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Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

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Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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Drenched in desire🤍 - Trent Alexander Arnold

Summary - You've been craving your boyfriend all day when he finally decides to give you what you want.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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You needed him. His sexy demeanour practically calling out to you. It wasn't like either of you had anything planned today anyway. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of him and his alluring mannerisms. How he would randomly kiss your neck. How he would move your hips so you could grind on his lap. How he would choke you lovingly. How he would pull your hair when he gave you backshots. He was perfect. Not even just his actions but just him. Your boyfriend was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His dimples were a sight to see. His big brown boba eyes. Oh, they were gorgeous, especially with his long lashes which added to their beauty. His sharp jawline and big lips. Let's not even get started on his abs. Trent knew the affect he had on you and would use it to his advantage most of the time, especially today. He knew how horny you were as he had been teasing you all day.

"Baby." You wrapped your arms around his neck as you sat on his lap and gazed into his magnetic eyes. His hands instinctively held your waist. It was one of their favourite places to be.

"Yes, my love." He returned with a soft voice. That only gave you more butterflies, not helping the situation at all. That man was so good at getting you flustered.

"Please..I need you." You began kissing his neck, causing his eyes to close for a second and exhale with the sexiest sigh you had ever heard in your life. He wanted you, but he was going to keep toying with you for a little while longer. You were everything to him and it didn't take long for him to start feeling that tingling sensation in his lower stomach aswell. Your lips felt so good on his neck.

"Yeah, you need me?" You could tell he was smirking as he spoke. What you couldn't see was his eyes fluttering from the touch of your kisses and tongue. Naturally, your hips began to move in a back and forth motion, making him want you even more.

"Yes daddy." Your whispers caused his eyes to roll as your minty breath hit his skin. You were so sexy, he wanted to rip your clothes off and take you right there, but of course he was going to continue his little game.

"Mmmmm..no." He replied cheekily before you stopped what you were doing and looked into his eyes again. He was such a tease.

"Baby you've been doing this all day." You complained to him, noticing his cocky smirk as you wrapped your arms around his neck again.

"Doing what?" Trent knew exactly what you were talking about and found it sexy how clingy you were being. You needed his big cock inside of you and he needed your aching pussy.

"Teasing me." You didn't mean to show a slight frown but he could see it, only making him chuckle. Your boyfriend loved teasing you and getting you annoyed. It was practically his love language along with physical touch.

"What?" He continued giggling at your words. "No I haven't." His scouse accent was very apparent as he lied.

"Yes you have." You shot back with innocent eyes, but you were far from it. "Pressing against me, touching me, making out with me and pulling away, tryna get me horny on purpose. You're literally wearing grey sweatpants and you've been walking around shirtless all day."

"It's our house. I can walk around shirtless under our roof if I please gorgeous." His chuckling continued. He loved seeing you like this.

"Yeah but you know what you're doing." You pulled your arms away and crossed them as he began rubbing your thighs.

"I'm not doing anything." His hand were getting closer and closer to your pussy as he gazed into your eyes. You were only wearing panties and a thin white long sleeve shirt which meant it wouldn't be hard for him to take you.

"Please baby..." You begged, slowly grabbing his hand and placing it where you wanted it to be. However, he pulled his hand away when it reached, wanting to tease you a bit more. Before you could even think about saying anything, you got up, causing his eyes to follow you.

"Where you going?" You heard him say in the distance as you reached the bathroom. He did feel a bit bad as he was horny too and didn't want you to feel as though he didn't want you. He was head over heels for you and deeply in love.

You decided to take a shower, even though you had taken one this morning. You needed to calm your horniess and collect yourself. He was so annoying sometimes, but you loved him. As the water ran all over your body, you only had him on your mind. You needed him but if he wasn't going to reciprocate, you weren't going to continue. Yes, you were wet from the stream falling on you, but before that you were wet for him. It was obvious he knew what he was doing but you decided to leave him alone. If anything, you could always please yourself, however, he felt better. He knew exactly what to do when it came to your body. He knew where your soft spot was and would always hit your g-spot when you had sex. He was beyond any fantasy you could imagine. He was your fantasy at this point. You couldn't help but slide your hand down and begin rubbing your clit thinking about his cock and how it felt inside you. You were so desperate for his touch. Your finger caused you to let out little moans which you were sure he could hear but you didn't care anymore.

When you heard the bathroom door open, you immediately stopped touching yourself, making him feel kind of bad again but not so much as he had plans. The shower was see through but you turned away from him in annoyance. You listened to his movements and figured out that he was taking his sweatpants and boxers off, getting ready to join you in the shower. Even though you were irritated, it excited you immensely. He knew you were tired of his games and had enough so he was going to give you what you both wanted and needed. When he got in, his arms immediately hugged your waist as he moved your long afro hair to the side and began kissing your neck. He was rock hard already, most likely from hearing your moans.

"You like that?" He murmured against you, before he cupped your boobs and continued kissing your neck, wanting to leave a hickey.

"Yes daddy." You knew your place when it came to these moments. He liked getting on your nerves but he liked touching you even more. You rocked your head and arched your back when he slid his hand down and began playing with your clit, finishing off your job. Your moans were even louder than before. "Fuck.." He was still giving your tits attention with his other hand.

"You're so sexy my love." He let out, wanting to me you feel as good as possible. His fingers were enough to make you want to cum. You had nearly reached your high before he joined you, he was only adding to it. Aching to feel his lips on yours, you turned around to face him which he responded by gently pushing you onto the wall and pressing your lips together. Your lips moved in perfect unison, allowing your bodies to get more revved up. Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck again as he lifted your legs around his torso to pick you up. His pillow soft lips felt like heaven. He was finally giving you the attention you had been craving for all day. Trent was two things, an amazing boyfriend and excellent in bed. You really got the best of both worlds. It was always passionate with him as you could feel how much he loved you with his actions. When you made love, it was the best feeling you could ever imagine. To say the least, you both knew you were soulmates and it was very apparent when you had sex.

When you decided to spice things up again, you got on your knees, which made Trent smirk as he was ready for what you were about to do. Grabbing his big hard cock, you put it in your mouth and moved your head as you sucked him. As he watched you, he couldn't stop himself from releasing soft sighs and groans.

"Yes baby, just like that." It was evident that you were doing it just right for him. "Fuck.." Trent was on cloud nine. Carefully, he reached his hand down to your head so that he could help guide you even though you didn't need help. "Touch yourself while you suck my dick baby." You immediately did as you were told. Seeing you rub your pussy was the tip of the iceberg for him, causing him to roll his eyes back from pleasure. When he looked back down, your eyes connected, making him groan once more.

After a few minutes, Trent was close to reaching the finish line and showed you by gently lifting your head up. As you got up on your feet, he turned you around so that you were facing the glass and lined himself with your entrance, bending you over. You needed his dick even more than before.

"You ready baby?" He wanted to confirm that everything was alright before he put it in, even though he was sure you were okay.

"Yesss. Don't even think about teasing me. Just fuck me." You whined, making him release a sighing type of laugh. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He slowly slid his cock inside you, causing you to gasp. He felt so good it was insane. Without thinking about it, his hand choked your neck softly while his other hand was on your waist. You let out pornographic moans letting the man you loved take you in the shower. He started off slow before quickening his pace.

"This what you wanted all day?" Trent spoke as he pounded into you. He already knew the answer to his question as you had been waiting for his dick, not patiently. "Mmm?"

"Y-yes daddy.." You responded, reaching your arm back so that you could hold him which he reciprocated by holding your hand. You loved when he held your hand during sex. It felt so sweet in the erotic sessions you often had. You kept squeezing his hand but he didn't mind at all, only holding your hand tighter to let you know that he loved you. "Fuck.." This man was the best you had ever had and you felt so lucky to be able to call him your boyfriend. As he got deeper, he began to worry that he had hurt you when you got louder. "Trent...fuck."

"I got you baby, I got you." He let you know in a soft voice. He hadn't hurt you, he just felt heaven. Once he realised you were just in complete ecstasy, he continued pounding deeply into you. "Take this dick beautiful." And you did just that, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you did so. "You're so fucking perfect." You felt so loved and cared for. He truly was the best boyfriend. Yes, today he had been annoying, but that man would kill for you. He made you feel like a queen. "Yeah, let them out baby." He was referring to your moans as they had got even louder than before.

Time went by fast as you were getting closer and closer after a while, clenching your walls around his cock. He knew very much what that meant and made him even closer than he already was.

"D-daddy I..." You were trying so hard to speak but couldn't conjure up the brain power to do so. That sensation which built up in your lower stomach prevented you from saying what you wanted.

"Use your words for me princess." He told you, holding your hand tighter than before but not enough to hurt you. He couldn't even think straight himself.

"I-I'm..fuckk." Not being to do what you were told, you decided to give on trying to speak and focus on the pleasure your man was giving you.

"You're gonna cum baby, I know." Your walls clenched around his perfect cock more. Both of you were so close to reaching your orgasms. "Let it all out for me." Was the last thing he said before you released your juices all over his member. He came at the same time, which made it feel ten times better. "That was so good baby."

You both needed to calm your heavy breathing down before you actually showered and cleaned yourselves up after. He continued giving you the care you needed as he helped scrub your back and helped you comb through your hair as you washed it. The way he looked at you with love in his eyes, you already knew this was the man you were going to be with forever. He wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you.

The rest of the day you spent cuddled up in his arms, showing off that clinginess he liked. He felt so comfortable, you couldn't get enough of him. He was the one for you always and forever. The way he rubbed your back and gave you kisses sparked the usual butterflies in your stomach. Your arms wrapped around him had the same affect on him. You were both in complete bliss and total happiness. He was yours and you were his.

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I'm sorry I haven't posted these in a while guys. I haven't really had the time to write as I've been busy and have been going to through things but I'm trying my best to get back on track. I don't know when my next post will be out, but it is being written right now🫶🏽.

Also, I'm almost finished with ETE 2 chapter 23 so hopefully it's out by Thursday🫣

Thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed! 🤍🤍🤍

hello everyone! i am officially back!! if anyone has ANY requests please lmk they’re highly appreciated.🫶

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (english version)

after an argument, pablo let’s his actions speak louder than his words. 

warnings: curse words,cheating, asshole! gavi, gaslighting. no happy ending

#notes: i’m a little rusty with my writing, feedback is appreciated. please like & reblogㅤᵕ̈ (lowercase intended)

you were sat on your couch trying to shut the world around you. you couldn’t stand it anymore, you couldn’t stand not being able to voice your thoughts around your boyfriend without an argument spurring up afterwards. a relationship was supposed to be built up with trust and communication, you always told yourself that but you never knew when it disappeared in your relationship.

after a while you opened your eyes and let out a sigh. your eyes adjusted to the light, looking around you were trying to locate your phone. feeling somewhat calmed down you unlocked your phone and opened the messages app, you clicked on the pinned conversation and a photo of Pablo and you for your year anniversary adorned the contact information. you sent him two text; one asking where he was, the other reminding him to be careful, no matter how mad you were at him you could never wish for him to be in danger. swiping out the conversation you opened up your best friends messages, your eyes skimmed the last texts you had sent her, paragraphs of you telling her about the argument Pablo and you had. averting your eyes to the bottom of your texts you saw that she read them but never answered. weird

the digital clock on the coffee table read 2:56 am and you decided to get yourself ready for bed. heading upstairs you entered the bathroom and focused on getting the mascara clumps from under your eyes off your face and brushing your teeth. leaving the bathroom you made the bed and decided to try to go to sleep now knowing if you’ll be able to while Pablo wasn’t home.

the next morning you woke up and patted down the spot next to you. empty. you opened your eyes while trying to adjust to the light around your room, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. your notification bar showing you a bunch of notifications some from your friends, others from your siblings, a handful from twitter, and from your best friend. opening your siblings text first you saw all of them sending you pitiful texts and a lot of links to post, and articles. clicking on the links pictures of your best friend leaving a house party in a disheveled state hand in hand with your Pablo. you were in disbelief and denial, there had to be a reasonable explanation on why your best friend and your boyfriend were leaving a house party hand and hand and looking like that, but as you opened your best friends messages, you knew all the allegations and rumors were true. rows and rows of sorrys, and he said you guys weren’t together were displayed on your screen. you scoffed and left her on read, she wasn’t worth a reply from you not now and especially fucking never.

hearing a door closing you head shot up, hearing footsteps approaching your room and the door opening you were face to face with your cheater of a boyfriend.

“you better have a good ass explanation for this Pablo, or god hopes i don’t fucking knock some fucking sense into you, you prick.” you yelled out exasperated.

“i’m pretty sure y/b/n already texted you what happened, and you saw all those articles, there’s nothing for me to explain.” he replied nonchalantly.

“what the fuck Pablo, how can you just stand there so calmly, we’ve been together for over a god damn year and you go throw all away and with my fucking best friend, you’re a coward! how did it even happen, why the fuck did it even happen?” you yelled in need of answers

“i wasn’t thinking right, and she sent me a text telling me that there was a house party and that if i wanted to go and i accepted. i got there and we were just talking and then we kissed, it turned into more than that and she guided me into this room. the urge and curiosity got the best of me i just wanted to see what it was like if me and her… you know.” He was going to continue before you cut him off

“no i don’t fucking know Pablo because never has it crossed my mind to go fuck your best friend, never! did you always think of her like that or what?”

“ no y/n i didn’t but she was all over me and i was drunk out of my mind and she was there and you weren’t. you weren’t there with me so it’s your fault i got drunk, you were the reason i was drinking if you had just not caused the argument none of this would’ve happened! at least i didn’t do it with multiple girls it was just her that’s all. it meant nothing and you know that.” he finished off

“oh! do i really know that? and what do you want me to do to get on my knees and thank you that it was only her? huh! it would’ve hurt less if it was some random fucking girl but no you wanted to sleep with my best friend someone i’ve known for years!” you yelled back while getting off the bed in search of a bag and your necessities. you didn’t even pay to mind Pablo following you around you just wanted to grab your shit and leave.

“what are you doing?” he said while grabbing the bag from your hands. you looked at him like if he was stupid and snatched your bag back. he continued to pester you until you burst.

“you’re fucking delusional if you think i’m staying with a cheater that fucked my best friend!”

“but i still love you.”

that made you laugh. you genuinely laughed in his face and looked at him to see if he was seriously you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he didn’t love you, his actions spoke way louder than his words.

“i’ll rather be dead than love a disgusting person like you.”

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (version español)

después de una discusión Pablo deja que sus acciones hablen más que sus palabras

advertencias:malas palabras, le ponen los cuernos, gilipollas! gavi, no hay final felis:

#notas: no estoy a mi 100% con mi escritura, se agradecen los comentarios. por favor, dejen un me gusta y rebloguea ㅤᵕ̈ (minúsculas intencionadas)

estabas sentada en tu sofá tratando de cerrar el mundo a tu alrededor. no podías soportarlo más, no podías soportar no poder expresar tus pensamientos a tu novio sin que surja una discusión después. se suponía que una relación se construía con confianza y comunicación, siempre te lo decías a ti misma, pero nunca sabías cuándo desapareció en tu relación.

después de un rato abriste los ojos y dejaste escapar un suspiro. tus ojos se ajustaron a la luz, mirando a tu alrededor estabas tratando de localizar tu teléfono. Sintiéndote algo calmada, desbloqueaste tu teléfono y abriste la aplicación de mensajes, hiciste clic en la conversación anclada y una foto de Pablo y tú de tu aniversario adornaba la información de contacto. le enviaste dos mensajes de texto; uno preguntando dónde estaba, el otro recordándole que tenga cuidado, no importa cue enojada estés con él, nunca podrías desear que esté en peligro. deslizando la conversación, abriste los mensajes de tus mejor amiga, tus ojos recorrieron los últimos mensajes de texto que le enviaste, párrafos de ti contándole sobre la discusión que tuvieron Pablo y tú. desviando la mirada al fondo de tus textos viste que ella los leía pero nunca respondía. extraño

el reloj digital en la mesa de café marcaba las 2:56 am y decidiste prepararte para ir a la cama. subiendo las escaleras entraste al baño y te enfocaste en quitarte los grumos de rímel debajo de los ojos y en cepillarte los dientes. Al salir del baño hiciste la cama y decidiste intentar dormir ahora sabiendo si podrás mientras Pablo no esté en casa.

la mañana siguiente te despertaste y palpaste el lugar a tu lado. vacío. abriste los ojos mientras tratabas de adaptarte a la luz alrededor de tu habitación, te sentaste y buscaste tu teléfono en la mesita de noche. tu barra de notificaciones te muestra un montón de notificaciones, algunas de tus amigos, otras de tus hermanos, un puñado de Twitter y de tu mejor amiga. Al abrir el texto de tus hermanos primero, los viste a todos enviándote textos lamentables y muchos enlaces de publicaciones y artículos. Pinchando en los enlaces fotos de tu mejor amiga saliendo de una fiesta en casa despeinada de la mano de tu Pablo. estabas incrédula y negada, tenía que haber una explicación razonable de por qué tu mejor amiga y tu novio se iban de una fiesta de la mano y luciendo así, pero cuando abriste los mensajes de tu mejore amiga, sabías todas las acusaciones y los rumores eran ciertos. filas y filas de disculpas, y dijo que ustedes no estaban juntos se mostraban en tu pantalla. la dejaste en leída, no valía la pena una respuesta tuya, no ahora y especialmente jodidamente nunca.

Al escuchar una puerta cerrándose, tu cabeza se disparó, al escuchar pasos acercándose a tu habitación y la puerta abriéndose, estabas cara a cara con tu novio infiel.

"Será mejor que tengas una buena explicación para este Pablo, o Dios espera que no te golpee un poco el sentido común, idiota". gritaste exasperada.

"Estoy bastante seguro de que n/d/a ya te envió un mensaje de texto sobre lo que sucedió, y viste todos esos artículos, no tengo nada que explicar". respondió con indiferencia.

“¿Qué diablos Pablo, cómo puedes quedarte ahí tan tranquilo? Hemos estado juntos por más de un maldito año y vas a tirar todo a la basura y con mi mejor amiga carajo, ¡eres un cobarde! ¿Cómo sucedió, por qué diablos sucedió?” gritaste en busca de respuestas

“No estaba pensando bien, y ella me envió un mensaje de texto diciéndome que había una fiesta y que si quería ir y acepté. Llegué allí y estábamos hablando y luego nos besamos, se convirtió en más que eso y ella me guió a una habitación. el impulso y la curiosidad sacaron lo mejor de mí, solo quería ver cómo sería si yo y ella… ya sabes”. Iba a continuar antes de que lo cortaras

“No, no se Pablo porque nunca se me ha pasado por la cabeza ir a follar a tu mejor amigo, ¡nunca! ¿Siempre pensaste en ella así o qué?

“No t/n, no lo hice, pero ella estaba encima de mí y yo estaba completamente borracho y ella estaba allí y tú no. no estabas allí conmigo, así que es tu culpa que me emborrachara, tú eras la razón por la que estaba bebiendo si no hubieras provocado la discusión, ¡nada de esto habría sucedido! al menos no lo hice con varias chicas, fue solo ella, eso es todo. no significó nada y lo sabes. remató

"¡Vaya! ¿Realmente sé eso? y que quieres que haga ponerme de rodillas y agradecerte que solo fue ella? ¡eh! Hubiera dolido menos si fuera una maldita chica que no conozco,pero no, ¡querías acostarte con mi mejor amiga, alguien a quien conozco desde hace años! gritaste mientras te levantabas de la cama en busca de una bolsa y tus necesidades. Ni siquiera te preocupaste de que Pablo te siguiera, solo querías agarrar tu mierda e irte.

"¿qué estás haciendo?" dijo mientras tomaba la bolsa de tus manos. Lo miraste como si fuera un estúpido y le arrebataste la bolsa. siguió molestándote hasta que reventaste.

"¡Estás delirando si crees que me estoy quedando con un tramposo que se folló a mi mejor amiga!"

"pero yo aún te amo."

eso te hizo reir realmente te reíste en su cara y lo miraste para ver si hablaba en serio, no podías creer lo que estabas escuchando. él no te amaba, sus acciones hablaban mucho más fuerte que sus palabras.

"Prefiero estar muerta que amar a una persona repugnante como tú".

Me voy- Pablo Gavi

Gavi doesn’t understand how to balance his life.

You looked around you and sighed. You were lying if you said you didn’t expect it, but it was still a bittersweet feeling. As you looked up you saw how the waiter looked at you with pity in their eyes, you hated it, but you could only blame yourself. Your phone screen lit up and your eyes quickly scanned the screen but to your luck it wasn’t Pablo he was yet to answer your multiple texts asking him where he was.

You were done, your patience running thin you grabbed your belongings and left the restaurant. You felt humiliated the dress you had on and the makeup that was painted onto your face all felt stupid, you prepared yourself for someone who didn’t have the decency to show up. You waited for someone who stopped meeting you halfway. Entering your car you sighed and waited for the tears to come out but to your surprise nothing came out, you no longer felt sad, you were just tired. Tired of actually thinking that Pablo was going to change, tired of gaslighting yourself into believing that his love was actually enough for you. Maybe you did something to deserve this but even if you did you were not going to put up with this.

Driving home gave you time to think, to think about what you were going to do next. No explanation from Pablo was going to change your mind. Finally arriving at Pablo’s house you walked to his front door and unlocked it. The scene in front of you painted the perfect picture for you to be done with everything. In front of you was Pablo on his phone with no care in the world, as you walked towards him he looked up and looked at you with confusion. “What are you doing all dressed up y/n?” He questioned.

“I don’t know Pablo, oh wait I do maybe I dressed up for our date tonight but guess what my own boyfriend didn’t even have the decency to show up. By the looks of it he didn’t even have the decency to remember that he had a date to attend!” You yelled out. Pablo’s face suddenly dropped and regret filled his face. “I’m so sorry amor, I completely forgot you know how tired I have been with practice, but don’t worry I’ll make it up to you, tomorrow we can go somewhere else. Somewhere better.” He tried to propose. You just looked at him. You looked at him and felt nothing just tiredness you couldn’t even recognize your boyfriend. You didn’t understand where everything went so wrong, but looking at him you understood how the love you two shared wasn’t enough for the both of you.

“Pablo there is no tomorrow, after I leave this house there will be no more us. I need you to understand that this isn’t the first time that this has happened, Pablo I’m always by your side but now it just feels like I’m invisible to you. I don’t to argue I just want you to understand that I’m not mad I’m just disappointed, you promised me so much unconditional love and support, it’s so sad that you couldn’t keep your promise.”

i’m curious, when you guys buy jerseys do you guys stick to your size or get a size up or down? (i do a size up but i’m js genuinely curious!)

guys i want to try to write stories again but idk who to write abt & if i should continue my song prompts 😓😓

࿐ ˚ . ✦ MORNING. jude bellingham

summary. waking up with jude on a typical day.

warnings. fluff w/ mentions of smut at the end

word count. 465

waking up, you’d feel the softest graze of fingers pacing through your hair. in front of you would lay the love of your life with the softest smile greeting you. it was like this every day. it’s safe to say how lucky you are to be with someone like him.

the most gentle, sweetest guy, yet the most flamboyant and energetic person you know. there was no one that could truly compare to jude. 

his greetings to you in the morning were dainty. you loved it because of the soft touch he’d combine with the sweetest words that rolled off his tongue like butter.

“sleep well, angel?” he’d whisper with the faintest smile spread across his face. you felt his eyes survey you, which made your stomach turn. he never failed to give you butterflies.

“mhm,” you’d reply, half awake, as he’d brush your temples.

it was moments like these that made every single sacrifice for each other so sacred. the pain, the distance… it disappeared as soon as you laid before his touch. 

you could feel his eyes scanning your face before scooting closer to him for daily (required, ofc) cuddles. his hands would make entry toward your back, snuggling as hard as possible and forcing a laugh out of you. you loved when he did this—the closeness of the physical banter made you feel closer to him.

fluttering your eyes open and fixating them on the figure before you was always one of your favorite intimate moments. a sort of closeness difficult to find anywhere else. his pretty, dark eyes looking back at you in the silence of the room were indescribable. all i could think of is how lucky i really am to be spending the rest of my life with someone as perfect as him.

“hi, gorgeous.” jude uttered, brushing his faint lips above my forehead before pecking my forehead.

“hi.” you giggled from the tickling sensation. 

he paused before asking, "why are you so," he drifted his lips, "pretty?"

“i’m so lucky to have the prettiest girl snuggled in with me right now.” he cooed.

“shut up” you chuckled, burying yourself into his neck trying to hide the red on my face.

“no… seriously. like it’s weird how you chose me of all people.” he continued, “i get to show you off to my friends, like, how lucky am i?” he professed.  

you gave him a soft look before hiding in his chest. “stop,” you chuckled. “i’m the lucky one. my man is so handsome… and talented, and he knows how to throw it down in the sheets.” you both chuckled before he began kissing attacking you, and holding you so that you couldn’t resist.

“oh, do i, baby?” he continued pecking your cheeks while you giggled for him to stop.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ 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.

heyy can i request a fluff with jude where you guys go on a date to winter wonderland and hes really clingy <3

࿐ ˚ . ✦ WINTER WONDERLAND. jude bellingham

summary. your first time coming to winter wonderland w jude.

warnings. none

word count. 1164

a warm smile spread across your face as you and your boyfriend of 6 months were on the way to winter wonderland together for the first time. you'd been wanting to go since you two first started dating, and it felt surreal to finally be able to live the experience you'd been looking forward to for so long. you two had been engaging in conversation about the rides you’d go on, but knowing him, he’d probably—no, definitely chicken out.

“when we get there, we have to ride the hangover. i’m not leaving until we go on it at least once.” he prompted, quickly glancing at you before focusing back at the road. “ehh, i remember seeing someone get sick right after getting off a few years ago, though. it still freaks me out thinking about it.” mentioning the story made you feel a little jittery, but you’d be willing to get on it, as long as it was with him.

“it can’t be that bad. maybe they had an easy stomach, but i don’t. it’ll be fun,” he claimed, resulting in your eyes rolling as you fixed your gaze in front of you, watching as he steered into the entrance. watching all the pretty, bright lights made you feel in awe. all the energetic people jumping around as they got off their rides gave you goosebumps. you already knew how fun this would be. 

he quickly turned into a parking spot before turning the engine off. you were quick to open the passenger seat door, but he quickly stopped you—"stop right there," he demanded, before running to your side of the car and reopening the door. "now you can exit," he chirped, bending his knees a bit too much to seem gentlemanly. you giggled before replying, "well, thank you."

you stepped out, quickly inhaling the air around you, nostalgic of the vivid environment. hearing the kids chase each other around and the rustling steel of the rollercoasters made you eager to ride the rollercoasters again after it had been closed for a year. you quickly turned around, hearing his footsteps dart toward you. "let’s race to the entry, yeah?" he announced before lunging toward the ticket machines. "jude, no," you cried, chasing after him, knowing full and well you weren’t as fast as him. "i swear, you’ll be the death of me." you muttered under your breath, trying to catch up to the tall figure. "can’t hear you back there!" jude exclaimed.

you eventually approached him while he paid for the tickets. "took you long enough." he giggled as you were merely out of breath. you shot him a glare before jokingly walking back to the parking lot. "wait, you know i was just kidding, baby," he said as he took your hands into his and laced them together. "oh, let’s go on that one first!" he shouted in excitement, his finger darting toward a big green rollercoaster with a sign next to it named the 'euro coaster' he gave no time for a response before jogging toward the attraction. you matched his pace, following him toward the bright sign.

he paid the vendor before awaiting the ride. thankfully, it was a tuesday, so it wasn’t that busy to where there’d be a ten-minute line for ride entry. he dragged his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in, while staring at the people screaming on the ride in amusement. “aren’t you excited?” he watched him in awe as you simply nodded.

the ride eventually came to a halt, with the group of people exiting, giddy from the experience. you watched as he quickly scurried toward the gate. you sat next to him, taking in the final moments before the exhilarating ride.

the intercoms came on, and the inspectors began to click the belts, and before you knew it, the tracks began to click. “maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” his voice began to tremble as the ride neared the top. he quickly intertwined your fingers together in fear before the ride quickly declined, resulting in screams from both of you. you looked over at him to see him terrified for the next steep dip, giggling at the sight. 

at the end of the ride, you clicked off your belt and exited the seat, jumping up in excitement. "that was fun, wasn’t it? you watched as he struggled to process what had happened. "we should probably go on the merry-go-round next." he audibly swallowed, earning a chuckle from you. "yeah, no," you said as you took his hand in yours and walked toward the next ride.

as much as you wished to go on the hangover, he refused, claiming that his “stomach hurt even looking at it.” so, you just opted to go on a less intense ride. still, he gripped your hand like there was no tomorrow and screamed like a baby during the steep drops.

after getting off, you suggested going to the carousel to take pictures together. he was insistent on the idea, which wasn’t surprising considering how shaky he was after the actual rollercoasters. you two traced toward the ride before hopping onto the seat, admiring the atmosphere around you once again. 

he held his arm around you as your cheek occupied his shoulder. “it’s so pretty out,” you whispered. he nodded in agreement, “not as pretty as you, though.” you shook your head, giggling at his reply. “you’re so corny.” 

you admired the view around you before you heard a sudden camera click and looked up at him with his phone out. “what are you doing?” you muttered, sitting up. “you look pretty,” he replied, looking at the pictures on his screen. you looked in the other direction to prevent him from taking more. “why are you looking away? i’m trying to compliment my beautiful girlfriend,” he giggled, eyes fixed on you. you felt your heart skip a beat from the praise. you slowly looked back at the staring boy who was flashing a smile at you.

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before murmuring, “i’m so lucky.” you couldn’t help but flush at his exchange of words. you two gazed at each other for a while before he pecked your cheek, your giggles breaking the silence.

"i think i love you," he proclaimed. your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden speech. maybe he had the impression that the relationship wasn't that intense yet, apologizing quickly: "i mean—not to make you uncomfortable or anything." his words were interrupted by a prompt kiss. he paused before sinking into it.

you pulled away after a few seconds, looking into his soft, puppy dog eyes. “i love you, too, jude,” you confessed, slightly chuckling.

the carousel coincidentally came to a stop, and you two exited hand-in-hand. he led you out with a teethy smile plastered across his face. "ooh, is that a cocoa stand? i haven’t had one in forever," you said, dashing toward the concessions as he quickly followed.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ BABY FEVER. jude bellingham

summary. you and jude visit your sister who recently had a baby, and he (unsurprisingly) is more excited than you to meet the newborn.

cw. just fluff

word count. 1008

it was a foggy morning. you and jude were on your way to visit your sister who recently gave birth to your first niece. naturally, you were very excited. seeing her on facetime would make you giddy. since the beginning of the road trip, you’ve been thinking of the countless things you’d do with your new niece while staying over. 

the entire car ride, you and your boyfriend had been talking about life concerns—work, friendships, and, of course, how you two would react to the new baby. you were teasing him, claiming that he’d be more excited than you would be. and to be honest, seeing the way he’d immediately become infatuated when around his teammates’ kids made you melt inside—like, to the point of considering having children this young. 

“you seriously think i’ll be more excited than you?! that’s your niece, for god’s sake!” jude exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief, as his hands brushed the leather of the wheel.

you knew you were going to be in love with the new addition to your family, but you always loved bantering with jude about things like these, knowing how irritated and unsure he’d be.

you chuckled, looking over at the distraught boy. “nah, i see how you get all cheery when you’re around kids. there’s no denying it, darling.”

“well, that’s different. especially cause this is your niece we’re talking about, y/n,” he ranted, darting a quick glare at you before returning his gaze back to the road.

you fixed your posture towards him, resting your elbow on the armrest, glancing at him. “well,” you paused, “you wanna bet?”

“what? that’s so stupid, babe.” he scoffed. his shoulders stiffened a little while replying to your hypothetical question. “jude, just say that you’ll love her more than me. i won’t be hurt.” he rolled his eyes as you continued to tease him.

“whatever, we’ll be there in somewhere around 15 minutes, so we’ll really see who’ll be more excited,” he sassed, shaking his head. you giggled before digressing into another random topic.

finally, you pulled into the driveway of your sister's home. you were ecstatic, immediately jumping out of the car and popping the trunk to grab your bags, as you were going to be staying for a few days. “what’s taking you so long, grandpa?” you yelled at jude, who was taking his sweet time to leave the car for whatever reason. his shoes shuffled as he lazily walked toward the back to collect the rest of the luggage. sure, he just drove 3 hours straight, but he just wasn’t walking quickly enough for your pace. he shot you a glare before grabbing some of the bags left in the car.

you dropped the luggage on the porch before firmly knocking on the door, which quickly opened, revealing your sister’s warm smile. you immediately greeted her, pulling her in for a tight hug before jude approached the two of you.

you and jude stepped into the foyer with your bags. you immediately took a deep inhale of the new environment, which is routine, of course. “i’m sure you want to see the baby already,” your sister paused, turning around “come follow me,” she signaled as she walked up the stairs. you glanced over at jude, eager to see the newborn. he exchanged your excitement, beaming at you.

“and here she is,” your sister opened the door, revealing a dainty nursery. you wobbled toward the crib, softening when facing the sleeping bundle of joy. you turned over at her, covering your mouth out of pure shock and admiration. she nodded, walking towards you. “you can hold her, just be gentle,” she whispered as you silently scooped your niece.

“she’s beautiful,” you murmured before bouncing the baby. looking at the faint face made your stomach coil. you were internally screaming out of joy. 

“i should probably go heat up her milk before she wakes up,” your sister spoke, breaking the silence, “i’ll leave you two alone for a sec, i’ll be back soon,” she said before the door clicked shut.

“isn’t she pretty?” you whispered, following a nod from jude.

"would you like to hold her, my love?" you paused before extending your arms slightly. he carefully held the baby from your arms without reluctance. his pretty, puppy dog eyes seemed so fascinated with the newborn in his arms. you watched as a faint smile spread on his face. it was impossible not to melt when you saw the two of them together.

“aren’t you the cutest baby ever?” he whispered. he looked back up at you, mouthing what seemed to be ‘i can’t,’ causing you to giggle. you scooted closer to the two before caressing the baby's chubby cheeks. the baby briefly yawned, causing you two to gasp from the cuteness.

after having dinner with your sister and brother-in-law, you were chatting with your boyfriend on the bed about casual topics, but you couldn’t help but notice the number of times he’d bring up how adorable the baby was, or how he’d immediately jump when the baby would cry. 

“jude, you really talk about that baby more than me,” you exclaimed.

“y/n, i can’t help it. she’s so adorable,” he winced, hiding in his hands. “see—this was exactly what i was talking about in the car and you denied every one of my words. you’re so predictable.” you sighed, glancing at the cheesing boy. 

he shrugged following your declarative. “you know—” he muttered with a suggestive tone.

“jude if you’re gonna say anything about us having a baby, i’m gonna shut you down. we’re teenagers, in case you forgot,” you interrupted.

“you know me so well,” he clicked his tongue, before glancing at the clock. “but, can we go back to see the baby before she falls asleep?” he squeaked, turning toward you with doe eyes.

“you’re so annoying,” you huffed before rolling off of the bed, where he immediately followed, chuckling. “you love me, though,” he whispered in your ear as you immediately shook your head.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ FAMILIAR FACE. jude bellingham

summary. you stumble across your ex at a cafe.

cw. angst, cursing

word count. 1389

you let out a big exhale into the cool atmosphere, adjusting the backpack strap that weighed upon your shoulder. a soft guitar and the low hum of a feminine voice accompanied the headphones attached to your ears.

it was finals season. you’d been studying for long stretches of time throughout the past week or so, and stress was constantly piling upon your shoulders. and if that wasn’t enough, you’d been dealing with a recent breakup.

although it was a mutual breakup, you’d be lying if you said that this wasn’t a tough time for you. honestly, you’d do anything to speed up the time, but it’s been moving slower than ever.

it’s been a month since the separation, and you've been sulking in your room. dishes were piling up on your nightstand, and dirty laundry was piling up on the floor. as much as you've tried to convince yourself that it didn't hurt, it has had an impact on you in a variety of ways, big and small. you've tried to suppress the relics and decided to take a small leap and study at the cafe near your house instead of in your bedroom, surrounded by the mess that's been progressively collecting.

the cafe door immediately chimed as you pulled on the metal handle. you took in the familiar aroma of the coffee beans before walking toward the barista at the register, ordering your ‘regular,’ in other words, a vanilla latte—which perfectly paired with the snowy day outside. you paid before scanning the rest of the building. you come pretty often, so there wasn’t much to compare to the previous visit. however, you became immediately reminiscent of the times you and jude would spend here. he'd sometimes take you before class or on a casual date, and so forth. your eyes met the booth in which you two would always sit together, and you couldn’t help but stare. all the giggles, kisses, and snuggles that you’d share in that seat felt bittersweet as you began to recall the memories.

"y/n?" the barista called, setting the paper cup on the to-go ledge. your head prompted you toward the signal when you realized your coffee was ready. grabbing the cup, you drifted toward the booth you’d previously set your eyes upon. you set your things on the cushion next to you, beginning to study in the sanguine ambiance.

from noon on, you’d be occasionally distracted. sometimes by the chimes of the door, or the bright clothing of passersby. your mind couldn’t occupy the notebook in front of you for too long before wandering toward other happenings in the cafe. while taking a break from studying, a tan figure struck your eye, and it didn’t take you long to decipher who it was: your ex-boyfriend. your heart immediately skipped a beat before you heard the door jingle. fuck. you scrambled to figure out how to disguise yourself because the table wasn't far from the entrance. you pulled the hood of your jacket on, trying to seem engaged with your schoolwork. it felt as if your heart momentarily stopped before a gust of air traveled past you. you took a silent breath, relieved of the potential outcome that could've occurred if he'd seen you.

you tried to attend to your notes for the time being, but the familiar voice behind you was daunting you more than you’d like. the echo of his voice brought a sense of nostalgia. your chest became increasingly heavy as you listened to the small talk he and the barista shared as he placed his order. his voice was soft and faint, and there were glimpses of that damn laugh that you missed too much.

his sneakers squeaked upon the tile as he said his goodbyes to the baristas. you tried looking away again, hoping that your hoodie would hide you well enough. the voice chirped toward you as the figure passed, ending your awaited relief.

“y/n?” he murmured, “is that you?”

your shoulders sank; you didn’t think that he’d be able to see you, but here we are.

your head lifted, making eye contact with the figure ahead of you, “yeah, it’s me,” you replied, gazing at the eyes that you hadn’t seen in some time. “i’m surprised you’re here,” he muttered. “mind if i sit?” he asked, pointing toward the seat in front of you. you nodded, as he slumped into the seat, setting his coffee on the table.

there was a brief pause between your last exchange of words. you fixed your stare on the wall of the cafe as he scanned the table that held your school supplies. 

“how’s school?” he muttered, breaking the silence. “it’s been fine. just stressful.” you replied as he nodded. “how’s work?” you asked, reciprocating the same concern. he let out a big sigh, “yeah, it’s been,” he paused, “a lot, too.” 

this interaction had been awkward so far, to say the least, but it was a brief reminder of why you two had gone separate ways: the lack of communication following your hectic school and work lives.

"have you been taking care of yourself, y/n?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. you shifted your gaze to him, who appeared concerned. you let out a small chuckle. "do i look that rough right now?" you replied, smiling at your cunning reply. "ah, no, not like that—it’s just, you seem tired, and we haven’t seen each other in so long, you know?" he let out a panicked reply as you laughed again.

"i know, i was just kidding, jude," you said, pausing, "i’ve been trying to keep myself together. it’s just been a little difficult, but i’m trying." he let out a hum as he nodded.

the sound of him taking small sips from his drink fell against the sequential wave of silence. 

you’d been thinking of things to say or even bring up to combat the quiet and to leave as fast as possible. you watched his face before breaking the silence, "i still have some of your things at my place if you want me to stop by and return them later to–" you said before he interrupted, "y/n, i don’t think i can do this without you." his voice cracked before his eyes darted toward yours. 

"hmm? what do you mean?" your head tilted at his sudden statement. "i just can’t," he huffed. "i can’t even explain how difficult it is to not wake up by your side anymore, or to see your face whenever i come home. it’s really weighing on me more than you think." you couldn’t help but blink at him, trying to process what he just said. judging by the look on his face, he seemed concerned—almost hopeless. "and i’m sorry if i ever hurt you. i never intended to. it pains me to see how tired you are—probably because of me."

"say something. anything," he prompted again. you tried to choke up a response, but nothing seemed to come out. your feelings before the breakup began to resurface. you were inseparable without him, and truthfully, you haven’t been yourself since the split. you tried to analyze yourself as much as possible before giving a genuine response.

"i," you paused, "i'm not sure, jude." you stammered, slightly shrugging your shoulders. you could tell he was apprehensive from your response. he looked down at his lap as you tried to come up with the right words to say. 

"you know i still love you with my entire heart, right?" you comforted him, who appeared to be upset. "and, i miss you so much, too. it’s been different since you left." you adjoined. "to be honest—i don’t think i can do this much longer without you, either, jude." you watched his head lift up, gaze fixed upon yours.

“so, what do you want to do?” you cocked your head, staring at the figure in front of you. he slightly shrugged his shoulders, “well, do you accept my apology, first of all?” he inquired, ensuing a nod from you. a smile fell on his face, “then, will you be my girlfriend…again? you swayed your head to the side, grinning at the question that resulted in some of the best experiences of your life together. you nodded your head, 

“of course, i’ll be your girlfriend. again.”

࿐ ˚ . ✦ I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS. jude bellingham

summary. visiting your childhood best friend for the first time after a while

cw. fluff, maybe just a little angst

word count. 1554

it was the first day back home from school in a while. 

you've been settling back into your childhood home, taking in the familiar surroundings while unpacking clothing, doing laundry, and spending time with your siblings—whom you haven't seen in what feels like an eternity.

and while studying in a different country was well worth the foreign experience, there were some things you missed about your hometown, specifically your childhood best friend, jude. every now and again, you’d begin to think about him,  pondering how he’s been since graduating high school. yeah, you two follow each other on social media, occasionally DMing each other every once in a while to ‘check up,’ and such, but it just doesn’t compare to the warm soul you’ve known since toddler days.

every time you come back home, your parents are quick to ask about you and jude, frequently asking things such as, “have you been talking to jude since you landed?” which of course segues into his football career and how you’ve ‘missed the opportunity to become a football wife,’ which never fails to earn a scoff from you.

whenever the question gets brought up again, it really makes you think: how is jude? it’s been a while since i’ve talked to him in person. it made you kind of sad to think about how he must be a completely different person now that he’s used to the money and all of the public figures that surround him. 

for some reason, you were determined to talk to him just once before flying back to school, just to genuinely see how he’s been doing over a cup of coffee. 

"hey, dad, you still talk to jude’s parents, right? where do they live now?" you inquired at random while biting into the chicken you had prepared for lunch. his eyebrows furrowed, and he seemed confused—which makes sense as it was a blindsided question, "ah, yeah, i do. are you trying to talk to them or something?" he replied.

"something like that," you muttered, looking down at your plate to fish out another bite. "i’ll text you their address," he said, picking up his phone. your heart started to pace, and you had to ponder the decision of whether or not to visit the boy you were once inseparable with.

-

it eventually became dark outside. you finished dinner with your family, catching up on random things that have happened since you’ve been gone. you were laying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through your phone, when he randomly popped up in your mind again. this time, you finally decided to take matters into your own hands, grabbing a coat from your closet and ordering an uber to take you to his house. 

throughout the car ride, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears out of nervousness, thinking about all of the possible reactions and what could go wrong. maybe it was the lack of traffic or the pacing thoughts, but the 15-minute drive flew before your eyes before the driver parked into the driveway of his home—which was beautiful and more updated compared to the neighborhood you two grew up in. you quickly thanked the driver before stepping out of the car, taking in the heavy air. you looked around at the decorations of the homes throughout the neighborhood, slowly pacing toward his front door, where your heart beat faster than ever.

you attempted to take deep breaths as you stood in front of his home before you knocked on the door. you were greeted by his mom, denise. you watched as her eyes widened and a smile spread on her face, engulfing you in a hug. it’s been a while since you’ve seen her, but you remember all the times she’s treated you like her own. it was a sincere moment, to say the least. she invited you in before engaging in small talk about uni, before a tall, familiar figure strut down the stairs. he had a shocked look on his face, big eyes, and a slightly agape mouth.

“jude, i was just about to call you down. come say hi to y/n.” she prompted, waving her arm to signal toward you two.

you chuckled while he quickly jogged over with a cheeky smile, pulling you in for a hug. you took in his scent as he wiggled into the hug. he smelt of a musky cologne, which smelt so mature and masculine, it made you weak in the knees. in terms of appearance, you could still recognize his smile and slightly concealed eyes whenever he appeared. he simply matured a little bit.

"jude, you’re squishing me," you mumbled, giggling under your breath. "sorry, it’s a habit." he implied before pulling away. you let out a big exhale as you scanned over his figure, his biceps slightly catching you off guard, and a short silence took over. "it’s been a while, hasn’t it?" you affirmed as he nodded. "y/n, we should take a walk, yeah?" he asserted, heading to open the door. you didn’t really have a choice, so you scurried toward the cement outside as he followed.

you two strolled together down the sidewalk, taking in the snowy atmosphere, which made you both nostalgic for all of the snow fights and sledding adventures you'd always do together as kids.

eventually, the silence was broken by a low mutter beside you. “so, how’s school overseas?”

"ah, it’s been super fun. i’ve been meeting lots of interesting people. you should visit the area one day, it’s great." you jabber, observing the environment around you. "how’s dortmund?"

“work’s work, you know? but it’s been good. training’s been kicking my ass this winter” he replied. you watched as he looked down at his feet, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket.

“you’re not too cold, are you?” he inquired, shuffling to take off the puffer coat he had on. you shook your head, insisting that your coat was already enough, but of course, he’d already wrapped it around you. you chuckled at the gesture, knowing fully well that you’d take the jacket back with you.

"jude, honestly, i’ve missed you a lot recently," you paused. "it feels like it was just yesterday when we graduated together, and it sucks that we grew apart when we started doing our own thing," you stated, fixing your gaze at him.

“you have? i lowkey thought that you were occupied with school already, i’m not going to lie,” he chuckled, making eye contact with you. “but honestly, yeah, i agree with you.”

"i’m glad you came tonight, though. "i missed my best friend a lot too," he admitted, making you feel a lot better about your impulsiveness.

you two stopped at a bench positioned near the sidewalk, and you signaled for him to sit alongside you. 

-

you sighed before resting your head on his shoulder and swaying into a conversation that lasted all night about a variety of topics that had been on your mind for months, but you didn't have the courage to speak to anyone.

"no, you should’ve seen the look on her face. i never told her that i did it though, cause that would’ve caused so much commotion and i definitely would’ve gotten kicked out of my dorm." you rambled as he cackled at your story. His laughter came to a halt as he scanned over you, seemingly watching the sky as snow pellets fell. you didn’t realize he was staring, but you slightly flinched when he’d pulled a strand of hair behind your ear, prompting you to look over in his direction.

"you know, y/n, you’ve gotten a lot prettier ever since you lost the braces and the chunky glasses you used to wear," he teased you with a smug look on his face, causing you to send a stare back. "what?" he chuckled, "i was just kidding, you've always been pretty; i just didn't tell you because you'd run away as if I'd done something wrong."

your cheeks began to flush a tint of red, looking in the other direction as he kept his gaze on you. he scoffed before pulling your cheek, “y/n, no way you’re ignoring me right now.” you hissed at his sudden movement, turning toward the boy with a smirk on his face as he teased you. “you’re not getting a response from me jude, move along” you taunted. “if anything, you’ll have to earn a response.”

he shook his head before tickling your stomach, immediately making you coil and giggle. "yeah? i have to earn it?" he grinned, continuing to tickle you while you were trapped in his arms. "jude, stop, or i’m gonna beat your ass, literally" you stammered, struggling to produce a response between your giggles. he finally halted his teasing but kept his arms around you.

"it’s getting a little late, but i really missed this, jude," you whispered as your head occupied his shoulder. "yeah, we should probably head back in." he replied, nodding. "do you need a ride back home? we can probably do some carpool karaoke on the way" he suggested, prompting you to turn your head in agreeance.

"i’ll beat you to the car, bellingham," you spat, bolting off to his house. he of course won the race, but that's beside the point.

━ SAINTWYFE'S MASTERLIST ୨୧

updated as of nov 14, reqs closed

⤷ jude bellingham.

VIRRRRGIN: just a gf who wants to make her bf feel good. [nsfw]

PROVE IT: a night out, gone lewd [nsfw]

GOING AWAY: going away to uni wasn't as unforeseen as you thought it'd be. [angst]

THUNDER: he's a ten (but he's scared of thunderstorms) [fluff]

STAY THE NIGHT?: when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet [fluff]

SKINCARE: begging your boyfriend to do face masks together [fluff]

PDA: you and jude in the corner of an event doing little couple things [fluff]

I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS: visiting your childhood best friend for the first time after a while [fluff, angst]

BABY FEVER: you and jude visit your sister who recently had a baby, and he (unsurprisingly) is more excited than you to meet the newborn. [fluff]

WINTER WONDERLAND: your first time coming to winter wonderland w jude. [fluff]

MORNING: waking up with jude on a typical day. [fluff]

all of my fics are lowercase intended

please do not copy, translate, or share my work to other blogs

♡.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ 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.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ 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 THE NIGHT? jude bellingham

summary. when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet

cw. aggressive reader smh fluff

word count. 819

your dry eyes exclusively stared at the bright, white screen in the middle of your dim bedroom. you were bundled up in heaps of blankets alongside your boyfriend, jude, who’d also lent his arm around your neck and snuggled away. there was a spot on his chest left warm from the imprint of your cheek, marinating on it for an hour or so. the fluorescent blue light of the tv screen was slowly burning your eyes, but being preoccupied with the movie in front of you, you could truly care less.

along the movie, you felt your boyfriend fidgeting next to you, shuffling his legs, adjusting the hem of his t-shirt, and tapping his phone every now and again. you didn’t pay much mind to it when it first began, but now it was becoming a little repetitive. he hadn’t been giggling like he typically would, either, which drew worry within you. 

your head drifted from the movie in front of you as you stole a glance at the boy who’d once again quickly clicked the power button on his phone.

"you okay?" you asked out of concern. you trusted he wasn’t being sneaky—if anything, maybe he was uncomfortable.

he swiftly cleared his throat, "yeah, i’m good." your eyes peered upon his stoic appearance while he attempted to seem preoccupied, squinting at the tv screen with his arms crossed in a formal demeanor.

"i actually," he paused, taking a second to (once again) peep at his phone, "think it’s getting pretty late." he shifted himself onto the headboard of your bed. 

"what? we’re already so far into the movie—just stay for however long there is left," you protested, stationing your body upright as you watched his turned back begin to face you.

"listen, princess, i really have to get up early for training tomorrow. you can finish the rest without me, right?" he cooed in a sweet, drowsy tone while lowering himself to cup your cheek.

you frowned, gazing into his eyes. you took the opportunity to grasp the big hand fixed on your cheek, stroking it, as you two shared a few seconds of physical affection.

"do you really have to go?" you batted your eyelashes at him, anticipating that somehow your innocent gape would stir him back into bed.

he sighs. his head scans the ceiling of your room for a second before returning his gaze to you. you can sense that there was contemplation emanating from him, weighing the consequences of either spending the night or going home.

"last time i stayed the night, i was an hour late to practice," he says, pinching your cheek before grabbing the hoodie laying on the corner of your bed and flinging it over his head.

"i got into so much trouble too. i promise i’ll stay longer next time, but i really have to go." he continued, adjusting the collar of his hoodie, which draped so nicely on his broad frame.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. for whatever reason, every time he stayed the night, it just so happened that his alarm didn’t seem to go off. you two would be an hour into cuddling before he darts up and realizes that practice started 45 minutes ago.

you took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with the hood of his sweater. you stood silent for a second, watching him before his departure.

"well, at least hug me before you go," you plead, tilting your head among the boy perched in front of you.

he let out a soft chuckle as he approached you with open arms. the fabric of his sweater etched across your cheek as you pulled him closer in your embrace, hugging him tighter.

wrapping your legs around him, you had the bright idea of keeping him home a little longer.

"you’re not going anywhere," you muffled into his clothed chest, sinking back into the bed with him still bound to your arms.

"y/n—" he cried, startled by the extent to which you went to keep him for the night.

"you’re so heavy," you mumbled under him. he chuckled in the crook of your neck before pulling himself from above you, though he didn’t fully plunk his weight on you. (😔)

"gosh, you really want me to stay the night that bad?" he teased, mounting himself between your legs. instinctively, you swathed your legs around his thighs once more.

"mhm," you nodded, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth. 

"and, if you try to leave again, you’re dead, okay?" you declared before your boyfriend chuckled, bending down to peck your cheek.

"got it, ma’am" he hummed in agreement.

"but, if i'm late again, i swear—" 

"shush, you're not going to be late, promise." you cut him off, knowing fully well it was destined to happen again, but that's for tomorrow to decipher.

an: chronic writer's block does not mix well with my notes list of ideas to write abt...

࿐ ˚ . ✦ THUNDER. jude bellingham

summary. he's a ten (but he's scared of thunderstorms).

cw. none

word count. 644

maybe it was the light, continuous clicks of water droplets falling from the sky, tapping the pavement they landed on, or the dark gray clouds that emerged whenever it rained—but whatever it was, you loved storms.

it was a quiet reminder of the atypical change in weather that didn’t occur much, but whenever it did, you appreciated it a lot. even indulging in a book or a nice, warm bath to sulk up in the dull atmosphere.

on the other hand, your boyfriend, jude, did not. nine times out of ten, he’s shaken up and hides under the nearest blanket, even at the smallest chant of thunderbolts. 

so, you didn’t find it surprising when you peered through the peephole of your front door to see him in the midst of a storm.

he’s tapping his fingers, scanning the ceiling of your apartment complex, and waiting patiently for you to answer. it seemed as if he was holding some sort of bag too.

you let out a slight chuckle before unlocking your door, and there he was. his eyebrows raised a bit—snapping out of his thoughts—and the corners of his lips formed a slight smile when he peered down at you.

a black, now sodden hoodie draped his shoulders, with the hood covering his face. the sweatshorts he wore turned a darker shade of gray after the rain left its mark on him. 

“aww,” you teased, your voice a bit high-pitched and wary to annoy him. “my poor little baby, chased by the storm?”

a flush crept up his cheeks, and he immediately threw his head back in shame, “shut up.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his lack of control over small things like this. especially being older and taller than you, you’d expect him to be at least a little less... hesitant.

“come,” you chirped, scooting away from the door to make space for his entrance. his squeaky shoes tread on your wooden floors, and though it strained your ears a bit, you waited patiently as he lifted from his sneakers.

“i see you packed an overnight bag,” you turned around, navigating toward the fridge that was conveniently adjoined to the foyer.

he began to sync your steps from behind you “yeah," he said, tugging the bag from his shoulders before leaving it aloof on your kitchen counters.

“can i not spend time with my girlfriend now?”

you tilted your head, as discerned by his obvious attempts of misleading you. “or were you just scared of the storm?” you hummed, passing a glass of water from across the counter.

he shook his head, “no really—”

“you don’t have to lie, it’s okay to be a wimp,” you nag, interrupting his sentence.

he clicked his teeth, “i can never win with you, can i?”

you chuckled, now straying toward him. he fixed a stare at you as he took a long drag from the glass in his hands. his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

now, you were in front of him, pulling him in for a hug before he interrupted your steps, “i’m still wet—”

“i don’t care,” you retorted before engulfing him in a hug. your arms were snug around his waist, and your head was resting on his chest. you took the opportunity to pull back the hood of his sweater. he’s a bit cold, and the smell of his perfume is faint, but you can still smell the woodiness it exudes. quickly, you tiptoed up and took a peck at his lips—the ones you missed so much. pulling away, you were met with a smile that etched his face, complimenting the rest of his features. it was difficult not to be jittery when being affectionate with him, but, you treasured moments like these.

“mmph—i’m soaked now,” you frowned.

“i warned you,” he responded, causing you to roll your eyes.

an: trent fics soon?

࿐ ˚ . ✦ 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