that the two of you just don’t fit. Jude was different from you, and he was also your brother’s best friend. Someone of that high status would eventually get a proposal from the president’s daughter or a princess; you were never in the picture.

“I will say, though, that Marcus Rashford has always been a gentleman to everyone. He may be a bit older than you, but he would care for you perfectly,” Virginia says before she excuses herself from your room.

You sighed and opened the door to your balcony. It was warm with a slight breeze, and the star shone brightly through the dark sky. The oil scent of roses warms your heart, remembering her suggestion about Jude. But even you knew that was a mistake. Your sister will eventually be Jude’s fiancé and you’ll be nothing but his sister-in-law. It was best you have no interaction with him in the future.

“It’s too late for you to be outside Y/N.”

You froze at the deep voice and turned to see your brother closing your bedroom door. He looked like he had just left the shower, with damp hair, a towel around his neck, a black t-shirt, and black pajama pants. He looked exhausted, angry, and annoyed as he walked towards you. “You got school tomorrow; I’ll take you.” You frowned and looked at him, “Mr. Hale can take me,” you said. Rowan crosses his arms, and you notice his muscles are bigger and leaner. His athletic life must be intense. “My university is that way. I’ll drop you off.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the cold rail. “You’re just making sure I am not skipping school with some boys,” you accused. Rowan raises an eyebrow and stares at you tensely, “If I see or hear about you fooling around with some boys, I will make sure he doesn’t see another day.”

“Rowan,” you sighed, “the school is owned by our family. Do you really think Father and Mother don’t have eyes on me?”

Your brother shrugged and sighed, “I’m just looking out for you.” You nodded and smiled, “I know.”

Rowan smiles slightly, and you notice an eyelash sticking on his cheek. Stepping closer to him, you brush off the hair with your thumb. “There, your skin looks good now.” He stares at you blankly, and you take this chance to look at him. He was all grown now, with a sculpted jaw, thick black hair, dark hazel eyes, and not like the innocent-looking brother you remembered. “Y/N I-“

“Rowan get out of your sister’s room!”

The both of you turned to the door to see your mother standing there with arms crossed, angry eyes, and nothing but her gown on. “She has school tomorrow. Do you know how bad it would look if she were late?” You glance at Rowan and quickly walk back inside and rush to your bed. “My bad, mom. I reminded my little sister that I’ll take her to school tomorrow.” Your mom rolls her eyes, and Rowan chuckles before kissing her on the cheek and waving bye to you.

You smile at your mom awkwardly as she stares at you. Her eyes wander your room, and she looks at your ideally hung school uniform, your finished homework on your desk, and your braided hair for school tomorrow. She smiles satisfactorily and nods at you. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow is your exam. I’m expecting a perfect score. You will be a future doctor and will show the world that your parents raised you wisely,” she says, hinting that you should be listening to her because she adopted you. “Yes, Mom,” you said through gritted teeth. Your mother smiles before saying goodnight and exiting your room.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, hoping that tomorrow would go smoothly and you wouldn’t do anything to disappoint anyone.

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httpsdana · 2 years ago

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hi! Don’t know if your doing request but how bout prompt 37 with Jude Bellingham? :P

Kidnapper~Jude Bellingham

back with a Jude request. This man is so adorable I can't even describe it.

I currently have midterms so I'm sorry for the slow updates

keep sending in your requests and for someone other than Pedri and Gavi PLEASE. this is so bad I'm sorry

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

37-"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " "I'm her boyfriend everyone" "KIDNAPPER"

Parties weren't y/n's thing. Because she knows that if she goes to a party, she ain't leaving it without getting hammered.

But when one of Jude's teammates invited them to a party to celebrate his birthday, they couldn't say no.

"help me with the zipper please?" y/n asked Jude as she struggled to zip her dress up.

She was wearing a short black dress with thin straps that hugged her curves perfectly

Jude hummed from where he was standing before walking up to her and helping her with the zipper

"you look absolutely breathtaking princess" he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"thank you J. you look quite handsome too" she turned on hid grip and pecked his lips slightly, careful not to ruin her nicely done lipstick

"ready to go?" Jude asked looking at his girlfriend who held her heals in her hands

" yes let's go" she said before they both walked out of the room

★★★★★

After arriving to the party, y/n was quickly stolen away from Jude by the other WAGs. Jude made his way to his teammates ans hanged out with them all night, of course while keeping an eye on his girl

Halfway through the night, Jude saw y/n stumbling over the dance floor. He made his way over to her and quickly caught her as she was about to fall

"Judeee what are you doing heree" she slurred, wrapping her arms around his neck as he steadied her by holding her waist.

"let's go home yeah? you've had enough drinks" Jude said already pulling her hand with him

She tried pulling her hand away but Jude wouldnt budge

"I don't wanna gooo. let me go backk" she whined again trying to pull away

Jude let out a sigh and decided to do the easiest thing he could. He threw her over his shoulder and started to walk to his car

"let me downn" she groaned hitting his back with all the energy she had left

Jude still didn't let her down. So she screamed

"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " she screamed catching a few people's attention. A man and a Lady started to make their way to them

"I'm her boyfriend everyone" Jude said raising the hand that wasn't holding y/n in defense

The realization hit those people as they realized that she was probably drunk

"KIDNAPPER" y/n screamed again making Jude chuckle

As he reached the car, he sat her down in her seat and buckled the seatbelt. y/n crossed her arms over her chest with a pout making Jude laugh at her face

"aw come on don't be sad darling" he squished her cheeks and kissed her lips

Although she was still a bit drunk, she couldn't help but smile making Jude smile too. He closed her door and made his way to his side of the car

The drive home was silent, mostly because y/n was half asleep

let's say the next morning was basically just Jude making fun of his girlfriend and her drunk talks

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mchlgayser · 2 years ago

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can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

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xmads-omensx · 2 months ago

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You've never seen Batman?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,461

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, jokey arguing, kissing

Summary: Y/N and Andy go on a coffee date, when Andy makes a shocking discovery.

I pulled my dark green knitted jumper over my head as I finished getting ready for my date. Andy and I had been on four dates so far and have been rally hitting it off. The plan for today was to go out to a local park and get some coffee. Obviously weather dependent, but it hadn’t exactly been very predictable as of late.

I laced up my white sneakers before grabbing my bag ad jacket, then opening the front door. I was greeted by Andy’s long torso, tattooed arm outstretched as if he was about to knock. We shared a brief moment of eye contact before bursting into laughter.

We were still in that blissful stage where everything felt like it was perfect. Granted, we weren’t officially a couple yet, but it was definitely heading in that direction.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled down at me as he knitted our fingers together.

“So do you.” I replied. “Wait. No. I mean handsome. You look handsome.” I gushed, tripping over my words with an embarrassed laugh.

“Thank you.” Andy laughed, squeezing my hand and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

He led me from my from door and down the driveway.

The walk to the park was pleasant. We filled it with small talk about how our lives had been since the last time we had seen eachother. Sadly, Andy had been away on tour for a month and I hadn’t seen him since the week before he left. This, however, did make me even happier to see him even though we weren’t officially together yet.

The clouds hung a dark and ominous grey in the sky, threatening to burst open at any moment. Hopefully we would manage to avoid any potential downpour this afternoon. A sudden chill from the cool autumn breeze bit at me through my knitted sweater and jacket. Andy must’ve noticed as he wrapped his skinny, leather clad left arm around my shoulders as he led me towards the pop-up coffee shop in the park. Fallen leaves crunched underneath my feet as we approached.

“Hey, can I get a medium Americano and a large Pumpkin Spice latte to go please?” Andy asked the server.

“Of course. Are those separate or together?” The man asked us.

Before I could even register what he had said, Andy had already replied, “together please” and paid for both coffees.

“Hey!” I feigned offense, “I wanted to pay.”

“No chance, sweetheart.” He smiled whilst pressing a kiss into the top of my head.

“At least let me pay for mine.” I tried to compromise with him.

“I’m ignoring you and your stupidity now.” He laughed, leaving me no choice to laugh along with him because his laugh was so contagious.

“Here you two go.” The server said with a smile as he passed Andy our orders. “Have a great rest of your day, but the weather doesn’t look too great.”

Andy glanced up to the sky and let out a sigh. “Hopefully it rains later so our coffees don’t get ruined.” He laughed.

We thanked the man a second time before wandering over to a nearby picnic bench that was sheltered underneath a large oak tree. I took a sip of my Pumpkin Spice latte and breathed out a sigh.

“You okay over there?” Andy asked with a grin on his face.

“Yeah I’m good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like this. Like felt really autumn-y I guess.” I replied.

“Autumn-y isn’t even a word dumbass.” Andy laughed in response.

“Hey! It’s hyphenated, that makes it a word!” I defended with a laugh.

“That doesn’t count Y/N.” He laughed at my idiocy.

“Yes it does. You just don’t understand the genius that is the inner-workings of my brain.” I explained to him, trying and failing to hold in a laugh.

He laughed in response.

Suddenly, interrupting our short-lived moment of bliss, small raindrops began to fall around us. They gradually got heavier and, before we knew it, we were caught in a torrential downpour.

“Come on, we can go to my place it’s closer.” Andy grabbed my hand and we began to jog to the exit of the park.

We practically ran the rest of the way to Andy’s, hand in hand, laughing the whole way.

By the time we reached the sanctuary of his apartment, we were both soaked through to the bone and were both shivering. Andy unlocked the door and led the way into his bedroom, then handed me a t-shirt, hoodie and sweatpants to change into before leaving the room.

I undressed and pulled on Andy’s dry clothes. They smelled like him which brought me even more comfort. It had dawned on me that I had never been to Andy’s place before. We weren’t officially a couple yet so this felt a little bit weird, but I couldn’t ignore the flutters in both my stomach and heart as I looked around his bedroom.

Batman posters and merch took up most of the space. There was some Black Veil Brides stuff framed and hung up on the walls, along with an obscene amount of Cincinnati Bengal’s memorabilia filling his room. It was very chaotic, but very… Andy.

I picked up the black material of the hoodie and pulled it over my head, adjusting it so that it sat comfortably on my torso. Glancing down at it, I realised that it had a huge Batman logo on the front of it. I knew he liked Batman, but it still surprised me the sheer extent of his love for it.

I exited out of his room, with my sopping wet clothes in my hands. I handed them to a patiently waiting Andy who then took them and placed them into the dryer with his own clothes and starting a cycle.

“Those should be done in an hour or so.” He said, rubbing his hands together.

“Sounds good.” I replied, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over my hands in an attempt to get warmer.

“are the clothes okay?” Andy asked, “They’re a bit big but I’ve not really got much else to offer you.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, no, they’re fine.” I replied. “I just feel like a bit of a poser that’s all.” I laughed, gesturing at the hoodie.

“What do you mean?” He smiled back at me.

“Well, I’ve never seen Batman so I feel like a poser.” I said with a smile.

His face fell.

“You… you.. let me get this straight.” He began with an expression of complete and utter disbelief across his face. “You’ve never seen the greatest film franchise ever created?”

I shook my head. “No. Sorry.”

He let out a sigh and walked over to the sofa, before sitting down and putting his head in his hands.

“Andy? You okay?” I laughed.

“No. Y/N. I’m not okay. I cannot believe I haven’t shown you this before.” He patted the seat next to him as he loaded up Netflix. “What on earth is wrong with you, Y/N? How the fuck have you never seen Batman?”

I laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I don’t know. I’ve always been more into anime so I never really watched stuff like this.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Fucking wierdo.” He mumbled, trying and failing to keep a smile off of his face.

“Okay. Show me what all the hype is about then.” I sighed.

“How about we take turns?” Andy suggested.

“Huh?” I asked, confused about what he meant.

“I show you Batman, then next time you show me some anime? Best of both worlds.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Andy, that will literally take forever.” I laughed.

“Yeah? Well good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon. I can’t leave my lovely girlfriend to suffer without ever watching Batman in her life.” He stated simply.

“Huh- Wha- Girlfriend?” I asked, bewildered at what he said.

“Yeah, girlfriend.” He replied, turning to face me. “Is that- Do you not want that?” He gushed. “Because I can take it right back and we can forget I ever said that. You never have to see me ever again if that’s what you wa-“

I cut his rambling off with a kiss, grabbing both sides of his face with my hands.

“Of course I want to be your girlfriend, dumbass.” I laughed.

He let out a sigh of relief before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side, with my head resting on his chest.

“Good. Now do you need me to explain anything before we-“ Andy began.

“Shut up and play the movie.” I replied. We laughed like we usually did, and would continue to do forever.

#andy sixx #andy black #black veil brides #fanfic #BVB #andy biersack #andy bvb #madsy says shit sometimes ig?#one shot #andy biersack one shot

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cherryxcadbury · 2 years ago

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Hey i hope you doing well? <3 i would like to request something with Jude where the reader go on the pitch after a game and celebrate his goal with the team (Dortmund)

The whistle blew and you and your friends let out a sigh of relief. Dortmund was still in the title race after this 2-1 win, with Jude scoring the winning goal.

“That man could bring me to this knees with just that arm band, dunno how you’re still functioning Y/N.” Heidi, your best friend, whispered.

You laughed at Heidi’s antics with Lexi, Gio Reyna’s girlfriend.

“You’ll have to tell him that yourself Heidi.” You responded.

“Oh trust me I will.” She winked at you, making you squirm at her unapologetic-ness.

Sometimes, you aspired to be like her.

A man from the Dortmund staff came up to the three of yous then spoke in German, to which you and Lexi blushed in embarrassment, not knowing the language.

“He said we can go down onto the field. Come on!” Heidi led the way, flashing a smile at the staff you all passed on the field.

The three of you walked through the extremely large pitch, dodging ongoing interviews and moping Frankfurt players. The immediate sight of the yellow wall from the pitch made you smile. BVB fans were truly the greatest.

“Y/N! They’re talking about you!” Lexi whispered to you and Heidi.

You immediately whipped your head around and turned to see fans in the row closest to the pitch waving to you.

“Why are they waving?” You asked.

“Just listen.” Heidi smirked.

“Look it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!” They squealed.

“Y/N! May I have a picture!!”

“Y/N i follow you on Instagram!!”

They shouted and shrieked hoping they’d get your attention. You were awestruck, they were like fans. You, Heidi, and Lexi just laughed, smiled, and waved.

“This is gonna be my be real!” Lexi squealed, jogging over to the fans.

Heidi turned to say something to you before a thick German accent interrupted you.

It was some guy on Frankfurt’s staff based on his outfit, he held an easy smirk. He looked way too old for yours and Heidi’s teenage selves. He was probably 35 at youngest.

“Ladies. Hallo.” He smiled at the two of you.

Heidi smiled, responding in German while you just gave him a tight nod.

He chatted up Heidi, you watching in amusement, and Heidi as well keeping the conversation with a glint of amusement in her eyes. You’d been friends with Heidi for long enough to know what Heidi always knew peoples true intentions. And the raise of her eyebrows at you meant that she was telling you the man was interested in you.

So you were not surprised at all when the man, with an even wider smirk, turned to you and held his hand out as an introduction. With everyone watching you opted to be polite and went into shake his hand.

However, he instead took it and brought it up to his lips, still smirking. You quickly pulled your hand away and shot him an annoyed look.

“Listen. My name’s Christian, I work for Frankfurt. Wanted to know if you were interested in grabbing a coffee then heading back to my place.” He gave you a sickening smile.

This man was forward.

“Are you blind Christian! One, she’s too young for you. Two, look at the fucking Bellingham kit. She’s taken.” Heidi came to your defense.

“Listen. I don’t see Bellingham here! He doesn’t have to know.” Christian smiled.

“Get the hell away from us.” You glared at Christian, already looking around from security.

Christian’s eyes darkened.

“I have a much higher status here than both of you. So listen you who—” Christian started before being cut off.

“I’d best not finish that sentence if I were you mate.” A voice spoke from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Jude.

Christian was several inches shorter and scrawnier than Jude.

“Uh Mr. Bellingham I wasn’t aware that she was actually your girlfri—”

“Just scram.” Heidi glared.

And with that, Christian was gone.

You let out a sigh of relief while Heidi went after him with Karim Adeyemi to go and terrorize Christian.

“You alright love.” Jude asked pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, twisting your head to make eye contact with him.

“I could’ve dealt with him Judekins. Or at least Heidi could have.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that? I like being able to show people that you’re mine.” Jude winked at you.

You were about to kiss him when you were interrupted by huffing and puffing. You and Jude looked forward to see Karim panting and Heidi smirking.

“How. Do you run so fast?” Karin barely managed to get out.

“Karim mean freund, it’s a talent.” Heidi winked, scanning her nails.

“Heidi beat you in a foot race.” You stated knowingly.

Karim’s breathing had steadied by now.

“Yeah we were chasing after that Frankfurt guy. How the fuck is she so fast.” Karim groaned.

“So you guys caught up to him?” Jude asked.

“Oh yeah. Managed to threaten him and everything.” Heidi over annunciated.

“Anyways we’ll leave you two now. And remember Jude, Y/N loves men in arm bands. Especially when they’re captains.” Heidi winked before scurrying away.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind then.” Jude smirked down at you, a blush coating your cheeks.

“That was a nice goal you had Bellingham.” You teased him.

“It was dedicated to my biggest fan.” He smiled.

“Your mum’s not here today though.” You smiled innocently.

“I hate you.” He grumbled, burrowing his face into your shoulder.

“You have some eager fans waiting there.” You pointed out.

“They can wait.” He mumbled.

“Jude….” You stressed his name in the way his mum did when she was upset.

“Oh fine. But you’re coming with me.” He tugged you along.

“I’m so proud of you.” You held eye contact before going over to the fans.

“My girl. I love you Y/N.”

#jude bellingham #bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham blurb #jude #jobe bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham one shot #jb22 #dortmund #bvb #england nt #football imagines #football #imagines

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xaelia-au · 2 years ago

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jude bellingham (2)

kisses - @kehrer24thilo

kisses with jude

10/10 - @lqvesoph

you try a tiktok trend with your boyfriend

opponents - @lqvesoph

it's the euro game between germany and england and you're getting quite defensive over the loss of your country

moments like these - @sanchosgf

day before jude leaving for scotland

you know i adore you - @judeswhore

jude forgets your anniversary and after a pretty nasty fight and a night of the silent treatment he promises everything in his power to make it up to you

masterpiece - @blueaetherr

the one where they spend the afternoon painting

flour - @saintwyfe

what seemed to be a harmless night to bake turned out to be a disaster.

only one bed - @briitcedes

the age old “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” trope.

but you love me more right? - @fallinforerling

jude being jealous of jobe

its time to bereal - @judeswhore

bereal goes off while you’re in a slightly compromising position and jude can’t help himself

basketball - @trentsgirl

basketball isn’t your boyfriend’s forte.

secret relationship - @i4bellingham

"how much longer do we have to keep this up?"

hand trend - @judeswhore

yeah

gentle reminder - @sanchosgf

in which jude can’t seem to understand the weight his injuries have on his girlfriend

#jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #bvb dortmund #england #borussia dortmund #xaelia au #xaelia'sblog

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clov3sr · 2 years ago

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Painkiller | Jude Bellingham

♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader

♢ — author annotations: paqueta y bono mis amores you're not safe either,,, we ride at dawn

♤ — c/t w(s): reader is implied to be in school

♧ — synopsis: How could you ever complain about being tired when your boyfriend is a world renowned professional athlete?

♫ — music inspo.: PAINKILLER by RUEL

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:38 ───ㅇ───── 3:33

Jude will never be ashamed to admit he's not the smartest. Even when his teams joke with him about it, as often as he manages to dodge Saka and his Tiktoks, he doesn't excuse himself or shy away; no, it's an invitation. The opportunity blossoms at his feet, and he takes any chance he can. Without fail, he'll retort, "I don't even need to be smart, I have y/n," and it's that same golden opportunity that, without fail, he twists into bragging — "y/n actually just passed this exam," or, "you know, y/n knows how to do that niche skill,"

No, Jude isn't the most academically predisposed, but what he does know inside out is you; so when he hears the door open and shut, the subsequent shuffling of your things, and the lack of your adorable exclamation that you're here, his instinct is to pause his Netflix show immediately.

He peeks his head out of the room with an inquisitive call of your name, but for naught as he spots you immediately. Youre in the midst of putting your bags down, and just begin taking your jacket off when he approaches you.

"Hi, love," he's gentle with his tone and volume, testing the waters and you're keen to it. You've told him before how relieving it is for you not to have to pretend around him, and he's dedicated to maintaining that dynamic, "how was your day?"

You sigh, like you're trying to expel all the negativity before you somehow breathe it unto him accidentally. He notices.

"It was fine. Like any other day."

Jude's not going to accept that answer and you know that by the way his eyebrows furrow momentarily and he moves to embrace you. His hands start at your shoulders, delivering a comforting squeeze before they slide down to hold your hands. You sigh again; it's so hard to be upset when you get to come home to Jude, a rare occurrence recently. You'll manage to, though.

"Are you sure, lovely? You know I'm here for you."

You hum, leaning to rest your head on his chest. "You're Jude Bellingham. I think I'll get over my silly little issues."

"What's that mean?"

The speed at which he replies throws you off. Genuine confusion is laced into his words, and slight offense almost accompanies. It wasn't a complete joke, you admit, but you phrased it as light-hearted as possible, you'd thought.

"I just mean," you trail off for a moment, shrugging nonchalantly to try and ease him, "You deal with the stress of the entire world watching you, and the physical strain you go through is unimaginable, Ju. I don't have to insult you by whining about my everyday shit."

His silence alarms you. For a beat too long, he's just staring, eyebrows still furrowed in deep thought. Maybe you'd already offended him? Had your uncharacteristically monotone entrance annoyed him?

You only get so far down the list of anxieties and what-ifs before your train of thought is halted. Jude removes his hands from yours, instead cupping your face and raising your head gently to face him instead of his chest.

“Y/n I'm going to marry you, do you know that?”

It takes the atmosphere a second for his earnestness to settle. He's serious, and the idea of Jude already planning a future with you makes your heart skip and your chest ache. If you even knew how to respond, you know you can't physically get any words out. Your mouth opens momentarily and closes again in defeat.

“I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life as your lover. And I know you're going to continue to support me,” he gingerly kisses your left cheek, “no matter what,” and then the right, “and I'm going to support you.” He moves up to your forehead, inhaling fondly as if savoring the moment. You are as well. Finally, he kisses it and lets his lips linger. Once more, he brings your head up to face his.

“I love you, and your problems are never going to be less important than mine, darling.”

“I don't deserve you, Ju.”

He wants to argue that, and normally he would – you know he would – but he instead chooses to take advantage of your cracked defenses.

“How was your day, lovely?”

♢ — author postnote (s): dude this is so filthy sweet I legit don't even wanna read it again to edit it like. I started this last night when I got home from work and, clov3 fun fact: clov3 is NOT an emotional person at all like. bro bye. don't even like this fr.

#jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #borussia dortmund #bvb imagine #england #pablo gavi #neymar #gender neutral reader #x reader #reader insert #football oneshot #footballer x you #football imagine #will add a cut later I’m sorry

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cssiop · 2 years ago

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STAIN… jude bellingham

the stain on orisa's dress seems to have caught jude's attention, or is it her?

jude bellingham x fem!oc word count: 5.1k

(you know when you’re supposed to write an imagine of 2k words but get carried away and end up with 5k? this is it, this is the one)

THE FLAMES FLICKERED BRIGHTLY in the dancing eyes of the queen of the evening. amanda smiled until her cheeks ached, until she couldn't feel any part of her skin that wasn't cracked as the unmelodious sounds of the table echoed and chorused to wish her a happy birthday. her wavy blonde locks fell to her bare shoulders in bewildering perfection and the candlelight reflected in her oceanic eyes.

her best friend, orisa, who was the complete opposite of her, physically or mentally, was already not listening much. in fact, she never really listened. lost in a distant world, the one she had built, orisa often found refuge there when the real world became too much for her frail shoulders.

an imaginary point right in front of her had become a source of comfort for her vision and orisa could finally hear nothing. the 'happy birthdays' had stopped, the applause had evaporated into thin air, and the sound of the torn wrapping paper didn't even reach her anymore. everything was perfectly silent, just as she wanted it to be, but this didn’t mean that orisa was losing track of what was going on in her surroundings. her eyes now wandering around her, the young woman could dexterously see everything; the birthday cake being cut, the glass of water that amanda had just poured for herself, her boyfriend's hand (gio reyna) wrapped around her waist, and jude not far away.

especially jude.

the shirt he was wearing made him look even better tonight, and orisa could see it too. across from her, a few chairs away, the young woman let her gaze linger on him for a few seconds. there was no risk of being caught while she was ogling him, because never in two years had he really paid attention to her. orisa couldn't blame him, surely most of the women around this table professed more beauty than she would ever have access to, not even with her fingertips. amanda being the perfect example.

her pupils quickly caught her best friend's blonde hair slowly beginning to touch her bare shoulder, a simple dress on her body for the occasion. the conclusion that amanda was leaning in to whisper a question came just as quickly when sounds snapped orisa out of her slumber, "do you want a piece of cake baby?"

her eyelids fluttered for a second before orisa simply nodded, still too much in her own world for her to speak. wordlessly, she then handed her immaculate white plate to her best friend who took the opportunity to serve her one of the larger pieces of cake, knowing full well that orisa was particularly fond of the flavour. the thoughtful gesture of her best friend made her smile, but the young woman quickly returned to her thoughts, food now in tow.

the only problem was that staring into space while trying to bring a spoon to your mouth properly was proving to be difficult to do. so the piece on the cutlery soon found its way to orisa's dress. on her lower belly, the satin pink fabric no longer looked good with the stain that now marred it. a small disappointed sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she contemplated her stupidity with sadness.

in a human reflex, she finally raised her head and her gaze at the same time to make sure that no one had had the chance to see this unfortunate accident happen. looking around the table, she thought she had slipped through the cracks as everyone seemed too engrossed in her conversation, but a familiar smirk cut her short, for it did not belong to just anyone. jude was smiling, mockingly no doubt, and orisa felt her face flush as quickly as her dress had become stained.

of the fifty or so people in the room, it had to be him who had seen the scene.

in apparent panic, orisa offered him a pinched smile, reflecting the embarrassment that was crossing her body at the same time as it appeared on her face. jude's mocking expression changed to a more benevolent one, his features softening gently to let her know that it was nothing. he then looked away to gregor kobel who seemed to have something very important to tell him by the insistence he put on squeezing his shoulder with his hand.

with the visual exchange broken, orisa regained some of the confidence she had lost after her interaction with the boy. wedging the piece of cake between her thumb and forefinger on her dress to eat it, she really didn't expect to find jude's dark, piercing gaze on her again. deciding not to let embarrassment control her emotions for once, she placed her finger on her lips vertically, whispering a small shh to signal him to keep what he had seen a secret.

surprisingly, the girl's gesture seemed to trigger hilarity in the footballer who let out a small laugh and shook his head continuously while maintaining eye contact with her. immediately, the young woman's lips stretched in a pretty way as she did her best to hold jude's gaze —who was intimidating her greatly. unfortunately, a small exclamation of amazement from amanda forced orisa to avert her eyes from her horrified expression.

"what happened to your dress? nooo," in a familiar dramatization to amanda, the young woman brought her hand to her mouth while observing the stain with an apparent pout on her face. "we have to clean it up, come on," without giving her any more choice, the blonde clasped orisa's hand in hers before dragging her to the nearest bathroom.

in a hurry, she tried to find jude's gaze again by turning to him one last time but she was already too far from the table and the bodies forming a shapeless mass covered her eyes from catching a glimpse.

the water was running as orisa clung to the sink as much as she could to make amanda's job —who was frantically scrubbing the stain off her dress— easier. inaudible sounds were coming from her best friend's mouth as she rambled on about how much she was enjoying this birthday dinner, but orisa, as usual, was not listening. the pretty brown eyes of jude were too inscribed in her memory, so she listened even less. except when his name rang in her ear and the young woman almost automatically raised her head towards amanda, now very interested.

"i saw you guys look at each other earlier," the girl said suggestively and orisa rolled her eyes; amanda tended to extrapolate every little sign or gesture she observed, often too much. raising an eyebrow, the brunette questioned the blonde on what she was getting at and the latter continued, "like, really look at each other."

orisa shrugged with a nonchalance she knew only too well, "he saw me stain my dress, that's all."

now pulling the young woman toward the dryer in the restaurant's bathroom, amanda tried her best to dry the wet area of her dress, replying, "you should go and talk to him," her suggestion made orisa laugh —her best friend often forgot that not everyone was her.

"and what would i say?" the brunette was not shy, not at all. if someone came to talk to her, she would gladly entertain the conversation, but she would never engage for the simple reason that people got on her nerves most of the time. orisa was forced to believe that when one was alone, one was fine and that nothing and no one could disturb that inner peace.

"hey sexy man, i've been in love with you for two years now, kiss me," amanda flickered her eyes with exaggeration, making orisa's face wince violently as she watched the vision of horror unfold before her eyes; mouth agape and fake innocence from her best friend.

"right," laughed orisa, but seeing that the blonde continued to tug at her face in an ugly seductive expression, she ordered her in unspeakable disgust, "stop that now. it creeps me out."

"fine," amanda relaxed her entire face and went back to drying her best friend's dress, "but you have to do something, please. i'm sure he's interested as well!" she exclaimed and orisa huffed, still undecided.

"if he was interested, he would've tried something surely," the brunette declared as she stared at the wet part on the fabric of her garment that was starting to dry.

"that's not true. look at you! have you tried something with him? no. yet, you're interested," turning her gaze on orisa, amanda gave her an accusing look that made the young woman smile, "and you can be really intimidating girl, you know that?" orisa raised an eyebrow, not believing a word of it, "that's what gio told me a little after we started dating. he said he was intimidated by you because you seemed really self-assured and cool," the blonde laughed, thinking back to the memory.

a pout came over orisa's face; she wasn't sure if being intimidating was a quality, especially if it repelled people. considering her friend's proposal further, the pretty brunette finally breathed out in defeat, "ok fine. i'll go see him."

clapping her hands in deliberate excitement, amanda finished drying her friend's dress and exclaimed, "ok look at the trick," the blonde stood at the other end of the room before starting to walk seductively towards orisa, extending her legs towards her in a confident manner. then, finally, at her side, she exaggeratedly bumped into the brunette's shoulder and started to smile. with a falsely stunned look on her face and a hand in front of her mouth in the shape of an 'o', amanda apologized, "oh my-i'm so sorry jude, i didn't see you. did i hurt you?" she put her hand on the girl's shoulder, a concerned look on her face, and orisa started to giggle.

"is that how you seduced gio?" with a mocking look, orisa waited for amanda's answer, which soon came.

"of course!" the latter answered confidently, making her blond hair fly behind her back, finally heading towards the exit theatrically, "men are weak, come on!" opening the door of the toilets wide, she signalled with a wave of her hand to orisa that it was her turn to go in.

with her feet back on the dark parquet floor of the restaurant, the brunette noticed that everyone had stood up, ready to leave the place to return to amanda and gio's, where the evening would end later in the night. she scanned all the people but unfortunately could not find jude with her eyes.

with a small, disappointed sigh, she walked over to the chair where she had left her coat and tucked it between her two arms, not wanting to put it on until going outside to amanda's car. without her best friend —who had gone to say goodbye to some friends— or anyone to distract her, orisa quickly fell back into her thoughts and no longer paid attention to her surroundings. only, when a male voice rose in the air and a sweet perfume that the german girl recognised well reached her nose, she found herself forced to look away from the source of the noise.

"you know, you can take your arms off. i've seen the stain before," it was jude who spoke his words with a laugh, a smile on his lips that would make more than one fall under his spell.

with a sneer stretching the corner of her mouth, orisa let one of her eyebrows rise before a giggle escaped her throat at the boy's comment. uncovering her stomach with her arms, she let the stain uncovered for jude's eyes and he smiled wider.

"it’s actually not that bad," he said, looking more closely at the fabric.

orisa's fingers trailed over the still wet spot in a small pout, "i'm kinda sad. it's one of my favourite dresses." jude nodded his head in agreement, indicating that he too thought this dress was very pretty, or maybe it was her.

there was a moment of hesitation when orisa felt jude’s gaze wander over her entire body discreetly, yet obvious enough for the young woman who felt her skin heat up under his burning eyes. it wasn't even intentional on the boy's part, to analyze her this way, to undress her with his gaze, to not be able to stop himself, but she was far too beautiful to be real.

her caramel skin glowed under the yellow lights of the restaurant and he wondered how soft it would be if he had the chance to touch it, to brush it with his fingertips, and her eyes covered with long curled lashes that flickered gently towards him could make him swear that the glint in her pupils would be enough to make him forget his name.

orisa parted her lips in a confused, almost stunned expression; no one had ever looked at her like that. an emotion unfamiliar to the girl lurked behind the boy's big, chocolate eyes; desire, envy. never had a boy made it so clear to orisa how beautiful he found her with a look, a simple look. no words or sounds had been necessary for the footballer who possessed just that look, the one that was fatal to anyone.

turning his two irises into the brunette's which were gleaming nicely, the boy lost himself for a few seconds as he opened his mouth, ready to speak, but it was amanda’s voice announcing to everyone that it was time to leave that took over.

they came out of the torpor in which they had immersed themselves for a few seconds that had seemed like hours, sharing chuckles harmonising in perfect synchronicity. two embarrassed smiles, based on lower lips stuck between their teeth, took half of their respective faces.

"should we go?" with a thumb pointed behind him to the door not far from them, orisa approved his words while putting on her coat.

their path to the exit was full of a tension-filled silence that still hadn't faded since their carnal eye contact a few minutes earlier. jude's shoulder occasionally brushed against the woman's with a disconcerting lightness. it was neither too much nor too little. in a perfect balance, the boy seemed to know perfectly well what to do in order to get a reaction from orisa's body, which blushed repeatedly as soon as she found herself perhaps too close to him.

to finish her off, he took two or three steps ahead of her to make sure he managed to open the door wide, before inviting her like a perfect gentleman to pass through. with a soft laugh that delighted jude's ear to perfection, she thanked him.

"so...are you going to amanda's after party?" orisa asked innocently, waddling to her feet to forget the cold that was freezing her to the bone, now standing on the pavement adjacent to the restaurant. in reality, she knew very well that he was coming since amanda had made her guest list with her, but she had to make conversation while waiting to see her best friend's blonde hair.

with a simple nod, he answered her question without returning it, preferring to ask her another, more pertinent one, "how are you getting there?"

"um..." orisa swept her gaze along the pavement to her left, finally noticing her best friend's white car right next to them. amanda was currently getting into it, gio taking control of the steering wheel beside her. when the girl's blue eyes met orisa's green ones, she gave her a smile filled with innuendo, seeing her so close to jude.

with her index finger finally pointed at the young woman, the brunette continued, "probably aman-" but her friend's exaggerated gestures in the car made her stop dead in her tracks. with crosses made of both arms, thumbs down and fingers waving from right to left, orisa finally understood perfectly the message her best friend was trying to convey. as did jude, who wore a nice mocking smirk on his lips when the young woman turned back towards him.

"probably you?" orisa finally dared to ask the player with a grimace, her cheeks on fire from the moment of embarrassment she had just experienced because of (or thanks to) amanda. a soft laugh found its way to jude's lips and orisa was speechless for a few moments, intensifying the grip of her arms under her chest. how did such a banal sound turn into a tireless melody in the boy's mouth?

"probably me, yeah," he was still looking at her with that same happy look on his face before inviting her with a nod to follow him to his car, "i parked a little far away, sorry. i know it's cold," jude continued, letting his gaze trail over the bare legs of the girl beside him.

"it’s fine," orisa replied, flashing him a reassuring smile. in fact, the walk could last all evening and she'd still be delighted to spend time with him. "sorry about her," a small grimace pulled at the young woman's facial expression as she thought back to her best friend and her behaviour; if jude didn't know before tonight that orisa was interested in him, he definitely knew now.

denying her words with his head, the player didn't let go of his smile, "don't worry. i love amanda."

"as you should. everybody loves amanda," orisa replied with all the seriousness in the world written in her facial features. her best friend would forever be the best person she had met since she was born. she couldn't understand if anyone found a dislike for her.

a hmm from the boy confirmed the girl's words but in reality, on the tip of his tongue, jude had a simple, infernal urge to tell her that no matter how amazing amanda was, he only had eyes for her, all of her.

finally opening the passenger door of the car for her, orisa thanked him kindly before taking a seat. her dress was pulled up slightly over her thighs and in an absolutely voluntary way, she decided not to change anything about it; more uncovered skin would perhaps serve to charm the young man more.

and as he sat down beside her, she felt his gaze trail furtively over her skin and the fabric that no longer really covered it. a smile took possession of her mouth as he finally started to drive towards the house of their respective best friends.

to fill the silence that had settled, jude bit his lower lip before finally beginning to speak, "so, how's uni? gio told me you were thinking about doing a semester abroad?" regardless of his wishes, the boy had just revealed to the young woman that he was asking his teammate about her, and the thought delighted her.

"uh yeah. i might go to spain but it's nothing that i'm sure of yet," shrugging, she sent him a small smile which he returned before refocusing his gaze on the road ahead.

with the car closed in a new silence and nothing to distract her, orisa felt much more the pain that paralyzed her feet, stuck in heels surely much too high for her. the decision to lean towards them to remove them was then made rather quickly but her dress decorated with a nice cleavage quickly called her to order and she held the fabric by her free hand, the other too busy handling with difficulty the buckle of her heels in the hope of finally being freed.

the red light coming from the traffic light on the side of the car illuminated the two young adults in it and jude had to admit that he took advantage of it to slip a few furtive glances towards orisa, observing her every move. the dress that slipped and went up more on the top of her thighs developed with rapidity the boy's imagination which reached its peak when, the young woman feeling his look on her, abandoned a little her grip on her cleavage to reveal more of her chest. the saliva passed with difficulty through the trachea of the footballer who tried not to seem too insistent in his gaze on her beauty and sublime body.

wanting to play with him more, when she had finished removing her second shoe, her fingers came to caress skillfully along her leg as she straightened in her seat. acting as if she couldn't see him watching her up and down, orisa twirled her brown curls over one shoulder, her neck now exposed for the boy's brown eyes to see, which instantly went to the cleared patch of skin, swallowing hard.

tons of scenarios ran through his mind about what he could do to her if she gave him the chance. he thought of all the kisses he could trace in a line down her neck, of how he could slide that dress off her body and feel her burning skin against his if she would let him. and when orisa finally turned her smiling face towards him, her fleshy mouth finished him off. the curve of her cupid's bow left no room for doubt as to how perfectly her lips would magnetize to his in perfect synchronicity.

jude had never wanted anyone as much as he did at that moment and his body was on fire. the burning in his belly was roaring and new flames were feeding it every second. he was even beginning to believe that nothing could ever put it out, not even a whole river.

but Jude was wrong, and it wasn't water that put an end to the fire in his body, but two fingers snapping in front of his face and a blinding green light on his drawn facial features. a melodious laugh from orisa finally woke him up from his state and he watched the mocking smile on her lips in incomprehension.

"it’s green," she finally declared, pointing to the traffic light that was just waiting for jude to start up again and turn red once more. she watched his confused face morph into a more serene expression as he stammered incomprehensible murmurs that surely sounded like apologies, finally stepping on the accelerator as a horn behind him triggered another laugh from orisa.

men really were weak.

in palpable uncertainty, he continued to give her sweet looks every five seconds as the beautiful german girl held back a mocking smile on her lips. letting out a small sigh, jude finally found the courage to admit his thoughts to her, "you look absolutely stunning tonight, orisa," the young woman's name sounded divine in the boy's mouth and she couldn't hold back the growing smile on her lips.

so weak.

after a thank you and heart-shaped eyes, the young woman questioned him, wanting to know more about the background of the boy's thoughts, "why didn't you ever tell me that before? i mean, why didn't you ever try anything?" she honestly didn't know where this sudden burst of courage came from but she didn't complain, seeing how her words seemed to throw the boy off balance.

"would you have liked me to try something?" he replied, unsure of himself and the impact of his words, but when a smile curved her lips, he relaxed a little. nodding, she confirmed his words with an honesty that stunned the boy —in a good way.

a clearing of his throat and he was able to put his thoughts into words, "well...i feel like i've tried, but," he took a deep breath, "you weren't really receptive so i thought you weren't interested," he finally admitted, the inside of his cheek tingling and the skin of his palms sweating, the frown on her face and the confused expression of the young woman didn't help matters.

"when?" was her simple question as she couldn't remember a move from the boy. yes, there had been glances, smiles, exchanges of conversation, surely a mutual attraction, but never anything more. for two years, jude and orisa had decided to leave their feelings in abeyance, both unsure if what they seemed to be feeling was reciprocated.

"uhm, i don't know. i didn't try as in like trying but...i invited you to several games in the hope to talk a little bit with you but, you only came to one and didn't really speak to me. also on my birthday, i thought...i don't know," he breathed heavily, shrugging his shoulders, not daring to look her in the eyes as he was so intimidated by her gaze, "i thought we would have a chance to talk but same. so, i didn't know if it was the universe or you that was trying to tell me that you weren't interested," he ended up giving her a furtive little look with a shy smile on his lips.

orisa huffed as she thought back to the memory and disappointment she'd felt that night when their conversation had amounted to a simple greeting before one of his teammates took him away from the young woman, leaving her frustrated with what the night could have been.

"i'm sorry. i get caught up a lot with uni and when i go out i'm just really tired and just...in my thoughts. so, it may have seemed like i wasn't interested but really i am. on your birthday i was so disappointed when we didn't get more time to talk 'cause...i wished we could talk all the time really," she returned a shy smile and hopeful eyes after her monologue and the little dimples that appeared on her face drove jude crazy and he swore he was going to throw himself on her lips.

containing his impulse, he simply widened his smile as he decelerated, finally arriving at their destination. then, with his body turned towards her, he confessed that he too would love to have more time to talk with her.

this is indeed what they set out to do once they were inside. the evening was in full swing, and jude and orisa had found a perfect spot on a sofa, out of sight. initially somewhat shy, whether in their body language or verbal, they had ended up being very comfortable with each other. so comfortable that the space between their bodies was a mirage with jude now letting his arm rest on orisa's shoulders. when the girl laughed a little too loudly at one of the boy's jokes, her fingers would trail over his chest innocently, her other hand too busy feeling jude's muscular thigh under her touch.

they talked until they had no saliva left, stared at each other until they were blind, shivered under each other's touch until they were cold, and then talked some more. orisa listened to him rant about the glass someone had just broken next to them, complaining in displeasure because it could be dangerous, and using it as an excuse to pull the woman closer to him. 'to make sure you’re safe' he had whispered into her ear as the girl laughed and felt a flurry of butterflies in her lower belly erupt.

later on, when he began to caress her shoulder with his thumb, unable to believe that the young woman's skin could be so soft, orisa swore that the butterflies would never leave again. especially when he started to lean dangerously towards her face with an adorable smile on his lips. like two idiots, they looked deeply into each other's eyes without either of them finding the courage to take the first step and maybe, for once, try something.

luckily orisa had a best friend, the best of all, amanda. the young woman alerted the two young adults with a little 'hey' and caught their attention, finally being able to tell them it was time to do something. sticking her two hands together, twisting her mouth into a kiss or intertwining her fingers together under the exasperation of gio who dragged her away, declaring to leave them alone, the message had been sent.

as amanda was trailed out of their sight by her boyfriend, jude and orisa burst out laughing in each other's arms. the laughing atmosphere that hovered above soon turned into a more serious one, however, when jude moistened his lips and began to stare at the young woman's with insistence. in a soft whisper, filled with desire for her, he asked her softly, bringing his face closer to hers, "maybe we should give amanda what she wants?

his proposal sounded so innocent and yet orisa's heart began to beat so fast that it forgot a few beats in the process. intoxicated by the boy's scent and his perfect face that came even closer, his warm breath hitting her skin finally made her doubt go away and letting her fingers wrap around his neck, their noses now brushed against each other. she rubbed them gently together with a panting breath and growing impatient, jude let out a grunt of displeasure before finally crashing his lips onto the girl's breathless ones.

placing her second hand on the back of his neck, she deepened it, unable to think straight about what was happening to her. she became very aware of jude's hands on her body pressing insistently on her skin, her waist, her cheek, and her hips. She became very aware too of their teeth clashing together, their breaths intermingling and the way his mouth melted perfectly over hers. orisa felt like he was everywhere and her skin was definitely burning for him.

despite her being right up against his chest, jude wanted more, always more. a strange feeling that it wasn't enough was building in his belly alongside the butterflies so he took the matter in his hands and grabbing her waist, invited her closer, again. orisa's body and her dress embellished with a stain he'd seen being made became one with his and jude couldn't be a happier man.

the boy's firm grip around her waist as it moved down to her hips was driving orisa crazy, and she’ll probably not even get three words out after she’ll peel herself away from jude. this was confirmed when, breathless and with their foreheads kissing each other, she could only smile in a euphoric giggle, which he quickly returned. a few seconds later, like an avid need, he invited her back into another kiss even more passionate than the first —as if that was possible.

orisa, who was far too often in her own world, had to admit that she was beginning to really enjoy the one that jude was offering her through his kiss, the one they were beginning to build together.

surely, she could get used to it quickly, to him and his warm lips against hers.

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the-nation-of-today · 2 months ago

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All the sinners are sent to rest

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dontexpectmuch · 2 years ago

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“could you like, stand still for a second, maybe? i’m not asking for much, am i?” you sighed for the nthed time.

seated on the bathroom counter, legs apart with jude standing between them, his big hands resting your thighs, fingers drumming against them. you already had your fluffy headband on, pushing your hair out of your face, your face-mask also freshly applied. now, it was judes turn, after he saw you apply the mask on yourself, he came behind you, arms sneaking around your waist as he put his chin on top of your head.

oh, how cute he looked, you thought to yourself. pink under-eye masks resting on his face, a blue, fluffy headband on his hairline, he didn’t really have hair that needed to be pushed out of his face. still, he insisted for the full experience of having a self care day, so, he got one.

“’m standin’ still, you’re just strict.” he mumbled, eyes shut, shoulders relaxed.

you wanted to bite his neck, he just looked too good, standing shirtless in-front of you, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“liar.” was all you replied as you finished putting on the cream on his face.

while his eyes were still closed, him thinking you need to prepare a bit more, you took out your phone and took a picture of him, looking all cute and relaxed.

new lock screen wallpaper.

“jude.” you said, positioning your phone in a way for it to capture the both if you, as he confusingly opened his eyes.

as his eyes saw the camera pointing at the two if you, he pushed away and groaned, “dude.” , causing you to giggle and put the phone away.

“alright, bro.” pushing yourself off the counter as well, you now stood in front of him, eyes looking into his, as he sheepishly smiled at you.

“i didn’t mean it like that, c’mon.” his hands now found their way around your waist, stepping closer to you.

“me neither, you know.” it was always a pleasure to mess with him, seeing him getting worked up or mad, it made you feel a certain way.

“when do we wash this off?” he asked, now looking at his reflection on mirror, the bathroom light making his mask shine a bit. you turned around as well, looking at you both with a content smile on your lips.

“around 20 minutes.” was all you said, as you stepped away from jude to clean the counter.

“alright.” was all he said, as he helped you clean everything up in a comfortable silence.

just the two of you, enjoying each other’s company as much as you could.

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corriganatheart · 1 year ago

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His Maddest Desire Final (He LOVES her, but she HATES him) Jude Bellingham x reader

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to Lovers x One-sided love x Dark Romance

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sexual content

6 years ago…

“How old is she?” The doctor asked as he looks at the fragile girl on the bed.

“She’s 12,” Christian L/N says while holding his wife.

The doctor nods and continues to check her vitals. He then opens the unconscious girl’s eyes and checks her pupil. “How long has this been going on?” The doctor questions. Christian looks at the girl on the bed and sighs, “Since she was six.” The doctor glances at the parents suspiciously before examining the little girl again. “I will prescribe her medication to help with her condition. You have to make sure she takes it every day and consistently, or else it’ll get worse.”

Christian L/N and his wife Elena nod and thank the doctor for coming. The doctor then signals for Christian to walk with him outside. Christian lets go of his wife and kisses her forehead before he guides the doctor out.

Present Day

“When was the last time you saw her?” Christian asked his guards. The two males looked at one another before one cleared his throat and spoke carefully, “After her dance with you, she went outside, but we didn’t follow because we thought she needed some air.” Christian watches the security footage of you walking out of the mansion and then disappearing outside. He had his men search the perimeter everywhere, but there was still no sign of you.

“Was there anyone that walked after her?” Christian asked. The guards glanced at one another again and shook their heads. “No, we checked the footage everywhere, and no one walked in the direction she was going.” Christian sighs and stares at the camera footage; still no sign of you. His daughter had been missing for five hours now, and no one was giving him answers. His wife has been calling everyone they knew, and every important people that could help them, but not one person can locate you. “What is Rowan doing?” Christian asked, knowing of his son’s temper. “He’s out looking with his friends," one of the guards said.

Christian checks his phone and dials your number again, but your phone goes straight to voicemail. He aggressively throws his phone across the room, causing the two guards to back up. "BRING ME, EVERYONE, SHE HAD AN INTERACTION WITH!" He demanded.

5 years ago

"Where is Rowan?" you asked Shani as she combed your freshly wet hair. She grabs some hair oil from her daughter Virginia and starts applying it. "He has a friend over," Shani says, "they are playing football in the garden."

You smile, "can we go see them?"

Shani looks at her daughter who was admiring you beside her mother, "Sure."

You hold onto your long summer dress as you walk to Rowan’s football ground. Shani holds an umbrella so you won’t get sunburned, and her daughter carries the picnic basket for Rowan and his friends. “Do you think they’ll let me join?” You asked Shani. She gives you an apologetic look. "I don't think so, dear," she says kindly. You frown and continue to make your way toward Rowan and his friends. As their profile appears, you stare at how your brother kicks the ball into the goal. It was perfect in every way until you saw his friend makes a goal of his own. It was more than perfect, and the way he celebrated by running around the field and taking off his shirt while swinging it like there were thousands of people watching him made you feel happy. He genuinely loved the sport, which was his main source of happiness.

"Who...who is that?" you asked Shani. She glances over your brother and his friend and smiles, "That's Jude Bellingham."

Present Day

"Who was she with all day?" Anastasia asked as she walked back and forth between her room. "She danced with Marcus for a bit and then with Dad," Rowan says. He frustratedly dialed Marcus' phone number, but there was no answer. "I can't fucking reach Jobe either," Anastasia says quietly. Rowan glares at his older sister and then grabs ahold of her wrist. "If we don't find Y/N, who knows what will happen to her. I need you to get all your friends on it too." Anastasia nodded and immediately reached for her phone.

Christian L/N walks into the bedroom to see his wife looking through their family’s photo album. His heart shift in pain as he watches her wipe her tears and continues to flip through photos.

The first time he met his wife was through a charity event. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. It was love at first sight and he knew he had to have her. Unfortunately she was already engaged to a much older man. It was obvious to everyone that she wasn’t happy and was forced to be with the tyrant man. So for a while, he just watched and observed her. Never did he thought that she would approach him and ask him to take her virginity in exchange for money. She wanted to run away, but she had nothing. So in the end, Christian took her and has been protecting her ever since.

Their marriage wasn’t perfect. He has been a cold husband due to work and stress but never once has he forgotten his wife. He loves his family, and safety was important to him so he has doubled his work to make sure they have the best life possible.

“Have you heard anything?” Elena glanced at her husband and asked. Christian shakes his head and lays down on the bed. His head rested on his wife’s thigh as he anxiously thought of the idea of you getting kidnapped. “I think I scared her off,” he mumbled. Elena closes the photo album and runs her hand through her husband's hair. "I told you it was bad to approach her like that. She is barely recovering from Jude's engagement with Anastasia." Christian sighs and remembers the look on your face when it was announced that Jude and Anastasia would marry. You hated the idea more than anyone else. “She was always destined to marry Prince Nikolai,” Christian says, “one day she’ll understand why.”

Elena nods and kisses her husband’s forehead. “Sometimes I wonder how she’ll turn out if she had a normal childhood,” Elena says causing Christian to frown. He really didn’t want to be reminded of the past and how much he failed as a father. “I can only imagine how difficult it must’ve been for her. To this day, she still hasn’t forgiven us and rarely acknowledges us as her parents.” Elena closes her eyes and remember the toddler that she held in her hand. You were the most beautiful baby she has ever laid eyes on, and although you weren’t her biological daughter, she has loved you since the beginning. “My dear, wherever you are, I hope you’re safe.

4 years ago

“He is quite charming, isn’t he?” Anastasia says while making her flower crown. You glance over at Jude, who is chatting with the other boys. It has been a year since you met him, and you have come to like him day by day. “I supposed he is better than the other boys,” you mumbled.

Anastasia smiles and pat your thighs, “his mother is best friend with ours. I heard them joke about being in laws.” Your heart stopped and you look at Anastasia who had a cheeky smile on her face. “I suppose my little sister might marry before me.” You shake your head rapidly, “that cannot happen. I am not blood.”

Anastasia pauses midway to stare at you, “don’t say that Y/N. Mom and dad would not be happy.” You glare at her, “then why must they treat me differently? I am to take that disgusting pill everyday and be under surveillance every seconds!”

At your tone, Anastasia slams her flower crown on the table. “You mustn’t question our family’s treatment. They are doing this for your sake!” You rolled your eyes and got up from your seat. “You wouldn’t understand sister. You are their heir and will be treated lavishly while I am nothing but an pity orphan.”

Anastasia calls after you as you stomp out of the garden. You feel pairs of judgmental eyes, but you could care less. What you said was true. You overheard your dad speak up about the future arrangement between Jude and Anastasia and possibly between you and another person.

Present Day

Anastasia silently stares between her brother and Trent. They were conversing about where you ran off and if someone took you. Trent didn't look pleased when your brother constantly blamed others for your missing. He was aware of your situation and the stuff you went through when you were a child, and it didn't help that your family bluntly kept it a secret from you and everyone else.

"This wouldn't have happened if you just told her!" Trent yells while aggressively typing on the computer.

"Tell her what, Arnold! That she was kidnapped as a kid and ended up having schizophrenia!" Rowan shouts.

Anastasia sighs and gets out her phone. She scrolls down to the person that she hasn't contacted for years. "Should I try Jobe?" Anastasia mumbles. Both Rowan and Trent look over at her as she dials his number, hands trembling. "It's pretty fucking obvious that she imagined something in her head and followed whatever the scenario was. When she was only six, she got kidnapped, which traumatized her. Ever since the accident, she hasn't been the same and would make up scenarios in her head like our parents were not her biological parents. She even once accused our mother of trying to kill her, and Anastasia was trying to drown her," Rowan says.

Trent's jaws clenched as he aggressively looked through security footage. You were like a sibling to him and his dear friend. He would hate it if something were to happen to you. "She should've been sent to a hospital long ago to get help!" Trent screamed. "The goddamn medicine didn't help, and who knows if she has been taking them!"

"She stopped taking them her teenage year when she entered middle school," Anastasia sighs. "I wanted to help her. I didn't want her to think she was different from us, so I never said anything when she didn't take her meds. But it only made things worse because she would say that I was bullying her, and in her mind, I was a villain, and everyone was against her. And Jude, Oh god," Anastasia sobs.

Rowan looks up at the ceiling and fists his knuckle. "We will find her, and she'll be ok."

Present Day

"Where are we?" You asked while scanning the cabin in the middle of the wood.

Jude smiles and walks over to the fireplace, "It's my secret hidden home," he says.

You smile and look around the small, cozy cabin. "Seems out of place for you."

He smiles and continues to set the living room up for you. "We found it together silly," Jude says.

You look at him with a confused face. Jude continues to put more wood in the fireplace as he whistles. "What do you mean?" you asked while walking closer to him.

Jude pauses midway before slowly throwing the last wood in, and the fire reflects on his face. You stare at him as he gets up from the floor and faces you. His mouth twitches as he stares at you, "you don't remember?" He asked.

Your heart beats rapidly as he slowly moves toward you, eyes never leaving yours. "You killed me here Y/N."

3 years ago

"Happy Birthday, Rowan!" everyone shouted, and fireworks immediately filled the sky.

You look over at your brother, who was loving the attention that he was getting. "Everyone gets a new Rolex!"

The crowd goes wild, and all the girls start rushing over at your brother, causing you to get pushed back away from everyone. "This is lame," you mumbled.

You hear a low chuckle, causing you to turn around. Standing behind you was Jude Bellingham, in casual jeans and a t-shirt, yet he looked better than all the boys combined. "A middle schooler shouldn't be around high schoolers. It's a very bad idea," he chuckles. You frown and walk away from him before your brother spots you. "Aye!" you hear Jude calls after you.

Your heart races as you feel him following you. The boy you have always been interested in is finally giving you the time of his day, yet you are running away. How pathetic. "Y/N, wait! You'll get lost; it's very dangerous out here!" Jude calls after you. "Leave me alone, Bellingham! Stop treating me like everyone else!"

You start picking up your pace, entering the wood, away from everyone.

Since that kidnap incident involving your father's enemy, everyone has been monitoring you like crazy. Everywhere you go, four of your father's bodyguards must follow you, and today was only an exception because it was your brother's birthday, and he requested that all guards stay a distance from the high schoolers.

"Y/N, please," Jude says, and you finally feel his hands around your wrist.

You turn around and realize that you guys are now far from the party, but you can still hear the laughter of teenagers from afar. "It was not the best idea for Rowan to have a party in the middle of the woods," Jude mumbles, looking around the dark forest. "Relax, this is a private party owned by my dad," you said.

Jude smiles and intertwines his fingers with yours, "Come, I heard from Rowan that he has a secret cabin that he brings girls to."

You turn to where the party is and then glance at Jude warily. He smiles down at you and caresses your face. "I'll protect you," he says. And with no hesitation, you follow him deep into the woods.

Present Day

"Jude," you whisper as you back away, heart beating uncontrollably and mind more confused than ever. "Remember you stabbed me after I said Anastasia will be my wife?" You continue to back away while shaking your head, trying to remember everything that happened that night. "I am nothing but a fragment of your imagination. This whole time, you have imagined me. You have been creating situations in your head that have never happened because you feel guilty for what you did to me. Accept it, love; you have a mental illness and need help. Unlike me, you can get help."

Your back hits the cold wall, and you whimper; Jude smirks and glances at something on the floor. He then walks over to it and picks something up. Your heart immediately pauses at what he has in hand. A rusty knife that looks like it has an old blood stain on it. "Ha, there it is," Jude chuckles and holds up the knife.

At the sight of the knife, you immediately remembered what happened that night. You confess to Jude, and Jude sadly says that he will have to be with Anastasia in the future. And as if your body negatively reacted to that, your mind went blank, and from then on, you don't remember what happened. The next thing you know, your parents drag you out of the house with blood all over you.

"Just like what you did to me, it's time you join me, love," Jude says while walking towards you.

As your body shakes against the wall, Jude smiles and kindly hands the knife to you. "I'm waiting," he says.

You look down at the rusty old knife and think of what happened and how the boy you have been madly in love with was killed by your own hand. This past year was nothing but a fragment of your imagination that has only gotten worse and more real because of your refusal to get help and take medication. After losing Jude, you became a mess and refused to get help from anyone. Only then did your parents decide to let you live out your teenage years before they would send you away. But they never knew that your condition had only gotten worse, and even though they kept you in the house and under surveillance, in your mind, they were nothing but villains. It has never occurred to you that your mind was playing games with you and that Jude never said those sweet words to you. You never found out if Jude was ever interested in you or had feelings for you. But the only thing you found out was he was destined to be with your sister, which truly hurt you. In the end, you end up hurting the one person who kept you sane, and in his hand, you will also die.

"Jude, I-I'm sorry," you softly said as you reached for the knife. "I will join you so you don't have to wait anymore. I love you so much; you are my maddest desire," you smile softly as you hold the knife to your throat. You close your eyes and think of the first time you ever looked at him and how his voice sounded when he laughed at your brother's bad joke. He was perfect, the perfection that you have always desired. With no guilt in your heart, you smile and move your hand closer to your neck.

"Y/N!!!!!!!"

Two Years Later - Epilogue

Sometimes, we want things we can't have, and sometimes we ignore things that want us. It is human nature to desire perfection, even though perfection might be out of our vocabulary. People that were born rich don't want to be rich. People born a star want to be normal, and people born a peasant want to be a star. The universe is twisted, causing many people to fall into mental illness, whether it is depression, anxiety, ADHD, or schizophrenia. We can never have things we truly desire, and that causes many of us to go mad.

"Anastasia!" someone shouts, causing her to look up from her phone. Anastasia slightly moves her foot to block the elevator door from closing. She smiles at the boy who joins her in the elevator. "How are you, Jobe?'

Jobe smiles and clicks the 5th-floor button. "Great!"

She nodded, and they quietly rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

Anastasia softly smiled as she watched Jobe happily walk to their designated room. It has been a while since she has seen Jobe all smiling, but after the good news last month, he has become himself again.

"Ready?" Jobe asked before opening the door. Anastasia nodded, and they both walked into the warm, cozy room filled with flowers and sunlight.

"Good morning, Jude," she says.

Jude, who has awoken from a coma a month ago, lays down the book in his hand and smiles at them. "Good morning."

10 hours later

"Are you sure about this?" Rowan asked his older sister as she entered the house. Anastasia nodded at her brother and looked at the numerous security; from surveillance to doorbell cameras, security was uptight. Pleased with that, she counts the guards and staff in the house, at least fifty, maybe even more. "You missed Dad; he left an hour ago," Rowan says as he follows his sister upstairs. "Mom's mastectomy is coming up; I'm sure he wants to be there for her," Anastasia mumbled. Rowan looks down at his feet as he goes upstairs, "Trent is in another country for his match. Will he be back for your birthday?" Rowan asks his sister while glancing at the silver ring on her ring finger. Anastasia softly smiles and places her hand on her stomach, "He will. I have a surprise for him."

Standing in front of the door, Anastasia and her brother sigh. They both prepare their heart and smiles at one another. Rowan holds ahold of his sister's hand and nods. He opens the door, and they enter the warm, sunlight-filled room. Anastasia looked around the room, and many books were lying on the floor as maids picked them back up and put them where they belonged. The bed was also messy, and the vases were lying on the floor. In one corner, two nurses were talking to one another as they held up the bottle of pills.

Rowan and Anastasia look over at the figure standing in front of the window, staring out blankly and barely moving. "What is her update today?" Anastasia asked, and immediately the nurses made their way toward the siblings. "She woke up claiming that Jude was going to take her out on a fancy date, and since we wouldn't let her leave, she started fighting."

Anastasia nodded, "Has she taken her pills?"

The nurses look at one another and then glance at Rowan, who isn't looking anywhere but at his younger sister. They then looked at Anastasia, who was intensely staring at them, "Yes, she has."

Anastasia nods and turns around, "Make sure she continues to take her medications," she says and smirks as she walks away from her younger sister, whom she has always been jealous of.

The End

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httpsdana · 2 years ago

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please can u do prompt 56 with jude belligham love youuuu <3

Secret~Jude Bellingham

*GIF is not mine. credits to the owner*

ahhh I have such a soft spot for Jude. This takes place back during the world cup. I thought it would be more fun.I'm getting faster at writing that's exciting.

you can request from my prompt list

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56-"mate, that's my sister!"

y/n was the sister of the one and only Marcus Rashford. The star of Man United as well as the English National team.

y/n and Marcus had a close relationship. They were like best friends. She was always and I mean always there at his matches and practices.

So when her brother started his practice with the English team, she was excited to meet the new players and the old ones too.

The first guy that caught her eye, was Jude Bellingham. For some reason, she felt attracted to him. She felt a weird tension between him and her. And she knew he felt the same.

However, the first thing her brother said after sensing her attraction to his teammate was:

"don't even think of it. my rules never change: teammates are off limits"

This didn't stop her from getting closer to Jude. They got closer and closer until he eventually asked her out, and soon enough he asked her to be his girlfriend.

that's why, they had to keep their relationship a secret. Mostly from Marcus but that's not the point.

Back to the present time. It was the last minutes of the match between France and England, and it wasn't looking good for the English team.

After Harry Kane missed the penalty, they were trying their hardest. But the French defense was too much.

The referee blew his whistle, indicating that England was knocked out and Frace moved to the semi-finals.

y/n felt her heart break a bit as she saw the disappointment on her boyfriend's face. She moved her gaze from her lover to her brother, who looked like he was holding back tears.

She got up from her seat in the stands and walked down to the lockers where she would be meeting her brother.

She gave her brother a sympathetic smile when he walked to her.

"hey Marcus. how are you feeling?" she asked carefully, knowing he might snap at her.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. However he smiled at his sister making her relax a bit

"we could've won that but I won't blame Harry for that. They were too strong. But its fine still got a chance in the future" he gave her a small smile.

Knowing its not genuine, she gave him a big hug, tightening her grip around him when she heard his quiet sobs.

Soon they let go of each other, and Marcus left to take a shower and change his clothes.

y/n walked into the lockers while Marcus was showering. She saw her boyfriend sitting in the end of the room on one of the benches, with his face in his hands.

"aw baby" she mumbled walking closer to him.

She sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"hey baby. you were great out there. don't overthink anything. you still have a chance in the future. you're only 19 love" she whispered in his ear rubbing his shoulder in comfort

He raised his head from his hands and looked at her. His eyes were red and puffy meaning that he was crying

"oh darling don't cry please" she murmured pulling him into a hug. He started crying into her neck, his grip around her waist tightening when she ran her hand through his curls

"what is happening here?" a very angry voice made her snap her head towards its direction

A fuming Marcus was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest

Jude removed his head from his girlfriend's neck to look at him.

"mate, that's my sister!" Marcus snapped, making both of them flinch

"Marcus..." she said quietly getting up from Jude's embrace

"no no don't Marcus me right now. I've told you from day one that my teammates are off limits, yet you decided to mess with one of them" he hissed, furrowing his eyebrows at the couple in front of him

"mate she's not messing with me. we're dating. we have been for a few motnhs now. But she was too afraid to tell you because of how you would react. And now I see why she didn't tell you. Are you really gonna be angry because your sister is happy?" Jude got up from his seat and walked closer to his girl

He put his hand on her back and saw as Marcus's face softened a bit

"whatever. I'm not in the mood of fighting anyways. I'll let you two date. I'm gonna stop my sister from being happy, even if that meant that you'll be with one of my teammates" he smiled a bit as his sister's face lit up

she ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around his taller frame

"thank you thank you thank you" she rambled with a wide smile on her face

"finish whatever you're doing here and follow me. I'll be waiting in the car" he patted her head before walking out of the lockers

y/n turned to Jude who was mirroring her own smiles. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly

"I love you Jude" she mumbled into his chest

He grabbed her head, removing it from his chest so he can see her face.

He attached their lips into a sweet kiss before kissing her forehead a couple times too.

"I love you more darling" he whispered

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mchlgayser · 2 years ago

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Hey babe. If you takin' requests, please write a long one for jude bellingham where the reader is comforting him after loosing a league or sum like that. Thanks. ❤️

𓂃⭑ᜊ: BAD DAY ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Icl but I don't know whether I'm capable on writing long but I'll try my best just for you (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑). I hope you enjoy babes xx

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The start of the match was going smoothly, they were leading with 2-0, everyone is beyond happy, you, friends, families, the players. Everyone is on cloud nine, they are winning, it was nearing the end so they are 99% sure they'll win but why? Why is the opposite team catching up with one penalty kick and one corner kick, why are there suddenly catching up and put an absolute end to their euphoria? The match ended with BVB losing by one goal, the other team are catching up in the last fifteen minute with three goals.

You saw it. Jude's crumbling, he's sorrow. This a not what he's expecting, definitely not this. He was beyond prepared for the match so he was certain he could win. But no. He lost.

You watch him, sharing his grief, your eyes welling up with tears, your nose flaring as your chest heaves up and down aggressively. You are sad as it was, you can't imagine how he must be feeling right now, devastated perhaps.

You leave the stadium and marched to the locker room seeing the players coming out from the tunnel, you turn your head all around to find your beloved, he finally comes out, head down in shame.

You were practically running off to him and flew to his side, he was shocked but soon relaxed realizing that it was just you. 'Oh hey,' He huffs in pure disappointment 'Can't believe you came to watch just to saw how bad I fucked up' You attached yourself to him 'Aw come on, you guys did your best, you did your best. I am so proud of you Judy!' You said, palms to his cheeks and rubbing them over your thumbs. He leaned over your touch, and for a moment he forgot about the match 'We should go!' He said, hand in yours before he drags you inside the locker room so he can change.

After he was done, you both exited the place to his car 'I drive okay? You can rest if you want, you needed it anyway.' He was staring at you before he bops 'Alright, thanks.' He made his way to the passenger seat whilst you were in the driver's seat.

The drive home is quiet but not uncomfortably, it was a calming silence, both you nor he exchanged words but the presence is enough.

It was a fifteen minutes ride until you made to your apartment. Jude smile at you and left the car, haven't spoken since. You locked the car seeing him already treading inside. You get inside already hearing the shower running. You place your stuff to the table and walk to where he was.

Knocking on the door, you called out for him 'Jude can I come in?' The shower tap closed, he was silent but so were you. You are not trying to interrupt him but you wanted to help.

'Yes?' He was trying his best to stay calm but his voice betrayed him, it croaks at the end and you are sure he is crying, you twist the knob seeing him inside the tub. His head over your form 'Jude?' The silence in the room made it visible for you to hear his muffle sniffling.

You inched closer to him, crouching near the tub and hand over his shoulder, his body flinches at your cold sudden touch 'Look at me...' You assure, he was having a hard time and you aware.

Alas, he turn over, and you examined his stained-tear face, eyes red and almost protruding, 'Aw love!' You grab his face, one hand on his cheek and the other at the back of his neck caressing it soothingly 'Don't cry, don't feel bad. You gonna make me cry love,' You frown at him, wiping his tears that are welling up again, you take his half-wet frame to you, and head on your chest 'You know what, cry. Cry all you want, let it all out.' You reassured, he drape arms over your midsection, head burying on your stomach 'I was so ready! I wanted to win! I wanted to make you proud and I failed, terribly!' You pat his back multiple times in a comforting manner 'You still make me proud Jude, doesn't matter win or lose, I'm still proud because I know you put your bestest.'

You finally broke off the hug, eyes came into contact with his 'Now come, let's get you a bath!' You helped him put the shampoo and help him bathe though you know he probably didn't even need it. You get the small tower draping over his head and drying it clean 'There!' He looks up at you, hand over your forearm to bring you closer 'Kiss?' He voiced out, you let a small breathy chuckle and went to peck his lip 'I hope you feel better?' He hums getting up and getting a towel 'I'm gonna get your clothes ready right?' He nods watching you leave the bathroom.

You readied him a pair of black cotton shirts and short sweatpants, Jude came out asking for his clothes, you passed them to him and left the room to let him get ready. While he did that, you take the opportunity to prepare some stuff to ease his tension.

You got a facial mask along with the face roller and a few other stuff 'Babe what's the occasion?' He said wiping his eyes with his hand and a yawn following after 'Come, you can rest while I work on your face for you!' He had a confused face written all over him but still walk over you.

He laid down, you place a pillow over your lap and he laid n top of it. 'What are we doing love?' He questioned, eyes up to your face 'Just a facial, it'll help you relax!' You suggested, he hums adjusting his laying body position and closing his eyes, you first do some of the clay mask things, and spread it over his face, it was sandy and green too, you take two slices of cucumber and top it on his eyes 'The mask is making my face uncomfortable!' He admitted, electing a small giggle out of his mouth, you join him in 'You have to deal with it for the next fifteen minutes Judy!' You said it in a singsong technique which makes him snort 'Yeah, a nap doesn't sound so bad innit?' You peck his head massaging his scalp with your hands 'I know you still feel bad about the match, but I won't bother saying 'I understand how you feel' cus I don't. I am not as passionate as you about football but I do get that you've tried hard. You did your best, surpassing your limit with endless practice. I don't want you to feel so depressed about it, you got a long way in front of you. You can get sad when you think about it but I don't want those to cloud your mind all the time, alright?'

His hands that are crossed over his chest are now on both of your forearms, clutched onto it making you whine slightly 'It hurts!' He caressed it and smile through the mask 'Sorry love, just got... Nevermind. Come closer.' You did as he said gladly and smile 'Yes sir Bellingham?' His pearly whites show as he grins out you, he puckers his lip at you to kiss.

It was a while and the facial time finally comes to an end, Jude applied some moisturizer to his face just like you instructed while you watch through the mirror, just done charging your phone.

'It's cooling innit?' You turn around and jump on the bed, head on the pillow, head turning to look at him and smile lazily 'Are we sleeping now?' He bops, applying some more to his face with a satisfied sigh and you laugh 'You might as well pour the whole bottle to your face!' He scoff at your sarcastic remark but put the bottle on the nightstand table.

'Thanks, I guess?' He laid down facing you with one hand propping under his head 'What for?' You mirrored his actions to which he chortled at 'Today. You helped me a bunch, in a way you realize and in a way you don't, so I'm thanking you.' You cup one hand over his cheek, gently stroking it 'You don't have to thank me, it is my part to take care of you and be there for you on your bad days. I'm thankful to you for being the best boyfriend any person could ever ask for!' He scoots closer placing one hand over your hip 'Can I kiss you?' You melted, the way he's still asking for consent even after years of being together 'You know you can!' You joked, he chuckles inching his face closer to yours, capturing your lip for a lovely kiss, a kiss he poured every burden that is standing on his shoulders

A kiss that made him fall in love with you all over again.

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xmads-omensx · 1 month ago

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Okay... so the competition is... a drawing?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,627

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, potential anime spoilers (I don't think there are any but there might be mild ones)

Summary: After their successful Batman date, Y/N now has to uphold her end of the deal and introduce Andy to anime.

Thank you @angrycoffeebean for the idea <3

Andy’s First Anime

“Okay.” I began. “I wasn’t sure where to start, but this one is short and easy to get into. I think you’ll like it.”

I sat back on the sofa and snuggled into Andy’s side after I put the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table in front of us.

“Sounds good babe.” He said softly, kissing the top of my head

I had put a lot of thought into what to show Andy first. It needed to be something good, that wasn’t too long, that would make him want to watch anime more regularly and wouldn’t scare him off. I couldn’t find one that fit these factors and was also similar to Batman. I really wanted to show him Attack on Titan, because it’s my favourite, Demon Slayer was a brilliant option, Castelvania too, but all were too long and convoluted for his first anime.

Earlier in the day, I was finding something to watch while I straightened my hair on Netflix, when I stumbled across an anime that I hadn’t seen in forever, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. I loved it when I saw it for the first time. It was short, ten episodes to be specific, Andy loved sci-fi so it fit that, the crime and action elements were right up his alley. It was the perfect choice.

“Do I need to know anything before we start?” He asked.

“Nope. Now shush we need to watch now.” I replied.

I pressed play on the episode as Andy snuggled closer to me. The opening scene illuminated the room with a bright glow, making me feel cosy.

We were quicky emersed into the life of David Martinez as silence engulfed us. Andy never spoke, and neither did I. We had watched about four episodes before we both started to get hungry.

“Pizza sound good?” Andy asked, pulling out his phone once I had paused the TV.

“Yeah, sounds great actually.” I replied, stretching my arms over my head.

Andy walked into the kitchen and I followed after him. We stood there in a comfortable silence as he ordered us our pizzas.

“So…” I began.

“So…” Andy mocked, causing me to playfully smack his shoulder and laugh at him. He smiled lovingly at me.

“What are your thoughts so far?” I asked tentatively.

“Honestly?” He replied.

“Yeah.” I said in a small voice. He hated it. Oh god. He hated it.

“I really enjoyed it. Honestly, I just want to get back to watching it.” He laughed. I smacked his shoulder again. Slightly harder this time however.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, really. You picked a good one.” He replied. I smiled widely at him. “Now can we please go back and keep watching? I kinda want to see if we can finish it tonight.” I laughed at him as we walked back to the sofa.

We got another episode in before the pizzas arrived. I suggested pausing it while we ate, but Andy insisted on continuing to watch it.

The clock on the wall read 1:46am as the final episode drew to a close. I sat snuggled into Andy’s side as tears streamed down my face as ‘I Really Want To Stay At Your house’ played from the TV. I could feel Andy’s breathing quicken, so I tilted my head to look at him. I could see a single tear fall down his face in the dim glow of the TV.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” He croaked, wiping his face quickly.

“So…” I began.

“So….” He mocked, once again, with a slight smile on his face.

“What are your final thoughts?” I asked quietly.

“Honestly, I loved it. But why the fuck did it have to end like that?” He exclaimed. I laughed at his response.

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I loved it the first time I saw it. Nothing prepares you for it.” I replied.

“So what’s next?” He asked.

“Well… what do you think? After all, you’re the one who hasn’t seen anime before.” I said with a shrug.

“I think something different. Something longer. Maybe something more fantasy-based? With magic and stuff?” He said with a yawn.

“How about we go to bed then see?” I suggested with a laugh.

“I like that plan.” He yawned again.

I took his hand and led him up to my bedroom, where we promptly passed out as our heads hit the soft pillows.

Andy starts to discover his competition

After a lot of consideration, I decided that I was going to show Andy Demon Slayer. Sure, it was on the longer side for his second ever anime, but he asked for longer, and I didn’t have the heart to show him Attack on Titan just yet.

My plan was to show him the first ten episodes, and we would just do ten at a time if he enjoyed it. And yet, somehow, we had made it to the Hashira Training Arc in a mere two weeks, which was less than I took when I first watched it myself.

Brilliantly, he did enjoy it. In fact, Andy loved it. What I didn’t love, however, was Andy’s newfound desire to have a sword. Did he need a sword? No. Was he coordinated enough to use it? Definitely no. But he claimed that he needed one.

“But babe.” He would begin

“No, Andy.” I would reply firmly

“But you don’t understand. I need one. Noah Sebastian has one that he uses on stage. ON STAGE! If he can have one, then why can’t I?” He pleaded.

“Well, I’m sure Noah and the rest of Bad Omens are more sensible with it Andy.” I explained.

“He is twenty eight. Twenty eight. I’m thirty three. I’m sure I am more responsible than he is.” Andy scoffed.

“Sure babe.” I sighed. “Let’s finish the episode then go to bed.”

“Fine. But I am getting a sword.” He huffed, making me laugh.

“Whatever you say.” I laughed, pressing play on the TV once again.

The episodes went quickly as I was absorbed further into the show. Andy had noticed, without my knowing, that I had somewhat of a thing for Tengen Uzui, I mean… who wouldn’t? He didn’t say anything, but kept watching.

We had reached the part of the show where Sanemi begins to train the Demon Slayers when Andy spoke, after we had been sat in complete silence for what had seemed like forever.

“I thought you liked the other guy?” Andy asked.

“Huh?” I replied.

“That Tengen dude? I thought you liked him, not this other guy.” Andy gestured at Sanemi on the screen.

“Yeah, I do like him, how did you know that?” I asked, squinting my eyes at him suspiciously.

“You were smiling like an idiot at the screen for the entirety of the Entertainment District arc, and sighed when he had his hair down during his part of the Hashira training. You’re not as slick as you think you are babe.” Andy explained.

I was stunned. He was so perceptive.

“So why do you think I like Sanemi then?” I pushed. He was right, of course, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“You giggled when he punched a kid Y/N, you’re weird as hell.” Andy laughed.

“Says the man who wants to buy a literal sword so he can be more like a fictional fifteen year old.” I accused.

“Hey! A sword is practical.” Andy defended, waving his arms about like a maniac.

I doubled over in laughter.

“Also, you literally have a crush on drawings of men, whose the real weirdo Y/N?” He huffed.

“Hey! Leave them out of this!” I gasped in mock offence.

“Hang on, I was kidding. You’re telling me that you actually find these literal drawings attractive?” Andy looked genuinely surprised.

I said nothing.

“Okay… so the competition is… a drawing?” Andy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” I mumbled.

Andy tried and failed to stifle a laugh.

“Hey!” I hit him playfully with a pillow.

“I’m kidding.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. “It’s cute.”

I giggled slightly at him as I snuggled into him once again, resuming the episode.

“I mean, they’ve got nothing on me. I’m great. And they aren’t even real.” Andy began, “I have all my limbs and all my eyes. So I’m literally winning here.” I laughed.

“All your eyes?” I questioned with a smirk.

“Yes. Including the ones in the back of my head.” He said.

“You’re so weird.” I laughed.

“Okay, miss ‘I love fictional men who are literal drawings’.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wow. Very mature.” I laughed, trying to put on a fake angry face, but failing miserable. “Mr, ‘I want a sword’.”

“Don’t bring that back up. I am getting one. If Bad Omens can have swords, so can Black Veil Brides.” He defiantly said.

“Sure.” I laughed once again.

There was a beat of silence before we both burst out into laughter.

“If you’re going to be like this about these two.” I gestured at the TV screen, “Then I am never showing you Attack On Titan.” I laughed.

“Why? Do you like those drawings of men as well?” Andy said in a mock accusatory tone.

“Shut up.” I laughed before snuggling back into his side.

“Me shut up? You’re the one who has been encouraging me.” Andy retaliated.

I ignored him and pressed play again on the TV. I was so glad we had come to this arrangement. Batman was almost scratches off of my watchlist, and we were almost at the Robert Pattinson one. After all, I always had been Team Edward. Andy was definitely going to regret suggesting this plan.

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