#jobe bellingham oneshot

[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.

[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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[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.

[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.

[jobesbabe]

Proud of You / Jobe Bellingham

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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!

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monster mash • jobe bellingham (halloween oneshot)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jobe frowned. “What was what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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a gift to remember | jobe bellingham

summary: you have a special gift for your boyfriend

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

sitting on the edge of your bed with a shaking leg and tears in your eyes was now about a week ago and today was the day. today was the day you would tell him.

you felt happy, excited but also terrified, you knew he wanted this i mean you planned this, but what if he changed his mind?

your head was full of thoughts which you got snapped out if as the front door opened and closed again.

you stood up from your sitting position, taking one last breath and getting the little box with the ribbon from your bedside table.

“babe, i’m home!” was all you heard from downstairs as you made your way towards the familiar voice.

hiding the box behind your back, you greeted jobe, who just came back from training.

“hey, love. how was training?” you asked, that was routine.

“mh, nothing special, just like always. what did you do today?” he asked, genuinely curious about your day.

although that was the last question you wanted to hear today, you forced out an answer. “oh, you know. nothing much just did some laundry and stuff.”

you made your way to the kitchen after you told jobe to sit down and you would make him a snack.

you obviously didn’t make a snack, you took the time to prop up your phone somewhere it wasn’t too obvious that you were filming. taking the box again you called out for your boyfriend to come over. you were shaking at this point.

“what’s up?” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts again. “you alright, baby?”

“yeah, yeah i’m good, really good. come here for a moment i need to talk to you.” you stuttered out, obviously nervous.

“what’s wrong? gosh you’re shaking, baby.” jobe noticed as the took your hand. “what’s this?” he asked, referring to the little box you had in your other hand.

“it’s for you, open it.” you answered, you didn’t know what else to say yet.

and jobe did as he was told. slowly uniting the ribbon which was placed neatly over the box which he opened right after, revealing something red and white.

he slowly took the mini sunderland shirt out of the box, looking at it, confused. “baby, what is this? i’m confused, you’re confusing me.”

“turn it around.” you told him, obvious to his own nervousness.

and he did as you told him, immediately realizing what this was. his hand flew over his mouth in an instant, his eyes growing wide and teary.

“are you for real? you’re not joking?” he asked, almost incapable of getting words together.

“yeah baby, it’s real, I’m pregnant. found out last week.” you answered him honestly, still not quite sure of his reaction.

but as you felt two strong arms wrapped around around your waist and hundreds of kisses being placed everywhere on your face, you knew it, you knew he was happy.

“you’re happy?” you asked, almost sounding unsure.

“baby, of course i’m happy, i’m the happiest man alive, i’m gonna be a dad. are you not happy?” he asked, realizing your tear stained eyes.

“no no, i was just scared you changed your mind, i’m so happy, jobe.” you told him, wrapping your own arms around him again, needing to be close to him during such an intimate moment.

“gosh, i could never change my mind about a future with you, my love. you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” he said, his voice cracking slightly due to his emotions.

the two of you just stood there for some time, enjoying each other’s embrace, it was such a beautiful moment just between the two of you.

after some time, you watched the video again, deciding you will share this beautiful moment someday, maybe with your child, maybe with the whole world, for now it would only be a little bit the world was gonna know from you.

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Hi can u please write a Jobe imagine where the reader keeps giving him stupid nicknames and he acts like he hates it but he lets it slide cause he loves her

nicknames | jobe bellingham

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

category: fluff

a/n: didn’t really have that many ideas for this so it’s shorter, hope it’s alright tho!

You shifted as you slowly opened your eyes, adapting to the bright rays of sunlight peaking through your bedroom window.

You sighed contentedly when you felt the arm around your waist squeezing slightly.

You rolled over to your left, where you were met with the face you knew all too well.

Jobe was in a deep slumber, his brows slightly furrowed and his bottom lip pouting lightly as silent puffs of air were heard from out of his mouth.

You turned your head slightly to look at the clock, which read 9:30. Even though it was Jobe’s off day, you didn’t want to spend it all in bed and you also didn’t want to completely ruin your sleep schedule as Jobe would still have to get up early again tomorrow.

So you decided to wake your sleeping boyfriend by kissing his face sloppily. And when you felt him stir underneath you and he opened his eyes to meet yours, you were content.

“Good morning pookie bear.” You said, grinning from ear to ear. You recently started calling Jobe silly nicknames because you knew he felt super awkward about it and you always made fun about it.

Nicknames in general were super awkward at the start if your relationship. Not because one of you didn't like it, Jobe just made it awkward. 'Babe' or 'Baby' wasn't a problem but Jobe always felt weird calling you anything else. Although now your real name was rather rare but those weird names you gave him were definitely not his favorite.

“Babe, stop that.” He said while his voice was muffled due to his head being buried in the pillow.

“you know i would never do that, my honey pie.” you said laughing, giving Jobe one last kiss and getting up.

You just heard a groan from behind you as you made your way to the kitchen downstairs to start on some breakfast.

After the two of you shared the morning hours eating breakfast and getting ready you were now outside on a little walk. Jobe really thought the nicknames stopped by now, which was not the case at all. Although his complaints did faint slightly.

“Jobe, sweet pea. Come here look!” You shouted towards your boyfriend as you sat on a bench which you found. It was the perfect view over the city.

You felt Jobe sit next to you and putting an arm around your shoulder. “It’s beautiful honeybutt.” He said teasingly.

When you heard him calling you something cringe for the first time, you realize just how awkward it really is. Your eyes widened and your hand flew over your mouth quickly to which your boyfriend just responded with a chuckle.

“See? Now you know how i feel. Will you stop that now?”

You looked at Jobe, your head coming dangerously close to his. “I will never stop honey bunny.” You laughed against his lips.

Jobe turned his head away groaning and putting his head in his hands.

“Don’t act like you secretly love it, babe.” You said, nudging his shoulder.

And let’s be honest, he did.

[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.

[jobeisbae]

jobe bellingham x model!reader

summary: living together, jobe bellingham and his girlfriend —a successful model and influencer— find solace in each other after exhausting days. Their evenings are a blend of simple, comforting routines that help them unwind and reconnect.

warnings: none

You pushed open the door to your shared apartment, your body aching from a long day of photo shoots and meetings. The familiar scent of home was comforting, and you sighed in relief as you kicked off your heels, dropping your bag by the door.

“Hey,” Jobe’s voice greeted you from the living room. He looked just as tired as you felt, still in his training gear, his hair damp from a recent shower. “Rough day?”

“The worst,” you replied, making your way over to the couch where he was sprawled out. You collapsed beside him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “You?”

“Same,” he said, shifting slightly to make more room for you. “Coach was relentless today.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, the only sound being your synchronized breathing. The weight of the day seemed to lift slightly just by being close to each other.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit,” you suggested, snuggling closer to him.

“Sounds perfect,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your arm, a soothing gesture that made your eyes flutter closed.

You stayed like that, enveloped in each other’s warmth, the world outside fading away. No words were needed; the comfort of being together was enough.

After a while, you stirred, pressing a kiss to Jobe’s jawline. “We should shower and get to bed.”

He nodded, reluctantly letting you go. You both made your way to the bathroom, shedding your clothes and stepping under the warm water. The water cascaded over you, washing away the fatigue of the day. Jobe’s hands found your shoulders, gently massaging the tension out of them.

“This is nice,” you sighed, leaning back against him.

“Yeah,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Really nice.”

You finished showering, wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels and making your way to the bedroom. The bed was inviting, but not as much as the thought of being wrapped up in each other.

Sliding under the covers, you nestled close to Jobe, his arms coming around you instinctively. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your neck.

I love you too,” you replied, feeling the last remnants of exhaustion melt away in the safety of his embrace.

As you drifted off to sleep, the world outside could wait. Here, in each other’s arms, was where you found true rest and the strength to face another day.

[judespoets]

Hi,can you pls do a imagine about the reader and jobe Bellingham.It could be a oneshot where the reader is a influencer and vlogs a day in her life with Jobe and their Kids.BTW Love your stories😍😍😍

i love that idea, thank u sm🫶🏼

𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | 𝙟𝙤𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none

You slowly opened your eyes, greeted by the early morning light streaming through the curtains. You reached for your phone on the nightstand and noticed the time: 7:30 AM. It was the perfect time to start your day and film you "Day in the Life" video for your YouTube channel. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing how much your subscribers enjoyed these glimpses into your life.

Turning over, you saw Jobe still asleep beside you, his muscular arm draped protectively over the spot where you had been lying. You smiled at the sight of him, his peaceful expression making your heart swell with love. Quietly, you reached over to the nightstand, grabbing your camera and pressing record. You whispered into the lens, "Good morning, everyone! It's (Y/N) here, and today I'm taking you through a day in my life. Let's get started!"

You panned the camera to show Jobe, adding softly, "There's my handsome footballer, still asleep. Let's not wake him just yet." You carefully slipped out of bed, adjusting the camera to capture you as you tiptoed out of your shared bedroom.

You made your way down the hallway to the kids' room, where your two little ones were still asleep in their beds. You gently shook them awake, filming their sleepy faces as they began to stir. "Good morning, my loves," you cooed, "time to wake up and get you to kindergarten.

As the kids rubbed their eyes and sat up, You turned the camera back to yourself. "So, first thing's first—breakfast! Jobe will join us soon, but let's get started without him." You guided the kids downstairs, the camera capturing their playful banter and their way to the bathroom.

“The kids are brushing their teeth right now, which they can do on their own, i’m so proud!” You smiled into the camera while making your way to the kitchen and the fridge. “But we will start breakfast so it’s finished asap. We’ll do some waffles today.” You told the camera while taking the ingredients out of the fridge.

In the kitchen, you set up the camera on a tripod to film you making breakfast. You chatted with your viewers as you cooked, talking about your plans for the day and sharing little anecdotes about your family life. "Jobe has a big match later today, so we'll be cheering him on from the stadium," you said, flipping the waffles with practiced ease. "And I have some exciting content to film for you all.”

As you finished cooking, you heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Jobe, still looking a bit sleepy but smiling at the sight of his family. "Good morning, my love," you greeted him, capturing his arrival on camera as he came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly kissing your neck and cheek before you turned around to give him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Hi people!” He waved with tired eyes into the camera. “Whatcha making, babe?” He asked.

“Just some waffles. Join us for breakfast?” You asked softly as you put the waffles on a plate and added some fruit.

Jobe kissed you on the cheek and ruffled the kids' hair before sitting down at the table. You served the food, and you all ate together, sharing laughs and conversation. You couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of togetherness, even amidst the hustle and bustle of your quiet busy lives.

After breakfast, You filmed snippets of your morning routine—getting the kids dressed, packing your bag for the gym, and even a quick cleaning session later. Throughout it all, you shared tips and insights with your viewers, giving them a genuine look into your day.

By mid-day, Jobe was off to his training session, and you turned the focus of the video to your own work. You set up your filming space, ready to create content for your channel. The kids played in the background, as they already finished kindergarten, their laughter a constant reminder of the joyful chaos that filled your home.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for Jobe's match—you were going to the stadium to cheer him on in person, as always. You picked up the camera and pressed record. "Alright, everyone! We're about to head out to the stadium to watch Jobe's match. The kids are super excited, and so am I. Let's get ready, put on our jersey’s and we’re out!”

You turned the camera to the kids, who were dressed in miniature versions of Jobe's football jersey. "Look at these little fans! Are you guys ready to cheer for Daddy?" You asked, smiling brightly.

“Yeah!" the kids shouted in unison, their faces lighting up with excitement of seeing their dad play.

You laughed and focused the camera back on yourself. "Okay, let's grab our things and head out. Let's go!"

You filmed snippets of your car ride to the stadium—loading the kids into the car, navigating through the traffic, and finally arriving at the bustling venue. The energy in the air was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. "We're here at the stadium, and the atmosphere is incredible. You can really feel the excitement building! It’s a big game!”

You made your way through the entrance, and you captured the kids' awe-struck faces as they took in the sights and sounds. "It's their first time at a such a big match, and they are loving it," you commented to the camera. "Let's find our seats and get settled."

Once you found your seats in the player’s box, you set up the camera on a small tripod to film your reactions during the game. The view from your seats was perfect, and you had a clear view of the field where Jobe would soon be playing. You took a moment to show the packed stadium, the fans waving flags, and the sea of white and red colors filling the stands.

As the match started, you captured every moment—the roar of the crowd, the kids jumping up and down in excitement, and your own enthusiastic cheers. "There he is!" You exclaimed, zooming in on Jobe as he took his position on the field. "Go, daddy! We love you!" You heard the kids scream.

Throughout the match, you filmed highlights and provided commentary for your viewers. "Jobe's playing really well today. He's so focused and determined," you said, your voice filled with pride. "The kids are having a blast, and it's amazing to see them so engaged."

During halftime, you filmed a quick update. "It's halftime, and we're all on the edge of our seats. The game is really close, it’s 1-1 right now. The kids are having the time of their lives, tho.”

As the second half progressed, the tension in the stadium grew. You captured the highs and lows, from close calls to triumphant moments. Finally, as the match drew to a close, Jobe scored the winning goal. The stadium erupted in cheers, and you jumped up with the kids, all of you shouting in joy.

“We did it! Jobe did it!" You exclaimed, turning the camera to capture your jubilant faces. "What an amazing game! We're so proud of him. And also, no grumpy man tonight!” You said, laughing slightly.

After the match, you and the kids made your way down to the field to meet Jobe.

“Daddy!” You filmed the reunion, capturing the kids running into their father's arms and Jobe lifting them up, his face glowing with happiness. "There's our hero," you said, your voice filled with love. "You played incredible, Jobe."

"Thanks, babe," Jobe replied, still holding the kids close. "It means so much to have you all here. I couldn't have done it without your support."

You turned the camera back to yourself, a big smile on your face. "And that's a wrap on our day today! We’ll now just drive home and lay down on the couch or in bed! Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more videos like this. See ya next time!"

You turned off the camera, Jobe taking you under his shoulder, guiding the four of you out of the stadium to finally get home.