could you do Jude or jobe or kylian x reader where they flinch in an argument or something like that
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1. jude bellingham x reader. 2. jobe bellingham x reader. 3. kylian mbappe x reader
in which you flinch after facing an argument with jude / jobe / kylian.
taglist (tw) : slight angst, ends in fluff, happy ending, past trauma (not dived into),
arguments between you and jude were rare. they were usually little disagreements that happened all the time, usually over something ridiculous. like who forgot to lock the front door. whose turn it was to do the washing. whether pineapple belonged on pizza.
but this one did. you’d been busy all day, your phone barely leaving your bag while you rushed between lectures, meetings and the library. by the time you’d noticed the missed calls and messages from jude, your battery had already died.
you knew he’d be worried.
you just hadn’t expected him to be waiting in the kitchen when you got home.
he looked relieved the second you walked through the door. that relief disappeared almost as quickly as he asked. “where’ve you been?”
you slipped your shoes off, the ache from walking so much slightly dulling. “my phone died.”
you looked up at him. his arms were folded, his jaw tight.
“i’ve been trying to call you for three hours.”
you frowned. “what do you want me to say?”
“i don’t know.” he let out a breath. “maybe that next time you’ll borrow someone’s phone or something? you just… disappeared.”
you dropped your bag beside the sofa.“jude, i wasn’t trying to.”
“then why are we arguing?”
“because you scared me.” his voice was louder than usual. you could tell he was just frustrated.
you looked away. “i’m here now.”
“that’s not the point.” he rubbed a hand over his face before letting it fall again. “i had no idea where you were.”
you felt yourself getting defensive out of instinct, “i can’t magically charge my phone.”
“i didn’t say you could.”
“you’re acting like i did something horrible.”
“because for three hours i genuinely thought something had happened to you.”
the words came out sharper than he’d meant them to. his hand landed against the kitchen bench with a dull thud as he spoke.
the noise wasn’t even that loud but your body reacted before your mind did. childhood memories rushed in quickly and your shoulders tensed. you took half a step backwards, your hands instinctively came up just a little.
it was only for a second before you realised and your arms dropped straight back to your sides.
the apartment went completely quiet.
jude stared at you. “…did you just flinch?”
you swallowed. “i…” you couldn’t think of anything to say.
his face changed almost instantly. the frustration that had been there moments ago was gone. he looked… confused at first and then guilty. then something that almost looked like heartbreak. “was that because of me?”
“no.” you looked down at the floor. “i didn’t mean to.”
he stayed where he was and spoke quietly.“can i ask you something?”
“has someone shouted at you like that before?”
your throat tightened. you gave the smallest shrug. “it’s… not about you. i promise.”
he let out a slow breath, looking down for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck. when he looked back up, his eyes were softer. “i know.”
another heavy silence settled between you. after a few moments, jude spoke again. “can i hug you?”
you looked up. “you don’t have to ask.”
“i want to.” he waited, not moving an inch until you nodded.
only then did he let his arms wrap around you carefully, almost like he was checking every movement before he made it. one hand rested against your back while the other gently stroked through your hair.
after a minute of him silently holding you, you felt him sigh. “i’m really sorry.”
you frowned against his chest. “why are you apologising?”
“because i hate that your first instinct was to protect yourself.”
you pulled back enough to look at him. “you didn’t do anything.”
“i know.” he gave a small nod. “but i still hate it.”
his thumb brushed under your eye when he noticed a half dry tear sitting there. “i would never hurt you.”
he smiled sadly. “your head knows.”
his hand found yours, gently intertwining your fingers. “your body just hasn’t caught up yet.”
you looked down at your joined hands. “…yeah.”
he squeezed your hand. “we’re probably going to argue again one day.”
you laughed quietly. “probably.”
“but next time…” he paused, choosing his words carefully. “if i get too loud, tell me.”
“no, let me finish.” his smile was small. “i don’t care about winning an argument. i care about you feeling safe with me.” he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to wonder if you are.”
the quiet between you felt a lot lighter than it had a few minutes ago. you let your head rest on jude’s chest, his familiar heartbeat a comforting sound to your ears before letting out. “i love you”
jude could only smile softly in response. “i love you the most.”
it was supposed to be a quick trip to the supermarket.
instead, the two of you had somehow ended up wandering different aisles after disagreeing over something as stupid as whether you actually needed a shopping list.
“i told you we’d forget something.”
“we haven’t forgotten anything.”
“because i’m remembering it.”
“exactly,” you smiled. “so we didn’t need the list.”
jobe looked at you for a second before shaking his head. “you’re impossible.”
you laughed, nudging his arm before walking ahead with the trolley.
by the time you got home, the conversation had moved on until you unpacked the bags.
jobe slowly looked over. “don’t.”
you bit the inside of your cheek. “don’t what?”
“don’t give me that look.”
“the one that says, ‘you were right.’”
you couldn’t help smiling. “i wasn’t going to.”
he groaned dramatically, dropping the grocery bag onto the counter. “this is exactly why i wanted the list.”
“it’s not about the pasta.”
you folded your arms. “then what is it about?”
“it’s about you never listening when i say we should just make things easier.”
“jobe, you’re making this into a bigger deal than it is.”
“because it keeps happening.”
the smile slowly disappeared from your face. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he sighed. “i’m just saying, sometimes it feels like you don’t actually hear me.”
you looked down at the groceries. “that’s not fair.”
he let out a breath, clearly trying to calm himself down. “you know what? forget it.”
“don’t say ‘forget it’ if you don’t mean it.”
“because every time i try to explain something” he stopped himself, rubbing a hand over his face.
“…every time i try, you laugh it off.”
“i wasn’t laughing at you.”
he let out a frustrated huff, turning away before spinning back around.
the words came out louder than he’d meant.
your shoulders pulled in, your hands twitched at your sides and you took one small step backwards.
it was over almost immediately but jobe saw all of it.
you realised what you’d done a second later.
he looked completely confused. “did you think i was going to do something?” his voice was so much quieter now.
you shook your head quickly. “no.”
“then…” he looked down for a second before looking back at you. “why’d you move away from me?”
you hadn’t even thought about it. your body had just moved.
jobe’s shoulders slowly dropped. “hey.” he spoke so gently it almost made you cry.“look at me.” he looked worried. “have i ever made you feel like you’d have to do that?”
your heart broke a little. “never.”
he nodded slowly. “okay.” another pause. “can i come closer?”
you nodded and he walked over carefully, stopping just in front of you.
he was close enough to reach you, far enough that you still had room to step away if you wanted. he lifted one hand. “is this okay?”
his fingers gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “there you are.”
his thumb brushed lightly across your cheek. “i’m sorry i raised my voice.”
“you don’t have to apologise.”
“i know.” he smiled sadly. “i still want to.”
you looked down. “…i don’t know why i did that.”
“you don’t have to.” he reached for your hand instead of pulling you into a hug.
your fingers slipped into his and he gave them a gentle squeeze. “whatever made you react like that…” he glanced down at your joined hands before looking back at you. “i’m going to spend a very long time proving to you that you never have to around me.”
you laughed quietly through the tears gathering in your eyes. “all this over forgotten pasta.”
he smiled. “well…” he intertwined your fingers properly this time. “…i’m still making you come back to the shop with me.”
you let out a laugh, shaking your head. “alright” .
he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “as you’re with me.”
you and kylian weren’t really arguing anymore, but the silence between you still felt heavy. the conversation had ended a while ago, yet neither of you had moved from your spots on the couch. the tv was playing quietly in the background, but neither of you were actually watching it. you were both just sitting there, trying to calm down after a disagreement that had started over something small.
it wasn’t even a big problem. it was just one of those moments where both of you had been tired and stressed, and suddenly a simple conversation turned into something more. kylian had been upset that you didn’t tell him you were having a bad day, and you had been upset because you felt like he always tried to fix things instead of just listening.
“i just wish you’d tell me when something’s wrong,” he had said earlier.
“i just wish you’d stop acting like everything needs to be fixed,” you had replied.
neither of you meant to hurt each other. you both knew that. but sometimes even the people you love can say things that hit a little harder than they expect.
you sat curled up on your side of the couch, playing with the sleeve of your hoodie while kylian looked through his phone. after a few minutes, he glanced over at you.
“you know i wasn’t angry at you, right?”
“you don’t sound like you know.”
you looked back down at your hands. “i’m just tired.”
he nodded slowly, not pushing you any further.
for a while, the room stayed quiet. then kylian noticed a strand of hair that had fallen across your face. it was something he had done countless times before, something so normal that he didn’t even think about it.
he leaned over slightly and reached out to move it away from your eye. but the second his hand moved towards you, you pulled back without thinking.
it was small. barely noticeable.
his hand stopped halfway, and his expression changed slightly.
you realised what had happened and immediately looked away. “sorry..” you mumbled.
his eyebrows pulled together. “why are you saying sorry?”
you shrugged. “i don’t know.”
he slowly lowered his hand back down. “i was just moving your hair.”
he wasn’t angry. if anything, he looked more confused than anything else. he wasn’t looking at you like you had done something wrong. he was just trying to understand.
“does that happen often?” he asked softly.
“that. moving away before you even realise you’re doing it.”
you didn’t answer straight away as you didn’t know what to say. all because you hadn’t even noticed you did it until he pointed it out.
kylian looked down for a moment before speaking again. “you don’t have to explain it if you don’t want to.”
you looked at him. “you’re not upset?”
he shook his head. “no. i’m just glad you know you can tell me things.”
you smiled slightly. “you’re not exactly easy to argue with.”
he laughed quietly. “that’s not true.”
you laughed, and the tension that had been sitting between you finally started to disappear.
a few seconds later, he held his hand out between you. he didn’t pull you closer or force you to do anything. he just waited.
you placed your hand in his.
“for the record,” he said, looking at you, “your hair was actually bothering me.”
you raised an eyebrow. “wow. after all that that’s what you say?”
he smiled. “i’m just saying. i was trying to help.”
you shook your head, laughing softly and even though the argument hadn’t been perfect, and neither of you had handled everything perfectly, you both knew one thing.
you were still on the same team.
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