. SKINCARE. Jude Bellingham

࿐ ˚ . ✦ 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 ❥

LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

TAKING REQUESTS!!!

still thinking about this yeah

࿐ ˚ . ✦ GOING AWAY. jude bellingham

summary. going away to uni wasn't as unforeseen as you thought it'd be.

cw. angst, friends-to-lovers

wc. 848

today was one of those bittersweet days. like, the last day of summer, or the last footsteps before moving houses. you’d been experiencing just that on your last day before leaving the country for school, alongside your best friend, jude.

you had no real family. for the longest time, it’d just been you two. it was complicated at home, and being around him was an escape. he made you feel numb. whenever something happened, you’d be at his window in an instant, ready to vent on his bedroom floor while he just sat and listened.

rain tapped the windshield, and you were snug in the passenger seat of his car. something on your shared playlist had been playing at twenty-something percent. this bit felt a little déjà vu-ish. but, in a good way.

“today was fun,” you blurted mid-conversation, shifting your gaze from the road to the boy next to you, behind the steering wheel. 

“i’m gonna miss this a lot, y’know.”

he hummed. his giggles from a few seconds ago quickly faded. 

you quickly realized your faults, mentioning the topic that’d been so thorny but, at the same time, imminent. it was hard to not bring it up, though. going the entire day trying to ignore it was hell. and as much as you wanted to seize the moment, time doesn’t stop.

“yeah,” he replied, quickly coughing away the tremble in his voice.

“since when did my best friend become so grown?”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you turned away to peek out of your side of the window.

“this could’ve been you too, jude. just quit football and stay with me,” you suggested, already mindful of his response.

he chuckled a bit. “or, you could just come and live with me while i work. i wouldn’t mind.”

you grinned, watching the rain as it trickled down the glass. as much as it sounded fun to never have to work or pay bills, you didn’t want your ‘independent’ persona taken away from you. maybe he just asked this question as a test to see if you’d say yes. not today, jude.

“mmm, no,” you responded. 

“let me enjoy my little parties and hookups. i don’t wanna be all professional like you at nineteen.”

he snickered, “you mean you're gonna be in your room studying all day?”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, watching as he turned into the airport entrance, the moment you’d been dreading all day.

opening your door as he parked, you ushered toward the trunk, quickly grabbing your luggage so the rain wouldn’t hit you so badly. 

“let me grab this,” he insisted, hovering over the bulkier bags.

your heart began to race, and your breathing was a little heavier as you paced toward the automatic doors of the entry. 

now, you two are face to face. and this is really the last time you'll be seeing him, or at least being in his embrace for a while.

“well,”

“this is it, isn’t it?” he muttered.

tears quickly welt up in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. the rain, harder than before, left the both of you drenched.

“yeah,” your voice cracked. the boy in front of you, who usually appeared stoic, appeared a bit antsy as he rocked in place.

“promise me you won’t do anything dumb without me there,” he pleads, a trace of uneasiness in his voice as he stares you down.

“mm, no promises,” you replied.

he clicked his tongue, silently berating you for your foreseen actions.

“i’m just kidding. i’ll be on my best behavior,” you reassured him, shooting him a smile.

“come here,” he prompted, extending his arms for a final hug.

eagerly, you slipped into his chest. his arms are tight around your waist, and you have to tip-toe up a little to reach his height. there’s no other feeling quite like this, but knowing it’s your last for a while, tears tumbled from your eyes.

your heels plopped to the floor and at this point, your faces are inches from each other—his cold breath trickling over your cheek. at once, his lips laced into yours. his hand instinctively pressed against your cheek and stayed there quite comfy. while it caught you off guard, it felt, in a sense, innate. his lips were sweet, and he kissed tenderly. his lips also tasted a little minty, and you realized he’d finally been using the chapstick you recommended to him months ago.

you pulled away slowly, whimpering as your lips left his. he seemed distraught, or maybe mesmerized by the kiss? there was a tinge of your gloss that lingered throughout his lips, which you thought was cute.

“i should get going now,” you muttered. “my flight is gonna board soon.”

“uhh, right,” he replied, your words bringing him back to reality.

“make sure to text me when you land, okay?”

“mhm.” 

“don’t miss me too much,” you smiled before walking into the building.

as you took a final look back at him, he waved at you with sanguine eyes as he disappeared into the rain.

an: so so sorry for the long wait. expect another fic really soon

sorry for the inactivity mls 😞 finally finished with my exams for now though so expect some fics rly soon ! 😗

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