OMG WHAT YOU WROTE THAT SO QUICK ABOUT HIS B DAY THANK YOU

OMG WHAT YOU WROTE THAT SO QUICK ABOUT HIS B DAY THANK YOU

Your welcome! I aim to please

CAN U DO JUDE BELLINGHAM FLUFF LIKE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF... LIKE uh having a family with him and its all sweet

Pink Dress

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your daughter takes after you, something that Jude both hates and loves.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Jude Bellingham x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.2k

Warnings! FLUFF, cute kid, domestic fluff, sweetness, baby fever, dilfjude, he's such a good dad.

Jude had always loved that your daughter had taken your sassy side.

After all it was the thing that made him fall in love with you.

But right now, he was at his wit's end. The spirited retorts that once charmed him now echoed through the house like tiny thunderclaps. Your daughter, standing defiantly with her hands on her hips, mirrored the very stance you used to take when you challenged him.

The same fiery determination in her eyes, the same spark that had drawn him to you so many years ago.

He took a deep breath, and he knelt down to her level. "I'm sorry babygirl, but we have to hurry." Clearly, that was not the right thing to say.

Her lips pursed in that familiar way, a mini-him staring back at him with an unyielding resolve. "But Daddy, I not wanna wear the blue dwess. I wanna wear the pink one!" she insisted, her stubborness rivaling yours.

Why did the women in his life love to go against him.

Jude glanced at the clock, knowing they were already running late. He softened his tone, trying to channel the patience you always seemed to have in abundance. "I know you do, and the pink one is lovely. But remember, mommy picked out the blue dress for picture day. We don't have time to change now."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and for a moment, his heart ached at the sight. He could never say no to his little girl. Something she knew. And used to her advantage.

He pulled her into a gentle hug, her small frame trembling slightly. "Okay, okay," he whispered, stroking her hair. "How about this? After picture day, we'll have a special Daddy-Daughter day, and you can wear your favorite pink dress then. We can go to the park, get some ice cream, whatever you want. Deal?"

Nora sniffled, considering his offer. "Pwomise?" Her tiny voice was filled with hope, and Jude could see the wavering resolve in her eyes. He smiled and wiped away her tears with his thumb. "I promise, sweetheart. Pink dress, ice cream, and the park. Just the two of us."

She nodded slowly, her lips curving into a small smile. "Otay, Daddy."

Jude stood up, lifting her effortlessly placing her on his hip before giving her a big kiss on the cheek. "Let's go show Mommy how beautiful you look in your blue dress, huh?"

Her giggle was music to his ears, and as they made their way to the bedroom.

Jude felt a wave of relief wash over him. The crisis had been averted, and his little girl was smiling again. He would kill to keep that smile on her face. Forever.

He gently pushed the door open, and there you were, laying in bed with Klara laying on your chest. Jude felt his heart swell at the sight. She was fast asleep, her tiny hand clutching your shirt. And you looked as beautiful as ever.

Even though it had only been a few days since the baby had arrived, you seemed to radiate an otherworldly glow. Just like the goddess he knew you were. God, he was a lucky bastard.

Jude tiptoed into the room, not wanting to disturb the peaceful scene. You looked up at him with tired but loving eyes, and he could see the exhaustion etched into your face. Yet, there was an unmistakable serenity there too, a contentment that mirrored his own.

"Look who's ready for picture day," he whispered, turning slightly so you could see Nora perched on his hip, now beaming in her blue dress. You smiled, amusement swimming in your eyes. You knew how much of a hellion your daughter could be and you were thankful to Jude for volunteering to tame her. The cute adorable little beast.

"Well, don't you look absolutely stunning, my little princess," you cooed softly, careful not to wake the baby. Your daughter preened at the compliment, any earlier resistance forgotten in the face of your praise.

Jude carefully set her down and she immediately ran over to you, climbing onto the bed with the kind of energy only a young child possessed. She carefully snuggled up next to you, and you wrapped an arm around her, holding both your children close.

"Ready for your big day?" you asked her, brushing a stray curl away from her face. She nodded enthusiastically, her earlier tears now just a distant memory.

"Yeah!" she chirped, her excitement bubbling over. "Daddy said after pictures we can have a Daddy-Daughter day!"

You glanced at Jude, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Did he now? That sounds like a wonderful idea." The softie. This is how it went everytime.

Jude chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged. "What can I say? She's got me wrapped around her little finger." That she did.

You laughed softly, the sound a soothing balm to his soul. "I know the feeling," you said, looking down at Klara who was still peacefully asleep. The love the both of you had for your daughters was something that sometimes scared you. The way you would do anything for them. Anything.

He watched as you gently kissed the top of Nora's head, and sighed. Jude knew then and therre that he couldn't have picked a better mom for his precious little girls. You were everything he ever wanted, ever dreamed of. You've given him everything and he vowed everyday to reciprocate that.

He loves doing life with you.

Nora snuggled closer to you, her tiny fingers playing with the edge of your shirt. "Mommy, can you come too? To the park and ice cream?"

Your eyes met Jude's, a silent conversation passing between you. You knew how much he cherished these special moments alone with Nora, needed them.

What with his career taking up a lot of his time sometimes. He had often shared his fears with you. Fears of missing out on their lives. But you were always there to reassure him.

"I think Daddy and Nora should have their special day," you said softly, smoothing down her curls. "But maybe we can all go together another time. What do you think?"

Nora seemed to ponder this for a moment before nodding. "Okay, Mommy. We can do that."

Jude smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "It's a deal then," he said, giving you a grateful look. "And maybe tonight, after picture day and our little adventure, we can all have dinner together. Just the four of us."

You nodded, your eyes shining with love and happiness. "I'd like that very much. Now you guys better get going so you're not late. I want good pictures." You squinted playfully at the two, causing Jude to get into a soldire stance.

"Ma'am! Yes ma'am!" Jude teased, saluting with a grin. Nora giggled, mimicking his salute with an exaggerated seriousness that melted into laughter. You chuckled softly, shaking your head at their antics.

With a final glance at Klara, still peacefully asleep in your arms, Jude gently scooped up Nora and headed for the door. She squealed in delight, waving enthusiastically at you as they made their way out of the room. You waved back, your heart swelling with love for your little tribe.

You were the luckiest woman in the world.

No one could convince you otherwise.

-Bianca🌻

Virgil anon here 👋🏾 I hope you had a good day. Thank you so much for the story! I enjoyed it. I loved how she gave him an attitude, but thirst over him still 😂You write so fast girl, it's impressive 👏🏾

I'm so glad to see you back 😌

Glad to be back 😊

Do you write angst ?

yes I do

I was in need for some Kylian writings lately, thank you for fullfilling my needs 👑

I live to serve 😉

Hello Bianca! I'm the Virgil anon who requested the smut. Thank you so much! I really enjoyed it 👏🏾🫶🏾💕 you definitely feed the Virgil girlies 🥹

I have another idea for Virgil. Could you write something about Reader meeting Virgil for the first time and she's not impressed. There is a sexual tension between then, she plays hard to get but ends up giving her contact.

Thank you so much 🫶🏾

I got you, girl😉

Hard to get

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You meet virgil for the first time and you're not having it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.3k

Warnings! Fluff, reluctant reader, flirty Virg, sexual tensionnn, nonexistent angst,

The club was loud when you walked in, the bass from the speakers thumping in your chest. Multicolored lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, illuminating faces that blurred together in a haze of movement and energy. You could barely hear yourself think over the music and chatter, feeling your headache getting worse.

Damn, you should have never agreed to come.

As you make your way through the throng of people, you spot her friends near the bar, laughing and clinking glasses. Their joy is almost infectious, but you can’t shake off the feeling of discomfort. You take a deep breath, trying to summon the energy to put on a smile and join them.

"Hey, you made it!" one of them shouts over the music, pulling you into a quick hug. The strong scent of her perfume mixes with the smoky air, making you slightly dizzy.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, couldn't miss it," you reply, though the words feel hollow. This is the last thing you need after the day you've had. You just want to go back home and cuddle with your cat while watching the newest Kdrama.

Lord knows you've been waiting for it to come out. But you promised Charlotte you would come. And you never break your promises. Ever.

You glance around, hoping to spot Charlotte quickly and get this over with. Your eyes scan the room, catching glimpses of dancing bodies and animated conversations.

Finally, you see her near the DJ booth, her hands waving in the air as she dances with wild abandon. Charlotte's energy is a stark contrast to your own, her happiness almost tangible.

You push your way through the crowd, each step feeling like a monumental effort. As you approach, she notices you and her face lights up even more. "You made it!" she exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Yeah, wouldn't miss it," you repeat, this time with a bit more sincerity. Seeing her so happy does make you feel a little better.

Charlotte leans in close, her voice barely audible over the music. "Come on, let's dance!" she urges, tugging at your arm.

You hesitate, but then decide to go along with it. Maybe, just maybe, if you let yourself go, you'll find a way to enjoy the night. You let her lead you to the dance floor, the music pounding in your ears and the lights flashing around you.

You try to endure it. You really do. For her sake. But the relentless assault on your senses is too much. The music feels like it's shaking your bones, the lights are a chaotic blur, and the press of bodies around you is suffocating. Every instinct is screaming at you to leave, to find a quiet corner and just breathe.

Charlotte turns to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't this amazing?" she shouts, her voice barely cutting through the noise.

You nod, but it's a weak attempt at enthusiasm. She doesn't seem to notice, too caught up in the moment. As you stand there, swaying awkwardly to the beat, you start to feel dizzy. The room spins slightly, and you realize you need to get out before you embarrass yourself.

"Charlotte," you manage to say, leaning in close so she can hear. "I'm gonna get some air. Be right back."

She looks concerned for a split second, but then she nods, giving you a quick squeeze. "Okay! Don't be long!"

You give her a reassuring smile and start making your way to the exit. Each step feels like a marathon, but finally, you reach the bar, the temporary relief of having some space helping you catch your breath. You signal the bartender, "Can I get a water?" He nods and disappears to the back. You take the opportunity to lean against the counter, trying to ground yourself amidst the chaos around you.

The drink arrives, and you take a sip, savoring the cool liquid as it slides down your throat. It helps, but only a little. You glance back towards the dance floor, seeing Charlotte still lost in her own world.

Part of you wants to stay for her, but another, louder part of you is screaming for escape. You weigh your options, swirling the water in your hand. Maybe just a few more minutes to collect yourself, you think. Then you can decide.

"Rough night?" The voice beside you catches you off guard. It's deep. Deeper than anything you've ever heard. And you hate the way it makes your thighs clench. God, it's been a while.

Get a grip, girl.

You look up to see a tall, ruggedly handsome man standing before you. His dark hair was pulled back into a bun, and his intense eyes bore into yours with a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite place.

"Actually, I do mind," you reply coolly, taking a sip of your drink.

"Well, that's a shame," he said, sliding into the seat across from you anyway. "Name’s Virgil."

"Good for you," you responded, not even trying to hide your disinterest. You're usually friendly but you're headache plus your asshole of a coworker had already drained every ounce of patience you had. You just wanted to be left alone, to drink your water and maybe, if you were lucky, sneak out without Charlotte noticing.

Virgil didn’t seem deterred by your cold response. He leaned back, a small chuckle leaving his lips, the sound low and rich. "You’ve got a sharp tongue. I like that."

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that supposed to flatter me?"

"Depends," he replies, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Is it working?" You roll your eyes, but there's a small part of you that appreciates his persistence.

"Not really," you say, taking another sip of your water. "Look, I'm not in the mood for small talk. Just here to support a friend and get through the night." You say, your tone firm but not unkind. He frowns a little at your words and you hate how cute he looks doing it. Not the time, Y/N.

"Fair enough," Virgil says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "No more small talk."

You sigh, feeling a bit guilty for being so curt. "It's been a rough day," you admit, looking down at your glass. "Just… needed a moment to breathe."

"I get that," he says, his tone softer now. "Clubs can be overwhelming, especially if you're not in the right headspace."

You nod, appreciating the understanding. "Yeah, it's not really my scene. But my friend, Charlotte—"you gesture towards the dance floor where she's still dancing, "she loves it. And I promised I'd come."

Virgil follows your gaze and nods. "Looks like she's having a great time. You're a good friend for being here."

"Thanks," you say, feeling a bit more at ease. You were strangely enjoying talking to him. "I just need a break from all the noise."

He glances around the crowded bar, then back at you. "How about we step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?"

You hesitate, but the idea of a quieter space is tempting. "Okay," you agree, sliding off your stool. "But just for a few minutes."

Virgil leads the way through the throng of people tall frame paving the way for you, and you follow, feeling slightly relieved as the noise begins to fade.

Once outside, the cool night air is a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. You take a deep breath, feeling your headache start to ease.

"Better?" Virgil asks, leaning against the wall. He looks good like that.

"Much," you reply, closing your eyes for a moment and savoring the quiet. "Thanks."

"No problem," he says, his voice gentle. "Sometimes, you just need to step away for a bit." You open your eyes and look at him, noticing the way the streetlights cast a warm glow on his face. His eyes dim a little as they meet yours, and you can see a hint of understanding in them. Hm, interesting.

"So, what brought you to the club tonight?" you ask, curious despite yourself.

"Meeting some friends," he says with a shrug. "We just got back into town and decided to celebrate."

"Town?" you repeat, intrigued. "You're from here?"

"I used to be," he replies. "But I've been playing soccer professionally for a few years now. Just got back from England for a bit of a break." You take in the new information, thinking about how different his life must be. Now that you think of it…you've seen him before.

"That's pretty cool," you say. "I'm a nurse."

"Really?" he asks, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "How old are you?"

You laugh at the question. "Twenty-seven." And then add, "Why, how old are you?"

"Thirty-two," he replies with a chuckle. "Sorry, didn't mean to sound rude. Just didn't expect you to be a nurse."

"I get that a lot," you say, shaking your head. "Guess I look younger than I am." You feel him glance at you, and your heart rate picks up. The way his eyes run over your body makes you feel like a dessert he wants to devour. You feel your thighs clench slightly at the thought.

"Sorry, I'm being an ass," he says, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, it's okay," you assure him. "It happens."

There's a moment of silence, and then he speaks again. "So, do you like being a nurse?"

"It can be hard sometimes," you admit, thinking about today. "But I like helping people." You think of all the times you've held someone's hand or comforted their family. "It's rewarding in its own way."

He nods, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, I can understand that. There's something satisfying about knowing you're making a difference." You smile, enjoying the easy conversation. This is going so much better than your last date. The thought makes you sad a little. Damn, I need a better love life, you think.

As you chat, the sounds from inside the club fade into the background. There's only you and him. The world shrinks around you until it's only the two of you, the cool air, and the faint hum of traffic. It's a heady feeling. You like the way he makes you feel. The way he seems to want you.

And maybe you want him too. Maybe.

"What about you?" you ask, changing the subject. "Do you like being a professional soccer player?"

His smile is immediate. And beautiful. God, he has a beautiful smile. Your heart is fluttering at the sight. "It's the best thing in the world," he says, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "There's nothing quite like being on the field, playing my heart out." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "It's hard sometimes. There's a lot of pressure and stress, but at the end of the day, it's worth it."

You nod, seeing the passion in him. "That sounds amazing," you say, meaning it. You're happy for him.

There's a pause again, and you look up at Virgil. His gaze has grown more serious, and you can feel a different kind of tension in the air. A sexual tension.

"I really like talking to you," he says, his voice low and husky. You feel your breath catch in your throat. You really like talking to him too.

"I really like talking to you too," you reply, trying to sound cool despite the way your pulse is pounding in your ears. He steps closer, his body heat radiating towards you, making you feel like you're being drawn to him. Like the world is tilting to make sure you're closer.

"I was thinking," he says, his voice dropping even lower. "Maybe we could grab some coffee sometime?" His eyes are intense, and you can see the desire in them. The need to get closer.

"I'm not sure," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant. You're playing hard to get but you really, really want to say yes.

He steps even closer, his face inches from yours. "Come on, I'm really not that bad." His tone is persuasive, and you can feel your resolve weakening. He's too charming, too magnetic. Too hot. And you haven't gotten laid in a while.

"Okay," you finally say, relenting. You don't want him to think you're easy. But damn, you want to kiss him.

"Great," he says, a wide smile stretching across his face. He pulls out his phone, holding it out for you to put your number in.

You do, and then he sends you a quick text to save your number. You smile as you see his name pop up on your phone, a thrill running through you.

"Thanks," Virgil says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Looking forward to it."

"Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You step back slightly, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness. You glance back towards the club, the music now sounding almost inviting. "I should probably get back to my friend."

"Yeah," he says, his voice sounding a little disappointed. "It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise," you reply, smiling softly. He nods, and then walks past you towards the door. You follow, watching him enter the club first, then slipping in behind him. You take a moment to look at his ass before you lose sight of him.

Damn, it's been a while since you've seen an ass that fine.

You make your way to the dance floor, finding Charlotte with your friends. You join them, letting the music wash over you. You lose track of Virgil, but you don't mind. You're happy for the rest of the night, dancing and laughing with your friends. And maybe, just maybe, you're looking forward to coffee sometime soon.

Maybe.

Possibly.

Probably.

Definitely.

-Bianca🌻