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bl00dst41ned · 8 months

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Hiii. Can you please write angst where Jobe and the reader have a really bad argument so they stop talking to each other for like a week. And they’re both nervous that the other is going to break up with them? Can it end in fluff like where they make up? Thank you.

*.·:·.✦ never ending ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x female reader

summary: in which a bad argument torments two young love birds

author's note: requested by anon. was way longer than i thought. might get back to posting randomly don’t know yet but I got ideas

word count: 1228

“If you actually cared about me, you would understand how I feel” You spat at Jobe’s face as he rolled his eyes at your words.

“But I can’t control what somebody is about to say before he says it”

You two had been arguing for the last fifteen minutes for what seems to be a stupid reason. For all you remembered, it started with a phone nowhere to be found. Then, somehow you were angry about how he handles his friends.

“He bluntly disrespected me and you just sat there not saying nothing”

“What did you want me to do” He snapped, raising his voice. He never raised his voice, let alone at you.

“Tell him that he was wrong”

“Maybe he wasn’t”

Your mouth slightly open, as his sentence left you speechless. His friend Tony had called you a bitch and there Jobe was, your boyfriend, agreeing with him. This could not be real. It felt like some type of game. Like he had sent her the ultimate punch, knocking her out completely.

You didn’t pronounce a word and just left the house. Luckily, nobody was here to hear you argue and ask any questions. You just grabbed your phone and coat going back to yours.

Your heart tightened with each sobs, your chest aching. It was not the first argument but this one tore your heart apart.

…………..

You checked your phone for the millionth time in an hour. It had been a week since that argument. A week since you have seen Jobe or talked to him. Not a message, not a call, no nothing. There were times when you wanted to. But you were always reminded that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“If you don’t put that phone down” Your best friend snatched it out of your phone putting it on the table, faced down. “I told you already about that”

“But I miss him”

“But he needs to understand” She said with a ‘duh’ face, as you looked away not wanting to face her and the truth. “If you let this one slide, he won’t see the issue”

You could feel your eyes water at the thought of him. Your mind roamed all day wondering how he felt. Your relationship was on a dark path, eating you alive. Eventually, the tears that threatened to fall, ran down your cheeks.

“I just want to speak to him, know how he feels” Each word brought more tears to your eyes. “Maybe he doesn’t even feel anything.”

“Give yourselves time away, you’ll be alright”

“But what if we don’t. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe we’ve come to the end of us-”

“Don’t. Even. Dare. Saying that.” Your best friend cut you off “That little argument will not break your relationship. Not on my watch”

“Now wipe your tears and let’s get back to this homework, okay?”

You nodded your head, doing as told, taking a deep breath before going back to your work. Your best friend grabbed her phone, tapping her keyboard quickly before concentrating.

Jobe

apologize to my best friend or

you’ll pay for each tear on her face

On the other hand…

Jobe sat in his friend’s room sitting on the bed.

“JOBE!” The loud voice of his friend made him jump, exiting out of his thoughts. “Are you playing with us?”

He decided to spend the day with some friends, playing video games and getting his mind off. But the message he just received from your best friend had brought him back to your argument. Jobe regretted everything he had said to you. The image of your glossy eyes staring at him after his harsh words had been glued in his mind for the entire week.

“Stop thinking about (Y/N) for once, please,”Tony sighed loudly, his annoyance clearly audible.

A silence followed as they all looked at each other awkwardly.

“Tony, leave him alone for once” Another friend stepped in, trying to change the subject. “He’s not in the mood”

“But he just ruins the vibe every time, looking all depressed”

“Well, sorry I’m scared (Y/N) might break up with me”

Tony rolled his eyes at the mention of your name.

“Bro, what’s your problem with my girl?”

Jobe had grown tired of the slight shades Tony would throw around about you. He did not see the real problem but the time he was apart from you, he spent it with his group, noticing Tony’s behaviour every time you were mentioned.

“Stop acting like she’s not the problem”

“But she’s not”

“Anyway, just play the game” Tony tried to give him the controller before letting go, realizing he would not take it.

“No, bro, let’s settle the issue now. What has she done to you? Cause if we are in this situation it’s mostly your fault”

“What is she crying about now?”

“You hate her for no reason and disrespect her in front of her face and think she’ll be alright”

“Nah, bro, she’s getting in your head too much” Tony shook his head looking away. “This bitch-”

Tony didn’t even have time to finish his sentence that Jobe had got up, aggressively heading to Tony. With all he had said about you, he was definitely not his friend anymore.

Their friends instantly got up to keep them away from one another. Tony, outraged by Jobe’s behaviour which he found over the top, decided to leave them, insulting Jobe on his way out.

“I should go too”

“You sure ?”

“Yeah, I’ll just go home”

He grabbed his phone and got out of the house, heading to your house.

(Y/N) 🤍

I’m coming in thirty mins

seen

……………

Jobe knocked on your room door, entering once you allowed it. He smiled at your sight with his hoodie on you, enveloping your body. He assumed you wouldn’t want him to touch you so he went to sit on your bed. You couldn’t wait any longer and just went to get into his arms.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you” He spoke while giving you multiple forehead kisses.

“It’s oka- no it’s not” He cut you off as you tried to brush it off as if it did not matter. But he could not let what he had done just be forgotten.

“I disrespected you for no reason and dismissed your feelings. I didn’t try to actually see the situation from your point of vi- matter of fact it was just overly wrong and anybody could say it. For some reason, I approached the situation very dumbly and not as your boyfriend should. I’m deeply sorry, babe”

You could only listen, still glued to his body. He had realised that he was wrong

“I’m sorry too for screaming at you”

“Jobe” You spoke lowly while you let him go“Let’s not let that happen again. I don’t want to feel like we’re on the verge of breaking up after every argument"

“I know, I’ll be better, I promise”

“It’s not real until we lock pinkies” You held your pinky up to him.

He smiled at you, locking his pinky with yours before kissing them so you knew it was genuine.

“This does not change how I feel for you” You reassured, already knowing it had been on his mind. “Remember that”

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lomltrentarnold · 10 months

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sweetness — jobe bellingham ₊˚ෆ

warnings : insta au/smau, crack/humor, my awful attempt at being funny, a lot of 💀 jokes, everyone has a crush on her <3 faceclaim is marsai martin!

🍓hana’s notes : for my beloved @iissza <3 thank you for the ideas sweet cheeks love you lots <3 pls tell me what yall think since a lot of you are excited for this 😭 || MAIN MASTERLIST

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[ Y/N L/N EXCLUSIVE! ]

“So Y/N, since the fashion show is over, what are some of your favourite outfits?”

“Oh! Good Question! My obvious favourites were Zendaya and Beyonce’s!”

“But also I love my boyfriend’s look, he looks very handsome.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?!”

“Someone.”

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footballcelebritynews Football youngster Jobe Bellingham was seen leaving with upcoming model Y/N L/N after the Louis Vuitton Men’s Spring-Summer 2024 Show. Let us what you think about this couple!

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user8 heart been broke so many times 😔

user7 cats out of the bag 🤭 that’s actually me guys

⤷ user6 ur mom would’ve been more believable

user9 thats my hand he should be holding

user12 Once in an interview she said that she’s currently with someone who plays on the pitch!!

⤷ user4 omg!!! they are always liking each other’s posts 🤭

⤷ user3 and she once post that she was at a match he was playing in!

⤷ user2 how do yall know all this shit 💀

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yourinstagram just posted!

yourinstagram lv babyyyy 🧸📸

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jobebellingham 😍

isabelamerced So beautiful!!

hallebailey 😍😍😍!!!

user1 QUEEN IS SLAYING

user2 mother is mothering!!!!!!

user9 whats jobe doing here 🤨?

user3 marry me pls 🥹

user4 shes so gorgeous i might cry

user5 is this the girl that was seen with jobe???

user6 how did jobe bag this beauty??

⤷ user8 i honestly have no idea 🤣

user7 jobe must a rizz master

user8 the comments are killing me lmfaoo 💀💀

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jobebellingham just posted!

jobebellingham Happy 1 year my love ❤️

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judebellingham ❤️❤️

yourinstagram my love 🫶 but why that last picture babe???

⤷ jobebellingham Cause you look too cute 😘

user2 AWW OMGG

user1 GUYS??? WHAT IS THIS???

user3 my heart 🥹🥹

user4 she’s so lucky!!!

⤷ user5 no jobe is lucky!!! she’s so pretty!!

user8 no jobe dont do this 💔

user6 what if this was my last straw

user7 i’m not even mad bro she mad pretty

user9 HERE WE GO!!!!

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yourinstagram 1 year with the loml 💌 (pls let me take a proper pic of you later 🥹)

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jobebellingham Love you ❤️

judebellingham love you guys 🫶 (especially y/n)

⤷ jobebellingham I’m blocking you

⤷ yourinstagram hey!!! don’t be mean to him 😡😡 (we can do it tomorrow)

⤷ jobebellingham I’m blocking both of you

⤷ yourinstagram aw baby come here lemme give u a kiss 😘

judebellingham just so you guys know he immediately lit up and ran to meet her

user1 aww thats so cute let me check if my toaster is waterproff

user2 You guys are adorable 🥰 (laying on the highway)

user3 y/n?? What is this? I thought we had something 😔

user5 you don’t have to lie y/n we all know you’re with me 😘

user7 you guys are goals!! get it? cause he plays football 😀😀😀

⤷ user8 you should erase your whole existence

⤷ user9 That joke deserves an award 😂

⤷ user10 the contrast between the two comments lmfaooo

user11 this is so sweet my teeth started to hurt

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hungrywriter · 8 months

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10 Days (Finale)

Jobe Bellingham x Reader

Taglist: @hummusxx @luvvtrent @fleurographist @bl00dst41ned @elyne01 @iissza @fictional-l0v3r

A/n: I am so sorry for the late post. Too many things were happening but I'm okay now! :)

When the boat arrived back at the docks, Jobe was greeted by his family with open arms. Y/n chuckled at his excited antics, still finding it amusing that the once rude tourist she disliked had become the person she now loved. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a high-pitched, annoying voice calling out for Jobe.

“Yoohoo! Hey pookie-mookie, mushy-bushy booboo bear!” The voice rang out, and Y/n couldn't help but cringe at the loudness. She wondered if she could be hired as an emergency alarm with a voice like that.

The owner of the voice ran towards Jobe and jumped into his arms. They seemed to be acting like a couple, and for a moment, Y/n's heart sank. But then she noticed Jobe gently pushing the girl away, which gave her a glimmer of hope.

“Booboo bear?” Y/n said, approaching Jobe and the girl with curiosity. Jobe seemed nervous, as if he had been caught red-handed. He took a deep breath before introducing the girl to Y/n.

“Y/n, this is Ella, my girlfriend,” Jobe said, and Y/n felt like her world was crashing down. The words cut through her heart like a knife. All the adventures and experiences they had shared over the last 10 days now felt like a painful reminder of what could have been. She felt betrayed, as if all her hard work, her boat, and her money had been in vain since meeting Jobe.

Anger surged inside her, and she struggled to contain it. In that moment, she wanted to hurt the couple, to make them feel the pain she was experiencing. But she managed to compose herself, avoiding shaking Ella's outstretched hand and instead choosing to leave the docks with her belongings.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but hope that Jobe would come after her, to explain or make things right. But he didn't. Fucking coward.

A week had passed since Jobe's return to London, and his tale of being stranded on an island had become a global sensation, thanks to Emma's penchant for making things a big deal, despite Jobe's desire to keep it quiet. While the Bellingham family had settled back into their routine, Jude couldn't help but notice a change in Jobe's demeanour. Sensing an opportunity to talk, Jude entered his brother's room without any announcement or knocking, causing Jobe to startle slightly before resuming his cleaning.

“So... Y/n,” Jude began, noting the tension that immediately gripped his younger brother at the mere mention of her name. Jobe continued his tasks without facing Jude, his unease palpable. After a few minutes of silence, Jobe let out a sigh and turned to lean against his table.

“What about her?”

Jude observed his brother's posture and could sense the inner turmoil he was going through. He didn't want to push Jobe too hard, but he also knew that sometimes a little nudge could help.

“I mean, both of you seemed pretty close to me. Almost like you were in love, dude,” Jude commented, treading carefully. Jobe remained silent for a while, his expression conflicted. Finally, he looked at Jude, and what his older brother saw in his eyes was a mixture of regret and sadness.

"What do you want me to do?" Jobe's frustration seeped into his words. "We're back in London, and she's all the way out there."

Jude paused, considering his response carefully. "I get it, Jobe. But you shouldn't have started something you couldn't finish." He let his words sink in before continuing, "But let me leave you with this. Do you love Ella, or do you love Y/n?"

Jobe lowered his gaze, lost in his thoughts as he wrestled with the question. Jude sensed that it was a lot for his brother to process at the moment, so he decided to give him space. He walked out of the room, hopeful that their conversation might have helped Jobe sort through his feelings.

As the door closed behind Jude, Jobe was left alone with his thoughts. He leaned against the table, the weight of his choices heavy on his mind. Love was never meant to be easy, and he was beginning to realise the depth of his emotions. The memory of his time with Y/n on the island kept replaying in his mind, juxtaposed against the reality of his life in London.

He knew he had a decision to make, one that would shape not only his own future but also the lives of those he cared about. He silently wished that there would be someone or something to guide him to make the right decision.

A few nights later, Jobe found himself at the restaurant Ella favored. Although it wasn't his preferred choice, he concealed his displeasure, as was his usual practice. The couple perused the menus, with Jobe already aware that Ella would order her usual steak, while he would opt for the salad and the soup of the day. It was still football season, and he needed to maintain his diet.

Sipping on his sparkling juice, Jobe was taken aback when the waiter approached their table. To his surprise, the waiter turned out to be Y/n, dressed in the restaurant's attire, holding a notebook and a pen. Shocked, he accidentally swallowed his juice, causing him to choke. Y/n rushed to his aid, helping him recover. When he glanced at her again, she seemed to have transformed, her appearance entirely different.

“Oh my god, pookie-wookie, are you okay?” Ella exclaimed as she hurried to his side, assisting him. Once he had regained his composure, he looked at her and was even more astonished. Outside the restaurant, by the bus stop, he spotted Y/n dressed as a salesperson, selling balloons to children. A bus arrived and departed, leaving behind a muscular man who had now transformed into a balloon animal artist.

Returning his focus to the dinner table, Ella tried to lift his spirits with silly faces, though it only made him cringe internally. Jobe assured Ella that he was fine, and they continued waiting for their meal. Suddenly, the host announced that the live band would perform a song. Jobe paid no attention until he heard the name of the song. The singer began performing a song called 'Y/n.'

“Has there always been a song like this?” Jobe pondered. Initially filled with anger and aggression, the song suddenly shifted to a softer melody, mirroring his rollercoaster experience with Y/n. The entire dinner was consumed by thoughts and emotions connected to Y/n, a feeling Jobe despised. He tried to figure out how to broach the topic with Ella, but her question caught him off guard.

“Who’s the girl?” Ella inquired, not looking away from her food. Jobe attempted to deflect the question, but her intense gaze demanded an answer. “How did you know?”

“Jobe, I’m not oblivious. Men wear a certain look when they're deeply in love, and you've never worn that look with me. But when I saw you with that village girl on the boat, you were practically glowing with love. I was a bit hurt, but I saw this coming. I thought maybe I could break through your tough, aloof exterior, but it seems someone else did it first,” Ella remarked. Jobe was speechless, not expecting such a response. He struggled to find the words, but Ella interjected.

“It's okay, Jobe. I forgive you. Just promise me you'll take care of her. Be a better man. Don’t treat her the way you treated me. Every person deserves happiness. Now go, before I change my mind,” Ella said with a smile. Jobe smiled back, grateful for Ella's understanding. He hugged her and settled the bill before heading home. Ella shook her head and returned to her own residence.

On his way home, Jobe contemplated Ella’s words. 'Don’t treat her the way you treated me.' Had he truly mistreated her? He made a mental note to express his gratitude to Ella properly. She deserved a farewell that wasn't merely a breakup during dinner. He set that note aside as he focused on his plan. All he hoped for was that Y/n would still want to be with him.

Y/n was in the midst of sweeping the resort's pool area, boredom settling in. Stuck in the village with no money, Jobe had returned home with his girlfriend, a word that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt betrayed and embarrassed, realizing that he had used her for entertainment due to the village's limited offerings. Her irritation grew when someone called her name repeatedly. She swept the floor aggressively, but the caller persisted. Finally, she turned around.

“Listen, sir, I'm a very busy woman, so if you could please go awa—” her words trailed off as she locked eyes with the last person she expected to see: Jobe Bellingham, standing with a small bag, his brother sipping a pina colada nearby.

“Too busy even for me?” he quipped, offering a faint smile. Y/n walked slowly towards him and, when close enough, slapped him across the face. Jobe, although taken aback, understood he deserved it.

“Okay, I deserved that,” he admitted.

Y/n quickly pulled him into a kiss, their arms wrapping around each other naturally, as if they were meant to be. When they broke apart, Jobe wore a wide grin. “Okay, I deserved that too,” Y/n chuckled.

“Shut up,” she whispered before kissing him again. Their passion ignited once more, and Jobe's brother, Jude, disgusted, walked away to give them some privacy. Jobe then remembered something and handed her the small bag. “For you.”

Curious, Y/n opened the bag and found it filled with money. She gasped and quickly zipped it closed, casting a cautious glance around.

“Jobe, what is this?” she whispered.

“You told me you wanted to leave this island. Because of me, you lost all your money. Now, I get to help you. You can finally start a new life, with me, in London,” Jobe declared enthusiastically. Although Y/n had worries etched on her face, she smiled and nodded. Jobe's heart swelled with happiness, and they shared another passionate kiss.

Y/n made her way to the waiting car where Jobe was already waiting. He helped load her bags and held her close once he was done. “Are you ready?”

Y/n gazed back at the resort, where the staff waved their farewells. She saw the manager and told Jobe to wait for a moment. She ran to the manager, and they shared a heartfelt hug, tears streaming down their faces. Afterward, she returned to the car. With one final goodbye, Y/n entered the car with Jobe, her heart a mix of anxiety and excitement as they set off to begin their new life together in London.

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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✮ the first meet ft jobe bellingham

synopsis: Tired of video calling and online messages? Try to book a flight to London, England, and meet your boyfriend.

─── ୨୧ warning: none

─── ୨୧ notes: this is based on this, this, and this request. I try doing this request as best as I could (I swear) might not be as good as anybody out there but I try. I said this once, and I will say it twice, I'm a sucker for Jobe Samuel Patrick Bellingham so much I think I needed a therapist. Anything includes him in my writing, I'll do it twice difficult 🤞🏼

Your phone sat on the nightstand table beside your bed, your friends on the other line waiting and choosing dresses for you to wear because you simply could not decide. You throw them to pair of different crop tops, the first one is a simple puff sleeve crop top of your favorite color, it has square neck line allowing you to decorate yourself with a much more prominent accessories whilst the other one is a black floral print frill trim with sweetheart neck and bishop sleeve crop blouse.

You show them the top two of your choices and they picked the black one as they said; easy to match. You wore your high waist black jeans and your sash. You put on your top decorating your collar with eggshell white pearl necklaces, a pair of piercing, and even the matching bracelet your boyfriend got you.

'So, how do I look?' You told them as you turn around from left to the right to give them better access to your full fit 'Try and push your hair back a little..' You did as said when you heard 'Okay, stop!' Your hand froze on top of your head but slowly began to remove it 'Gorgeous! Perfect! Chef kiss!' You laugh at their exaggerated statement, picking up your phone and adjusting it to the bathroom to let them accompany you while you do touch up on your makeup.

'What time will you leave?' You glance at your wrist, 'Four I think? His practice starts at five.' You put on some more lip gloss and puck your lips out 'Good?' They all nod showing you massive thumb-ups 'I will leave now, see you later!' You throw them a flying kiss before you abruptly ended the call.

You stepped outside of the elevator straight to the lobby entrance seeing the Uber you picked had arrived and is parked just in front of the automatic sliding door. You entered the car, greeting the driver in the process before you inform them of the address to the place. It wasn't a long ride but it wasn't short either, you manage to exchange quick talks with them, they asked you what you were doing in London and how's the experience so far. You told them that it was good and that you are here to meet your six months year old boyfriend.

The car halted right at the venue's main gate allowing you to get out easily and pass through, you thank and tip the person before you stroll inside the auditorium. You make a quick call with a friend whom friend with your boyfriend and notified them that you've had arrived. It was a three minutes wait before they arrived, panting hard.

'He's in the changing room,' You both rush to the team locker room, on your way there, proceeding to greet each person you came across and stop right in front of the door.

Jobe on the other hand had just completed changing his garment to his practice attire. All the while he was changing, his other hand is practically inside his palm, easy for him to be sure you had reply to his text this morning.

Belly Ham

Mornin' 😽

Had your breakfast yet?

delivered

But to no avail, you hadn't replied to him, you might have activated the app once or twice after the texts but he never gets a reply back, like you were avoiding him. He sighs in defeat plopping the phone inside his duffel back and wearing his glove. A knock on the door infuriates him because the other person keeps knocking constantly, he was sure he didn't look at the door and sure he didn't. It was unlocked but the person on the other side just had to ruined his already wrecked mood.

'What-' His voice stuck from the back of his throat because right in front of him, no screen separating - is his girlfriend.

You watch him in amusement, his ears grew red maybe from the cold? His eyes shimmer on yours without no words spoken for the other minutes and suddenly your body collided against his into a bone-crush hug. His hands snake around your back pressing your body closer to his. Your hands at both of his sides clutching on his jersey.

'Surprise...' You said, voice croaking at the end feeling overwhelmed with emotions, he went to snoop you in his arms once more and chuckle 'I can't believe you are here! I never thought I could meet you so fast!' He beams and went to separate the hug to examine your face.

'At last.' He confessed, temple lightly brushing against yours, his eyes glimmering with stars and heart 'I will cherish this moment forever with you..' He whisper, leaving a soft kiss at the crown of your head.

'That's enough, continue your lovey-dovey section after the practice. Jobe, stop being so cringe for God's sake!' They joke earning a playful scowl from your boyfriend.

You are delighted. You know this time in London will the best memories you've ever had. All thanks to one particular person.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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A Visit To Santa

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jobe is being treated like a kid, pranks from you and jude, miss denise gets new photos for her house, childhood coded lol, jobe is like your little brother too, miss denise thinks y'all finna crash her bmw lmao

Word Count: 768

Author's Note: this one is for bookie @themandaloriansdiaries - our favourite brothers :)

Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

England welcomed you two home, a change from the Spanish sunshine was welcomed; though you missed it the moment you got off of the plane.

You and Jude were spending the holidays with his family, both Bellingham brothers, you and their parents were at home. Mark and Denise were making dinner or something of the sorts in the kitchen, Jobe was in his bedroom and you and Jude were in his room.

Jude's head rested on your belly, your fingers tapping on his forehead as you scrolled through your phone with the other hand.

"I'm bored," your boyfriend announces.

"Congratulations," you tell him, as if you were supposed to do something about that.

Jude rolls his eyes, "let's go do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he sighs, sitting up. You look over at him, "how about shopping? Or we could go for a drive or something?"

"The shopping mall?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. There's a look on his face that you've seen before, pure mischief. Your brows raise, waiting for him to continue. "Yeah, let's go."

"What're you up to?" You asked him, Jude pulls you off of the bed.

"I'll go grab Jobe."

You stop your boyfriend, grabbing his hand. "What is this? What's all this excitement? You hate the mall."

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles, "let's take Jobe to see Santa."

You can't help the laugh, letting go of his hand. "Okay babe. Go get him, I'll get the car keys from your mom."

Jude and Jobe meet you downstairs, Denise hands you her car keys. "Be careful please," she warns her sons, not you. She knew you'd handle them.

"We'll be back for dinner," Jude tells his mom, kissing her cheek before grabbing your hand.

You shout a bye to her and Mark as you three are out the front door and pile into the car. You drove of course, Jude doesn't drive and Jobe was a designated back seat driver. Jude had told his brother that you wanted to go shopping and he agreed to join you, saying he could use some fresh air.

The mall was a madhouse, it was T-minus 2 days to Christmas and everyone was rushing to get last minute shopping done.

You made a B-line for Santa's workshop in the mall, making it seem like you wanted to take a couple's photo of you and Jude with Santa.

Jobe shakes his head, "this is ridiculous," he tells you, waiting in line with you two.

"Do you not believe in the magic of Christmas, Jojo?" You teased him, pinching his cheek gently; you looked at Jobe like your little brother as well, teasing him the same way his brother would, having your own little nickname for him.

Jude smiles, watching as Jobe swats your hand away, making you laugh.

It takes a few minutes to get to the front of the line, the woman dressed as an elf calling you up to take your photo.

Jobe feels a light shove, Jude pushing him to Santa. "What?" he asked his brother, looking a bit lost.

"Go take your pic, mate."

"What?" Jobe scoffed, "I'm not going."

You take his coat from him, "go on, Jojo. Santa's waiting." You tell him, lips pressed together so you don't laugh. Jobe grumbles under his breath, something about hating you guys as he begrudgingly walks over to Santa.

The younger Bellingham sits beside Santa, the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face as the camera flashes.

Jude takes your hand, bringing you over to Santa. The two of you joined in. Jobe and Jude on either side of Santa and somehow you ended up on Santa's lap.

"On three, say merry Christmas!" The woman behind the camera says, counting to three before it flashes.

You let Santa speak to Jude and Jobe while you went to the counter to get the printed photos. You got two prints of the photo with the 3 of you, one for your home in Madrid and one for their home here in England. You also got a printed version of the solo shot with Jobe and Santa for the fridge at home.

The boys met you by the counter, Jude handing out his card so you can pay. "I can't believe you made me do that," Jobe mumbled, huffing.

You laugh, kissing his cheek. "It's okay, buddy."

Jude holds your hand, the bag with the photos in hand. "You're still a kid to us, mate." He laughs, pulling you into his side. "Let's go before we get in trouble for being late to dinner.

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narguadenagua · 8 months

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Mall Date

Summary- Just romantic times with Jobe in a mall

Notes- If y'all have any request send them over. Enjoy

"Can we leave already" Jobe complained as you kept dragging him to different stores in the mall.

"This is the last one I promise" you say as you two enter a jewelry store. He rolls his eyes knowing damn well that this isn't going to be the last one. You saw this and held out your pinky, "Pinky promise." He wrapped his pinky around yours and followed you into the shop.

As you were looking around you saw this pretty necklace and as you went around you couldn't keep your eyes off it. You wanted to buy it so bad but sadly your wallet wasn't gonna let you. Jobe noticed you looking at the necklace and went to ask a worker for it, but you stopped him. "What are you doing." "You want this, don't you?" He asked. "Yea, but I spent all my money on clothing and shoes" you said as you let go of his hand. "I'll buy it for you" Jobe stated as he asked the associate fo it.

You guys are standing in front of the paying station(idk what it's called in english) Jobe is paying for the necklace while your holding onto his arm. Once he finished paying, you both went out the store and there was this store that caught your eye. As you were about to make your way to it, Jobe grabbed your hand and yanked you away, dragging you to the exit. "Babyyy" you whined. "Hell no I've had enough" He kept a tight grip on your hand "I wanted to see-" your complaining was interrupted when he kissed you to shut you up. "Come on let's go home"

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes, you aspired to be like her.

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are they waving?” You asked.

“Just listen.” Heidi smirked.

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

“Y/N! May I have a picture!!”

“Y/N i follow you on Instagram!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This man was forward.

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

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

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

Christian’s eyes darkened.

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

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

Jude.

Christian was several inches shorter and scrawnier than Jude.

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

“Just scram.” Heidi glared.

And with that, Christian was gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Karim’s breathing had steadied by now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They can wait.” He mumbled.

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

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

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

“My girl. I love you Y/N.”

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Hi I was the one that asked for a jobe fanfic ,I was thinking maybe like meeting his family and like jude is all protective of jobe and just wants to makes sure that she actually likes him for who he is..please

troubled meetings - jb

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✉️ “Come meet my family on Saturday. Theyʼll be all home, and my mum is dying to know you ever since she ate those biscuits you made earlier this week.”

At the time, the idea was wonderful. Finally meeting the family of your best friend. It seemed like a completely normal thing to do.

Except Jobeʼs family wasnʼt exactly... common? Not even Jobe himself was, since he also fell into the “famous footballer” category for a lot of people. You didnʼt saw him as a celeb since he was your friend, but his brother was an exception.

Everyone knew his brother.

That same brother was now sitting across the table, looking at you in a way that made you feel like your company wasnʼt the most welcomed. Maybe it was because you werenʼt a familiar face, or maybe because you two were forced to be alone for a long period of time (thirty minutes) without any more information than your names. Well, at least on his side.

“So… Are you happy to be back?” You ask awkwardly, trying to break the ice.

“Sure.” He said, sniffing while looking away from you. “S'nice to be home for a while.” He gave you a look that was pretty confusing to you, but you werenʼt about to ask him what was wrong. “How did you met Jobe?”

“Uh, thatʼs a pretty funny story, actually!” You smiled for the first time in ten minutes, always happy to tell anyone the way you met since it was one of your favorite memories so far. “I was sitting in this coffee shop when, suddenly, a lot of voices, screams, and noise started to unfold inside this tiny place. I was like, «What the hell?», so I look up, and there is a whole football team sitting on any spot available... Which was almost every single one; I was the only customer at that moment. So yeah, after a while I tried to leave, and before I made it out I got this horrible, cold feeling… Turns out your brother poured his coffee on me by accident! I was fuming!” You laughed, expecting him to follow along since almost everyone did. But it seems like thereʼs an exception for everything. “Anyways... He apologized and promised to pay for new clothes and a new coffee.” You finished your story half-smiling at him, noticing how he didnʼt even tried to pretend he liked the story.

What was wrong with this guy?

“Thatʼs nice.” Was all he said for a while. “Did you know who he was at that time?”

“Well, I recognized his face from somewhere... He looks a lot like you, haha.” Not a good joke, it seems. “Uhm, but yeah, later I realized that he was, uhm, Jobe Bellingham.”

“And aren’t you a bit older to be friends with my brother?”

“Pardon?”

You were beyond uncomfortable by this point. It was very off-putting to notice how strong his dislike for you actually was, which was sad since you just met him. That question sounded like an accusation. Just as you were about to get up and try to look for Denise, who you met a bit earlier and was the sweetest soul ever, Jobe appeared out of nowhere. His hair seemed a bit wet, and you knew he had just taken a shower. The fucker left you alone with the orc of his brother for a shower.

“Finally!” You whispered at him, praying that Jude didn’t have excellent hearing. “Can we get out of here?”

“What? Why?” Your friend was confused for a second before he looked in his brother’s direction, who was now getting up from the table. “Did he tell you something?”

“No?” You answered, because even if Jude was a total asshole, he wasn’t actually rude to you. “I’m just uncomfortable. I don’t think he likes me that much.”

“Why not? You’re the sweetest person ever.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Jude’s voice interrupted you at the last minute.

“Jobe, can we talk for a second?”

“About what?”

“Just come with me to the kitchen, alright?”

Jobe gave you a look of disbelief before following his brother into the next room, leaving you standing in the middle of the living room without knowing what to do. Did you leave and say sorry later? Or was it better to stay and pretend that you were okay with whatever was going on? You sighed, knowing that if you left, you were going to appear as a rude guest as well as a bad friend. So you had no other option but to sit at the table again, looking around to keep your mind occupied.

“Jobe, you really need to start being more careful about who you bring around, okay? Do you really know this girl?”

Woah, what?

“What do you mean by “being careful”? She’s my best friend!”

Not like you wanted to eavesdrop, but... Well, it appears like the walls were very thin.

“Best friend? She’s too old to be your friend! Also, are you sure she’s not your friend just because... You know?”

Hell, Jude Bellingham was a douchebag.

“Why are you telling me this? Stop being a douchebag!” You could tell Jobe was starting to get really pissed; you, on the other side, just felt sad. Did you seem like the type of person to befriend someone just for their fame? “That’s so fucked up.”

Well, it was fucked up.

“I’m just trying to protect you!” Jude said, raising his voice just a bit. “You know how many people approach us just because we’re a bit famous. You don’t have any idea how many people want a taste of it, and they’ll do anything to get some.”

“Well, she’s not like that! I know her very well, she’s been my friend all these months while you were away with mom. She’s not a cloud chaser, so stop being rude towards her! She can hear us, you know?”

“No, she can’t!”

“I actually can!” You said a bit louder than you wanted, giggling when a loud “Fuck!” came from the kitchen. “No worries, I just got offended by your very wrong assumptions about me, nothing serious!”

There was a silence for a few seconds before they both came back to the living room, their faces covered in a mix of shame and guilt that almost made you laugh. Almost. You tried to feel anger towards Jude, since he was the biggest asshole you’d ever met so far, but you couldn’t. Was he trying to protect his brother? Yeah. Was this the best way to do so? Nah.

“I’m the same age as you, by the way. Not that old.” You said after a few seconds, gaining half a smile from Jobe, who looked at his brother, waiting for a response.

“Look, I’m sorry about...” Jude started, but you held a hand in the air, stopping him from continuing.

“Don’t bother, I get it.” You stood up, unsure about what to do next. “But next time, try to keep your voice a bit lower so the next girl that tries to take advantage of your brother’s fame doesn't eavesdrop on the whole conversation.” You held back the giggle that wanted to come out of your mouth when Jude gave you the most embarrassed look you’d ever seen on a man’s face ever. “Anyways, you still want to go to that store from earlier?” You asked in Jobe’s direction, trying to play it cool until you were both out of the house.

“I sure do.” Jobe said, palming his brother’s shoulder before walking towards you.

You let him guide you to the exit, but before you could manage to get out, you turned around. Jude was still standing there, looking at both of you with guilt.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Was the last thing you said before leaving.

Needless to say that what happened that day was the star of every inside joke between you two for a couple of months, even after you made peace with Jude, slowly becoming amicable strangers along the weeks he was visiting from time to time. He still managed to smile a bit when you brought up the subject, even though you knew one tiny piece of him died every time he was reminded of his past behavior.

Let’s just say you enjoyed his suffering. So you did it a lot.

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hummusxx · 10 months

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—— Materialist——

I’m taking requests!

smut* fluff• angst^ coming soon+

Imagines/Blurb:

Camera*•

description: taking pictures with Jude didn't go as planned. Jude Bellingham x Reader

Driving Jude to practice •

description: embarrassing Jude on his first day of practice Jude Bellingham x Reader

¿i cómo estás?•

description: With Jude signing with Madrid, you only thought it was right to teach him some basic Spanish. Jude Bellingham x Reader

Shy around him•

description: Jamal never fails to make you shy, even when cooking Jamal Musiala x Reader

Champion description: becoming a national champion with your soulmate by your side

Jude Bellingham x lsu!reader

Thank u too my man(insta au)•

description: in which a popular influencer discovers the most handsome man on earth

Jude Bellingham x reader

Sun Kissed skin (insta au)

got a secret but can u keep it

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

I don’t Care

summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Series:

Gorgeous: pt(1)• pt(2)• pt(3)*• pt(4)+•

description: Y/n is a famous fashion designer that has been invited to the LV show and meets Jude. Their relationship develops ever since that night in June. Jude Bellingham x reader

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I finally have enough stories on here so I thought why not make a materialist. So here it is. Pleases send requests, they are open for anyone but mostly for Jude. love y’all😍

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formulalfc · 2 months

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Jobe being a complete baby for his girlfriend! He loves being the little spoon although he’s 6‘3, or just lays his whole body between your legs and his head on your chest. Adores it especially much when you pamper him in kisses and call him „jobey“ but he won’t hear the end of it if Jude finds out 🎀

you guys are relaxing after a long day of you both being at work and not having much time for each other. your lead against the pillows and jobe has placed himself between your legs, lying with his head on your chest as you both watch your favourite show together. you get bored at one point and start pressing kisses on your boyfriend's head, whispering to him "i love you so much jobey". jobe's face scrunches, a smile taking over his face at your affection, grabbing one of your hands and placing a kiss on the back of it. jude finds out about "jobey" when jobe calls you while he's out, juse can't stop laughing after he sees "jobey <3" pop up on your screen.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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bl00dst41ned · 7 months

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Can you write a fic about Jobe with a reader who needs academic validation? It’s hard out here girl😭

*.·:·.✦ break needed ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x reader

summary: in which school is beating our ass

author's note: requested by anons. mixed two in one. thanks for the idea because i relate to it a bit too much, school is beating our asses. no banner i'm tired of them stupid ass shit (also my requests are CLOSED ASF)

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“Babe ?” Jobe called as he entered your room.

However, you didn’t respond. Your headphones blocked any sound, leaving you to only hear Jorja’s voice.

Your bubble opened once you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“HA !” You jumped, turning around abruptly to be faced with your boyfriend, who let out a quick laugh.

“You’ve been working all day, you need a break”

“I need to finish studying”

You kept your eyes on your notes, earning a sight from Jobe. You had a test the next day and like each time, you were stressed.

Having a bad grade was your biggest fear. It could ruin your entire self-esteem and make you feel unworthy and lose all confidence. You had to succeed.

“Babe, you can still get back to it later”

“I don’t know I ju- Come here” Jobe cut you off, opening his arms for you to get in.

You did so, burying your head in his chest. He caressed your head, giving you kisses on top of the head occasionally.

“You should not stress like that for your tests”

“I know, I just can’t” You spoke softly, soothed by his touch. “Failing scares me so much”

Jobe had caught onto that side of you a long time ago. How you would isolate yourself to study, not eat for the day and sleep late just to study. He hated that you weren’t taking care of your health for school.

“Your grades do not define who you are. You have a great personality, you’re the prettiest ever, and you’re clever. An hour in your life is not defining your intelligence”

His words made your heart flutter. Jobe always knew what to tell you or what to do. Everyday, he showed how much of a great boyfriend he was.

“I love you, no matter if you’re not the best at school” “But since it’s so important, let’s go eat and I’ll help you study”

You responded a little “I love you too” and both of you sat up to go eat. Jobe headed towards the door, turning around seeing you still seated. You put your arms up, reaching for him to pick you up. To which he did, with a laugh.

“You’re a literal kid”

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Achraf Hakimi

Abdelhamid Sabiri

Marcus Rashford

Jadon Sancho

Jude Bellingham

Jesse lingard

Jobe Bellingham

That’s all for now!

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hungrywriter · 6 months

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M A S T E R L I S T F O R: Soccer / Football

Jobe Bellingham

Series:

Beyond the pitch Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Finale

10 Days Pt.1, Pt 2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Finale

Bellingham Brothers

One-shots:

The middle child

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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hii can you please make more jobe ffs (when you can) i love them 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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'I want you guys to be on your best behavior today... Andrew this indicates especially for you.' Miss. Coffee said in her promising stern voice, Andrew was half-listening, mostly talking to you and you elbowed the right on his stomach making him wince in pain 'Yes Miss.' The bus stopped abruptly as the students lined up to exit the bus. You and your closest friend, Andrew are at the very back, taking your best moment procrastinating as you take out your Canon brand camera alongside with your sling messenger bag stuffing it with your iPad, a book, notebook and your pencil case.

The bag and camera sling over to your shoulder, Andrew was watching you occasionally looking back to the front to catch a stare or Miss. Coffee 'Hurry up!' She said and you both scurried away.

Since today's weather is somewhat, colder you are thankful enough for your generous mother that reminds you to take a thick jacket before going out. Right now you are wearing your school's uniform, a thick and soft fleece baseball jacket, a scarf wrapping over your neck, stocking pants, leg warmers and to match it all, a high-cut black converse. You didn't bother to tie your hair, letting it loose since it somehow helps you to reduce cold on your neck and ears.

You hop out of the bus with Andrew and join your other schoolmate's lining ups at the main entrance of the gallery, 'I have to remind you all again, our school is not the only school on a trip today, that includes Birmingham's Academy. So once again, please behave yourself and stay as quiet as possible. For that, you can enjoy the rest of the day to yourselves.' The main entrance open and one by one of us started to flood the hall.

Your eyes were attached to the drawing and paintings that are hanging on the walls, some placed on the table and put in a casket, there are writings below, the origins, the painters, the drawers, and the story behind the art and you adore it all! You are taking pictures of the art sometimes with Andrew in it, posing for the camera.

One of the picture is Andrew doing a silly face, you are laughing at him 'You are so quirky!' You commented making him snort back at your quick remark. You and Andrew are having your best time adorning the arts that you failed to noticed you had caught an attention from a certain pupil from the Birmingham's Academy!

Jobe went inside a bit late because he was talking over with his trainer. His loyal friends who promised to wait from him had somehow left him to go to God knows where. He was looking around for any signs of his friends but find them nowhere. Instead, his eyes caught with something, perhaps, someone.

He could notice the girl from far over, she is with a person around her age, probably her friend, they were laughing while she take pictures of the boy. Jobe could not clearly see her but he could catch a glimpse of her smile and laugh, it was unclear due to the loud atmosphere inside the hall but he could still sense the tint of honey-like and her contagious laughter.

Her eyes are twinkling when she blinked, it was like the whole universe is on hold within her stares, Jobe noticed she had stopped laughing, her friend are whispering something over to her, and looked behind immediately making contact with him. It was as if his world stopped. Her whole focuses are now on him and he was stoned and nervous.

The pressure melted away the seconds the girl offered him a gentle smile and quickly averted her attention elsewhere. Jobe could feel his heart throbbing inside him. It was loud and clear he could feel it about to explode out of its cage. The smile she sent his way was the kind of smile he could never forget, even if he wanted to, the smile he yearns for more.

It was nearing the end of the trip, you are on your way out to take a breather at the gallery's front garden, Andrew has separated from you to join his classmates in playing games. You sat on the bench grabbing your camera to take pictures. The trees, the fountain, the pigeons from any sort of angle. You stop to check and a certain picture caught your engagement. It was one of your pictures you took of a pigeon resting on a tree, you saw the same guy from before Andrew accused of staring at you.

He is behind the tree, almost like he was hiding. You avert your attention back to the tree and slowly walk there. You could almost sense a presence behind the tree and you peeked your head 'Huh?' The boy startled, almost stumbling to the ground if you hadn't caught him 'You should be careful.' You let out and smile at him, you weren't very sure if it was something that you said or done but his face turned red, he was hiding the smile that plastered on his face by turning his head around 'Are you alright? You face.' You did a motion to your face and look at him 'Yes, it's the cold!' You nod 'What are you doing behind this tree anyway? Are you hiding?' He shakes his head 'No I was just... Watching you...! But not in a creepy way! I just thought that you are very beautiful especially your eyes!' You were baffled, having a hard time containing your laugh 'Do you want to laugh?' And you did, he was cute explaining it 'Sorry, I didn't mean to!'

He wasn't offended by your honest remark or feeling belittle instead he was feeling giddy, somehow because he was able to talk to you.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Must Watch

Jobe Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: can be taken as either platonic or romantic relationship (up to you!), movie marathons, matching pjs, jobe's a chirstmas fan don't let him fool you.

Word Count: 346

Author's Note: jobe is soooo cute, idk how some of y'all don't like homeboy lmao

His training took over most of his time so now that he was on break, you insisted you two do nothing but laze and watch movies.

The winter break arrived faster than expected. You and Jobe had made plans to go and do all the things you had sent each other back and forth; light seeing, visits to Santa, ice skating, you name the winter activity and it was on your list.

Now, you and Jobe had taken the first week of their break to yourselves, doing all the things you wanted too and then some more, as well as visiting a few friends in between.

It was Friday and you had done everything you wanted too with more than a few days to spare. So now you were left with time to fill.

You two had been lazing around all day today, Jobe had finally pulled himself off of the couch to take a shower. You had ordered take out in the meantime and knowing him, he'd be in the shower for at least 30 minutes.

The blankets and the pillows were dragged from the guest room, tossing on the floor to make something resembling a pillow fort.

You had left the pjs you bought him on the bed, a sticky note saying wear me! on top of them before you returned downstairs to make the popcorn.

"What's all this?" Jobe asks, smiling as he comes down in the pjs you left him; a white shirt with the Grinch's face on it and bright green pants with candy canes and Max on it.

You handed him the bowl of popcorn, "movie night. Sit down, I'll get the door."

Jobe follows your instructions and you make your way to the door, paying the delivery man before you join him on the floor with the pizza.

"What are watching?" He shoves some popcorn into his mouth.

You grab the remote, "I was thinking Elf, then home alone one and two, followed by the grinch and then finally we'd end the night off with Rudolph the rednosed reindeer."

Jobe laughs, nodding. "Sounds perfect."

You put Elf on, opening the pizza box as you two settled in for a night of movies and junk food.

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