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Is your mother here?
warning: sexual intentions
characters: jude x fem!reader
summary: when you guys are having a hot moment and his mom shows up for a surprise
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The house was silent, except for the muffled laughter of you both on the living room couch. You were still wearing your oversized blazer, and he, who at first seemed interested in discussing "fashion", was now completely focused on something else: you.
—Did you know that this blazer looks even better on the floor?
Jude teased, starting to unbutton the buttons with a mischievous smile.
—Oh, really? —You arched an eyebrow, holding his hand. —What if I don't want to take it off, babe?
—Then I guess I'll have to convince you, sweetheart.
He leaned in, kissing you slowly, his hands roaming around your waist as he pulled you closer.
You laughed between the kisses, letting yourself be carried away by his intensity. But soon you felt Jude's fingers slip to the hem of your blazer and his gaze gained a glint of determination.
—Jude, calm down…
You tried, but he silenced you with another kiss, already determined to "heat up" the moment.
In a matter of seconds, the blazer was off, followed by your messy hair that he loved to mess up. You didn't protest anymore, wrapped in the heat and intensity that only Jude knew how to provoke. His hands explored every detail of you, while you tried to maintain control — a losing battle since the moment he pulled you onto his lap.
—You know, I think we should do this more often down here.
Jude murmured against your skin, leaving kisses on your neck.
You were about to answer when you heard the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock.
The front door opened, and Denise's voice echoed through the house.
—Jude? Y/n? I'm back!
Your blood ran cold.
—Jude!
You whispered desperately, pushing his chest.
—What?
He replied, confused, still lost in the moment.
—Your mother is here!
His face instantly paled, and he practically threw the blazer back onto your lap, as he tried to adjust his own clothes.
Denise appeared at the entrance of the room with a small suitcase and a warm smile.
—Hi, dears! I arrived early, I thought it would be a nice surprise.
You, who were still desperately trying to do up the buttons of your blazer, smiled nervously.
—Hi, Denise! It’s good to see you!
Jude, on the other hand, looked like a statue. He cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair.
—Mum, you didn’t tell me you were coming back today.
—Yeah, I wanted to surprise you! —Denise replied, as she watched both curiously. —Everything okay here? Are you… okay?
You quickly replied:
—Yes, yes! Just… relaxing.
Your mother-in-law raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
—Okay. I'll leave my bag in the room. Excuse me.
Just as Denise disappeared down the hall, Jude stared at you in disbelief.
—Relaxing? That's the best you could think of?
—I was nervous!
You whispered, running your hand over your face. You threw a pillow at him, who dodged it and started laughing.
—What are you laughing at, Jude? Your mom almost caught us!
He pulled you closer, trying to calm you down.
—Relax, honey. My mom won't notice anything.
—She won't notice? My hair's all messed up and I'm still trying to button this blazer!
Jude shrugged, with a mischievous smile.
—Well, you look beautiful like this.
You rolled your eyes, but ended up laughing, unable to help it.
—You're impossible, Bellingham.
—And you love me anyway.
He replied, stealing a kiss before going up to "help" his mother with the suitcase.
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PART THREE
jude bellingham x exgf!reader
PART ONE DRUNK CALL
PART TWO DRUNK CALL
a/n: when I tell you how much I loved writing the final part...!
The room buzzed with an air of elegance and formality, the muted hum of conversation blending with the soft clinking of glasses. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the scene, their reflections dancing on the polished floors and the glittering silverware that adorned each table. You moved through it all, dressed in your tailored uniform: a crisp white blouse, sleek black trousers, and a fitted jacket.
Tonight, the night seemed to stretch endlessly, the soft hum of chatter and clinking glasses barely registering in your mind as you moved mechanically through the room. You clung to professionalism like a lifeline, your fingers gripping the tray a little too tightly as you weaved through the guests. Each step felt heavy, like wading through quicksand, your heart pounding so hard you were sure someone would hear it.
Your tray trembled in your hands, betraying the storm inside you. You had done this job a hundred times before, your movements usually smooth and practiced. But tonight, you felt like a rookie—clumsy and unsure, your steps faltering as though the polished floor was uneven beneath your feet.
You kept your gaze low, your focus narrow. The realization that Jude might be somewhere in the room, just a glance away, was a weight pressing against your chest. Still, you moved with purpose, fighting the storm brewing inside you, praying silently that this night would pass without confrontation.
You took a breath, trying to steady yourself. Just another night, you told yourself. Just another high-profile event. But no amount of mental reassurance could quiet the tension coiled inside you, ready to snap. You felt as if chaos were brewing beneath the surface, waiting to burst free at the slightest provocation. You were just working, you didn´t have to encounter him. Not today, not yet.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
You cursed under your breath when you saw him.
He stood across the room, tall and commanding, his laughter cutting through the murmur of voices like a warm melody. He was breathtaking, even more so than you remembered. The tailored tuxedo he wore fit him perfectly, the sharp lines accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame. His presence drew almost every eye in the room, but he seemed oblivious to it, his attention fixed on the joke one of his mates had just told. His smile was wide and genuine, the deep sound of his laughter making your chest tighten.
He looked… different. Stronger. Fitter. The months apart had refined him in a way that almost felt cruel. You wanted to stop looking. The more you did, the more it hurt. As if the universe had conspired to make him even more unattainable, more dazzling than before. The sight of him was a punch to the gut, stealing the air from your lungs.
He hadn’t noticed you. Not yet.
Your first instinct was to disappear, to avoid his gaze at all costs. Without thinking, you veered to the left, your tray wobbling precariously as you turned sharply to serve another group of renowned guests. But even as you busied yourself, pretending to be absorbed in your task, you couldn’t stop your heart from pounding. The sound of his laughter seemed to follow you, a cruel echo that reminded you of everything you’d tried so hard to forget.
But you knew, you could not avoid him forever. It was a matter of time before he saw you.
You felt it before you saw it—that sharp, tingling awareness of someone’s gaze on you. Hesitantly, you glanced up, and there it was. Jude’s eyes locked onto yours from across the room.
It was as if time had stopped. His expression shifted instantly, the smile vanishing from his face as his dark eyes widened in recognition. Unlike you, he was not expecting to see you. His posture, so relaxed and assured only moments before, stiffened slightly, and his hand, which had been gesturing mid-conversation, dropped to his side. For a moment, he didn’t move—just stood there, staring, as though the sight of you had stolen the very breath from his lungs.
You couldn’t look away. His gaze was so intense, so consuming, that it made your knees weak. There was something in his expression that struck you—a mixture of surprise, longing, and something else you couldn’t quite name. He looked at you as if you were a vision, as if he were afraid you might vanish if he so much as blinked.
And then he took an instintive step toward you.
Panic seized your chest. You stepped back reflexively, your heel catching slightly against the edge of a coworker’s shoe. You stumbled, muttering a quick, mortified apology as the other server steadied you with a startled look. The moment shattered, and without thinking, you turned on your heel and disappeared into another section of the room, your heart racing as if you’d just sprinted a mile.
You didn’t stop until you were on the opposite side of the grand hall, your back pressed against the cool wall as you fought to catch your breath. Your hands shook as you set your tray down on a nearby service table, fingers brushing against the polished metal as you steadied yourself.
He saw you. The thought burned in your mind, hot and undeniable. You had felt the weight of his gaze, the way it lingered as if he couldn’t bear to look away.
You wish your meeting had happened under different circumstances and possibly after a longer period of time.
But you couldn’t think about that now. You had a job to do.
On the other side of the room, Jude was reeling. His heart pounded against his ribcage, the sight of you overwhelming his senses. He had always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you now—after months of longing and settling for glimpses in old photos—left him breathless. He’d discovered you had blocked him shortly after a victorious match. Hoping to catch up on what you’d been up to, he found that your profile—and your number—had vanished from his socials. It was a decision he had checked on obsessively, always hoping you’d changed your mind, wishing for even one more chance to see you. Now, here you were, more radiant than he remembered. Yet there was something in your eyes—a flicker of vulnerability entwined with strength—that made his chest ache.
He wanted to look away, to give you space, but he couldn’t. His gaze remained fixed on you, drinking in every detail. He felt like a fool for standing there, rooted in place, but the fear of losing sight of you outweighed his self-consciousness. It wasn’t until a teammate nudged him with a question that he snapped back to reality.
“Are you okey, dude?” Camavinga asked, holding up a glass.
Jude nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Perfectly,” he said quickly, forcing himself to rejoin the conversation, though his mind was anywhere but there.
For you, the night was unfolding like a slow, agonizing waltz. You tried your best to focus on your duties, weaving through the glittering crowd with a steady smile and practiced movements. Yet, no matter how many times you told yourself to stop, your gaze kept drifting to him.
But every time your eyes lingered too long, he caught you.
And every time he did, his expression shifted. His laughter would falter, the easy confidence melting into something deeper, more intense. His gaze would lock onto yours as if nothing else in the room existed, his dark eyes drinking in every detail. And then, as if tethered by some invisible thread, you’d look away, your cheeks burning with the betrayal of your own emotions.
The subtle makeup you’d applied for the night barely concealed your blush. You could feel the heat rising every time you passed him, every time you felt the weight of his eyes following you through the room. It wasn’t just that he was looking—it was how he looked, like he was seeing you for the first time, or maybe for the last, and trying to memorize everything.
At one point, as you poured champagne for a group of distinguished guests, you felt his presence before you saw him. Turning your head slightly, you found him standing across the room, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his posture casual but his gaze anything but. He wasn’t even pretending to listen to the man beside him, his focus solely on you.
Your fingers fumbled with the champagne bottle for a split second, and you prayed no one noticed. But he did. His lips quirked into the faintest smile, a flicker of amusement that made your stomach twist in knots. You turned back to your task, gripping the bottle tightly to steady yourself, silently cursing the way your heart raced.
Later, as you collected empty glasses from a side table, you felt a shadow fall over you. Without looking, you knew it was him. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse quickening as you forced yourself to keep moving, carefully stacking the glasses on your tray.
“Excuse me,” came a deep, familiar voice, low, just behind you.
It wasn’t directly meant for you; he was speaking to a guest nearby. But the sound of it—God, the sound of it—sent a shiver down your spine. You stole a glance over your shoulder, just for a second, and there he was, close enough that you could smell the faint, woodsy scent of his cologne. His profile was perfect, his jawline sharp, his focus momentarily elsewhere.
But then, as though he felt your gaze, he turned.
Your eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the room blurred. His brows lifted ever so slightly, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but you looked away quickly, your heart hammering in your chest. You fled to the kitchen under the pretense of needing a moment to reset the tray, leaning against the counter as you tried to catch your breath.
What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you keep your emotions in check?
The rest of the evening was no better. And for Jude, it was a different kind of torment. He couldn’t stop looking at you, no matter how hard he tried. You were breathtaking in a way that left him utterly speechless. The polished uniform, the subtle glow of your makeup, the way your hair framed your face—it was all enough to undo him.
He noticed the way your cheeks flushed whenever your eyes met his, the way you bit your lip when you thought no one was looking. Every small, nervous movement made him want to cross the room and pull you aside, to finally say all the things he’d left unsaid. But he didn’t. Not yet. He didn’t know if he had the right.
As the evening wound to a close, the tension reached its peak. You felt it in every fiber of your being—the weight of his presence, the way your heart stuttered each time your eyes locked. You knew you couldn’t keep this up. The night would end soon, and with it, the fragile barrier of professionalism you’d clung to.
The event finally ended, leaving you utterly drained. You clung to the shadows as you helped clear away the remnants of the night, ensuring you avoided any further encounters with Jude. By the time you clocked out, the grand hall had grown quiet, the hum of conversations replaced by the quiet shuffle of the cleanup crew.
Outside, the crisp night air greeted you, cool against your flushed cheeks. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and began the walk home, your steps slow and measured, as though trying to gather the broken pieces of your composure.
The night was still, the city alive but muted under a canopy of stars. Each step seemed heavier than the last, your mind replaying the fleeting glances, the unspoken words, the tension that had hung between you and Jude like a storm waiting to break. You wanted to believe it was over—that you could let him go, that this night was the last chapter of a story better left unfinished.
Nevertheless, that was something you didn’t want. That you would never want.
The knock came just as you were slipping out of your shoes by the door. Three quick, firm taps that startled you into freezing in place. You turned, heart already pounding, a part of you knowing who it would be before you even opened the door.
Jude.
He stood there in his tuxedo, the jacket unbuttoned now, his tie loosened and hanging askew around his neck. His hair was slightly disheveled, as though he’d run his hands through it more than once, and his breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just sprinted the whole way to your door. The golden glow of the streetlamp behind him only made him look more devastatingly handsome, more unreal.
“Jude,” you breathed, barely finding your voice. “What are you—”
“You deleted my number,” he interrupted, his voice rough and low, almost accusing. His dark eyes locked onto yours, sparkling with something between frustration and desperation. “You blocked me.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the words. The vulnerability in his gaze made your heart ache, made every defense you’d carefully built crumble into dust. Finally, you whispered,
“You didn’t call.”
The words were soft, barely audible, but they hung in the air between you like a challenge. Your voice trembled, not with anger, but with the rawness of the truth, and his expression shifted instantly. The accusation in his eyes melted into something softer, something that made your knees weak.
He didn’t wait.
Before you could say anything more, he closed the distance between you, one hand cupping your face as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry, desperate, months—almost a year—of regret poured into the press of his mouth on yours. You gasped against him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tuxedo jacket to steady yourself as the world spun around you.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against your lips, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”
You barely had a chance to respond before his lips were on yours again, his other hand sliding to the small of your back to pull you closer. Between kisses, you managed to whisper back, “I missed you.” The admission broke something inside you, and tears stung your eyes even as you kissed him with just as much fervor.
“I missed you too,” he breathed, his words muffled against your skin as he trailed kisses along your jaw, your neck. “Every day. I couldn’t—” His voice cracked, and he kissed you again, harder this time, as though trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.
You both were desperate, clinging to each other as though afraid to let go, your hands tangling in his hair, his touch burning through the fabric of your coat. Between kisses, between gasps for air, came the apologies—raw and heartfelt, tumbling out in broken whispers.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he said, his forehead resting against yours for a fleeting moment.
“I’m sorry I blocked you,” you replied, your voice trembling as your fingers brushed against his jaw.
Neither of you could stop, couldn’t seem to get close enough. The kisses grew more fervent, more consuming, and it felt like you were trying to make up for all the lost time, all the nights spent apart when you’d needed each other most.
“I can’t do this without you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to. I never did.”
Your heart felt like it might burst, and you nodded, your hands cupping his face as you whispered, “Me neither.”
And then his lips were on yours again, silencing the rest of your words, his kiss telling you everything you needed to know. You didn’t know how long you stayed there, tangled together in the doorway, the world outside fading into nothing. All you knew was him—his warmth, his touch, the way he made you feel like you were home.
Finally, when you broke apart, gasping for air, he pressed his forehead to yours, his hands framing your face as if he couldn’t bear to let go. “I’m not losing you again,” he said, his voice firm despite the raw emotion in his eyes.
“You won’t,” you promised, your voice steady this time. “Not ever.”
And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it.
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tell my girlfriend i love her.
jude bellingham x fem!reader. fluff jude has something to say to the public, clearly.
The city of Madrid was crying out loud in white and happiness while you were quietly suffering with your thesis paper, the ultimate killer of your life.
Your heart was already sinking, knowing you were not able to go to the stadium to cheer your boyfriend after his first biggest win of the season but Jude was more understanding than anyone as he kept saying it was alright and it just made your day way worse.
("I am so sorry, I wish I could come but this paper . . it is killing me." You muttered through your phone, as the other line heard you in silence.
Jude sighed, and your heart broke a little. It will be his big day, his club's big day, and you, being his girlfriend, could not attend. Your thoughts lingered toward the trolls on the internet who would be after the status of your relationship.
"It is alright, my love. You will call me after we finish the game, innit? I would just love to hear your voice after we win." Jude softly said, in his voice settled a calmness and a sense of assurance.
You nodded furiously. "I will call you, of course, I will. I love you," You sighed in defeat. "I love you so much." You said it once again, more clearly to hear, more firmly to believe. You could just envision Jude sitting on his bed, biting his lips in slight disappointment with his shoulder completely down like a baby.
"I love you too." He chuckled, trying to make you feel better about the whole situation. "Your boyfriend will make you proud."
"My boyfriend always makes me proud.")
So you decided to take a break from the paper and see the live broadcast of Real Madrid through your large television that Jude gifted claiming to watch him play while you do your little assignment. Switching the television on the news was already covering the win of Real Madrid in the Champions League. After his fresh win with his club, you had already called Jude but it was impossible to pick up since he was happily celebrating with his family and his teammates.
And you did not mind.
His bright smile and the happiness that twinkled through his eyes as he proudly showed off his badge and its accomplishment was warming your heart. Proud was an understatement with Jude, but it was all worth it.
Traveling around Madrid with his teammates on the upper deck of the bus. Your eyes lingered on Jude through the live broadcast as he quietly sipped his cup. You shook your head, laughing since his drunk behavior is quite questionable and now he has decided to show off to the world.
This would be fun, you thought.
"Jude, how do you feel about the win in your first season?" The reporter gently forwarded the mic to Jude who had a red cup holding on his hand. He laughed, grabbing the mic.
"Being in Real Madrid was already a great pleasure, but winning with the club and for the people who support Real Madrid was another beautiful moment of my life and I do not think I will ever forget. But I," He caught a breather for a moment, "I honestly do not know but like, I miss my girlfriend." He rambled through his words. You laughed on your couch, confused and slightly nervous about his behavior. "So I do not know, maybe I am happy but I am sad too." He confessed at the end.
With all the fixed pieces of your heart, it broke piece by piece with his confession at the end.
The reporter took the mic from Jude, but he frantically grabbed it back as if he still had something to say. Clearing his throat, he waved the cameraman to come closer, "Please come here. No, please stay back. No need. I have a mic. Please stay back. I need to look presentable." He laughed.
You mentally note to never let his lips touch any form of alcohol whatsoever. Well, his mother will do the part too. "Can you please tell my girlfriend I love her? Oh wait, I have a mic." Jude whispered to the reporter whilst still holding the mic.
You cupped your mouth, not wanting to laugh at him. Your heart clenched out in adoration at the boy standing in front of a sports broadcast confessing out loud that he simply misses his girlfriend.
"Jude, I think you told her that just now." The reporter laughed. The camera shook in a degree noticing that the cameraman was laughing alongside. The heat crept through your neck but your eyes could not leave him, and his expression for the whole nation to see, he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.
"No, I need to tell her properly again." Jude expressed his words through his pouted lips and his eyes darted at the camera.
"We won, baby. I love you, I love you so much, I will call you after this, I promise and I will fly to you and my heart will still be yours." Jude smiled, staring at the camera with his eyes still sad, yet his smile gave enough of how much he simply wanted to be with you right now.
"I love you too." You whispered softly . . for nobody to hear but most likely the ghost, yet it was enough to know he is coming home to you.
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post to story ౨ৎ jude bellingham
pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader
summary: when attempting to document a trip to madrid becomes a soft launch.
warnings & notes : reader has something already established with jude, is good friends with jobe, and other people in jude's circle. in my head i imagine that the set of stories are spread out throughout the day or week!! also sorry the plot is so loose 😔
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💌 judebellingham has replied to your story:
when did you get here
why didn't you say anything
are you still out?
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yeah
see you in 10
you know where i am bellingham
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you're the worst
i'll be there in 5
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ain't no way
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no hello? hi ??
a waving emoji would've been enough too tbh
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yeah you don't deserve that rn
don't do anything i wouldn't do
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not exactly sure what that means but
thanks dad
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💌 jobebellingham has replied to your story:
the dots...
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there are no dots
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if you say so..
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💌 jobebellingham has replied to your story:
looks an awful lot like my brother
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blehhhhh
jobebellingham
you're the worst
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and you sound just like your brother
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oh! you're definitely the worst!
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no need to tease us
we know who
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teasing is my specialty
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keep that between you and jude
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who said it was jude 🤨.
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yeah ok 😂😂😂😂
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your song choice is making it seem like i'm some whore
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...
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wow
i see how it is mate
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no need to mate me now
judebellingham
?
pretty sure you'd like that
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i think that's more than enough out of you jude
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💌 trentarnold66 has replied to your story:
tell me the lad put on a good show at least
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not better than you
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obviously not better than me
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but still
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HELLO??? THEYVE CONNECTED??
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what are you talking about
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THE DOTS
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STOP.
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i knew it...
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my turn now
you're the worst
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🤷��♂️🤷♂️🤷♂️🤷♂️
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didn't know you were in the stands
why didn't you tell me you wanted to watch
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didn't want you offering me the same seats you give every other girl
or the goal dedication
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bit presumptuous of you
who says i would've offered you seats
or dedicated my goal to you
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oh?
you wouldn't have?
judebellingham
of course i would've
would've written your name on my undershirt
blown a kiss and everything
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same treatment every other girl gets?
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judebellingham
there aren't any other girls
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that's not what a certain someone said 🤐
judebellingham
i'm killing jobe
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just kidding
your mother got me that seat
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i told her to do it
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yeah sure
good job today brum boy
judebellingham
me when they say good boy 😝
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I DID NOT SAY GOOD BOY
judebellingham
you did now 🤤🤤🤤
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you are SICK.
judebellingham
sooo... see you at 5?
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can i say no?
judebellingham
no
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🙄🙄🙄 see you at 5 then i guess
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kiss already
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EDUARDO.
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your plausible deniability is running out btw...
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no it's not
innocent until proven guilty actually
jobebellingham
mum said you stayed over
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ON THE COUCH
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WITH JUDE
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you know what
i'm not arguing with you jobe
jobebellingham
cause you would lose
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no
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jobebellingham
why can't you guys just give it up
it's not like you have to tell the world
but you don't have to lie to me
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...
it's cause me and your brother aren't anything jobe
jobebellingham
GIVE IT UP ALREADY
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i'm serious jobe
we haven't talked about it
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so you went all the way to madrid to see a guy who won't ask you out officially
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not just any guy 🙄
he's your brother
ALSO I DID NOT GOT TO MADRID JUST FOR THAT
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he's just another guy if he won't ask you out officially yn
he is my brother but stand up ☝🏻😀
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...
can you stop being real with me jobe what the flip
FINE
i will start the conversation
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1:27 AM
jude
yn
uhhhhh
??
grrrrrrrrrr
you alright?
AHHHHHHHH
AHHHHH
why are we screaming
jude you know i like you right
i like you too yn
what is happening
jude what are we
oh wow
yn you are ruining it
oh
NO
that came out so horrifically wrong
i'm so sorry
what i meant to say is
i have dinner reservations for 2 at 6pm
and you just spoiled your own surprise
ohh
nice save jude
🙄🙄.
fine
yn you make me really happy
and i hate that i haven't brought this up earlier
would you let me be your boyfriend
weeeeeee
okay now you're ruining it
i'll see you at 6 mate
wow...
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so can you finally admit it was jude
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🙄🙄.
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have fun tonight 😉😏😏
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EDUARDO CAMVINGA.
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did he ask you out
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yes...
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are you guys together now
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yes...
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so the dots connected
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yeah...
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you're the best jobe
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did you never see that clip dortmund posted
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which one
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who wouldn't you let date your sister
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... i saw it
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congrats though
he's yours to deal with now
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i'm sure you could steal him back anytime
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let me know if he's too much for you to handle
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really?
the last story was unnecessary i think
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yeah he's a little odd looking
but he's my boyfriend
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...
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speechless?
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i have a bad feeling this is just the beginning
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of our relationship 💔💔?
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good feeling about that
bad feeling about
your future story posts...
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yeah you're probably right
don't get caught lacking now mate
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again with the mate...
can you go back to calling me your odd looking boyfriend
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alright
if that's what you prefer mr. odd looking boyfriend
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oh he is not living this down
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poor jude
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give the lad a break
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:(
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isn't my boyfriend just the cutest lil guy ever?
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well if you put it that way...
yeah
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great! so it's staying up
i'm gonna add it to my highlights too
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you evil woman...
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First Glimpse - Jude Bellingham
— REQUEST status OPEN
— pairing • jude bellingham x fem!reader
— summary • In Jude Bellingham’s much-anticipated documentary series, fans are given an intimate look into the football star’s life, with a special feature introducing his long-time girlfriend—you. Known for keeping a low profile despite dating one of football’s brightest stars, this marks your first public appearance. During a heartwarming interview, you open up about how you and Jude met, even though you already knew who he was, and how you never expected to become his girlfriend. The episode includes candid moments with Jude’s family, particularly his parents and younger brother, Jobe, with a special Thanksgiving Eve gathering where you all share laughter, love, and togetherness. Through your eyes, fans get to see a more personal side of Jude and his close-knit family.
— warnings • none :)
— note • i’ve got like 7-8 request about to write a one-shot with reader featuring in one of jude’s document series. so here it is, i hope you enjoy, happy reading!!
The camera focuses in on a familiar setting for those who follow Jude Bellingham’s career: the cozy, welcoming living room of the Bellingham family home. The walls are adorned with family photos, mementos from Jude’s rise in football, and hints of his personality—trophies and framed jerseys alongside warm family portraits.
But today, the focus is on you. You sit on the sofa, the soft cushions surrounding you as the camera captures your slight nervousness. A small, warm smile crosses your face, and you shift in your seat, unused to the spotlight.
A voice from behind the camera breaks the silence. The interviewer. “So, this is your first time on camera. How are you feeling?”
You chuckle, glancing off-screen for a moment as if looking for support before turning back. “Yeah, it’s definitely new for me. I’m more of a private person, so this is... different, but I’m excited to be part of this.”
There’s an understanding laugh from the interviewer. “For everyone watching, could you introduce yourself?”
You nod and give a small wave. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jude’s girlfriend, and, um... yeah, I’m usually not in front of the camera, so this is a bit out of my comfort zone,” you say, your voice laced with both nerves and humor.
The interviewer continues smoothly, keeping the tone light. “So, let’s jump into the good stuff. How did you and Jude meet?”
You pause for a moment, your eyes softening as you think back to the day. “Well, I actually knew who Jude was,” you begin with a smile. “I mean, he’s Jude Bellingham. Anyone who follows football knows who he is. But I never imagined I’d actually end up dating him. That wasn’t even on my radar.”
The camera cuts to a shot of Jude laughing in an earlier part of the documentary, as if he’s recounting the same story, though from his perspective. His grin is wide, and there’s a glint in his eyes that shows how much he enjoys this memory.
You continue, your voice a little more relaxed now as you find your rhythm. “We met through mutual friends at a small gathering. I’d seen him play on TV and heard about him through the grapevine, but when we met in person, he was just... Jude. Not the football star. Just this really laid-back, funny guy.”
“So, did you know right away that you liked him?” the interviewer asks, intrigued.
You laugh, shaking your head. “Not at all. I was definitely attracted to him—he’s handsome, obviously—but I didn’t expect anything more than just a friendly conversation that night. I thought it’d be a ‘Hey, nice to meet you,’ and that’d be it.”
There’s a brief pause, and the interviewer presses gently. “So what changed?”
You smile, eyes twinkling with the memory. “Jude changed. We ended up talking the whole night. It was so easy with him, and I realized he wasn’t just this football prodigy everyone sees on the pitch. He’s so much more. Kind, funny, and really grounded. But it was his persistence that surprised me the most. After that night, he didn’t just let it end there. He reached out, wanted to spend time with me, and honestly? I couldn’t resist his charm.”
The camera switches to a series of candid clips, showing you and Jude out and about—him pulling faces to make you laugh, you playfully pushing him away before being pulled into a hug. It’s the kind of chemistry that makes it clear this relationship runs deep, full of mutual adoration and comfort.
“So, how long have you two been together now?” the interviewer asks off-screen.
You think for a second, tilting your head slightly as you calculate. “A little over two years now. Time flies, honestly. It’s been an incredible ride.”
“And what’s it been like, dating someone as high-profile as Jude?”
You take a deep breath, nodding. “It’s definitely been an adjustment. At first, it was a bit overwhelming, especially with how much attention he gets. But we had a conversation early on about keeping our relationship private, at least until we were ready. Jude’s been really protective of that—he’s always made sure I feel comfortable, and I love that about him. But I also understand that he’s a public figure, and being with him means that sometimes, I’ll be seen too. This,” you gesture around at the cameras, “is one of those times.”
The camera cuts to another moment—this time, Jude and you are walking through a park, your hands loosely clasped together. He swings your arm playfully, then stops to pull you into his side, whispering something in your ear that makes you laugh. It’s easy, intimate, and full of warmth.
“Speaking of being seen,” the interviewer continues, “how does it feel to finally share a bit of your relationship with the world?”
You laugh softly. “It’s exciting, I guess. People have always been curious, but I’ve been pretty firm about staying out of the spotlight. I’m not someone who thrives on attention like Jude does. But it’s nice to be able to show this part of his life. People know him as the footballer, but they don’t really see the person behind all of that. I’m happy to share a little bit of what we have, because it’s special.”
The camera pans across the Bellingham household, warm and inviting with the sounds of family chatter filling the air. Thanksgiving Eve at the Bellingham’s is a full house. Jude’s dad, Mark, is in the living room, laughing loudly with Jobe and Jude as they discuss football, while his mom, Denise, is in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepares the family meal.
The lens of the camera focuses on you for a moment. You’re helping Denise chop vegetables, your hands moving a little slower than hers but with focus, and you share a comfortable conversation. A nervous laugh escapes you as you attempt to cut the vegetables to her standard.
“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” you ask, holding up an unevenly chopped carrot with a teasing smile. “It doesn’t look quite like yours.”
Denise glances over and laughs softly, reaching out to gently touch your arm in reassurance. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re doing just fine,” she says, her voice full of warmth. “Trust me, my first Thanksgiving wasn’t perfect either. And honestly, even if it’s a bit wonky, it’s still going to taste amazing.”
Her words, her tone—there’s something deeply maternal in the way Denise speaks to you. It’s as if you’re already a part of the family, not just Jude’s girlfriend, but someone she holds close to her heart. You smile at her gratefully, feeling that familiar warmth whenever you’re around her.
Denise’s attention turns fully to you now, setting down her wooden spoon and wiping her hands on a towel before stepping closer. “You know,” she begins, her voice soft and kind, “I’ve always thought of you like a daughter. You’re such a big part of Jude’s life, but you’ve also become such an important part of ours too.”
You look at her, slightly taken aback by the depth of her words. Your heart swells in your chest, not expecting the surge of emotion. “That means the world to me, Denise,” you say, your voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve always felt so welcomed here. You and Mark, and even Jobe—you’ve all made me feel like part of the family from day one.”
Denise steps forward, enveloping you in a gentle but tight hug, the kind that only a mother could give. “That’s because you are family,” she whispers against your shoulder. “We love you like one of our own.”
You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into her embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. In this family, you’ve found something special—something you didn’t expect to have when you first started dating Jude. It’s not just a relationship with him; it’s a bond with the people who raised him, who made him the person you love so deeply.
As you pull away, Denise gives you a warm smile, her eyes soft with affection. “Jude’s a lucky man,” she says, glancing toward the living room where Jude is seated. “But then again, I think we’re all lucky to have you around.”
You chuckle softly, still holding onto the warm feeling in your chest. “I’m the lucky one. Jude’s incredible, and you’ve all been nothing but wonderful.”
Denise’s eyes twinkle as she leans in conspiratorially. “He’s a handful sometimes, though, isn’t he?”
You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Oh, definitely. But I love him all the more for it.”
Denise shakes her head, her smile growing wider. “Good, because he needs someone like you to keep him in check.”
There’s a shared understanding between the two of you, the kind that goes beyond words. Denise pats your hand and returns to stirring the pot, the air between you filled with warmth and affection. It’s a small moment, but one that fills your heart, making you realize just how deeply connected you’ve become to Jude’s family.
The scene transitions to the dining room, where the entire family is gathered around the table. Mark is telling a story, his booming laugh punctuating the conversation as Jobe makes a playful remark. Jude sits beside you, his arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he smiles and laughs along with his family.
“Jobe, pass the bread,” Jude says, reaching across the table with a grin.
Jobe rolls his eyes dramatically but tosses the basket of bread to his brother. “There you go, Mr. Superstar.”
You nudge Jude with your elbow as he catches the bread. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t start charging for autographs at family dinners.”
Jude grins, leaning in closer to you. “Oh, I’d give you an autograph for free,” he teases, his voice low and playful.
You roll your eyes but smile, and as Jude reaches for his plate, Denise catches your eye from across the table. She gives you a wink, as if to say, See what I mean? A handful.
The love and ease that fills the room is palpable. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This family has welcomed you, loved you, and made you one of their own, and tonight is a perfect reflection of that.
The camera lingers on the scene—Jude’s hand resting on your shoulder, Denise watching her sons with pride, and you laughing along with them, fully immersed in the warmth of their family dynamic.
As the evening winds down, and dessert is served, Jude’s dad, Mark, stands up, raising a glass. “I think we all know what I’m about to say,” he begins with a grin. “But this Thanksgiving, I just want to take a moment to say how grateful we all are. Grateful for family, for good health, and, of course, for the wonderful woman who’s come into our lives and made our son the happiest he’s ever been.”
You blink, taken aback by the sudden toast, your eyes glancing around the table. Denise smiles warmly at you, her eyes filled with affection, and Jude leans closer, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.
“To Y/N,” Mark says, raising his glass higher. “Welcome to the family. Officially.”
There’s a soft murmur of agreement as everyone raises their glasses, and you feel your throat tighten with emotion. It’s not just words—it’s a promise. A declaration that you belong here, with them.
As everyone takes a sip, Jude leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, “I told you they love you.”
You turn to him, your heart full. “And I love them.”
The camera captures the final moments of the evening—the plates scattered with crumbs, the soft murmur of conversation as everyone winds down, and the love that fills the room. The bond between you and Jude has always been special, but tonight, it’s clear that your relationship extends beyond just the two of you. You’ve found a home with his family, and they’ve found a place in your heart.
As the screen fades to black, the soft hum of background music plays, leaving the viewers with a sense of warmth and love, the credits rolling as the final glimpse of your story is shared with the world.
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Jude being clingy and wanting reader to hold him
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“jude please…i gotta do a lot of things today” you said trying to stand up from the bed but jude’s hands wouldn’t leave your body.
“no…” he mumbled into your neck.
“jude…” you almost begged him.
“five more minutes please…then i’ll let you go” he whispered half asleep and you knew you couldn’t say no to that.
“okay…just five more minutes…” and of course, five more minutes turned into an hour as you fell asleep once again. you almost ended up sleeping all morning and when you woke up again you almost had a heart attack seeing how late it was.
you violently moved jude’s body away from yours and you stood up.
you heard jude groaning but you didn’t care.
the house was a mess as you and jude just came back from a weekend in greece and you left your suitcases all over the living room. you needed to buy some food because you had only a few things left, you needed to go to the post office to send a few packages and you needed to clean the house a little and of course, waking up almost at lunch time didn’t make it easy for you to do all of that.
“come back to bed…” jude slightly opened his eyes when he heard noises coming from the bathroom.
“nope! now you get up and you help me with the house…first of all take your luggage away from the living room cause i have to wash the floor” you said exiting the bathroom.
“later…i’m tired…and you should come back to bed with me, i wanna cuddle” he gave you his puppy look and you almost came back to bed, almost.
jude got up too when he saw you leaving the bedroom and he followed you like a puppy. he moved his luggage back to the bedroom but he stayed with you the whole time you cleaned the floor, he watched every movement you made.
he watched as you unpacked your clothes and put them in the washing machine. he didn’t leave your side when you were cooking lunch for the two of you and he even helped you setting the table.
but once he was done, his hands came back to your waist as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.
“jude…”
“you smell good” he said leaving a soft kiss to your neck.
“nah…it’s probably the food” you joked.
you both ate together but the moment you stood up to clean the dishes, jude did it first and ran to the sink.
“you know it’s not a challenge right…” you teased him.
“i know but when the dishes are done we can cuddle on the couch so i want to do them quickly…” he said giving you the puppy eyes once again.
“we have to go buy some food at the market” you told him but he said no.
“we can go tomorrow and take out tonight…please” he begged you.
so when the dishes were done, jude practically grabbed and threw you on the couch.
“hold me please…” he whispered as he laid his head over your stomach. it wasn’t really often that jude would be clingy like that but everything he searched for your warmth you couldn’t help but melt.
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Cookies!
Pairing : dad!Jude Bellingham x reader
Them : Angst, I think.
Word count : 2k
Jude had a bad day and it seemed like a cookie wasn’t enough to cheer him up.
I haven’t written in soooo long. Apologize for any mistakes. Might delete this one. I don’t know. Sorry! Should start writing more. 😔
Jude and you were highschool sweethearts. Back when eveyone thought you guys wouldn’t make it because kids in love? Yeah, who would have thought you guys could pull through.
But you did.
There were ups and downs especially at the beginning of his career. Those multiple rumors and gossips came flooding all at once and you went from a normal girl to someone who was known to have a famous boyfriend. They ven called you “the girl who hit the jackpot”.
Some even called you lucky.
A few months after your marriage, Jude and you were blessed with a little girl named Aaralyn. Jude was a perfect father figure to her though to be honest, her arrival wasn’t really align with the immense growth of his career but he managed to balance it all out.
But there were still ups and downs.
The small little hand was flipping through pages of pages from your baking cookbooks whilst her other hand kept on tapping on her chin. Her soft little hums filled through the air.
“Have you make up your mind, honey?” You asked whilst rummaging through the cupboards to take out every baking tools needed.
Jude had been feeling under the weather these days. He tried to hide it from you as he always did but you always catch on it. You knew him very well.
And so did Aaralyn.
Apparently, your little girl was fully aware of it too. Aaralyn woke up this morning and came up with an idea to bake cookies for Jude because it was her favourite and based on her logic, whatever foods that made her happy, should made others happy just as much.
“Mommy, we… bake choco cookies!”
You let out a cackle. “You flipped through the whole book just to decide with a basic one?”
“It’s Alyn’s favourite!” Her small little hands started patting on her chest with a proud expression written all over the face.
“Of course, baby. Can you let mommy see the ingredients, please?” You were about to pull the book closer to your side but your duaghter was quicker.
She snatched the book back with her lips jutting out. “Alyn can read!”
“Okay, read it out loud while mommy gather all of the ingredients, yeah?”
“This one says..powder!” Her little finger pointed to the first ingredient on the list.
“What kind of powder?”
“Co— cocoa powder, mommy! This one..” The little finger then slid to the second ingredient.
••
Your little girl’s eyes widen when the sound of a car came from the garage. There was no other car that could have parked in the garage except for your husband’s.
“Daddy is here! Mommy, daddy’s here! We need to be faster!” She made a hop sound as her dangling little feet touched the ground and scrambled to get her princess plate from the cupboard.
“Use Alyn’s plate!” She lifted her pink coloured plate up high for you to place one of the baked goods.
The sound of the door slammed put your little conversation with Aaralyn to an end. There were no words exchanged as both of you stared at Jude. He threw his bag on the couch, the things inside hit with some of your daughter’s toys.
“Alyn, I told you to clean up your toys, didn’t I?” The tense in Jude’s voice was enough to make his mood known to the rest of the family members.
“Uh-oh, mommy wait!” Your daughter tiptoed to place her plate back on the kitchen counter before scrambling to the living room.
You were looking from afar as she straighten her arm to grab on her little toy whilst Jude was ignoring her existence, eyes solely on his phone.
“Daddy, can help me? Please?” Aaralyn mumbled a little as she patted on her dad’s laps.
“You should clean up your own mess. We talked about this yet you still refuse to learn.” He stood up, picked up the bag which he threw earlier and headed straight to the bedroom, leaving your little girl alone.
You saw she brought her little hands close to her chest, lips pouting as she stood there, completely baffled with what just happened.
“Baby, it’s alright. Mommy will help you.” You picked up your daughter’s toy box and brought it closer to the couch, Aaralyn then made a little noise as she jumped on the couch to gather all of the toys left.
“Daddy might be feeling a little sad today. I’m sorry about what happened, sweetheart.” You cupped on her chubby cheeks to give them a little kiss.
“It’s awright! Daddy will be happy after my cookie!” She squealed.
Your brows lifted, smile widen as she mentioned the main point of the day. “You are right! I forgot about the cookies. Should we bring it to daddy?”
“It’s okay! Alyn will do it.”
You trailed behind as she ran back to the kitchen, boths arms high up in the air to get her plate back.
“Be careful!” As soon as you handed her plate back, she already made her way to the room where Jude went.
“Alyn will come back after I make daddy happy!” Her voice sounded afar as she ran to the hallway.
Aaralyn’s pace stopped in a sudden as she nearly hit the closed door. There came a new problem as she couldn’t knock on the door whilst holding the plate.
“Uh-oh..” The soft little mumble slipped out from her mouth.
“Daddy? It’s me!” The back of her hand hesitantly knocked on the door as she took a step back, waiting for a response.
Jude heaved a sigh, arm propped up to cover his eyes. He wished a second for himself and he got was continous knocking sound greeting his ears.
“Daddy…?”
“Daddy!” She crouched down to carefully put the plate on the floor before bringing both of her fists thumping against the door.
“It’s me, Alyn!”
“What do you want from me?!” The inside of the door banged agaist the wall of the bedroom as Jude opened the door. There was nothing but tense in his voice.
Jude saw his little girl struggling to stand up straight with the plate of cookies right as he brought his gaze on her.
Startled by the sudden loud noise, some of the cookies in the plate fell onto the floor. Most of the perfect sized cookie now turned into little bits and pieces.
“Alyn just— just wanna give daddy a cookie…” Your little girl immediately cut the vexed gaze from Jude, her head hung low and she bit on the inside of her cheeks.
“You are making me suffocated. I need a fucking break and I can’t even do that in my house?!”
“Sorry daddy…” Her words turned into a mumble, lips started trembling.
Jude heaved a sigh when he spotted the cookie crumbles now all scattered on the floor. “Great, another mess. Clean it, Alyn. Now!”
Hearing the voice of your husband gradually got louder and louder, you immediately flipped the main valve. You barely had any time to wipe your hands as you scurried to the bedroom where you saw your little girl crouching on the floor, her little chubby hands quivered as she picked up the mess she did.
“Jude! What was that for?!” Fuming, you pushed him by his chest, tears welled up in your eyes.
“I just need a rest, Y/N,” He rolled his eyes with no hint of guilty.
“You could have just said so instead of cursing to my daughter. She did nothing wrong!”
“She should have just left me alone. No one gives a fuck about a fucking cookie right now! I couldn’t play for 2 months and you didn’t even ask me if I’m doing fine!” Jude responded back, not giving any sign to back down nor to tune down his voice.
“I know you aren’t doing fine. Alyn knows it as well. In fact, she knows it better than me. She planned all this. She planned a movie night, we waited for you to come home only to find out you spent a night at Vini’s without telling us beforehand. Alyn wanted to cook your favourite food. We did and you weren’t able to come home again. She then decided to bake her favourite cookies, thinking it could cheer you up only for you to shout at her face. Is it her fault that you have to rest for two months? That you had to lash it all out on her? Do it to me! Scream in my face, Jude! Do it.” Jude didn’t flinched when your fist repeatedly hit on his chest.
“This isn’t about you, Y/N.” He breathed out.
“So, is it about your daughter? Is that why you lashed out on her?”
Instead of saying anything else, he heaved a sigh and made his way to the bathroom.
You went back to where your little girl was sitting. The tears stain were immediately gone as you quickly wiped of your cheeks before crouching in front of her.
“Come, baby,”
Your little girl pulled her hand back from you and went back to picking up the crimbles. “Daddy— daddy asked Alyn to clean up this mess first or daddy will be mad again…”
Your heart broke when she kept her head low. Aaralyn always loved to make eye contacts, she had always been the mood maker in the house.
“Mommy will clean up the mess. Can you go back to your room, please, baby?”
“Daddy won’t be mad..?” She lifted her eyes and you were greeted a pair of puffy eyes, her cheeks were more round as she jushed her lips forward. She looked exactly like Jude and it broke the dam of your tears.
“Daddy won’t be mad at you anymore. Go back to your room? Mommy will see you once I clean this all up, alright?”
**
Jude clearly forgot what happened after. He was literally losing the grasp on time as soon as he woke up from his nap. The blanket was pushed aside as he grabbed on his phone. The brightness made him squint his eyes. The picture of you and your little girl greeted his sight.
3:02
Even in the dark, without him having to turn his head aside, he could still feel the bareness. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. Not until he tapped on the other side of the bed.
It was empty. Untouched even.
“Honey?”
His heartbeat gradually turned even faster as every call was left unanswered. You were a light sleeper. Even a slight noise could have woken you up. Soon as he left the master bedroom, his feet bought him to your little girl’s room. The light was left on but there wasn’t any sight of his baby girl too.
“Aaralyn. Honey?”
Jude went uneasy. His skin turned sticky as he broke intol cold sweats. Part of him wished all of this was just a dream. Before he reached the main door, he caught a glimpse of a pink coloured plate on the dining table with some sort of yellow coloured paper by its side along with a box of crayon pencils.
“Daddy’s
— Aarlyn ❤️”
••
You could have brush it off if it was only between you and him but not to your little girl. Aaralyn was clearly upset. Even when you packed her stuffs, she remained seated at the dining table, staring at her remaining cookie.
As you rearranged her folded clothes into the luggage, she came back into her room, looking determined as if she had to get something done. You let her be as she ran back outside as she took out her crayon set with a piece of paper from her notebook.
Unknown to you, she actually wanted to leavr a little message to her very first love.
“There! For daddy!” She mumbled, the crayon in her hand was slipped back into the rest of the set as she left the paper right beside her plate. Her little hand then rearrange the cookie right in the middle. Not before she took a small bite at the corner of it.
“Daddy will like it…” She murmured with a small smile on her face.
“Come, baby. We gotta go.” You called out to your little girl, voice half whispering not to wake Jude up. After all those things that he did, you dtill couldn’t believe he had the audacity to just call it a night.
“Okay, mommy!” Aaralyn hopped off the chair and ran to you as you crouched down to put on her shoes. As she remain still with her little leg on your lap, she sticked her index finger in her mouth, eyes locked at the dining table area.
“What are you looking at, sweetheart?”
“Alyn forgot to keep my crayon…” She answered.
“That’s alright. Just leave it be.” You picked up your luggage bag, your free hand locked on your little girl’s wrist.
“Mommy, where are we going? Aaralyn asked.
“Daddy needed some time alone so it’s just gonna be you and me.”
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pairing: jude bellingham x reader request: yes /can you please write something about the reader being from italy and finding it hard to pronounce many english word, and shes out with jude and people they’re with start making snarky comments. like they are all making fun of her accent and at first she acts like she’s fine but then jude realises she is quieter than usual and jude just comforts her pls author’s note: thank you so muchhh for the request! hope you liked it! 👀
It was a warm evening, the kind where the air buzzed with energy, and we found ourselves sitting around a table with some of Jude’s friends, laughing and chatting over dinner. I hadn’t met all of them before, but Jude made sure I felt included, keeping me close with his arm draped casually over my chair.
The night was going well, everyone swapping stories and jokes, the conversation flowing easily—until it didn’t.
Someone cracked a joke, and I tried to jump in, tossing a comment that made sense in my head. But the words stumbled out, my accent thick on my tongue. I saw one of the girls across the table glance at her friend, stifling a laugh.
"Sorry, what did you say?" she asked, her smile a little too sharp.
I repeated myself, slower this time, making sure I was saying it right. The sound of my voice, though, felt wrong—like I was standing out in a way I didn’t want to.
“That’s adorable,” one of the guys chimed in with a chuckle. “Your accent really does all the talking, doesn’t it?”
There was a round of light laughs, and I forced a smile, even though it felt like I’d been slapped.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I muttered, trying to laugh it off.
The conversation shifted, but the feeling lingered. Every time I opened my mouth after that, I could hear the way the words didn’t quite fit, like puzzle pieces forced into the wrong spots. And every once in a while, one of them would make another subtle remark, like they were amused by the way I spoke.
Jude was talking to one of his teammates, his hand still resting on the back of my chair. He hadn’t seemed to notice yet. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I played along, acting like the jokes didn’t bother me. But they did. Each one chipped away at the confidence I’d built up, leaving me quieter than usual, sinking into myself.
I stared at my glass, swirling the drink around, nodding along when I was supposed to, but feeling like I wasn’t really there.
It wasn’t until we left the restaurant, walking towards the car, that Jude seemed to pick up on it. He slid his hand into mine, glancing down at me.
“You alright, love? You’ve been quiet tonight.”
I shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t press further. “Just tired.”
He didn’t buy it. Jude stopped walking, gently pulling me aside so we weren’t within earshot of the others.
“No, something’s up. You’re not yourself.”
His eyes searched mine, concern etched on his face. It was one of the things I loved about him—how he always paid attention, even when I tried to hide things.
“It’s nothing, really. Just… they kept making fun of my accent.” I forced a smile, but my voice cracked. “It’s not a big deal.” I sighed, my shoulders slumping.
“Who?” Jude’s expression hardened.
“It’s fine, Jude. They didn’t mean it like that. It was just jokes.” I shook my head quickly.
“They upset you,” he said simply, his jaw clenched now. “That’s not okay.”
"I just… I try so hard. I know I don’t sound like everyone else, and I don’t want to embarrass you—” I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but the frustration bubbled up.
“You think you embarrass me?” He cut me off, his voice gentle but firm. His hands came up to cradle my face, forcing me to look at him. “Babe, you could never embarrass me. I love everything about you, including the way you speak.”
I felt my eyes sting with tears, the weight of the evening pressing down on me.
“It’s just hard. I don’t want people to think I’m stupid because I can’t say things the right way.”
Jude’s thumb brushed a tear from my cheek before it could fall.
“You’re not stupid, and I don’t care what anyone thinks. Your accent is beautiful. You don’t have to change for anyone.”
“Thank you.” I let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch.
"Next time someone makes a comment, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s a joke—they don’t get to make you feel like that.” He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.
I smiled up at him, feeling a little lighter.
“You’re not going to punch anyone, are you?”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Only if they deserve it.”
We both laughed softly, the tension melting away as we walked back to the car, hand in hand.
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LOSS, JUDE BELLINGHAM
today jude had a game, you had stayed home because you were feeling slightly under the weather but you had promised him that you would watch from your bed.
as you watched you saw as the other team was aggressive and talented, as jude’s team fought hard they unfortunately faced a loss. the look of defeat etched on jude’s face made your stomach sink. you knew the stadium was a couple hours away, so you had to wait but in the meantime you texted him a short message,
‘good job today baby, i’m sorry you guys lost. you played really well i love you 💕’
as you sent the message jude immediately read it but never responded. you furrowed your brows at this, jude always responded. you turned off you phone and rolled over to blow your nose with the tissues on the bedside table. you hear the door slam but no jude.
you stepped out of bed your sock-clad feet tapping softly against the hardwood floors. you see jude standing in the kitchen, zoned out, eyes watery. “hey jude,” you start, placing a soft hand on his shoulder before he cuts you off “god yn! leave me alone!” he quickly storms off to your shared bedroom. the yelling had startled you and made your oncoming headache worse. you knew something was wrong so you weren’t mad, more concerned.
you softly walked over to the bedroom and opened the door slowly, you saw jude sat on the floor near the end of the bed. his shaky hands were pulling at his curly hair, he had tears rolling down his face as he struggled to breathe. “hey hey jude,” you sit in front of him and grab his hands out of his hair, holding them. he looks into your eyes “i- i- sor- can’t- breathe” “i know baby your gonna try to follow my breathing okay?” he softly nods his head in understanding, you place his hands on your chest. you take slow breaths as he follows “what happened baby?” you ask him as his breathing had regulated but he was still sobbing. “i-i played so bad and i knew you and jobe were watching. i disappointed everyone-“ you noticed as he started panicking again “jude you played great, you didn’t disappoint anyone, if anything you inspired jobe he has an amazing brother who although he was losing he fought his hardest to win for his team, that’s what makes a good football player, and you’re an amazing one i pinky promise” a smile broke out on his face as you held out your pinky he interlocked his pinky with you “im really sorry i yelled earlier” he sayed and he stuffed his head into your chest. “it’s okay baby it just made my heard hurt a little bit” he immediately shot up “are you okay? do you need anything? i’ll go get you-“ he rambles “baby im fine” “are you sure?” he grabs your hands, “positive” you confirmed “does this mean i can’t kiss you?” he sighs “not on the lips” you inform him, he softly kisses your forehead “can we lay down? i’m really tired after that.” he asks “let’s have a shower first jude, i’ll wash your hair for you.” he smiles “i’ll wash your hair for you too” he encourages rushing over to the bathroom and getting undressed.
“are you sure you’re okay?” jude asks while scrubbing the shampoo through the roots of your hair “yes, this feels nice, i just have a headache and stuffy nose.” you inform you “okay how about you take some medicine before we go to sleep” jude says grabbing the shower head and rinsing your hair out “i love your hair,” he compliments smiling as you turn around “thank you,” you blush “i love your hair too” you say kissing his cheek.
after your shower jude walks downstairs and gets you some medicine and water “here you go darling,” he hands them to you, “thank you” you kiss his nose. you guys then lay down holding jude to your chest. “i’m really proud of you jude, i love you” you kiss the top of his head “thank you, i love you more”
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characters: jude x jobe x fem!reader
summary: when he introduces you to his family, but it seems like the younger brother doesn't have the expected reaction
request: yes
may contain spelling and translation errors!
It was a sunny Saturday in Birmingham, and the weather was perfect for the lunch Jude had been planning for weeks. He was eager, though he wouldn’t admit it, to officially introduce you to his family. Until now, they had only known you through a few stories and videos that he had shared with them with enthusiasm. Today would be different. Today they would meet the woman who had stolen his heart.
You were visibly nervous as you adjusted your simple but elegant dress in the rearview mirror.
—They’re going to like you, babe. —Jude said, squeezing your hand gently. —You’re amazing, Y/n. It can’t be any other way.
—I just… want to make a good impression.
You replied, your eyes betraying a hint of anxiety.
Jude smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
—You’re going to be perfect, as always.
As soon as you arrived at the Bellingham house, you felt the warmth of the welcome. Denise was the first to wrap you in a tight hug.
—We finally met the girl Jude talks about so much!
She said, smiling warmly.
Mark, on the other hand, was more reserved, but kind. He shook your hand firmly, silently nodding his approval. You felt relief course through your veins.
Then Jobe came. At only 16, he seemed less at ease than the rest of the family. Tall and with the same unassuming smile as your boyfriend, he kept a slightly stiff posture as he greeted you.
—Hi, I'm Jobe. I've heard a lot about you!
He said, his voice slightly shaky.
You smiled, warm and spontaneous.
—I hope good things, Jobe!
The younger brother blushed instantly, looking away.
—Oh, yes, of course. Good things, lots of good things.
Jude watched the interaction closely, his smile fading slightly. He knew that look on his brother's face —it was the same one he used to give you in the first few months he'd known you.
During lunch, you quickly won over everyone at the table. You had funny stories and a light-hearted manner that charmed your in-laws. Even Jobe, who was usually more reserved, laughed at your jokes.
—And then Jude tried to cook for me once. —You said, laughing. —He even burned the water!
The table erupted in laughter, and Jude shook his head, feigning indignation.
—Okay, it was just once, and I was trying to impress.
—Well, it seems to have worked.
Denise commented, smiling at you approvingly.
Jobe, on the other hand, remained quieter, but his eyes were constantly on you. Every time you looked at him or asked him something directly, he would visibly blush, stumbling over his words to answer.
—So, Jobe, how are trainings going? Jude talks about you a lot.
You asked with genuine interest.
Jobe choked slightly on his water.
—Oh... they’re good. Well... intense, but it's... it's nice, you know?
Jude narrowed his eyes, watching the interaction carefully. When you leaned over to pick something up and accidentally brushed against your brother-in-law's arm, your younger brother's face turned red and that bothered the older Bellingham.
Later, while you were talking to Denise in the kitchen, Jude pulled Jobe out into the backyard.
—So, what's going on, huh?
Jude asked, crossing his arms.
—What do you mean?
He answered, trying to sound casual.
—You know exactly what I mean. The way you look at Y/n. —Jude stepped forward, his expression serious. —She's my girlfriend, Jobe.
The boy raised his hands in defense, his face still flushed.
—I... it's nothing, right? I just think she's... nice, that's all.
Jude narrowed his eyes, assessing his brother.
—I hope so. Because I love her, and I won’t let anyone, not even you, ruin that.
Jobe sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
—I wouldn’t do that, Jude. You know that. Just… relax, okay?
He finally nodded, but still kept a warning look on his face.
—Okay, just remember: Y/n is my girl.
Later, while Jude helped his mother clear the table, you found Jobe alone in the living room. He looked uncomfortable, fiddling with his phone as if he wanted to avoid eye contact.
—Jobe, is everything fine?
You asked, sitting down next to him.
He glanced at you quickly and then looked away.
—Yeah, sure, Y/n. It’s fine.
You smiled softly, touching his arm lightly.
—Look, I know Jude can be a little… protective sometimes. But he only does it because he cares.
He finally looked at you, his eyes revealing a mix of emotions.
—You’re amazing. Jude is lucky to have you.
You blushed slightly, surprised by his sincerity.
—Thank you, Jobe. That means a lot.
When Jude entered the room, he saw you smiling at Jobe and his brother looking at you with an admiration that was hard to ignore. He immediately approached, putting his arm around her waist.
—Everything okay here?
Jude asked, his tone casual, but his eyes fixed on his brother.
—Yeah. —He replied, standing up quickly. —I’m going to help mum in the kitchen.
When he left, you looked at Jude, confused.
—He’s acting weird, huh?
Jude sighed, squeezing your waist.
—He’s just… a little shy. Nothing to worry about, babe.
But deep down, Jude knew he would have to keep an eye on Jobe for a while. After all, his girl was irresistible – even to his younger brother.
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DRUNK CALL part 2 plis🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Already published!
Part 1: DRUNK CALL
Part 2: DRUNK CALL
Part 3: DRUNK CALL
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after her father.
jude bellingham x fem!reader + mini daughter bellingham. fluff. jude who became a star for his daughter.
Your daughter giggled loudly, clapping her hand aggressively as Jude scored a goal for Real Madrid, his team. In your arms, your daughter jumped up and down showing off her growing teeth. You smiled widely, eyes twinkling in adoration to see your daughter being merry and joy at the loud cheer for her father.
Jude ran in front of the crowd, his eyes eagerly dancing through the crowd to find his girls to meet the gaze of his little one clapping hands like everyone else. As the whole stadium of Bernabéu roared for Jude Bellingham, his heart soared high seeing his daughter in the midst of the crowd clapping and smiling just for him.
He smiled, blowing a few kisses repeatedly toward your direction, your daughter excitedly nodded trying to catch his kisses. "Mommy, blow papa kiss." She mumbled, holding your cheeks tight with her small hand. With her order, you jokingly nodded following her action.
As the players gathered to cheer Jude, the billboard on the stadium captured your daughter with her doe eyes sparkling bright and her big smile. "Do the pose you prepared for papa." You whispered in her ears, as she giggled to your words tingling in her ears.
Jude is a superstar in her eyes. As he is away for matches or training, all she would watch is more contents of her father uploaded on social media. The constant giggles of Jude scoring a goal or making a scene with the referee. Your daughter learnt quickly about her father through youtube, regardless if it were some cuss words or some facial expression, she followed through.
Jude squinted his eyes gazing at his little girl as she swung her arm open wide just like her father as you strengthen your hold onto your baby protectively. People stood up from the benches cheering and applauding for Jude’s daughter. He stood in admiration to see how quickly his daughter is becoming like him.
"That's my baby taking after me, innit." Jude chuckled, going back to his position with the rest of his teammates laughing with him. This win is an absolute must, considering his daughter being in one of the benches where he has to still be the superstar that he is for his daughter.
You walked through the tunnel to meet Jude as your daughter waddled her way with her tiny little feet to meet her father. After the billboard incident, there were numerous people waving at your daughter with their phone hounding and recording her.
She paused, you bent down to meet her eye level, she wrapped her arm around your neck. “Mommy, can I go to papa?” She whispered as she twirled onto her hair playfully messing up the hairstyle you made for her. You smiled slowly letting go of her hand, seeing as a sign, she jumped before pacing forward to her father who had been waiting for her in the field.
You glanced worriedly but Jude had been on both of his knees opening his arm open for his little one to run into his embrace. All your worries vanished as she had landed on his arm safely. "I got you, i got you, i got you." Jude mumbled under his breath. You gently walked toward the father-daughter duo that were having their own moment. Jude glanced at the side to see you approaching before he motioned you to come faster.
"Hi" You whispered softly, wrapping your hand around his forearm. Jude smiled down, leaning in for a peck. Your daughter covered her eyes, "Papa, me first." Your daughter pulled Jude away from you, holding his cheeks tight.
In that moment, you were burning with love.
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imsg ౨ৎ jude bellingham
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Full Name Frenzy
— pairing • dad!jude bellingham x mom!reader
— summary • You, Jude Bellingham’s fun-loving girlfriend, team up with his entire family to pull off a hilarious TikTok prank where you call him by his full name in front of everyone. The plan is perfect: everyone’s in on the joke, except Jude. His adorable daughter, Rosie, steals the show with her hilarious reaction, turning the prank into a memorable family moment filled with love and laughter.
— warnings • Fluff overload, light teasing, adorable family dynamics, and lots of banter.
— wanna talk or send request • to charlotte
It was a calm, sunny Sunday afternoon at the Bellingham family house—one of those rare lazy days when everyone could simply relax and enjoy each other's company. The smell of a home-cooked lunch lingered in the air as the house buzzed with light conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. It was a perfect family day, but for you, it was the perfect setup for a prank you had been planning for days.
As you sat on the living room couch with your boyfriend, Jude Bellingham, and your three-year-old daughter Rosie, you were practically giddy with excitement. The idea had started as a harmless joke when you stumbled upon a viral TikTok trend. It was simple: call your partner by their full name and capture their reaction. But knowing Jude’s playful personality and the fact that he was surrounded by his family—his parents Denise and Mark, and his younger brother Jobe—you couldn’t resist going all in.
It was about time to pull off the prank, but not without some help from Jude’s family.
The night before, after Jude had gone to bed, you had shared your plan with the rest of the family, gathering them in the kitchen for a secret discussion.
“So, I’ve got a prank in mind,” you whispered with a grin, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Jude wasn’t anywhere near. “And I need all of you to help me pull it off.”
Denise and Mark immediately perked up. Denise smiled warmly as she leaned against the counter, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Oh, I love a good prank. What are we doing?”
You explained the viral TikTok trend and how you planned to call Jude by his full name—Jude Victor William Bellingham—in front of everyone. The key to the prank was keeping a straight face and making Jude think he was in some serious trouble, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Mark chuckled, already seeing how Jude might react. “You know he’s going to be confused as hell. He never hears his full name unless it’s something serious.”
Denise nodded enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And he hasn’t been called that since he was a little boy. I’m in.”
Jobe, who had been listening while casually scrolling through his phone, suddenly grinned. “Wait, you want us all to act like Jude’s in trouble? Oh, I’m so in for this. I’ll make it dramatic.”
You laughed, already imagining Jobe hamming it up and making Jude’s confusion even worse. “Exactly! He won’t know what hit him. I’m going to start it off casually, and then we’ll see where it goes from there.”
Denise giggled like a schoolgirl. “I can’t wait to see his face.”
“And don’t worry,” you added with a wink. “Rosie will have the final word. She’s going to unknowingly seal the deal.”
Mark laughed and nodded approvingly. “You’re using our granddaughter as the secret weapon. Smart move.”
The plan was set. You all knew your roles. Now, all you had to do was wait until tomorrow.
The next day, everything felt perfect. The family had gathered in the living room after a hearty lunch. Jude, unaware of what was coming, was lounging comfortably on the couch next to you, scrolling through Netflix and mindlessly suggesting shows to watch.
Your daughter, Rosie, was sitting on the floor, her tiny fingers wrapped around the plastic handles of her dolls as she hummed happily to herself. Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, sat across the room in armchairs, chatting softly, while Jobe sprawled out on the other couch, pretending to be deep into his phone, but really waiting for his moment to strike.
You caught Denise’s eye from across the room, and she gave you a small, conspiratorial nod. It was time.
You leaned back against the cushions, acting as casual as you could, before dropping the bomb. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you said, your voice carrying just enough weight to suggest seriousness, but not too much to make it sound fake.
Jude’s body froze. He turned slowly to look at you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Wait... what?” he said, blinking at you as if you had just said something in a foreign language.
You stared back at him, keeping your face completely neutral. “You heard me,” you said with a deadpan expression. “Jude Victor William Bellingham.”
The room fell silent. Denise lowered her cup of tea slowly, her eyes widening in what could only be described as mock concern. Mark raised an eyebrow from behind his newspaper, peeking over the top like he was waiting for some kind of explanation. Even Jobe, who had been doing his best to act oblivious, now sat up straighter, his mouth open in exaggerated shock.
“Bro,” Jobe muttered, shaking his head dramatically. “Not the full name. You’re in deep now.”
Jude looked around the room, his expression one of total confusion. “What the hell is going on? Why are you using my full name like that?”
Denise, ever the supportive mom, chimed in softly, her voice laced with concern. “Sweetheart, what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything!” Jude exclaimed, laughing nervously, but still visibly unsettled by the sudden use of his full name. “Why is everyone acting like I’ve committed some crime?”
You tried your hardest to maintain your composure, but it was difficult. Jude’s face was a mix of disbelief, nervousness, and slight panic, like he was trying to figure out if there was some major mistake he didn’t remember making.
Jobe, of course, leaned into the drama, shaking his head slowly. “Nah, bro, when they drop your full name like that, it’s over. You’ve done something. Just admit it now and save yourself.”
Jude looked genuinely baffled now, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I haven’t done anything! I swear!”
You kept your serious expression, though inside you were practically bursting with laughter. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable for extra effect. “I can’t believe you don’t know what you’ve done.”
Jude threw his hands up in the air, looking helplessly around the room. “I’m telling you, I’ve got no idea! Mum, Dad, help me out here!”
Denise shrugged, her lips pressed together as if she were trying hard not to laugh. “I don’t know, Jude. She used your full name. You must have done something.”
At this point, Mark lowered his newspaper fully, folding it on his lap as he gave Jude a sympathetic look. “Son, full names are no joke. Maybe it’s time to come clean.”
Jude groaned, still laughing but now visibly confused and stressed. “But there’s nothing to come clean about! You’re all ganging up on me for no reason!”
That’s when Rosie, who had been mostly absorbed in her dolls, suddenly looked up. Her big brown eyes, wide and full of innocence, locked onto her father. She paused for a moment, processing the serious tone everyone had adopted, before deciding it was time for her input.
In the sweetest, most innocent voice, she pointed a tiny finger at Jude and said, “Oooooh, Dada, you’re in soooo much trouble.”
That was it. The room erupted into chaos. Jobe doubled over, clutching his stomach as he let out a loud laugh. Denise was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, while Mark chuckled deeply, unable to contain himself. You couldn’t hold it in any longer either, bursting into giggles as Rosie’s serious tone tipped everyone over the edge.
Jude, now laughing but still utterly bewildered, pulled Rosie into his lap, covering her face with kisses as she squealed with delight. “You little traitor!” he teased, tickling her until she shrieked with laughter. “Even you’re turning against me?”
Rosie wiggled in his arms, still giggling as she buried her face into his chest. “Dada in trouble!” she squeaked, clearly enjoying the attention and the fact that she had somehow been part of the big prank.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, finally catching your breath. “You should’ve seen your face, Jude. You looked like you were trying to figure out if you’d broken the law or something!”
Jude shook his head, though his smile was wide and affectionate. “I genuinely thought I’d forgotten something major, like our anniversary or Rosie’s birthday or—I don’t even know!” He laughed, running a hand through his hair again. “You got me good, I’ll give you that.”
Denise, still recovering from her laughter, smiled warmly at you. “That was brilliant, darling. You’ve officially outdone yourself.”
Mark nodded in agreement. “I’ve never seen Jude look so lost in my life. Well done.”
Jobe, who had been leaning back on the couch with a smug grin, chimed in. “I’ll give you points for execution, but honestly, Rosie’s line took it to a whole new level. That was gold.”
Rosie, still sitting in Jude’s lap, seemed to sense that she had become the star of the show. She smiled proudly, looking up at her father with wide eyes. “I got you, Dada,” she said softly, and Jude’s heart melted on the spot.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a big hug. “Yeah, you did, little one. You’re too smart for your own good.”
You couldn’t help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest as you watched the scene unfold. What had started as a lighthearted prank had turned into one of those perfect family moments—filled with love, laughter, and the kind of joy that only comes from being surrounded by the people who matter most.
Jude leaned back, cradling Rosie against his chest, and gave you a playful look. “You realize this means war, right? There’s no way I’m letting you get away with this.”
You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, if you think you’re getting away with pranks this easily, you’re in for a surprise.”
Mark, who had returned to his newspaper, chuckled quietly. “Careful, son. She’s got Rosie on her side. You don’t stand a chance.”
Jobe snickered. “Yeah, man. You’re outnumbered.”
Denise, always the peacemaker, leaned forward and patted Jude’s knee. “Well, at least now you know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a prank. I’d say it builds character.”
Jude groaned dramatically but squeezed Rosie a little tighter, his playful eyes never leaving yours. “I guess this is what I get for falling in love with a prankster.”
You leaned in closer, your voice soft but teasing. “And don’t forget, I’ve got the ultimate prank partner right here.” You gestured toward Rosie, who had already snuggled into Jude’s chest, her tiny hand gripping his shirt as she started to doze off after all the excitement.
Jude smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Yeah, yeah. I guess if it’s you two, I can handle a little trouble.”
As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the cozy living room, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple joys of family life. The prank had been a success, sure, but more than that, it was moments like these—filled with love, laughter, and the people you loved most—that made everything feel just right.
And as you snuggled up next to Jude, Rosie sound asleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what, these were the moments that would stick with you forever.
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Baby Bellingham- Jude Bellingham
The one with the father’s day
Warning! This is a father’s day post i know it can be a bit sensitive to some people.
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yourusername First father’s day for my love. Celebrated it a day early because of the match tonight, but we love you so so so much and appreciate everything you do. Our favourite human being. ❤️
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pairing - jude bellingham x fem!reader genre - smau, fluff warnings - none summary - a soft launch face claim - tyla
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