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-> family matters | jude bellingham

requested | jude b. x gf!reader

genre: fluff, social media au

summary: you join jude’s family to watch his little brother play and seem to catch media attention about who you could possibly be

the match came down to penalties and jobe had all of you on the edge of your seats. when it was his time to get on the line, jude clasped his hand in yours, bringing it up to his mouth as he whispered prayers and affirmations even though he knew his brother possessed the power to win. you raised you hand and crossed your fingers while you watched jobe begin approach the ball. just as he kicked, you squeezed your eyes shut until the roar of the crowd hit your ears and you opened them to cheer.

was the screaming dramatic? absolutely.

were you so proud of jobe that you and jude both began to jump out of pure excitement like little kids? yes

and did you use your fingers to whistle loudly also, yes.

you leaned on the balcony and yelled your praises down to jobe who sent a heart up to you all, which you met with a bow of your head and hands. jude joined in an his parents belly laughed at your dramatic celebrations.

commentators:

“as we can see, a very happy bellingham family after jobe’s goal.”

“jobe! making a name for hisself, here, in sunderland.”

“there’s nothing quite like brotherly love, i mean just look at the joy in all of their faces as he scored.”

it wasn’t until later that you saw the clip of the cameras catching your celebrations. it showed all of you jumping in slow motion as the ball hit the net, then it cut away from the replay and showed live footage of the four of you giving one another high fives. you and denise were giddy with adrenaline and she gave you a two handed high five above your head before sitting back down.

as the match ended, the four of you took to finding jobe. jude’s hand never left yours as you walked through the crowd of other people in suites who were also going to the pitch. he waved to people who called out to him but his focus was finding his little brother who won man of the match. jude was beaming and so excited to see jobe.

when jobe appeared, jude rushed to meeting him and immediately crushed him in a hug and kissed his temple. you pulled out your phone to record the adorable moment with an adoring smile on your face. family was so important to you and as you dated jude, you had the pleasure of becoming apart of their family. denise and mark loved you like a daughter and jobe was the little brother that you always wanted. jude always said that jobe could do no wrong in your eyes and no matter how much you denied that, it was the truth. there were many moments that jobe would answer your call instead of jude’s or he would call you instead of jude. it made jude a little jealous but it made him happier than anything to see you being accepted in his family.

you kept recording as their parents joined in the hug and held on another tightly. other photographers came to capture the sweet moment. there wasn’t a significance to the game other than all four of you finally being able to support jobe, all together for the first time. you teasingly told jobe if he didn’t score a goal that it was going to break your heart.

“i told you i was gonna score one!” jobe broke away from the hug, reaching out to do your handshake that you created. his smile was wide and your were giggling as you snapped your fingers at the end. jobe went to pull you in for a hug but you protested at him being sweated.

“let me get a picture of you and jude, c’mon.” you shooed him closer to his brother. you were constantly taking photos of the boys. not for your own benefit but to share with denise and she stood to the side, beaming at you and your excitement of being able to capture them together. the two embraced one another and then motioned for you to join them.

“babe, c’mon.” jude stepped to the side to create a gap for you to fill. you handed your phone to denise who was already reaching for it. you stood between and jobe told you to cross your arms over your chest and you all did, sending a very serious expression to the camera. there was never a serious moment between the three of you.

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bellinghamupdates: need yall to do what yall do best and find out WHO this is omg???

fanxfan: she’s gorgeous i can’t

fanuser: her and the boys after the match, im crying

fanxfan replied: even denise!!! our queen who rarely smiles was CHEESING

jobebfan: but wait is she dating jobe or???

fanuser: ^^^ that part

randomfan: she’s a professional tennis player, y/n y/l/

randomfan: she’s an “up and coming” tennis player. she doesn’t get enough credit

judebfan: definitely think it’s jobe look at how she’s looking at him in this photo

judebfan: i get her fr

fanuser: this is the sweetest photo i’ve ever seen

bellinghamupdates replied: 100%

——

y/n.official: don’t mind me, just droppin my annual photo dump 💐🎞️👫🏽

judebellingham: 🤍

jobebellingham: not a single photo of me…

y/n.official replied: you’re too special you need a post of your own

tennisfan: can’t wait to see you against naomi this month

tennisfan2: this was a crossover i was not expecting

tennisfriend: did you buy a house?!

y/n.official replied: 🤭 yes!! 

bellinghamupdates: i love her already

bellinghamupdates: stunning!!!

bestfriend: 🥺 my heart

y/n.official replied: we miss you 😭

maletennisplayer: hey jude

y/n.official replied: you been waiting to use that

maletennisplayer replied: for waaaaay too long

-> never lose me | jude bellingham | gossip & posts

requested | jude b. x alexander-arnold!fem!reader

genre: tabloids & social media posts about tatum

authors note: this is a prelude to a requested fic

summary: the last time jude saw you was at the monaco f1 grand prix nearly a year ago. you left to study abroad but now that you’re back for summer break looking like a whole new woman, jude is infatuated by your presence and your possible relationship with charles leclerc, one of the most famous formula one driver.

-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

“Sometimes you gotta pop out and show 🫢” Tatum Alexander Arnold spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. Sources say she was in the Ferrari garage while her big brother, Trent, was at Alpine - which he has ownership in. Tatum has been keeping it lowkey these days but…it’s 7pm Friday it’s 95 degrees! We need to see her pop off!

“Is your sister dating someone?” Jude asked Trent. Jude was shamelessly trying to find out what you’ve been up to. Last time he saw you, he realized that you were into him and even though he was kind of dating someone, he liked you too.

“I dunno. Haven’t talked to her in a while.” Trent shrugged and took a few seconds to think over that very specific question from his friend. The two of them were sitting outside after a long day of media obligations for the Euros. Jude was quiet up until that question. Trent was thoroughly enjoying his peace but he couldn’t help but notice that Jude’s face was so close to his phone as if he was studying whatever was on the screen.

“I thought she’s in school.” Jude played nonchalant even though he absolutely cared.

“She is but why do you ask?” Trent narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Jude placed his phone on the table and slid it over to his best friend to have a look at what was being reported.

Spotted👀

Tatum Alexander Arnold is in the streets y’all! Little miss lowkey has been spotted by fans leaving dinner with Formula One driver, Charles Leclerc. If you don’t know, he drives for Scuderia Ferrari and recently signed a multi million contract for another two years with the most iconic team in the racing world. Tatum is in college studying Art History and apparently Tatum spent three months in Monaco working and interning at a local museum where Charles lives during the off season. Do we have a new WAG coming this season? Let us know in the comments below.

“She’s not really a dating kind of girl,” Trent shrugged and slid the phone back over to Jude. Jude’s eyes scanned the photos once more and then locked his phone.

“Is she going to be on holiday with us?” Jude asked.

“Yeahhhh…” Trent strung the answer out and waited for Jude to elaborate on his questions but didn’t, so Trent let it go.

Jude didn’t let it go. He stayed up all night, scouring your instagram trying to find out who and what you were doing. Now that you didn’t want him, he wanted you. He remembered that kiss the two of you shared on the last holiday when you two were drunk on a balcony while the rest of the house, including the girl he brought with him, were fast asleep. After that kiss, you went radio silent. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by your certain reappearance on social media. When you left to study abroad it seemed like you left the old you behind because as Jude studied your Instagram, it was clear that you were not the same girl from before. You were a woman.

——

-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by judebellingham and 346,700 others

tatumsdiary: made memories and love in monaco

bestfriend: see how you didn't take those girls men? very mindful very respectful & demure

friend: need you at every grand prix for the rest of the season pls pls pls

charlesleclerc:🌹

lewishamiltongf: this dress this bag i adore it

liverpoolwagl: 🔛🔝

liverpoolwag2: how are you even prettier than the last time i saw you?

footballplayer: 🥵

tatumfan: tatum girl are gou in your social media era??? we’ve been starved

tatums: pushing that charles agenda mhm mhm

tatums: i used to pray for times like this to shine like this

liked by joeburrow and 332,000 others

tatumsdiary: what did raye say about being 22 in paris?

guyfriend: i've always wanted to be a stay at home husband

friend: something about tits i think

tatumsdiary replied: only thing i heard was Prada

guyfriend: wife

footballer: smh folks can't even say hi anymore

tatumsdiary replied: hi papi

trentxfan: you might just be my favorite person i fear

fanuser: this family don't miss, we cannot beat these mfs

——

-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by charlesleclerc and 259,500 others

tatumsdiary: spread the word! tell a friend to tell a friend

guyfriend: stop trying to make matcha happened

friend: most fun weekend in NYC i love you

footballer: 😍

nflguy: best pizza in the city

tatumsdiary replied: it actually was but i can’t give you too much credit

charlesleclerc: ☹️ shame

tatumsdiary replied: i’ll do better maybe possibly idk

——

-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

Looks like Charles had a travel companion while he was in Vegas. Who do with think it is? Could it be the one and only, Little Miss Lowkey, Tatum Alexander Arnold? You know what they say: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - but wdgaf about that. We wanna know what’s these two are up to. Couple of the Year, hand it to them IMMEDIATELY.

-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

like by judebellingham charlesleclerc and 345,000 others

tatumsdiary: ask me my favorite color 🧸

bestfriend: mmmmm purple!

tatumfan: this is the crossover we deserve

charlesfan: is this a lil soft launch???

friend1: 🏎️

f1fan: imagine your brother in law being trent alexander arnold 😏

charlesfan2 replied: would kill to be a fly on the wall on thanksgiving

formulaonegirly: oh she’s so cute & totally dating charles

alexalbon: 👎🏽

tatumsdiary replied: ynwa

alexalbon replied: i’d rather walk alone

trentalexanderarnold: ❤️

tatumsdiary replied: proud of you!

——

As Jude laid in bed doom-scrolling through your social media and the gossip pages, he couldn’t fight the urge to click on your profile photo that indicated you had posted a story. His finger hovered and then he finally clicked on it and immediately wished he didn’t. It hurt to see you happy. He thought that kiss would keep you close, would keep you chasing him but as he held his finger down on the photo of Charles, that clearly wasn’t the case. If he didn’t let his feelings be known on the upcoming trip, regardless of your relationship status, he would regret it.

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSS!!😩

-> never lose me | jude bellingham

jude b. x sister!tatumalexanderarnold!reader

part one | genre: social media au, brief smut 18+

summary: a weekend trip with your brother turns into a petty situation where jude can’t see to let go of an old crush you had on him

“What’s your problem?” You asked and the smile on your face faded with each word. Trent, Jude, and a few others were standing outside the club waiting as you walked down the steps. You had idea the “problem” was you abandoning the section that your brother bought for the night out and instead went to be with Charles Leclerc, your close friend.

“Wha’ your little boyfriend staying behind?” Trent scoffed as you halted on the last step. You crossed your arms in defiance and to cover yourself from salty breeze coming from the ocean.

“Which one?” You countered with a smirk.

“Tatum.” Trent said with no humor at all. For a guy who was drunk and partying an hour ago, he had an absolute foul mood radiating off of him. Trent had the habit of being a brat, which made it difficult for you to also be one, too. He was the brother who had the nuclear secret code to pissing you the hell off.

“Let her stay, she doesn’t have to leave with us.” Iris played Devil’s advocate. She wrapped an arm around Trent’s bicep and drummed her fingers against the muscle. “She’s a big girl.”

You mouthed “Big. Girl.” to emphasize the girl’s statement.

“She’s my baby sister and she’s not staying at a random club in Ibiza.” Trent said. “We’re leaving.”

“This?” You jutted your thumb behind you to the club that was somehow getting livelier as the threat of sunrise came. You gave an exasperated whistle and said, “this is chill compared to Monaco.”

“Let’s go.”

“Let me just…” You began.

“No. Sprinters nearly here.”

“I need the ladies room.” You argued truthfully.

“Hold it.” Trent’s rebuttal earned a snicker from Jude and a small smack from Iris.

“I’ll be back.” You turned on your heel, taking one step up when you heard Iris offer to come with you. Trent shot her proposal down. His reasoning?

“I’m not sendin’ the two of yous in there alone.”

“Not alone if we’ve got each other.” You yelled over your shoulder and took another step. “It’s literally right there, I’m not doing to die.”

“I don’t trust you to come back.”

“You don’t trust anyone Trent.” You exposed his lack of trust without a second thought to how bad it looked for that to be said with his very kind, very cool, girlfriend standing there. You could feel the impending lecture he was going to give you over breakfast.

“You’re not goin’ alone.”

“I’ll go with her bro,” Jude stepped forward and all eyes landed on him. He looked calm and collected despite the fact he had partied for hours on end before stepping out into the night. “It won’t take long.” His eyes flickered towards you and instead of meeting him with a grateful smile, yours fell flat with irritation.

“Hurry up.” Trent said and you skipped your way up the steps, flashed your wristband to security and slid your way into the club.

It was pure ecstasy to step back inside and be met with flush bodies. The fog machine shot out thick, cool smoke from the impossibly tall building and the cheers of the crowd was a welcome relief from the stupid conversation between you and your brother. Mindlessly you reach behind yourself and wiggled your fingers for Jude to grab. Instead of cupping his hand around yours, he felt it better suited to interlock his fingers with yours. You rolled your eyes over the boyish movement but continued pushing through the crowd to the restrooms.

“There’s a line!” Jude bellowed behind you. “This will take forever.”

You ignored him as you sauntered further and further into the building towards a dimly lit hallway. There was a velvet rip blocking the entrance to a private bathroom but without a second glance, you lifted your leg and stepped over the rope. Jude followed suit, glancing behind himself to see if anyone was watching. Despite the blocked off restroom, there was no one actually keeping security outside of it.

You jiggled the door and it didn’t budge. You groaned and stomped your foot, thinking of ways to let your friend know that his club needed to stop locking the only luxury bathrooms. You pulled a bobby pin out of sweated out hair and placed the opening between your teeth.

“We should go to the other one.” Jude said with darting eyes.

“Relax.” You ordered as you bent the bobby pin into a flat piece and jammed it into the doors key lock. It clicked and you sighed, pushing your way in. Jude took a step back to let you have your privacy but you pulled him in and slammed the door shut.

“We cannot leave the bathroom together.” Jude stammered dumbly.

“We won’t.” You pulled on the handle of the marbled sink, allowing the water to block out the noise of you using the restroom. One glance at yourself in the mirror left you impressed by the fact your makeup held up perfectly.

“Turn away.” You ordered with a spin of your finger.

Jude did so with a huff and a cross of his arms, inspecting the gold leafed walls. This placed reeked of new money.

“Why do ya know about this bathroom?” He asked with a hint of judgement.

“I have a few friends who like to go skiing.” You answered and flushed the toilet.

You were pulling your micro skirt over your thong when Jude turned around. You didn’t hesitate for a second although he flushed at sight of your fire red thong contrasting the black skirt. Thankfully, he didn’t see your tipsy stumble or the fact you needed the wall to walk up to the sink.

“Skiing? In Ibiza.” He scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Jude, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” You shook your head in disbelief. It became so clear in that moment just how tiny the bathroom was. You could smell his cologne and the minty gum he was chewing on.

“Whadda mean skiing?” He asked again as you began washing your hands. He stepped behind you and looked at you down at you through the mirror.

“Coke.”

“Oh, oh.” Jude said dumbfounded. He pulled his phone out his pocket after a set of bells and vibrations began to alert him. He declined the call after staring at it for a few moments and then it was your turn to ask.

“Not going to answer your girlfriend?” You asked sarcastically.

The last time you saw Jude was a the Formula 1 Monaco Grand Prix a year ago, but back then he was dating a girl - or two, you weren’t absolutely certain. The rumor mill was small.

What you were certain of was him not giving any thought to you. Jude brushed you off. That wasn’t the first time it happened but you swore it to be the last. You only ran into the same circle when it came to your brother and those few minutes being around him irritated you. It was comical after his disinterred that he was always the first to view your stories and like your posts. You’d even been sent a screenshot from a friend exposing him for liking a post about you and Charles from a floozy gossip account.

It boosted your ego knowing he was finally seeing what he lost. The girl you were last year would have never expected to be glad to turn down Jude Bellingham.

“Nah, not sure which one it is.” He stole your rebuttal with a smirk. You found yourself rolling your eyes once again at the boy.

Through your drunken gaze, you were reminded of why you were attracted to him in the first place.

Jude’s skin was quite literally golden - the kind of color that reminded you of caramel candy and you truly, secretly and desperately, wanted to know if he tasted like it, too. You weren’t the biggest fan of facial hair but on him, it worked. His symmetrical face framed by the baby beard and the long lashes that stared down at you were a killer combination. The first time he actually looked in your eyes and smiled, you could barely speak. It was the most embarrassing thing to have happened in your life. It was totally normal for you to find yourself staring at your brother’s friends but it wasn’t normal to find yourself instantly stuttering if he stared at you too long.

“Hilarious.” You said lamely and a hiccup followed.

God, I’m fucking drunk.

You took a step backwards towards the door but your heel bobbled and he instinctively grabbed your wrist.

“Christ how drunk are you?” He scolded. There was no use to answer the question. Jude tilted his head to look at you, assessing your features. “Are you…are you okay?” His sounded genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine.” You shoved his hand away, which did you no favors. Jude was rooted in his spots and his strength sent you stumbling back against the door.

“Tatum.” His eyes widened at the sound of your head thumping against the heavy door.

“ ‘m good. Swear.” You breathed out. You could feel the common sense fading away. “Just…just get me to the sprinter.”

“You sure….there’s probably paps outside by now.”

“I’m sure. It’ll be fine lead the way.” You ushered him into the hallway and made a prayer with each platform heeled step you took.

——

-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

-> Oh snap! 📸 Miss Tatum Alexander Arnold is out and living her best life in ibiza. Sources say she wasn’t alone, she spent her time in a reserved section surrounded by nepo babies, models, and even a few athletes. Though she came in alone, she left with her brother, his girlfriend, and a few friends *cough cough* Jude Bellingham. Now we’re not one to gossip but waking out hand-in-hand with your brother’s teammate is scandalous to say the least. What do we think besties?

——

You were content sitting on the marble counter of the rental house with the moonlight lighting the kitchen. With your gooey brownie in one hand, phone in the other and the promise of a long hot shower on your mind, you were at the peak of your night. You couldn’t stifle the laugh at the blog post that “reported” on you being out at the club. You had to give it to them, they worked fast and majority of the time they were accurate.

Your peace was interrupted by the kitchen bright white lights flashing on. You shut your eyes and cursed at whoever turned the lights on.

“Sorry.” Jude mumbled. You opened your eyes to see him walking in shirtless, clad in boxers and rubbing his eye like a little kid coming to tell his mom he was sick. “Drama Queen.” He muttered as he pulled open the fridge.

“That’s mint coming from you.” You chuckled and turned towards him, legs still swinging.

“From me?” Jude grabbed a water and leaned on the counter across from you, his fingers moving up and down on the bottle. You found yourself staring at his fingers - taking in the rhythm, the size of them. You bit you brownie to distract yourself and scattered crumbs on the counter in the process.

“Yeah, you.” You chewed. “They should give you an Oscar for the flopping you do.” You mimicked his habitual movement of throwing his hands in the air, acting as if he’s been hit so hard and leaned backwards to complete his way of performing for a foul.

Jude’s laugh was hearty and genuine, making a small one spread across your own face. His laugh was charming. Dangerous, even.

“So you watch me? That’s what you’re sayin’?” He asked with a bemused expression.

“Nah, not willingly.”

“Ouch, T.” He said with a pained expression and you snapped at him as he responded as if a referee was secretly watching.

“You just proved my point.” You hopped off the counter and you skirt took it’s sweet time settling down. For the second time that night, Jude got a view of your stringy thong with a bit of a shower of your tanned ass. You’d never been so happy with your results of your training.

Jude cleared his throat and when you turned to look at him, he began drinking his water and adverting his eyes from looking at your ass. You rolled your eyes at the lame way of hiding his stare.

“See ya in the mornin’.” You said without turning back around.

“See ya.” He coughed and you knew that it was your microskirt that him choking on his water.

——

-> the instagram post

tatumsdiary: from passenger princess to back seat baby 👼🏽

landonorris: 🪩 💃🏽

frienduser1: the bag 🤌🏽

tatumsdiary replied: prada til i die

malefriend: 🔥🔥🔥

randomfan: big T one not the lil one

situationship: 😍

femaletennisplayer: tatum wyd babe

tatumsdiary replied: my best

femaletennisplayer replied: i love you lmao

tatemcrae: giiiiiirl

bestfriend: damn you fine

nbaplayer: that’s how we moving now?

tatumsdiary replied: i think y’all call it traveling in your league or something

nbaplayer replied: don’t piss me off 🤣

loriharvey: gorgeous