. FLOUR. Jude Bellingham

࿐ ˚ . ✦ FLOUR. jude bellingham

summary. what seemed to be a harmless night to bake turned out to be a disaster.

warnings. cursing

word count. 937

“JUDE!”

you yelled from across the house. it was getting late in your household, but you still hadn’t started on the cookies you were bringing to your friends’ dinner party tomorrow night. 

you really had no idea where to start; all you really knew was that you needed to get this done soon because of the short amount of time you had available tomorrow.

you could hear him stumble down the stairs while you were fishing through the pantry, trying to figure out where the flour was. 

“yes, love?” he murmured behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his arms making their way toward your waist to pull you closer to him. 

"do you mind getting some stuff for the cookies from the fridge for me? i think they might be on the bottom shelf," you huffed, eventually retrieving the bag of flour that was hidden behind a few random jars. he nodded before kitchen into the kitchen, beginning to search the fridge, grabbing the basic ingredients needed for cookies.

you grabbed a few other things–measuring cups, sugar, and baking powder, to name a few—before meeting him with the ingredients disarranged on the counter. you quickly thanked him before quickly scrolling through your phone to find the recipe you saved from instagram and shuffled to find a mixing bowl to combine everything.

you put your phone down before starting the wet cookie mixture, mindlessly dumping the ingredients together and stirring as you go.

“do you need help?” he chirped. you had no idea he’d been watching this entire time, but the sudden murmur startled you. “jesus christ, jude.” you jumped.

“what were you doing? i thought you went back upstairs” you scolded him as he caught the bowl you slid from across the counter. he dashed alongside you, eager to learn about the new experience about which you had prior knowledge.

“where do i start?” queried the curious boy. pointing at the flour, you replied, “grab that first.” 

he grabbed the paper bag as you handed him a measuring cup, tapping at the line in the glass. "fill it up to here, okay?" you uttered as he grabbed the handle and slowly poured the bag. you switched your focus back to your bowl, reaching for the vanilla extract before you felt powder splatter on your face.

“jude… what. the. fuck.” you gasped. you quickly wiped the powder off the side of your face to reveal him with his mouth agape, slowly pacing backward, holding back laughter. you clutched a fistful of flour before running toward him and smearing it across his face, leaving him stunned. “thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?” you chuckled, watching him process the mess you left on him that slowly dropped to the floor.

“nah, now you’re over” he snarled with a stern voice, approaching the bag of flour and snatching a chunk while you were running around the kitchen trying to dodge him.

"jude, please stop," you begged with your hands together like a prayer. You were on your way to the bathroom at this point, but as you approached the doorknob, he grabbed your waist and powdered the top of your head. you immediately winced; you thought that maybe you’d gotten away from the mess. you quickly turn around at the grinning face. you tried grabbing the bag to get revenge, but he’d already raised it above your head—so you couldn’t reach it if you tried to. you tried to jump, your legs wrapped around his hips, hoping to yank the bag, but he'd held it even higher; you were helpless.

"what’s the matter, baby? are you mad you can’t reach?" he was inching toward your face, teasing you. 

you sighed, pretending to be upset, walking back toward the kitchen, continuing where you left off. “y/n,” he muttered. “are you actually upset?” you could feel him inch towards you before secretly grabbing an egg. 

“you know i didn’t mean i-” he tried tugging at you for your attention before you smashed the egg on his head. you both quickly froze, and the room fell silent. the look on his face was priceless—he was astonished. “no way you actually…” he was clearly still trying to process what had happened. 

you knew you were in danger as soon as he started trailing towards you, so you quickly ran in the other direction before tripping on a rolling pin, which you had no idea was there in the first place. 

yelping, he quickly caught you in time before fixing his eyes on yours. there was a long stillness before he smeared the flour still on your head onto the rest of your face. you huffed—this was never going to end.

“you’re so annoying,” you muffled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your eye. “but…” he paused, “you love it.” he flashed a cheeky smile before pressing his lips onto yours. he picked you up and placed you on the counter, maintaining the kiss. your legs were wrapped around his waist as you stroked his ear. you could feel him smile through the kiss, softening at your caress. 

you pulled apart, leaving a small peck on his lips. the room was silent, yet comforting. “you don’t taste that bad with flour all over your lips,” he mumbled. you rolled your eyes as you jumped from the counter. “we should probably clean this mess up,” you said, scanning the floor as you snickered, “but not before we shower.” you glanced at him. 

“i mean…” he smirked before you grabbed his hand, signaling toward the bathroom.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ PDA. jude bellingham

summary. you and jude in the corner of an event doing little couple things :p

cw. none

word count. 528

"you’re not uncomfortable, are you?" 

he lowered his head, his breath hovering over the hem of your neck. 

"no, i’m fine. i promise, my love," you said, chuckling as your hand brushed his neck.

being about the sixth or seventh time he’s asked you this since you’ve been at this event, you found it incredible how much he needed reassurance about your security. you couldn’t complain, though. the extra attention was nice.

you two were intertwined in the bay of the busy venue. being an award ceremony, cameras were ubiquitous, and interviews were being conducted all over the room. luckily, he’d already appeared in a few, so you basically had him all to yourself for the rest of the night, excluding the instances of small talk exchanged with random acquaintances of his, of course.

his left hand gripped your waist, making sure everyone knew you were his (which simultaneously kindled your relationship's publicity). every now and again, he’d pull you in closer, and out of curiosity, you’d look up at him to make sure he wasn’t signaling for something.

your eyes darted to the side of your torso that he’d been latching onto when he pulled in slightly tighter again. instinctively, your eyes darted to his to make sure he wasn’t in trouble. unbothered, he’d just been scanning the room, watching his professional counterparts interact with each other. it took him a few seconds to realize that you’d been staring at him, and for the moment his eyes met with yours, you smiled. 

he hovered over to the nape of your neck, rhapsodizing, "you look so, so gorgeous tonight." he pulled away, grinning. 

for a second, you wanted to hide your flushed face, but your eyebrows just furrowed as you retained a gushing smile. "yea? i do?" you queried.

he nodded, repositioning you so that you were facing each other rather than side by side. "you do." he followed, "i can’t believe you’re mine. all mine." he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear while stroking your cheek along the way.

you bit your lip, preoccupied with scanning his angel-like features. you were taken aback when he did that eyes-lips-eyes thing (iykyk). it was difficult not to tremble—you couldn’t handle the butterflies. though you two have been dating for a hot second, there’s still a nervous pit you get in your stomach whenever you interact with him, let alone display affection.

you fluttered your puppy dog eyes, clueless of his temptations, forcing him to initiate something. 

"you know, it’s so hard to try not to kiss you right now." he muttered, almost whining.

your eyebrows furrowed, letting out a small chuckle. "mm, then why don’t you?" you teased, cocking your head.

he shook his head, his hand reaching to cup your cheek before crashing his lips onto yours. his lips were soft and cherry-flavored from his lip balm. it was easy to drown in them. his other hand skimmed your back, pulling you closer to him and immersing you deeper in the kiss. your arm found itself cradling his neck for extra support. before you could pull back, you felt and quickly recognized a bright white flash in your direction.

click.

an: hmmm finally tumblr decided to cooperate with my posts? don’t even know why my tags were bugging for months but expect a post soon <3 thank u for 4k+ notes while I was gone, lygsm.

a jude imagine where you and him go on vacation with a few friends

. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jude bellingham x reader

. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: going on yacht ship with jude, haaland and his gf.

. 𝐂𝐖: fluff

. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my winter break in on the 23rd so i can probably post a lot during the break. jude is so beautiful

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the bright sun shining in my face and the sound of the water swishing woke me up from my deep slumber, “hi baby” i look beside me and see my gorgeous boyfriend jude placing his hand in front of me to stop the sun from burning my eyes “where are we?” i ask pulling myself into his chest even though it was burning hot

“we’re almost there” he pecks my temple and moves the strands of hair out of my face “you’re finally awake” erling walks out of the deck to the cockpit where we were “yeah” i lightly chuckle and pull myself out of judes brace and stand up to enjoy the beautiful scenery around me

“i wish i was mermaid” i say to the two boys standing beside me “why is that” jude asks “because it’s so beautiful, look at the water i just wanna spend the rest of my life in it” i whine while reaching my hand down trying to touch the water “we could go for a swim after” erling suggests “is it me or is it starting to get really hot” erlings gf, kamilla walks out of the helm

“i was wondering where you were” i drag my still sleepy body to her and embrace her in a hug “okay y/n stop it’s too hot” she whines trying to pull me away but grip gets tighter “erl! save me, jude! get your gf away from me” she protests and the boys laugh at our relationship.

“finally we’re here!” i exclaim, getting off the yacht slowly, “babe” jude calls from behind me “hm” i turn back around to see what he wanted, but instead he pulls me into him, almost making me fall, and kisses me. “what was that for?” i ask a smile forming on my lips “just couldn’t stand how beautiful you look in this sundress” he says intertwining his fingers into me and we catch up to erling and kamilla

“i think i ate too much, i won’t be able to swim today” erling sayss, i look up at him and he’s holding his stomach while having a funny look on his face causing us to smile “lets save the swimming for tomorrow and get a goodnight’s sleep” kamilla says to us while pouring erling some water.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ SKINCARE. jude bellingham

summary. begging your boyfriend to do face masks together

cw. none, fluff

word count. 1054

after scrolling through tiktok and coming across multiple videos of couples together (specifically doing face masks and skincare), you had the bright idea of bothering your boyfriend, jude.

"juuuudeeee," you flung yourself onto the boy next to you, who’d also been on his phone.

"what, babe?" he replied, his eyes still preoccupied by what seemed to be some sort of mobile game.

"let’s do face masks together," you whined, stretching your arms to move the phone from his face, attempting to steer his attention toward you.

he shot you a critical glance while dodging your attempts to fling his phone. "uhm…" he paused while tapping away, "let’s do it later."

you scoffed, "i can’t do it later, though." you sat up from your previous position, "please, babe. it’ll be so much more fun than your game."

"mhm, for sure," he chuckled, contesting your statement. you rolled your eyes in annoyance..

"what’s so fun about it, anyway? it looks so... boring. you’ll have so much more fun doing masks with me." you queried, wiggling yourself next to him to see his screen. "yeah, this cannot possibly be fun at all," you added.

watching as he’d been fixated on his phone, he let out a quick mutter, "you raid people’s stuff. it’s actually really fun," he replied.

you scanned the game for a few more seconds before letting out a dramatic huff, turning to the side, and prated, "hmph, why does my dear boyfriend, whom i love so much, hate me?" you flung your hand to your head, imitating some sort of terrible monologue.

his head tossed over to where you’d been hurling. "what? i never said that. that’s nonsense," he retorted in defiance.

you shook your head, "that’s what you’re implying, though."

"how?" he sneered, unimpressed by your exaggeration.

"because, you don’t want to spend time with me, so what can that mean other than that you hate me?" you responded, turning back over to him.

"that’s not true. i actually love you, very much," he replied, "plus, are we not spending time together right now?" 

"i mean, yeah, but doing this would be so much more fun. and memorable," you jabbed. "plus we can run a bath or make cookies or something," you cooed, clasping your hands together.

he sighed, placing his now shut off phone next to him, "i don’t want to get out of bed, though."

you stared in disapproval at his uncooperativeness before hunching over to his side of the bed, "you’re actually so lazy." pulling onto his lengthy arm, you did your utmost to try getting him out of his aloof position. him being so heavy obviously outweighed this attempt.

"jude, just get up," you whined, ceasing your efforts. a small moment of silence followed as you eyed him dozing off at the ceiling.

"fine," he gave in, departing from the bed. you let out a small cheer after all of your hard work and dedication.

scurrying to your bathroom, you quickly scanned through the cabinets for the appropriate supplies: cleanser, serum, clay masks, moustrizer… because you weren’t just doing face masks. of course, it'd only be right to do an entire routine, of course, even though he didn’t deserve it after all that tedious convincing.

"are you making it or something? why is there so much stuff?" he inquired, head tilting.

"uhh, yeah…" you drawled, trying not to suggest anything that’ll make him turn away. "wait, let me grab something for you." you dashed to your vanity, grabbing your hello kitty headband and concealing it behind your back.

"oh no, what is it," he cried. 

"shh, just close your eyes," you instructed, snickering while fetching the scrunched headband over his head. instinctively, his eyes fluttered open, mouth dropping. "y/n, take this off. i look so dumb," his mouth agape while skimming himself in the mirror. 

you chuckled away as you tried to snap a picture. "you look like such a pretty princess."

he shot you a glare before shaking his head, "please, take this off."

"no, no, it’s fine, it’ll be quick," you snorted, still trying to relive his reaction, "c’mon, let me wash your face."

you turned the tap on, pumping your favorite cleanser into your hands before rubbing them together, creating a soapy mixture when mixed with water.

"turn toward me," you commanded, rubbing your hands on his face in a circular motion, but obviously struggling a bit because of the height difference. 

"you’re so damn tall," you murmured as he sneered, "not my fault you’re so short." he teased as his arms cradled your waist. 

"okay, rinse your face now," he nodded, turning toward the sink. you quickly reached for the cleanser, repeating your previous actions.

after cleansing both of your faces, you grabbed your favorite clay mask, twisting the cap before turning to your boyfriend beside you. with a brush, you dipped into the container before painting his face, leaving it a shade of teal.

"i look so ridiculous right now," he stifled a laugh as you covered his forehead in the paste.

"ridiculously cute," you prompted, teasing him.

he chuckled before flinging himself inches from your face, "oh yeah?" his taunting immediately made you laugh before he pecked his lips against your cheek, leaving bits of blue residue on your face. you pulled away, giggling.

"stop, i was just kidding." you cocked your head to the side, "i meant to say ridiculously ugly," you mumbled.

"hm?" he chirped. "nothing," you said, clearing your throat before turning back to apply your mask after being distracted. he rolled his eyes as he watched you run the paste onto your face, as well.

after covering the last piece of skin, you finally placed the container on the counter before muttering, "20 minutes, okay?" earning a nod from him. "let me take a cute picture, though." you grabbed your phone, opening the photos app, and snapped away. his poses did not disappoint, though he seemed to be annoyed just 10 minutes prior, he’d been throwing up peace signs, winks, and duck lips. you found yourself surprised at the sudden interest, but you realized great minds think alike (skincare & selfies>his dumb mobile game).

"ooh!" you suddenly blurted. "let’s make tiktoks while they set." you smirked. he sighed, but ultimately knew there was no way out of this.

an: gamer bf skincare gf trope 😜 expect more ffs soon i'm gna make it a goal to stop slacking + tysm for all the love on my last post ❥

“stay focused, bellingham, she’s not going anywhere!” ‹𝟹

word count :: 0.2

warning(s) :: none.

summary :: basketball is not your boyfriend's forte.

after receiving an invitation to join your boyfriend and his friends for a hang out, you jumped out of bed as quickly as possible.

you had no idea what jude and his friends were up to, but you certainly didn't anticipate them to be playing basketball, considering that they were all football players. however, you didn't question it; you just went with it.

as you approached the basketball court with jude, his hand interlaced with yours, his friends were eager to start the game. 

not being all that into sports, especially basketball, you decided to sit back and observe from a distance. trent was sitting alongside you, as he himself wasn't as interested in basketball. nobody listened to the poor boy's complaints, and he was compelled to come along.

the game was going well for grealish’s team, but not for the team jude was on. you shouted a few encouraging words to jude and the players he'd selected for his team.

hearing your voice, jude turned to you and flashed his typical charming smile, his attention completely concentrated on you rather than the game.

he was so enthralled by your presence that he had entirely forgotten about the game, and unfortunately for him, the ball slammed him in the face, as it was intended to be a pass to him.

the ball went out, and his teammates began complaining and chastising him for not paying attention to the game.

when trent yelled to your boyfriend, "stay focused, bellingham; she's not going anywhere!" you couldn't help but giggle.

pickup lines - jude bellingham

today you had decided to try a tik tok trend on your boyfriend that you had seen as you were scrolling through your for you page. it consisted of saying pickup lines at random times but getting them on video to see the reactions you received.

knowing jude, you knew this would end hilariously and all of your followers had been asking for you to post another video with him again because they absolutely loved them. of course you got the most idiotic pick up lines you could find to make this whole experience even more chaotic.

"hey everyone, so today i have decided to try some pickup lines on jude to see how he reacts.

line 1:

"okay, i have my first pick up line. and jude just got home." you said to the camera as you placed the phone on the kitchen counter.

"y/n/n i'm home." jude yelled as he walked through the door. he walked towards you before kissing your forehead and embracing you in a hug. you smiled and pulled away before speaking up.

"jude?"

"hm?" he hummed.

"feel my shirt. do you know what it's made of?" you asked and he looked at you oddly before pinching some of the fabric. "girlfriend material."

"no way you just said that. nah. you are on some joke." jude chuckled.

"what do you mean? i thought it was pretty good."

"no way you thought of that yourself." jude spoke as he walked out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom. you turned to look at the camera and made a silly face before turning it off.

line 2:

"okay, we're about to go to bed, i wanna see what he'll say." you whispered in the bathroom as you filmed the video.

"babe, can you come here for a second. i need to show you something!" you yelled and soon enough you heard jude's footsteps approaching your bathroom.

"yeah of course, what do you need darling?" he asked before walking through the door.

"woah, give me a sec. i was blinded by your beauty, i'm gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes." you said before winking.

"ooh ooh ooh. okay that one was good. you just boosted my ego up to like 50." he was jumping excitedly as he spoke. "second time today too. are you getting these on video or something?" jude asked as he looked around.

"you bet. look." you giggled as you pointed to the camera.

"man, get you a girl who will shower you with pick up lines... ah, i love you." jude said as he hugged you and kissed your head.

line 3:

"guys i didn't think these would go as well as they did. but jude is really enjoying the pickup lines. currently its 8am, and i am hiding in the bathroom again. i'm gonna find a pick up line, go and lay down with my phone recording and say it. jude usually wakes up around this time so let's see how this goes." you said before you walked out of the bathroom and laid in your bed next to jude, who cuddled into you. you turned on the video to get both of you in it before whispering.

"baby. good morning." you smiled.

"hm. hi." he said with his morning voice still evident. he was half awake so you couldn't blame him.

"jude..."

"hm?" he groaned, his eyes still closed and now he grabbed on to you tighter.

"are you google? because you've got everything i've been searching for." you chuckled after you got the last word out. jude still hadn't opened his eyes but he was smiling and you had gotten it on camera.

"10 out of 10." he replied as he kissed your cheek. slowly, he opened his eyes and looked directly at your phone. when he saw himself on the screen, he stuck his tongue out and you stopped recording.

line 4:

"okay guys, i am in the car and we are about to go to our friend's house. jude just locked the front door and is heading our way. i'm going to do another pick up line on him. okay, here we go." you said to the camera before jude opened the door.

"you ready darling?" jude asked as he sat in the driver's seat.

"yeah... oh wait! did you get a map?" you asked.

"wh-no... why would i need a map?" jude asked confused.

"well because... i keep getting lost in your eyes." you responded innocently.

jude looked at you before dropping his head on the steering wheel and chuckling. his laughs were muffled by his coat, but when he looked at you he looked so happy and relaxed.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked with a giggle.

"ugh, i can't get enough of you." he pecked your lips before closing the car door and starting the car.

line 5:

"hey guys. okay i swear i find myself in the bathroom every time i decide to do one of these. anyways, this will be the final pick up line because i'm running out of time in the video. but currently, we're at jude's parents house, his mum, dad and jobe are all here. we're about to eat dinner and i've decided to completely humiliate myself and jude with this little trend of mine. so i'm going to be saying the pickup line at the table. i already told his mom so she will be video taping for me." you whispered before walking out of the bathroom and bringing the phone to jude's mom.

you, jobe and jude's parents sat down at the table before jude so his mom was already recording while jobe and mark were looking at you two confused.

"jude! hurry up. we're not waiting all day!" his mom yelled.

"okay, i'm here! im here!" he responded before he sat down next to you.

"oh wait jude can you get me the salt?" you asked and he walked over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed it. "by the way-" you were about to say the line before he sneezed. so you took this as an opportunity to use another pick up line.

"i'd say god bless you but it seems he already has." you grinned.

"woah, how'd you time that so well?" jude asked astonished as he sat down. he still hadn't realized that his mom was recording.

"i didn't i was going to use another line, but i got lucky and you sneezed so I could use that one." you replied.

"you two are gross." jobe spoke up. "and why is it getting recorded?" jobe pointed to the camera before jude quickly turned his head.

"you were in on this too?!" he asked pointing at his mom.

"i didn't know what y/n would say, but i offered to video tape." denise replied.

"i swear you pick the most random times too. i never thought, with the four times you did it... this one being five! i never saw it coming." jude chuckled.

his mom handed you your phone and you posted the full video and showed it to jude's parents, who got a good chuckle out of it. jude smiled as you interacted with his family and squeezed your hand signaling for you to look at him. you looked up and he mouthed i love you, and kissed your head, before letting you continue with your conversation.