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#anon what exactly on my blog made you think i'd write this #what does this even mean 😭

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since his birthday is coming up soon can you do a sanch one where you guys celebrate his birthday? x

make a wish (jadon sancho)

"Babe? Why aren't you in bed?"

Jadon's voice is rough from sleep as he calls out for you, goosebumps forming on his bare arms while he tiptoes down the stairs, wandering towards the soft light coming from the living room. The sudden noise scares you, makes you lose your balance for a bit, Jadon's hands the only thing keeping you from falling off the chair that you'd been using as a ladder. Once you're standing stable on your feet again, he lets go of you and takes a step back to admire your work. The ceiling's covered by balloons, colourful flags and lights decorating the walls, a festoon that spells out 'happy birthday' pinned above the door with some drawing pins.

"I love you so much." The words slip off his tongue without hesitation, unable to keep them in as his heart warms at this sight, and even more at the knowledge that you've done all of this for him. His arms snake around your waist again, this time to lift you up off the chair and capture your lips in a kiss so genuine and sweet that it makes you fall for him all over again.

"I love you more," you smile, pressing one more kiss to his lips before slipping away from his embrace. "Wait a second," you whisper to him, and he watches you in confusion as you disappear into the kitchen, turning off the big lights in the living room. Plopping down on the sofa, he lets his eyes fall closed while listening to the noise coming from the other room, drawers opening and closing mixed with some curses that make him chuckle slightly, until it suddenly goes quiet. There's only the sound of his slow breathing for a second or two, and then your soft voice finds his ears. Your eyes flicker from him to the candle on top of one of the cupcakes you'd baked an hour ago, careful to not blow out the flame while you sing.

"Did you even make a wish?" You frown, watching the flame disappear within a second after you gave him the cupcake. He shrugs, eyes bright as he pulls you down next to him. "What could I wish for? I've got you here with me, that's all I need."

"You could've wished we'll last forever though?"

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically, eyes wide open as he looks at you. "Are you breaking up with me on my birthday? Is that why you've done all this?"

"No, of course not," you roll your eyes at him, lips curving upwards as you watch himtake a bite from his cupcake, "I just put a little something in there, that way I can keep some of your money you know."

"Oh well," Jadon shrugs and lets you take a bite of the cupcake - always sharing everything with you, even on his day. "At least I'm spending my last breaths with someone I love."

Even though it's already the second time that that word has slipped off his tongue in the last couple of minutes, it still makes your heart explode as if it's the very first 'I love you', falling all over again every time you hear it. Your lips press softly against his temple, traveling to his forehead, down to his nose, cheeks, lips - each kiss conveying the feelings you can't quite find the words for, knowing he'll understand, he always does.

"Happy birthday, my love."

#happy jadon day to all those who celebrate 🎉

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happy new year everyone!!

#i wanted to write smth for nye but uhm yeah #anyway hope you'll have a lovely year! #(and that jude doesnt go to liverpool)

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hi hello why am i seeing the words jude and liverpool in the same sentence 🤨

#no thank you #i did not come back to tumblr for this

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x

#BABIES !! #bvb

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i miss you, i'm sorry (jude bellingham)

In which it's been eight months since you said your goodbyes, but neither of you has moved on.

"I, uh, I found your plushie."

Truth is, it's been right beside him for the last few months, clutched against his chest every night in an attempt to find a bit of the comfort you took with you when you left. But day by day, the remnants of your perfume, the soft smell that always lulled him to sleep right away, disappeared — washed away by his tears — until all that was left were two marble eyes staring up at him, lacking the warmth of yours whenever he'd wake up and catch you memorizing every spot and freckle on his face.

So now Jude's here, standing on your doorstep and convincing himself that giving back this stupid little bear will allow him to finally move on, but deep down he knows this is just another silly excuse to see you again.

A quiet, confused "oh" is all you have to say when you open your front door to the sight of him, his hair still damp from the shower he'd taken after training, one hand in the pocket of his hoodie while the other holds out a little bear to you, the one he'd won for you at the arcade over a year ago, after a dozen of dates there filled with breath-taking laughter and strawberry milkshakes. You'd forgotten about the plushie, to be honest, only ever thinking about him.

"You wanna come inside for a bit?" you ask him eventually, your gaze shifting from Jude to the elder lady down the hall who's taking a ridiculously long time to find her keys in her purse, eyes glued on the pair of you in the least subtle way you've ever witnessed. You step aside when he nods, arms touching for a split second as you close the door behind him. Silence takes over once again while Jude takes off his shoes, all the times you've scolded him for getting your floor all dirty with his muddy trainers still fresh on his mind, missing the smile that'd creep onto your face when he'd give you a bunch of hugs and kisses to apologize, unable to stay mad at him for long.

"You got a new carpet," he notes, looking at everything but you. It's pink and fluffy, and he wishes he could disappear in it.

You hum softly, not really having a lot to say about the carpet - and too scared to say what's on your mind. Jude seems to be in the same boat, eyes darting around your apartment as he takes in all the little changes you've made, but the only thing he really notices is the lack of photos of the two of you. It's been eight months, of course you've moved on, but the thought of you taking down all those pictures on a random day and starting your life without him still hurts like hell.

"I've got some of your things in a box somewhere, you know, clothes and stuff," you say, tugging at the hem of your sweater as you speak. It's a new one that fits you like a glove, completely different to the hoodies you used to steal from Jude's closet, the sleeves always covering your hands whenever you'd cup his cheeks to kiss him. It looks good on you, but not right.

You make a gesture towards the couch, telling him to sit down while you go get his things before you disappear into your bedroom, eager to escape the sight of him for a little while.

It's not the sight of him that bothers you, though. You've seen his face enough these past few months, popping up on your for you page, plastered on a billboard in the mall or appearing on the tv screen in the corner of a pub. It's the reminder that he's real that punches you in the stomach. That he's a real person who you used to hug and kiss and hold hands with, who had you laughing and unclenching your jaw with ease after a tiring day, who you used to love to the moon and back.

Who you still love so fucking much that it physically hurts you at times.

It takes a while for you to find the box with Jude's stuff, stashed away in a dusty corner that you never pay any mind to, and you try to use these minutes to gather your thoughts, to remind yourself why you broke up in the first place, but all those reasons seem silly now that you've seen him again.

When you walk through the door, you wish it would act as some sort of time portal and wipe out the past eight months, bringing you right back to those golden, love-filled days.

"There you go," you breathe out, dropping the box on your coffee table before falling into the empty spot on your sofa. Jude hums softly, too focused on your elbows touching to mutter out a thank you, and it stays quiet for a couple more seconds until your eyes finally meet again.

Your 'did you eat?' gets lost in a soft 'I missed you' from Jude, both sentences your own version of those three words. It brings a smile to both your faces, those silly words reigniting a hope in you that you'd pushed away a long time ago, making you feel like everything'll be alright someday.

And when you tell him you missed him too and remind him of pizza friday — not that he'd ever forgotten any of your traditions —someday suddenly doesn't seem so far away, the cardboard box already pushed aside to make place for your dinner and plushie long forgotten, no longer necessary now that he's got you in his arms again.

#FINALLY getting this out of my drafts! #it's shit but i honestly dont care #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurbs #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader

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cherry chapstick - jude bellingham.

word count: 1.6k

summary: in which jude just really loves the taste of your chapstick. 

masterlist 

Lees verder

#this is so adorable please i want #(also jude would win every ufc fight just by looking pretty. it's a fact) #fic recs

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donate to an abortion fund rn <33

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baby boy | marcus rashford.

↳ genre: fluff

↳ summary: in which your husband is just a little jealous over your growing baby boy.

↳ a/n: well… hello. i got nothing to say except sorry for my absence its been a ruff year so far. more works to come soon (i hope. LOL) anyways omg rashy comeback era !

“Remember, try and take him off the bottle. He’s a growing boy.”

“Mhm,”

“I left my breastmilk in the fridge instead if he’s fussy and realises that he doesn’t want the whole milk anymore. I labelled it in case you’re half-asleep through the day.”

“Uh-huh,”

“I also prepared him some lunch in the fridge. I also put some mashed strawberries and raspberries in a container next to his yoghurts.”

“Yeah,”

“Are you listening?”

A frown settles on your lips, and your brows draw together at your husband’s lack of attentiveness. 

It’s your first day back at work, after an extremely long, tiring, painful couple of months of maternity leave at home with your currently one-year-old son. For now, Marcus is deemed in charge of taking care of your baby boy at home. He’s half-asleep, ears bleeding with the sound of your voice explaining the basic protocols of looking after your baby boy Nathaniel, who’s comfortable in your arms, nipping at your hair. He groans a little once more, moving the blankets out of his way to sit up and rubbing his eyes.

“Of course I’m listening, lover.”

“Make sure he keeps his nap routine, please.”

Marcus hums again. “Relax, babe, it’s like you don’t trust me.”

You smiled, sheepishly, as Marcus opens his arms for Nathaniel. You have to gather Nathaniel’s attention first, pointing at his father, before he begins making grabby hands at Marcus. “Just my first day back without my baby boy, it feels funny.” You sit on your shared bed, and Marcus leans forward to adjust the collar on your blazer.

“You sure you don’t want me to drop you off at work?”

“Positive.” You hummed, leaning forward to kiss Marcus’ cheek. “I love you. I’ll call you later.”

“I love you too. Text me if there’s an emergency.”

“Can’t forget to say goodbye to my bubba,” Your high-pitched baby voice is back as you kiss your son’s cheek, smothering him in kisses until he’s gurgling and letting out giggles. You tickle his stomach for a few seconds as he turns away, giggling into Marcus’ tatted chest.

“Mm, lover, why have you never tickled me like that in our relationship?”

You quirk a brow, bursting into laughter when Marcus falls back against the pillows, letting Nathaniel freely crawl around the bed. “Maybe because you’re not a baby?”

“Fair enough.” 

You announce once again you’re leaving for work, not forgetting to peck Marcus’ cheek and cradle Nathaniel in your arms once more, teary-eyed at the fact you’re leaving the bundle of joy for the first time. Marcus rolls his eyes and reminds you that you’ll be back in the countdown of eight hours.

“Since when were we making it a competition for mummy’s love, huh?” Marcus nudged Nathaniel’s cheek with a finger playfully, and Nathaniel only looks up at his father with glistening, innocent eyes. 

Or maybe a mischievous glint is hidden somewhere in Nathaniel’s eyes.

“Lover,” You beamed, as Marcus’ flips the camera to face him. Half a pineapple is being chewed as you gather the words on a FaceTime call, and Marcus presumes your lunch break has started. “How’s your day been?” He asks, sweetly, like the caring husband he is.

“Pretty good, they’re taking it easy on me. Where’s my baby Nat Nat?”

“My day’s been good, thanks,” Marcus grumbles sarcastically, flipping the camera to reveal Nathaniel on the baby walker, bouncing up and down to the music playing in the background of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

“Sweet boy,” You cooed through the camera, as a couple of your co-workers stand behind you, aw’ing in sight of your baby boy’s movements. “Niel, baby, come here.” You call through the phone, and when Marcus pauses the television, Nathaniel turns around to his father.

“Mama,”

“Come here, Niel. Mummy’s on the phone,” Marcus places down his phone to pick up Nathaniel from the baby walker, then revealing his face to the camera. You giggle at Nathaniel’s fingers running around Marcus’ phone.

“Hi, baby,” You chuckled, “I miss you. Has dada been taking good care of you, hm? Ate all your berries?”

“Of course, daddy taught him, didn’t he?” Marcus combs his fingers through Nathaniel’s messy hair.

“His nap time is in an hour, by the way.”

“I know, lover, you set an alarm and a reminder on my phone.”

“Oh.” You blushed at the thought. “Alright, I’ll leave you to some daddy downtime. I love you,”

“I love you more. I miss you.”

“Miss you more,” You smile at the camera before Nathaniel grabs it away from Marcus, making you laugh. “I miss you, Niel. Mummy will be home soon. I love you both!”

When you hang up, Marcus glances at Nathaniel. “Now I know why your first word was mama.”

And Nathaniel responds to that by giggling and crawling to Marcus’ shoulder.

“Niel, come on, mummy’s gonna be home soon and you haven’t napped.”

When Marcus tried to turn the television off, he swore a flame went over Nathaniel’s head. Temperamental one-year-olds find their way, so Marcus keeps the prolonged, running Mickey Mouse show on to entertain Nathaniel and thus doesn’t end up napping, which is when Marcus would originally have his daddy downtime, despite your acknowledged texts of: send me pics of our nat nat! i miss him!!!, did niel like the whole milk????, is he napping rn ??? i hope he is :(.

“Mama?”

“Mhm, mama’s coming home soon, you’ve been so active all day. But when mama’s home, you’re always sleepy so she gives you more cuddles.” Marcus almost swears his son snorts at his very much, true accusation.

The key jingles and soon enough, the door handle rattles to grab your boys’ attention. Marcus has his arms wide open, waiting for you to envelop in his embrace like you’ve always done, yet your lips are puckered and flying past him completely, bags falling to the floor and your hands pick up Nathaniel immediately — ouch.

“My baby boy! My sweetheart,” You toss him into the air excitedly, giving him the occasional kiss here and there, and your son’s fingers are going into his mouth to attempt to prevent the laughter flowing through his tiny body. “Come here, Nat Nat, you’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” You place him into your arms, cradling him and bouncing him up and down. “Your eyes look more sleepier than usual. You didn’t nap, did you?” Wait, how the hell do you know that?

“Daddy didn’t either,” You jumped at your husband, who joins your touch out of desire and jealousy, holding your jaw and turning your face to kiss him. A squeal leaves your lips when you feel he deepens the kiss — it’s a little messy, sloppy — like he’s been craving your lips, your taste and your touch the entire day.

Nathaniel whines under you in true one-year-old fashion, reaching to play with your hair. You nuzzle your nose over his, kissing his cheek once more. “Somebody missed me.” You turned to Marcus, pecking his lips once more.

He hums in an as-a-matter-of-fact-it’s-true tone.

“Of course. You’ve only asked about Niel the whole day. You even walked to the door without greeting me first,”

You snort hysterically. “Texted every message about him, and you even noticed he didn’t take a nap? What kind of superpower is that?”

“A mama superpower, aren’t I right baby boy?” You puckered your lips to Nathaniel, who reaches for your nose.

“Unbelievable.”

“Dada’s jealous of you,” You sung to your son, winking at Marcus. “Can’t help it, daddy. I’ve already got a developing separation from my sweet boy down here.” You rock him back and forth, and Marcus tries so hard to avoid the fact your cleavage is on show, from Nathaniel mercilessly playing with the buttons on your shirt. “How about we get you your deserved nap time, Nat Nat?”

“I also did the dishes, separated the laundry while he was dancing around in his baby walker watching Mickey Mouse.”

“Ooh, that’s lovely,” Oh good heavens, your husband does love you infinitely.

“Made myself lunch because I requested nicely for your salmon and you said you were busy making Niel’s lunch.”

“Well, I can make salmon now if you want?” You cheesily grinned, “Once my precious baby is put to sleep for a while.” You walked over to your jealousy-radiating husband, pinching his cheek. “Sorry, lover. You know how much I love him. Mummy’s instinct.”

Marcus feigns hurt, clutching his chest, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Jealousy, I tell you.” You said to Nathaniel.

“Well, I used to be your only baby boy at first. Before he came in, of course.”

“What— are you serious?” You cackled, adjusting Nathaniel to lie his head down on your shoulder, astounded by your husband’s comedic words. “Oh lover, didn’t think I’d be seeing you so jealous over your own blood.”

“Can’t help it, he’s mummy’s baby boy now. He’s taken my spot.”

And it somehow happens that Nathaniel laughs at that, like a punch in the face for your sulking baby daddy in the corner.

“Oh, he knows too.” You petted Nathaniel’s hair. “Your son has just turned one and everything’s already a competition?”

“It happened when his first words were mama and not dada!”

#please this was so cute :(( <3 #fic recs

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that eden x kdb linkup... enough to make a grown man cry

#love it when belgium isn't embarrassing me #this defence situation is still stressing me out tho

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tammy and bukayo ☺️

#🥰 #tammy abraham #bukayo saka

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he’s so me

#me 🤝 jadon trauma of getting chased by dogs #jadon sancho

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go get your sunglasses!!!!! sunshine’s here

#<saka3 #bukayo saka

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the spurs-roma pre-season game held in israel isn’t just a normal game played in a apartheid, terrorist state. no it’s actually a match being held to showcase the apartheid terrorist state’s tech companies. but no one’s surprised, football does not give a fuck about palestine but this is just so foul. they’re going out of their way to be apart of a sportswashing project for shits and giggles

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#how is he even real #lorenzo pellegrini

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Lmao. Mourinho ball at it’s best 😉

#josé taught him well #tammy abraham

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if i think about how much this meant to lore, how he's only 25 and guiding his team to a european trophy, how daniele had totti for most of his life to share the leadership with, but lore has done it alone for the most part, how lonely it must have felt...except romanisti will never let him be lonely. except when he won that trophy, he brought it over to share with them. except that he is rome's and they are his, and it must be such an enormous weight to carry, but he does it anyway bc it means everything to him & to them...if i think about it, i'll cry right now.

#op i'll join you #tears in my eyes #as roma #lorenzo pellegrini