#gotlazy

when y/n passed the ball to f/n, f/n seemed a little distracted, causing her to miss the pass. y/n was about to laugh at her before she felt a pressure bounce off her head. (f/n) stifled a giggle. all they could hear from behind them was a little boy laughing, “that was a horror hit mate”

from that day on, jude and her have been practically attached from the hip. they would always compete in anything, who can eat faster, who’s faster, stupid things.

- present day (2023)

jude watched as his best friend exited the dressing room, dress tugging at her body. he’d always thought she was beautiful, ethereal even, but this? this was different. they hadn’t been as close as they used to, due to jude’s time at dortmund. no matter how much time spent away from each other, they felt like they haven’t missed a minute since they departed, and jude was hoping he wouldn’t have to miss anymore.

y/n looked in the mirror, her face twisting in emotion trying to understand if she was content with the dress. “jude? do you think this one is good?” the sound of her voice interrupting his thoughts. jude tilted his head, taking a deep analysis of the dress. y/n watched as he stood up off of the cheap chair and made his way over to her. he brought his hands up to the straps, and made it so that they were straight. jude took her hand in his and made it so that she twirled, the skirt flowing. “it looks good.” she cracked a smile, trying not to laugh, “you really could’ve just gave me a yes or no, jude”

it was his turn for him to get something for tonight. she had just had her debut for her dream club and her performance was amazing. the players and staff at her club wanted to congratulate her by taking her to dinner. he went with a simple black tux with (f/c) accents.

new message !

Today 16:48

(f/n): bitch what time r u showing up

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y/n : im omw !! jude took forever

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