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kylianmbappee · 1 year

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

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drownersicons · 1 year

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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Hey babe. If you takin' requests, please write a long one for jude bellingham where the reader is comforting him after loosing a league or sum like that. Thanks. ❤️

𓂃⭑ᜊ: BAD DAY ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Icl but I don't know whether I'm capable on writing long but I'll try my best just for you (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑). I hope you enjoy babes xx

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The start of the match was going smoothly, they were leading with 2-0, everyone is beyond happy, you, friends, families, the players. Everyone is on cloud nine, they are winning, it was nearing the end so they are 99% sure they'll win but why? Why is the opposite team catching up with one penalty kick and one corner kick, why are there suddenly catching up and put an absolute end to their euphoria? The match ended with BVB losing by one goal, the other team are catching up in the last fifteen minute with three goals.

You saw it. Jude's crumbling, he's sorrow. This a not what he's expecting, definitely not this. He was beyond prepared for the match so he was certain he could win. But no. He lost.

You watch him, sharing his grief, your eyes welling up with tears, your nose flaring as your chest heaves up and down aggressively. You are sad as it was, you can't imagine how he must be feeling right now, devastated perhaps.

You leave the stadium and marched to the locker room seeing the players coming out from the tunnel, you turn your head all around to find your beloved, he finally comes out, head down in shame.

You were practically running off to him and flew to his side, he was shocked but soon relaxed realizing that it was just you. 'Oh hey,' He huffs in pure disappointment 'Can't believe you came to watch just to saw how bad I fucked up' You attached yourself to him 'Aw come on, you guys did your best, you did your best. I am so proud of you Judy!' You said, palms to his cheeks and rubbing them over your thumbs. He leaned over your touch, and for a moment he forgot about the match 'We should go!' He said, hand in yours before he drags you inside the locker room so he can change.

After he was done, you both exited the place to his car 'I drive okay? You can rest if you want, you needed it anyway.' He was staring at you before he bops 'Alright, thanks.' He made his way to the passenger seat whilst you were in the driver's seat.

The drive home is quiet but not uncomfortably, it was a calming silence, both you nor he exchanged words but the presence is enough.

It was a fifteen minutes ride until you made to your apartment. Jude smile at you and left the car, haven't spoken since. You locked the car seeing him already treading inside. You get inside already hearing the shower running. You place your stuff to the table and walk to where he was.

Knocking on the door, you called out for him 'Jude can I come in?' The shower tap closed, he was silent but so were you. You are not trying to interrupt him but you wanted to help.

'Yes?' He was trying his best to stay calm but his voice betrayed him, it croaks at the end and you are sure he is crying, you twist the knob seeing him inside the tub. His head over your form 'Jude?' The silence in the room made it visible for you to hear his muffle sniffling.

You inched closer to him, crouching near the tub and hand over his shoulder, his body flinches at your cold sudden touch 'Look at me...' You assure, he was having a hard time and you aware.

Alas, he turn over, and you examined his stained-tear face, eyes red and almost protruding, 'Aw love!' You grab his face, one hand on his cheek and the other at the back of his neck caressing it soothingly 'Don't cry, don't feel bad. You gonna make me cry love,' You frown at him, wiping his tears that are welling up again, you take his half-wet frame to you, and head on your chest 'You know what, cry. Cry all you want, let it all out.' You reassured, he drape arms over your midsection, head burying on your stomach 'I was so ready! I wanted to win! I wanted to make you proud and I failed, terribly!' You pat his back multiple times in a comforting manner 'You still make me proud Jude, doesn't matter win or lose, I'm still proud because I know you put your bestest.'

You finally broke off the hug, eyes came into contact with his 'Now come, let's get you a bath!' You helped him put the shampoo and help him bathe though you know he probably didn't even need it. You get the small tower draping over his head and drying it clean 'There!' He looks up at you, hand over your forearm to bring you closer 'Kiss?' He voiced out, you let a small breathy chuckle and went to peck his lip 'I hope you feel better?' He hums getting up and getting a towel 'I'm gonna get your clothes ready right?' He nods watching you leave the bathroom.

You readied him a pair of black cotton shirts and short sweatpants, Jude came out asking for his clothes, you passed them to him and left the room to let him get ready. While he did that, you take the opportunity to prepare some stuff to ease his tension.

You got a facial mask along with the face roller and a few other stuff 'Babe what's the occasion?' He said wiping his eyes with his hand and a yawn following after 'Come, you can rest while I work on your face for you!' He had a confused face written all over him but still walk over you.

He laid down, you place a pillow over your lap and he laid n top of it. 'What are we doing love?' He questioned, eyes up to your face 'Just a facial, it'll help you relax!' You suggested, he hums adjusting his laying body position and closing his eyes, you first do some of the clay mask things, and spread it over his face, it was sandy and green too, you take two slices of cucumber and top it on his eyes 'The mask is making my face uncomfortable!' He admitted, electing a small giggle out of his mouth, you join him in 'You have to deal with it for the next fifteen minutes Judy!' You said it in a singsong technique which makes him snort 'Yeah, a nap doesn't sound so bad innit?' You peck his head massaging his scalp with your hands 'I know you still feel bad about the match, but I won't bother saying 'I understand how you feel' cus I don't. I am not as passionate as you about football but I do get that you've tried hard. You did your best, surpassing your limit with endless practice. I don't want you to feel so depressed about it, you got a long way in front of you. You can get sad when you think about it but I don't want those to cloud your mind all the time, alright?'

His hands that are crossed over his chest are now on both of your forearms, clutched onto it making you whine slightly 'It hurts!' He caressed it and smile through the mask 'Sorry love, just got... Nevermind. Come closer.' You did as he said gladly and smile 'Yes sir Bellingham?' His pearly whites show as he grins out you, he puckers his lip at you to kiss.

It was a while and the facial time finally comes to an end, Jude applied some moisturizer to his face just like you instructed while you watch through the mirror, just done charging your phone.

'It's cooling innit?' You turn around and jump on the bed, head on the pillow, head turning to look at him and smile lazily 'Are we sleeping now?' He bops, applying some more to his face with a satisfied sigh and you laugh 'You might as well pour the whole bottle to your face!' He scoff at your sarcastic remark but put the bottle on the nightstand table.

'Thanks, I guess?' He laid down facing you with one hand propping under his head 'What for?' You mirrored his actions to which he chortled at 'Today. You helped me a bunch, in a way you realize and in a way you don't, so I'm thanking you.' You cup one hand over his cheek, gently stroking it 'You don't have to thank me, it is my part to take care of you and be there for you on your bad days. I'm thankful to you for being the best boyfriend any person could ever ask for!' He scoots closer placing one hand over your hip 'Can I kiss you?' You melted, the way he's still asking for consent even after years of being together 'You know you can!' You joked, he chuckles inching his face closer to yours, capturing your lip for a lovely kiss, a kiss he poured every burden that is standing on his shoulders

A kiss that made him fall in love with you all over again.