#jobe bellingham oneshot

[insidekatmind]

Videogames- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, teasing

You are sitting comfortably on the sofa of Bellingham’s house, legs crossed and a light blanket covering your knees. The gaze fixed on the figure of Jobe, who is in the center of the living room, the tense posture and the glued look at the TV screen. He’s playing FIFA with almost maniacal intensity, hands holding the controller tightly, fingers moving quickly on the keys.

"No way! Come on!" he slams, throwing his head backwards and then tilting it forward in frustration. He passes his hand through his curly hair, pulling it slightly, breathing heavily. His opponent has just scored, taking the lead.

Smile between yourself, putting your chin on your hand and watching carefully. There is something magnetic about the way he moves, his restless gestures. The muscles in his arms strain every time he moves, and that severe line of eyebrows gives you a slight shiver down your back. "How beautiful you are when you get angry," you think, but you just keep silent so as not to distract him.

"Come on, this is pure scripting!" he exclaims, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Look, they make me pass the ball as if it were of butter! But what is it?!" He turns for a moment towards you, as if he was seeking understanding. "You see it? You see it, don’t you?" he asks, pointing to the screen.

Hold a laugh and raise your hands in surrender. "I see it, I see it, love. But maybe it’s just you who is playing badly?" Provoke him with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, so you’re also a coach now, huh?" he replies in an ironic tone, throwing yourself a look of defiance. Her dark eyes sparkle with competitiveness. "Come here, take the controller and let’s see how good you are".

"No, no, thank you. I’m fine watching you here," you say amused, holding yourself in the blanket. "You’re much more interesting to watch when you get nervous like that".

You get a laugh and he throws you a threatening look, but the smile that is drawn on his lips betrays him.

"Ah, you like to see me suffer, huh?" he says with a half smile, returning to focus on the game. His eyes tighten and his jaw contracts. The vein on his temple is slightly visible, and you bite your lower lip without even noticing. You find him incredibly charming like that, with that look of a boy who doesn’t accept defeat.

"It’s not suffering, it’s passion", replicates with theatrical tone, spreading the arms as if you were describing a work of art. "And passion is very good on you, Jobe."

"Stop..." mumbles, but his ears are slightly red. He doesn’t need to look at you to know that you’re smiling with that smug air. "If I keep losing it’s your fault," he adds in an accusatory tone.

"My fault?" you raise your eyebrows with fake indignation. "I’m sitting here quietly enjoying the show." Make a theatrical gesture towards him. "You’re the one who lets my beauty distract you".

"Ah, so you are also modest, as well as a coach, actress and professional observer," he replies with sarcasm. "This house is too small for your ego, you know?"

"And for yours, mister "It’s never my fault?"" you reply quickly, crossing your arms with an air of defiance.

He glances at you, the corners of his lips slightly lift. "Okay, that was good..." he admits, chuckling. "But seriously, I swear the game hates me today."

"Or maybe you just have to accept that you’re not always the best?" you challenge him, tilting your head to one side with a sweet but provocative smile.

He turns slowly towards you, controller down, dark eyes staring at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. "My girl, watch your language," she says with a dangerous calm, but the shadow of a smile plays on her lips.

"Oh, what a fear..." you reply, looking at him with an air of defiance. "What are you doing, you’re punishing me?" He presses, raising an eyebrow.

Jobe squints, and for a moment, with the controller still in his hand. He approaches slowly, like a predator who has just spotted his prey. You remain still, but your breath becomes slower, deeper. The tension between you is palpable, like a tense rope ready to break.

"I could do it, you know?" he says in a low and deep voice, his face a few inches from yours. "And you wouldn’t even have the courage to stop me."

You stare at him, the smile that does not leave you. "Then do it..." whispers, openly challenging.

For a moment, time stands still. His eyes go from your eyes to your lips, and you feel the heart beating wildly in your chest.

Jobe remains still for a moment, his breath calm but his body tense, as if he was deciding whether to follow that challenge, that tension that has accumulated between you. The eyes that stare at you no longer seem to be looking for an answer, but a reason to come closer. Then, without warning, he comes even closer, so that you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, his breath touching your face.

With a slow but steady movement, his hand finds your face, gently stroking it, while his gaze slides to your lips. Feel the heartbeat accelerate, tension become palpable, charged with desire and challenge. The atmosphere in the room seems to change, every external sound fades into a background noise that disappears, leaving only you two, immersed in that moment.

"I can’t stand it anymore," Jobe whispers, his voice warm and deep. With a determined movement, he lowers his head, and without further words, joins his lips to yours in an intense, stolen and urgent kiss. His lips move against yours with a sweetness that mixes with growing passion, as if every second that passes without kissing you has been too long.

Feel the beat of his heart accelerate as his hands move over your shoulders, holding you closer. Your body adapts to its own, and you find yourself responding with the same intensity, the desire growing more and more. His fingers caress your skin, and the heat you feel completely envelops you, negating any rational thought.

The kiss becomes deeper, more ardent, as if the world around you no longer exists. Every movement is natural, as if all you wanted was to be together in that moment, without thinking of anything else. When they finally come off, both of them slightly gasping, Jobe smiles with that smile that makes your heart beat fast.

"See?" he says with a mischievous smile. "I told you I would punish you."

You laugh, your breath still irregular, while your gaze becomes sweeter. "I think you’ve won, Jobe."

He hears those words, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips, grabs the PlayStation controller with one hand, but the movement is so fast and decisive that the device slips out of his hand and falls to the ground with a sharp noise. His attention is completely taken by you, and as soon as the controller is down, he comes back to you with determination.

"I don’t need this anymore," he mutters, pointing to the forgotten controller. Before you can say anything, he gently takes you in his arms with force, lifting you from the ground in a strong gesture, but with a sweetness that makes you smile.

You’re speechless for a moment, but the feeling of being in his arms is so familiar, so sure, that you find yourself cuddled in his embrace. Jobe easily takes you to the couch, never taking his eyes off you, and he makes you sit gently on him, making you feel the warmth of his body that envelops you.

You find yourself with your legs slightly spread apart, right above him, while his hands go up your back, stopping to hold you tighter. The air you breathe is filled with desire, and his eyes, which stare at you intensely, are full of passion and a hint of challenge.

Without saying a word, Jobe approaches again, and his lips find yours in an even more intense, urgent kiss. His hands move quickly to caress your hips, his body responding to your movement, while you lean against him, feeling every breath.

Every thought that he has seems to vanish, the game, the frustration, everything is forgotten while you too let yourself go completely to his embrace, to his kisses that never stop amaze you. His tongue explores yours with a sweetness that mixes with passion, and you find yourself responding, giving in completely to the moment.

The outside world no longer exists. In that small corner of the room, you and Jobe are completely immersed in each other, forgetting everything. The sound of the now interrupted game seems far away, while every breath, touch and kiss become more intense, more necessary.

The game no longer matters. Now, there is only Jobe and you, in your perfect little world, where everything is suspended in an instant that you do not want to finish.

Jobe, with his breath still irregular, let your lips for a moment, but his eyes do not come away from yours. Her gaze is full of desire, and a slight grimace of pleasure draws on her face as she slowly slips with her lips down your jaw. Feel its warm breath against your skin as it approaches your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.

His hands still hold you, one leaning against your back and the other gently caressing your side, while with his lips he slowly explores your neck, making you feel a warmth that envelops you. Each of his kisses is soft and slow, but full of passion, and you find yourself closing your eyes, completely abandoning yourself to the moment.

Feel the beat of his heart accelerate under your hands as it makes its way down your neck, his lips stopping just below your ear, gently touching it. The touch makes you tremble, and you can’t hold back a small sigh of pleasure.

"You’re incredible," Jobe mumbles against your skin, his voice low and veiled by desire. Her hands slide lower, stopping on your side, while her kiss continues, alternating slower and more decisive movements, as if she wants to explore every corner.

You let go completely, the head tilting to one side to offer more space, and the breath becoming deeper and deeper. The feeling of its skin against yours, its presence so strong, makes you forget everything around you. There is nothing else, nothing that can distract you now.

Jobe, still with that smile that betrays an uncontrollable desire to continue, he just moves away to look you in the eye. "I want you, you know?" Says with a tone so full of passion that makes your heart beat madly.

You stop for a moment, your breath a little tight, but the smile that escapes you is all you need. " I know," you whisper, your voice full of desire, "and I want you too."

Jobe, hearing those words, smiles with a smile that exudes satisfaction and desire. Her eyes get darker, more intense, and before you can add anything else, she catches you again with a kiss that is anything but soft. His lips open on yours with a force that makes you tremble, and immediately his hands move to grab you more firmly, holding you to himself.

His kiss is enveloping, deep, as if he wanted to take over every part of you. Feel the passion that grows between you, and without even thinking about it, your hands move towards his neck, gripping him as you let yourself go completely to its intensity. Your heart beats hard in your chest, and every sensation seems amplified, each touch more charged, each breath more intense.

Jobe does not stop, continuing to kiss you with the same urgency, while his body comes even closer to yours, making you feel every line, every muscle. His hand gently slides on your back, bringing you closer and closer to him, as if he wants to merge with you.

The atmosphere between you is so charged, so tense with desire, that the rest of the world seems to fade away. Every movement is like an unspoken promise, every kiss an exploration of what you both want. His breath is quick and deep, while his lips are only detached for a moment, to whisper in a hoarse voice: "Don’t stop telling me these things."

The smile he responds to is a mixture of sweetness and impatience. Then, without saying anything, he starts kissing you again, more deeply, more intensely, letting every feeling overwhelm you, making you lose control and everything.

While you were letting her kiss lull you started to squirt on his cock and he moaned in the kiss as she dropped her hands on your butt making you move more.

You kept moving on him feeling his hard dick dressed becoming more and more as you kept rubbing yourself and he started raising his hips rubbing himself as well as you kept kissing.

"So beautiful" Jobe whispered near your lips and you could only groan referring and kept moving more while he occasionally slapped your ass making you more needy.

"Jobe please" you prayed close to his lips while you could hear his little smile. "come baby girl I know you want to cum" Jobe whispered in a husky voice as he helped you rub more and more.

Hearing his husky voice that excites you even more you came making a wet stain on the pants of his suit and he smiled.

You kissed him again as you kept moving and wanting more, and he bit your lip making you moan. "strip for me love" he said and you immediately listened.

[justforjobe]

THIN LINE , j.bellingham

──one shot

pairing ➜ jobe x fem!reader

word count ➜ 2.8k

warnings/notes ➜ angst.

summary ➜ what happens when the kisses start feeling too real, when the touches linger a little too long? are friends with benefits ever just that?

you're sitting on the edge of jobe's bed, your legs dangling off the side, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, trying to keep your breathing steady.

you've been here a million times before, in this room, on this bed, with him. the routine is familiar, almost comforting in the way it's just so predictable—the way he texts you late at night, the way you show up, the way things just happen between you two.

but tonight, something feels different, heavier, like there's an unspoken tension hanging in the air, thick enough to choke on.

you can feel his eyes on you, watching you with that quiet intensity he always has, and it's enough to make your skin tingle, your heart beat a little faster. but you don't dare look at him, not yet, because you know that if you do, if you meet his gaze, you'll lose whatever fragile hold you have on your emotions right now.

he's sitting across from you, on the other side of the bed, his back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. his shirt is off, discarded somewhere on the floor, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, steady, calm. you wish you could say the same for yourself, but your mind is racing, a thousand thoughts all colliding at once, none of them making any sense.

this was supposed to be simple.

it was supposed to be easy.

you and jobe, no strings, no complications, just... fun. and it was, at first. you'd known each other for a while, ran in the same circles, always flirted a bit more than friends probably should. so when it finally happened, when you finally crossed that line, it felt natural, like the most logical next step. and it was good. really good. better than you expected. so you kept doing it, kept meeting up, kept falling into bed together.

but somewhere along the way, things started to shift. the lines started to blur. and now, you're not sure where you stand anymore, not sure what any of this means. because somewhere in between all the stolen moments, the late-night texts, the way he looks at you when he thinks you're not paying attention—you started to feel things. real things. things you're not supposed to feel when the deal was no feelings, no attachment.

and now, you're here, on his bed, heart pounding in your chest, wondering how the hell you got yourself into this mess.

"you okay?" jobe's voice cuts through the silence, low and smooth, laced with just a hint of concern.

you force yourself to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and you feel that familiar flutter in your stomach, the one that always hits you whenever he's this close.

he's watching you, his expression unreadable, but there's something in his eyes, something soft, something you can't quite name, that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"yeah," you lie, your voice barely above a whisper. "i'm fine."

but you're not fine, and you know it, and you think maybe he knows it too, because his gaze doesn't waver, doesn't move from yours, like he's trying to read the thoughts you're so desperately trying to hide.

he shifts slightly, pushing himself off the headboard, and suddenly he's closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, close enough that the scent of him—something clean and warm and distinctly jobe—fills your senses, makes your head spin.

"you sure?" he asks again, softer this time, like he's trying to coax the truth out of you.

you swallow hard, your throat tight, because you want to tell him. you want to tell him everything that's been swirling around in your head, the way your heart skips a beat whenever he touches you, the way you find yourself thinking about him when you shouldn't be, the way this whole thing has stopped feeling casual and started feeling like something more.

but you can't. you can't risk it. can't risk ruining whatever this is, whatever fragile thing you've built together.

"yeah," you say again, the word feeling heavy on your tongue, like a lie you're not quite ready to admit to.

he doesn't say anything for a long moment, just looks at you, his eyes searching yours, and you think maybe he's going to call you out on your bullshit, maybe he's going to push you to tell him what's really going on. but then he just nods, like he's accepting your answer, even though you both know it's not the truth.

"come here," he says, his voice gentle, his hand reaching out to you, palm open, inviting.

and you want to. God, you want to. you want to fall into his arms, let him hold you, let him kiss away all the doubts and fears that have been eating away at you. but you hesitate, because you know where this is going, you know how this ends, and you're not sure you can handle it. not tonight.

but then he's looking at you with those eyes, those stupid, beautiful eyes, and you know you're done for. you're always done for when it comes to him.

so you take his hand, let him pull you closer until you're right there, pressed against him, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight. and it feels good, it feels right, and for a moment, you let yourself forget everything else, let yourself just be here, in this moment, with him.

his hand slides up your back, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your breath hitch in your throat. he leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, soft, warm, and you feel that familiar pull, that overwhelming need to be closer, to lose yourself in him.

but just as his lips find yours, just as the kiss deepens, something inside you snaps, and suddenly it's too much, too real, too everything. you pull back, breaking the kiss, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, try to steady yourself.

"what's wrong?" he asks, his voice laced with concern, his hand still resting on your back.

you take a shaky breath, your mind racing, because you know you can't keep doing this, can't keep pretending like this is just some casual thing when it feels like anything but.

"jobe..." you start, your voice trembling, and you hate how vulnerable you sound, how exposed you feel.

he tilts his head, his eyes searching yours, and you can see the worry there, the confusion, and it makes your heart ache, makes you want to take it all back, pretend like everything's fine, like you're fine. but you're not, and you can't keep lying to yourself, can't keep lying to him.

"you need to stop kissing me like you mean it," you say finally, the words tumbling out before you can stop them, before you can think them through.

he blinks, taken aback, his brows furrowing in confusion. "what?"

you close your eyes for a moment, trying to find the courage to say what you need to say, even though it feels like it's going to tear you apart.

"you need to stop kissing me like you mean it," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. "because i'm going to read into things wrong and end up breaking my own heart."

there's a heavy silence that follows, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you, and you can feel your chest tightening, your heart pounding in your ears as you wait for his response, as you wait for the other shoe to drop.

"y/n..." he starts, his voice soft, hesitant, like he's not sure what to say, not sure how to fix this.

"i know we said no feelings, no attachment," you continue, your voice shaky, your eyes fixed on the floor, because you can't bear to look at him, can't bear to see whatever expression is on his face right now. "but i can't help it, jobe. every time you kiss me like that, every time you look at me like i'm the only person in the world that matters, i start to think that maybe... maybe this could be something more. and i know it's not supposed to be. i know that. but it doesn't stop me from wanting it."

he's silent, and it's killing you, the not knowing what he's thinking, what he's feeling. because this is it. this is the moment where everything either falls apart or... or you don't even know what. but you know that you can't take it back, you can't unsay the words that have already been spoken, can't pretend like you don't feel the way you do.

and now you can't bring yourself to look up, the weight of what you've just said sinking into the air between you. you can feel jobe's presence beside you, the way his breath has slowed, almost as if he's holding it in, waiting for the right words to come out. but nothing comes. just silence, thick and suffocating, like the room is shrinking around you.

"i'm sorry," you mutter, because what else can you say? you've just bared your heart in the most vulnerable way, laid it all out there, and now you're left with nothing but the unbearable tension of the unknown.

finally, after what feels like forever, you dare to glance up at him. his eyes are fixed on you, brows furrowed in a way that makes your stomach twist with anxiety.

he looks conflicted, like he’s caught in a battle with himself, trying to figure out how to say something he doesn’t fully understand. his brows are drawn together, lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes are swimming with a feeling you can’t quite name. it’s not pity, thank God, but it’s not exactly reassurance either. it’s somewhere in the middle, something that makes you want to lean in and pull away at the same time.

“y/n,” he says your name so softly that it nearly breaks you. the way it slips from his lips, careful, like he’s afraid of shattering what little strength you have left. “i never wanted to make you feel like this.”

you blink back the tears that are so damn close to spilling over, biting down hard on your bottom lip because if you don’t, you might lose it right here. but it’s not his fault, not really. you were the one who let things get out of hand, who started reading too much into every lingering look, every touch, every kiss that left your heart pounding.

“i know,” you whisper, forcing yourself to look away, to stare at anything but him. “i just… i don’t know how to do this anymore, jobe. it was supposed to be simple. and now… now it’s just a mess.”

he’s silent, and the quiet makes it worse, makes the ache in your chest tighten. because even now, even with all of this hanging in the air between you, your heart still longs for him. you still want him to pull you close, to tell you that everything’s going to be okay, that he feels the same way you do. but you know better. you know that’s not how this is going to go.

“what do you want me to do?” he asks eventually, and there’s a sadness in his voice, like he’s trying to find a way to fix this without hurting either of you more. “you wanna stop? we can stop. if this is hurting you—”

“no,” you cut him off, shaking your head before he can finish that thought, because the idea of stopping, of not having him in your life at all, feels unbearable. “i don’t want to stop, jobe. i just… i don’t know what i want.”

it’s the truth. the messy, complicated truth. you don’t know what you want, because you can’t imagine not having him around, but you also can’t keep doing this—can’t keep putting your heart on the line every time he touches you, every time he kisses you like he means it, only to act like it’s nothing the next day.

he lets out a breath, his shoulders sagging, and for the first time, he looks just as lost as you feel. “i care about you, y/n,” he says, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “i’m sorry. i thought—” he pauses, shaking his head, regret lacing every word. “i don’t know what i thought. i just never meant for it to get this complicated.”

you force a weak smile, even though it feels like your chest is caving in. “things like this always get complicated, jobe. that’s just… how it goes.”

he reaches out then, his hand cupping your chin gently, turning your face toward his so you have no choice but to meet his eyes. and there it is again—that look. the one that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, like you mean more to him than he’s willing to say. it’s the look that makes you question everything, makes you wonder how this can’t be more than what it is. how he can look at you like this and not feel the same things you do.

“look,” he says softly, his thumb brushing across your cheek in a way that makes your heart stutter, makes it impossible not to lean into his touch. “we don’t have to figure it all out right now. we can just… take it one step at a time, yeah? whatever you need, whatever you wanna do, we’ll do that.”

and there it is. the thing that both comforts and destroys you all at once. he’s giving you a way out, offering you a chance to keep him in your life, but not in the way you want. not in the way that matters. because you don’t just want him around when the nights get lonely, when you both need someone to hold onto. you want more. and you know, deep down, that’s not something he can give you, no matter how much you wish he could.

but you nod anyway. because it’s easier. because you’re too tired to keep fighting, and the thought of losing him completely feels like more than you can bear.

“okay,” you say, though the word feels empty, foreign in your mouth, like you’re already bracing yourself for what’s to come.

he pulls you into his arms then, holding you close, and you let him, sinking into the warmth of him because it’s easier to pretend, even if just for a little while. easier to believe that maybe, somehow, you’ll be able to handle this. that maybe you won’t end up with your heart in pieces again.

but deep down, you already know the truth. you’ve crossed a line, and there’s no going back. no matter how much you try to keep things light, to keep things from getting messy, you’ve already fallen too far. and the thing about falling is that, eventually, you hit the ground.

you stay there, wrapped up in each other, the silence thick with all the things you’re both too scared to say. maybe this is just how it’ll always be—a series of almosts, of things left unsaid, of feelings too tangled to ever make sense of.

and as much as it hurts, as much as it’s tearing you apart from the inside, you’ll take it. you’ll take whatever pieces of him he’s willing to give, even if it means breaking your own heart over and over again.

because when it comes to jobe, you’ve never been good at walking away.

[judespoets]

dramatic | jobe bellingham

summary: this req

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: slight arguments and harsh words; not proof read!

Jobe and you were seatet next to each other on the large table, decorated with Christmas decor and filled with delicious food. You were celebrating Christmas together at the Bellingham house this year.

"Can you please give me the potatoes, (Y/N)?" you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend, Jobe ask you, pulling you out of your daydreams.

"yup" you answered shortly, reaching for the potatoes in front of you and handing them to Jobe without giving him a look in the eyes.

The two of you had a fight earlier but were too late to communicate and solve it so you got to the Bellingham's pretty angry with each other, the harsch words you exchanged still lingering in the back of your mind.

It was a stupid argument about Jobe running late which resulted in you doing all the chores at home alone. You usually didn't mind but you were sad and angry at that moment, turning the conversation into a heated argument.

The tension was unbearable and you really tried to hide that you were mad at each other but you saw how everyone noticed. It wasn't the usual warm, lovely mood in the room and every time you thought about Jobe's words, your eyes started watering just a little bit.

The attention was currently not on you and Jobe right now as you felt a familiar hand placing itself on your thigh, making you shiver.

"(Y/N) please just stop being so dramatic about this right now." was what you heard him whispering inside to you.

And that was it. The room fell silent as they heard your chair scraping across the floor. You stood up as quickly as you could, excusing yourself in a hurry and quickly running up the stairs into Jobe's childhood bedroom.

Maybe you were overreacting but you were hurt, for you, Jobe’s words hurt, and he didn’t seem to understand that.

As you were sat in Jobe’s old room the dining room was silent until the older Bellingham spoke up.

“What happened man? I have never seen (Y/N) so sad and quiet.” he asked his brother.

Jobe sighed, “I came home much later than I told her I would today. We agreed to do the chores together and then just spend the day together. We had like this huge argument and I said some pretty bad things.” he said regretfully, burying his face in his hands.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal for her tho. I mean we are together now.” he said, looking at his brother.

“Jobe, she wanted to spend some of Christmas with you, only you. I would’ve been hurt too.” Denise popped in.

“What did you say tho? That she’s so upset?” Jude asked carefully.

Jobe sighed again, looking absolutely regretful. “I said that maybe we shouldn’t spend any time at all together anymore, since she’s so upset about me being late this one time, I don’t even know why I said that.” he added.

“That’s fucked man, even I wouldn’t have said that.” Jude said.

“Jobe, please talk to her. It’s early. Don’t ruin her whole Christmas.” Denise said, slight disappointment evident in her voice.

Jobe immediately stood up, coming towards the bedroom, knocking on the door carefully.

You didn’t say anything, you wanted to talk but at the same time you just wanted him to leave you alone, to not hurt you anymore.

As the door opened slowly, the oh so familiar face greeted you. He looked different tho, guilty almost.

“What do you want?” you snapped.

“(Y/N)-“

“No Jobe, if you just want to argue again, go away.” you admitted, looking down hurt.

“Baby, no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.” he answered, sitting down next to you.

“Obviously.” you answered.

“I want to spend time with you. I always do.”

“Didn’t seem like that when you were late today.” you told him, obviously angry now.

“I know. And I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that today was so important to you.” Jobe said, putting his arm around you, holding you as he saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“I just- you know that my family is not here. And I was alone the whole day, I love christmas and I just wanted to spend it with you, I really put a lot of thought into your present and I couldn’t even give it to you in private. Jobe, you really, really hurt me today.” You admitted truthfully, all that anger turning into sadness as the tears kept running down your cheeks.

Jobe’s grip around you tightened with your words, he felt really bad.

“I really fucked up today. I know that. And I was so focused on the fact that I will see my family today that I totally forgot you can’t spend Christmas with yours. I promise I will look after your feelings more. I’m sorry, baby.” He told you, placing kisses on your head.

“I know. And thank you, for apologizing.” You said.

“I love you, (Y/N). And I want to spend every Christmas with you, forever.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the feeling, finally feeling comfortable again.

“Do you want to go down again? Get some food in you, you didn’t eat a lot yet.” Jobe asked you, his fingers stroking yours.

“Yeah.” You said, wanting to get up again.

“Hey!” Jobe called out, pulling you down again.

He took his thumbs and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. Kissing both of your eyes carefully.

“I will never make you cry again, my love.” He told you, finally connecting his lips with yours.

[jobeisbae]

jobe bellingham x mom!reader

summary: jobe bellingham and his wife navigate the joyful chaos of daily life with their two-year-old twins, balancing professional commitments and parenting with love and teamwork. From morning wake-ups to bedtime routines, every moment is filled with love, laughter, and a touch of exhaustion.

warnings: none

The day began early, as it always did with two-year-olds. You were awakened by the soft, insistent cries of one of the twins over the baby monitor. Jobe stirred beside you, already reaching for his phone to check the time.

“I’ll get them,” he murmured, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before slipping out of bed.

You stretched, listening to the familiar sounds of Jobe soothing one of the twins, while the other soon joined in the chorus. Smiling, you got up and made your way to the nursery, where Jobe was already changing diapers.

“Good morning, my little loves,” you cooed, lifting your daughter out of her crib. Her giggles were music to your ears, a perfect start to the day.

Jobe handed you a freshly changed son, and you both headed downstairs, twins in tow. Breakfast was a team effort—Jobe prepared the twins’ oatmeal and fruit while you made coffee and toast for yourselves.

With everyone seated around the kitchen table, you and Jobe took turns feeding the twins and stealing bites of your own breakfast. Laughter and tiny messes filled the room, setting a cheerful tone for the day ahead.

After breakfast, Jobe headed out for training, promising to be back by lunchtime. You spent the morning engaging the twins with playtime, storybooks, and a bit of creative chaos. They were particularly fond of building block towers only to knock them down with squeals of delight.

Around mid-morning, you managed to fit in some work, responding to emails and planning content while the twins napped. The house was blissfully quiet for an hour, allowing you to focus.

Jobe returned home just as the twins woke up, their sleepy faces lighting up at the sight of him. “Daddy’s home!” you announced, watching them toddle over to him with outstretched arms.

Lunchtime was another family affair, with sandwiches, fruit, and lots of chatter. Jobe shared stories from his training session while you updated him on the twins’ morning adventures.

After lunch, you both took the twins to the park, enjoying the fresh air and watching them explore the playground. Jobe pushed them on the swings while you captured the precious moments on your phone, memories to cherish forever.

Back home, it was nap time for the twins again. This gave you and Jobe a rare moment of peace. You cuddled on the couch, catching up on a favorite show or simply enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence.

Once the twins woke up, it was time for more play and a bit of screen time with their favorite educational shows. You prepped dinner while Jobe kept them entertained, the house filled with the sounds of playful giggles and the occasional sibling squabble.

Dinner was a lively event, with the twins eagerly trying new foods and sharing their delight with every bite. You and Jobe took turns eating and managing the occasional spill, the routine now a well-practiced dance of parenthood.

After dinner, it was bath time. The twins loved splashing in the tub, and you and Jobe relished the chance to make it a fun, bonding experience. With the twins clean and wrapped in fluffy towels, you headed to their room for storytime.

Jobe read their favorite book while you tucked them in, the soothing rhythm of his voice lulling them into drowsiness. You both kissed them goodnight, watching as they drifted off to sleep.

With the twins finally asleep, you and Jobe retreated to the living room. You shared a quiet, intimate dinner, reflecting on the day and planning for the next. The exhaustion of the day melted away in the comfort of each other’s presence.

“Another successful day,” Jobe said, pulling you close as you settled on the couch.

“Couldn’t do it without you,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

After some much-needed relaxation, you both headed to bed, ready to recharge for another day of joyful chaos with your little ones. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt content, knowing that together, you and Jobe were creating a loving, happy home for your family.

[halfwayhearted]

jobe bellingham fic where they are ex’s and reunite at like a get together or something idk you can choose that part, but maybe its like awkward and is perchance a hopeful ending! did any of that make sense. Lmk.

Over The Moon — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: You knew there was a high chance of seeing your ex. You just didn’t expect him to strike up a conversation that would lead to something you never thought would happen.

Word Count: 690+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing, I don’t think!

A/N: It’s barely awkward… anyways, I actually need him baad.

‘Nervous’ was one word to describe how you felt.

Your friend’s birthday party was something you had been looking forward to for weeks. It’s just… well, seeing your ex. You knew your friend and he were friends. Just not this close. Not that it mattered! You weren’t here for him. You weren’t.

So, knock it off, would you? Okay, that’s beautiful.

Walking in, you greeted everyone, set your gift down, and made your way towards the cooler with the intention of grabbing a drink for yourself. That is, until you hear someone clear their throat from behind you. Oh, well, what the hell?

Furrowing your eyebrows, you lifted your head, instantly stiffening at the sight of him.

Jobe rubbed the back of his neck nervously when he asked, “Hey… can you, uh, get me a water?”

Without saying a word, you do as requested, grabbing what you came for along with his water. Standing up straighter, you held out your hand expectantly, and he took the water from your grasp, your fingers brushing against one another.

Oh! How great.

“Are you having fun?" The question left his lips before he could stop himself, making you hold in a laugh. Of course he’d make conversation.

“Yeah… I think,” you answered, “How about you?”

Seeing the smile threatening to break out on your face, he felt himself relax. “You hesitated.”

Averting your gaze, you shrugged, “Did I?”

It was so very awkward, obviously, as expected. How did two exes casually talk to each other after ending on mutual terms just five months ago?

It didn’t stop him from trying to continue, though!

“How’ve you been?” Jobe asked, his voice soft. He still used the same tone he always had when you were together, and it quite literally made you sick to your stomach. “How’s schooling?”

“Well, I’ve been good. It’s also been… good,” you cringed. “It’s stressful, but I’m managing. How’s football? Your brother? Oh! How’s your mom?”

“What, no ‘how am I’?” He teased, his smirk prominent, evidently showcasing his dimple.

A frown spread across your lips, “Hey! You—”

“I’m kidding! I’m just kidding. They’re fine, good even. My mom’s…” The boy trailed off, unsure if he should continue what he was going to say.

Spit it out, please. “Your mom’s what, Jobe?”

“She’s been missing you, your days out and all.”

You believed him. You missed her, too. Always. However, you couldn’t help but notice one thing that made your heart soar: the fact that he was so clearly flushed by that admission alone.

“What’s that in your voice?” You retorted, the frown on your face replaced by a shit-eating grin.

What! “What’s what in my voice?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Your mom misses me?”

“Yes! My mom misses you.” But he knew exactly what you were talking about, and there was absolutely no way he could deny your suspicions. Doing so would mean blatantly lying to your face.

And Jobe couldn’t bring himself to do that ever.

“I’ll text her,” a small pause, “Set a date up, hm?”

He meets your eyes, looking into you with such intensity that it made you want to look away.

Despite everything that had transpired between you, it was all in the past. And with the way he was gazing at you and the way you were gazing back at him, you couldn’t help but ask, “Would you want to come with us? Like… like old times.”

Now, it was his turn to smile. “Like old times?”

“Yeah. Yes, like old times. It’s been a while, no?”

“Huh, I suppose I can make room for you in my schedule, I’ll have to let you know. How’s that?”

A loud laugh left your lips at that, “Oh, whatever!”

Shortly after, he joined in, dipping his head and poking his tongue against the corner of his lips while answering your question with a quiet, “Yeah, that sounds good. Just—call or text me.”

“Okay,” you countered, unable to fight the blush that appeared on your face. Looking away, you took a deep breath and took a sip of your drink.

This could be the… restart of something good.

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[judes-baeeee]

Him driving before Jude is hilarious 💀💀

[esti11a]

Matchmakers

MATCHMAKERS PART 1

PART 2 HERE: ‘THE WRONG BROTHER’

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

summary : when the two best friend wants to play matchmaker for their single-pringle friends.

author’s note : this is actually my second (!?) story here hope you all like it!! this one is dedicated to my bestie! ( @vivileclerc love you). Kisses -L.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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tagged : yourbestie

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trentarnold66 🫡

judebellingham 😢😢😭😭🥺🥺☹️☹️

trentarnold66 I still love you lad

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judebellingham Sore loser

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yourusername What? I don’t need filter😝

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trentarnold66 @judebellingham is the only single😝

jobebellingham EVEN I GOT A GIRL!!!!

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he never actually read a single word

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JB😝

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gsm_hq BREAKING NEWS!!! There are pictures all around about Jude Bellingham and a brown jet unknown girl at a yacht.

fan7 so he isn’t dating @yourusername ???

gsm_hq Due to our sources no

fan3827 I don’t believe this page anymore since the last scandal

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to be continued…..

[jobesbabe]

Proud of You / Jobe Bellingham

ps i made this gif so give creds if u use it!

warnings: established relationship, fluff, bar setting

summary: tired you cozying up to your winner of a boyfriend. based loosely on the Sunderland vs Plymouth Argyle match and it’s (fictional) aftermath.

You sat patiently with the other wags for the majority of the first half. Your boyfriend was on the bench and so was his mate Chrissy. There were yellow cards thrown, One at your boys in red, and two at the opponents in green. Approximately one every ten minutes. You pulled your Sunderland scarf a bit tighter and sighed. To you, the match was plain and boring. You adored football, even teams other than Sunderland, but if it was Sunderland, your Jobe better be playing. A few minutes after Phillips earned his yellow, you heard cheers and cries erupt from the Stadium of Light. Everyone around you looked disappointed. Plymouth Argyle had scored. As you stared at the number nine on Hardie’s back, You felt it taunting you. That should be a red jersey, with a number 7 that read ‘JOBE’. If only were that easy.

Relief came for you as the ref blew his halftime whistle, reminding you your boyfriend still had forty five minutes to go out and prove himself.

You expected the manager to have him walk out onto the field, and start the remaining forty five, but he didn’t. Your sighs grew louder wondering when your man would get out there on the field.

seven minutes passed and you joined in with the roar of fans, as Roberts moved with the ball, you could tell if he passed it to Ekwah he would score. And he did, equalizing it for the two teams. You cheered for the Jobe-less Sunderland, wishing it had been your Jobe who scored the equalizer.

Seven more minutes passed and Clarke sank a second into the back of the net giving Sunderland an advantage over the visitors. It was like someone was winking at you with the number seven and everything associated with it. Good luck, Jobe. Jobe. Jobe is the number seven. You were sure in seven minutes his manager was going to sub him in. You were sure.

At the 65’ minute mark, two minutes before your seven minute timer would go off, Jobe was subbed in along with Chrissy in exchange for Abdoullah, and Pierre.

So, maybe I was wrong, about the seven minute thing but who cares, he's in now, you thought to yourself. You smiled as he ran up and down the field. as your timer begins to alert you, you see Neil make an amazing pass to Jobe and him just put that ball away in the corner.

You cheer so hard for him, yelling “That’s my boy!” and he celebrates with his teammates before turning to your section and blowing a few kisses. You begin to blush and the wags around you laugh and poke a bit of fun.

The rest of the game flew by, the result remaining where Jobe had left it. 3-1. You made your way to wait for the boys to shower. As you waited, Keeley, Alex Pritchard’s partner came up to you and talked with you about plans for the night and how they were all going out to a bar. You told her you’d run the idea past Jobe and she thanked you.

As he walked out to go see you the fresh-faced Jobe couldn’t help but smile. You ran to him and he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m so proud of you! That was amazing Jobeee!” you exclaimed.

He grinned cheekily and tilted his head.

“You think so?” he asked.

You laughed and kissed his cheek as he put you down.

“I think some of the guys and their partners are going out for drinks if we want to join them,” Jobe said.

“Oh yeah, Keeley mentioned something yeah.”

“lets go out with them yeah?” he asks.

“Sure,” you reply as you leave to his car hand in hand.

Jobe and you make your way inside a bar close to the outskirts of the city. You see it’s been mostly cleared so the lot of you could hang out there without many disturbances.

You sat between Keeley and Jobe drinking just a club soda with lime since you didnt feel like drinking.

After a few hours and meters of seperation from Jobe, you began to get tired.

You crept into Jobes lap and cuddled into his neck with your eyes closed. His cologne was as intoxicating as alcohol to you and you breathed it in like it was your oxygen.

He rocked you back and forth humming and your ear was pressed to his chest listening to his heartbeat as it steadily pounded.

He kissed your hair and you smiled.

“baby, im so proud of you.” you said.

He laughed and picked you up bridal style, putting you in the car to bring you home

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that’s it!

a/n - I turned off anon requests bc literally the same person is using it over and over again for the same request and also left rude ones so i’d rather know who they came from. Requests are open but not anon… In due time i will turn anon back on. dw. Thanks for the understanding

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my blog for the diva’s

eclipsetaci

hi diva’s, welcome to my blog for the diva’s!

my name is taciana, but everyone calls me taci.

I'm Brazilian and English is not my first language. To be honest, I'm still not fluent in English, so I apologize for any errors.

one of the reasons I created this account is to improve my English while having fun doing what I love most: writing, talking about football and sharing my passion for hot players.

I plan on writing for all players and writing all types of imagine, but please have patience, as I'm new to this whole thing haha.

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📘 RULES AND INFORMATION

helloo, it's me, day. i'm a bit of a beginner in these things and english is not my main language, in fact i don't even know how to speak it.

something i have to make very clear is that i use the translator to write everything, so if there are spelling problems it's because of the translator.

RULES

no hatred is accepted towards me, what i write, or other people. if you don't like the content, just swipe and find something else to read.

if you are going to make a request i ask you to describe quite well what you want me to write, this makes my work a little easier.

my creativity to write sometimes gets too blocked, so if you've made a request i'll probably write it a week, or write it a month. sorry for that.

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i speak spanish, so if you're a spanish-speaking person as well, applications in spanish are totally open.

PEOPLE I WRITE FOR

footballers, mainly Lamine Yamal, Jamal Musiala, Pau Cubarsi or any footballer I know.

characters from series or movies. there will be movies that i don't know, and i'll let you know if i do or not, and it will probably take a little longer to write it.

actors or actresses that i know. there will be people i don't know, if so i will let you know if you want to change your request.

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Who I write for

Achraf Hakimi

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Marcus Rashford

Jadon Sancho

Jude Bellingham

Jesse lingard

Jobe Bellingham

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MASTERLIST !

(f) — fluff , (a) — angst

JUDE BELLINGHAM — oneshots !

ARMANDO ARETAS — oneshots !

kiss me — in which , you and armando try a challenge where the first one to kiss the other loses.

headcanons — headcanons in which , these are my hottakes on how i think armando is as a bf.

anti-romantic — in which , armando is quite literally obsessed with you and decides to confess.

where were you in the morning — in which , you armando spend a slow morning together for the first time in a while.

munch , pt. 2 (drabble) — in which , armando is a needy little hornball.

one of the girls — headcanons in which , armando is nosy asf.

slut me out — in which , you tease armando a little too much in the club.

ECSTASY (two part series) — in which , armando can’t keep his eyes off of his favorite dancer. So he takes matters into his own hands.

part 1

part 2

don’t pull that shit again — in which , you almost get your ass killed trying to do a prank on armando.

best part — in which , armando gets a tattoo of your name on his chest.

seriously? — in which , armando misses an important event of yours and the two of you get into an argument.

JOBE BELLINGHAM — oneshots !

LEE SEOKMIN — oneshots !

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[judespoets]

𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 | 𝙟𝙤𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: jobe spends the perfect day with you, and him making you his forever wasn’t what you expected.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none

Jobe shifted, propping himself up one elbow. You were still sound asleep as he just looked down at you, admiring every single feature of your face.

His gaze traced the curve of your jaw, the delicate line of your throat.

"You know," he murmured, "I love waking up like this every day."

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, and a sleepy smile tugged at your lips.

"Like what?" You asked, your voice still thick with drowsiness.

"Wrapped around you," Jobe replied, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder. "The sun shining through the window, your hair messy like that. It's absolutely perfect."

Your cheeks flushed, and you buried your head into the crook of Jobes neck. "You're too sweet," you whispered. "But I agree. This- it's perfect. You're perfect."

Jobe chuckled. "You're not just saying that because you're half asleep, are you?"

"No," you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "I mean it. I'm really thankful for you, you know. When I'm with you, everything else just- doesn't matter."

Jobes heart only swelled, even though it was common for you to be extra affectionate in the morning. He'd never been good with words, but you had a way of unraveling him, pulling out the emotions he kept hidden.

"My love," he began, "i love you, so so much."

Your eyes softened, and you cupped his cheeks. "I love you," you whispered. "More than words can express."

You just kept laying there, tangled in each other, you listening his heartbeat with your head on his chest while his hands kept stroking your bare waist slightly.

"Babe," Jobe said, breaking the comfortable silence, "what do you really want from life? I mean really want."

You tilted your head, looking at Jobe with a confused look on your face. "Jobe, babe, you already know that. Where does that come from we've been together for two years we talked about all of this on like our second date." You said, chuckling slightly.

"I know, baby. I just- we talked about it but i want like an update, you know. Do you still have the same priorities?"

"I think i do, yeah. Well obviously i still want adventures. I want to explore new place, taste exotic food, meet new people. But you've become my priority for sure. I really want to do all that with you, you know. I don't imagine my life without you in it anymore." You told him honestly. "And you?"

He grinned at you, you could see the sparkle in his eyes which were looking down at you with admiration.

"I want to make a difference. Not just a ripple, but a tidal wave. Maybe write a book someday."

You acted offended. "No me in your future?"

Jobe put the hair behind your ear, looking down at you, "I love you so much, baby. You're my number one priority, sweetheart and my future doesn't exist without you."

You laughed, burying your head further into his chest while Jobe held you tightly.

"What do you wanna do today, any plans?" Jobe asked you since it was his day off today.

"I do need to get some groceries but other than that i'm all yours today, babe." You told the man next to you.

You both loved a free day. Days where the both of you have nothing to do and Jobe doesn't have training, it gave you time to spend together since that did fall a bit behind with Jobe's tight training plan.

"I'm taking you out tonight, be ready at 6:30 and dress fancy." Jobe told you softly. "I'm making breakfast what do you want, baby?"

You were stunned at first. You didn't expect Jobe taking you out today. You both were normally the staying in type of couple. Since Jobe also gets recognized a lot. But the both of you loved this idea of a date night, cuddled up on the couch with snacks and a good movie.

"Why? Any special occasion?" You wondered out loud.

"Can't I take my girlfriend out once in a while?" Jobe asked jokingly.

"You can, where are we going?"

"Ha, as if i'd tell you that. Just be ready." Jobe told you as he winked and left the room to get breakfast started.

While Jobe was downstairs in the kitchen, you got ready, doing your usual skincare routine and throwing on a pair of leggings and one of Jobe's hoodies. Walking down the stairs you smelled the amazing smell of pancakes, your favorite breakfast.

"What's going on today? My favorite breakfast too? Did you do something or what?" You wondered, jokingly, sitting down at the table with Jobe.

"Babe, don't worry. I just want to make you happy." Jobe smiled at you, giving you your cup of coffee.

The both of you spent the day grocery shopping and going for a little walk before you started to get ready.

Walking down the stairs of your shared home you saw Jobe standing there, practically admiring you.

You wore a dark red, long dress with a small slit at the leg. Your hair was done in curls and your makeup was fancy yet simple.

Arriving at the front door, you looked at your boyfriend, he wore a black suit, your favorite.

Chucking, you wrapped your hands around his neck while his almost immediately wrapped around your waist.

"You look so beautiful, baby." Jobe told you, looking down at you.

"Thank you. You know you don't look too bad yourself, handsome." You chuckled, giving Jobe a small peck on the lips.

Together, the two of you walked to the car, Jobe driving you to the restaurant he booked you a table at.

Walking towards the restaurant, you noticed you knew that one. It was the restaurant you spent your first date at.

"Jobe! Our first date was here!" You exclaimed full of excitement, you loved the idea of spending your evening with Jobe here.

"I know, you happy?" He asked hopefully, turning his head towards you.

"So happy." you answered.

The two of you spent an amazing dinner together, which Jobe obviously paid. He never let you pay.

Walking out of the restaurants doors, expecting to go home, Jobe pulled you to the other direction.

"Let's walk at the beach a little." Was the only thing he said.

The beach wasn't too far away and it was a really warm night so you didn't complain, although the heels you were wearing did start to hurt a little bit, but it was bearable.

Entering the beach, you walked a little while before you saw light. So many little candles were forming a way together with rose petals, hundreds of them.

"Look Jobe! That looks so beautiful." You said clueless.

"You think so? I was hoping you liked it." He answered, grinning from ear to ear.

"You did that? Are you serious?" You asked, not believing what was happening.

As Jobe let go of your hand he started running towards the end of the walk where you started to see a little circle also formed out of roses and candles. You couldn't believe this was happening.

Arriving at Jobes place, you turned, looking at the beautiful view.

"What's all of this, babe?" You asked, turning around and clapping your hands over your mouth, the tears already daring to spill out of your eyes.

There he was, down on one knee, holding a box with a beautiful diamond ring inside of it.

"(Y/N), baby. I really didn't plan what I was going to say. I was too nervous about the rest. But baby, you are the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, loving woman i have ever met in my entire life. When I met you, i knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, touché, i know." Jobe said slightly laughing.

"You are the woman I want to marry. You are the woman i want to be the mother of my kids and grandmother of my grandkids. You are the woman i want to grow old with. (Y/N), you are the woman I want to love and cherish for all my life and after. My love, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, will you marry me?" He asked, with a few tear streaming down his own face.

You were lost of words, you couldn't say anything, you were shocked to say the least. So you just nodded. You nodded so much you could think your head would fall off.

"Yes, of course, Jobe, of course I want to marry you." You said as Jobe slid the ring on your finger, standing up and taking you in his arms, spinning you around.

As he set you down again he didn't waste another second before taking your face in his hand and kissing you passionately.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said in between pecks on your lips. "You just made me the happiest man on earth, my love." He told you, wrapped his arms around your waist, while you wrapped yours around his neck.

You just stood there, taking in the moment, in each other arms.

Jobe pulled away, turning around.

"SHE SAID YES!!" Was all that was heard before you heard cheers from the other side of the beach.

You saw a figure running towards the both of you, revealing Jude as he tackled you both to the ground, hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you, bro." He said, laughing and kissing all of Jobe's face.

You couldn't control your laughter anymore,.

You were so, so happy.

[jobeisbae]

jobe bellingham x model!reader

summary: In a chance encounter at a local café, Jobe Bellingham and a successful model and influencer (you) meet without recognizing each other’s fame. Intrigued by the genuine connection, Jobe asks you out for coffee. As they get to know each other, they discover more than just mutual attraction—they find someone who understands the challenges of their respective careers

You sighed as you entered the cozy little café, grateful for a moment away from the constant buzz of your social media notifications and the relentless pace of your modeling gigs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations offered a welcome respite. Finding an empty table near the window, you settled in with your laptop, hoping to catch up on some emails.

Jobe Bellingham walked into the café, looking for a quiet corner where he could enjoy a break from the demanding world of professional football. Spotting a table near the window, he approached with a friendly smile. “Is this seat taken?”

You looked up, meeting his warm eyes. “No, go ahead,” you replied, returning the smile.

As he sat down, you both exchanged pleasantries, naturally falling into conversation. “I’m Jobe, by the way,” he said, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jobe. I’m Y/N,” you replied, shaking his hand. “So, what brings you here?”

“Just needed a break,” he admitted. “Sometimes it’s nice to find a place where no one knows you.”

You chuckled. “I can relate to that.”

The conversation flowed easily, touching on favorite books, travel destinations, and shared love for coffee. Neither of you mentioned your high-profile careers, enjoying the rare chance to be seen as just two people enjoying a chat.

As the afternoon sun began to dip, Jobe hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you. Would you be interested in grabbing coffee again sometime?”

You felt a flutter of excitement at the genuine interest in his eyes. “I’d like that,” you said, exchanging numbers.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jobe met regularly, savoring the simplicity of your time together. It wasn’t until you saw a sports article featuring Jobe that you realized who he was. Meanwhile, Jobe stumbled upon your Instagram profile, piecing together your identity as a well-known model and influencer.

On your next coffee date, you decided it was time for honesty. “So, I found out something interesting about you,” you began, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Jobe laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to say the same thing. You’re quite the influencer.”

“And you’re quite the footballer,” you countered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I enjoyed being just Jobe with you,” he said softly. “No expectations, no pressures.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “But now that we know, what do we do?”

“We keep being us,” he suggested. “Navigating the craziness together.”

From that moment on, your relationship deepened, strengthened by the honesty and mutual understanding of your unique worlds. Public events and media attention brought challenges, but you faced them together, finding balance and comfort in each other’s presence.

At a charity football match, where your paths crossed publicly for the first time, the media frenzy was intense. Yet, standing side by side, you knew you were stronger together. Jobe’s arm around your shoulder, your supportive smile, told the world that this connection was real, and you were ready to face anything that came your way.

In the end, the unexpected meeting at a quaint café turned into the start of something beautiful—a love story that blossomed amidst the pressures of fame, grounded by genuine connection and mutual respect.

[halfwayhearted]

Maps — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Noticing the not-so-subtle stares of the man you wanted but couldn’t have was something you despised.

Word Count: 775+

Disclaimer/s — Slight angst-ish… argument, that’s it.

A/N: The idea I originally had for this like, left my mind in the middle of writing so the ending is so ohr… rushed… hey. Hey!

Why couldn’t he make up his mind? Did he want you? Did he not? It was like holding a flower and delicately picking off the petals, playing the game of ‘he loves me,’ ‘he loves me not.’ It was tiring.

You didn’t know, nor could you tell. It was enough to make you lose it. Spending seconds, minutes, and hours on the situation only to push it aside. Telling yourself not to keep this going. But how could you do that when he always made you feel like you could actually mean something to him?

It pissed you off more than you cared to admit.

What pissed you off even more was the fact that Jobe was staring at you from across the room, his fingers running over his bottom lip and his eyes narrowed while the guy you were speaking to let out a laugh at something you had said. Seriously?

You told yourself that you were fine, you could do this. Don’t let him get to you. He wasn’t worth it.

Maybe you would have listened to your own advice if the man in front of you hadn’t stiffened and asked, “You know who that is over there?”

Already knowing who he was referring to, you refrain from sighing and instead excuse yourself. Wasting no time, you stride toward the man who slowly smirks up at you. Oh, you hated him.

“What the hell are you trying to accomplish?” You snap, your gaze never leaving his even when he stands up and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“I’m not trying to ‘accomplish’ anything.” Oh boy, he was insufferable! You couldn’t stand him at all.

Yet you still couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away when he gently grasps your forearms and guides you to a secluded area outside, thinking it was because your voice was raising and he didn’t want anyone to focus their attention on the both of you.

The second you’re aware that it’s just the two of you, you inhale sharply. “If you think you can just ghost me for days on end and then stare at anybody who’s even an inch in my vicinity the way you’re staring, then you’re wrong,” you snap, hands clenching. “Is it really that hard to make up your mind? I don’t—I don’t get you at all, Jobe!”

When he opens his mouth to speak, you quickly continue, “I will not wait for someone who doesn’t know what or who they want. I just won’t.”

After a few seconds pass, Jobe just simply stares at you, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, as if he’s contemplating how to handle the situation.

“Of course,” you scoff. “Whatever—I’m done.” Turning around, you’re about to walk away when he lets out a sigh and tugs you back toward him, making you roll your eyes and take a step back.

The man wets his lips, “I do know what I want.”

“Do you? Then tell me, what is it that you want?”

“You,” he responds almost instantly, making you suck in a breath. But you won’t give in that easily.

“Your way of showing it could use a little work.”

Taking a step toward you, he speaks once again, “Listen—I was… stupid before. I’m sure now.”

“You say you can’t be with me. Then you say that you won’t be able to be with me. Now I’m who you want? I don’t need you playing in my face.”

How did he go about this? You wouldn’t believe him. Rightfully so. Now that he was finally here and able to admit how he felt, he couldn’t help but feel that he was too late. Was he too late?

“What can I do?” He questions, his tone of voice quiet and soft. “Tell me what I can do; I’ll do it.”

Your eyes narrow. He was telling the truth, indeed he was. It didn’t even matter to you. Not anymore.

That’s what you kept telling yourself, but his next words changed your mind in an instant: “Will you have dinner with me? Let me just prove it to you.”

Let me prove it to you. All the resolve you had mustered up disintegrated into thin air and you found yourself letting out a sigh, “One dinner.”

“One dinner?” He echoes. “That’s—okay. Deal.”

Right, deal. You give Jobe one last look before walking past him. Once he’s alone, he starts coming up with different plans for your dinner. This is his one chance to prove to you that he’s, well, sorry and that you’re the one he wants.

And the man will make sure to prove both to you.

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