#jobe

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boyfriend text! ⌖

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first time! ⌖

Im 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌, but I love you! 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

uh i miss you 𓆩❤︎𓆪

the type of bf ⌖, 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

wearing his teammates' jersey 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

current boyfriend trend, 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

insta story post 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

confession 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Links ⌖

idk what else to add imma add more tho because I'm dreaming abt this man 😛😛

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feel better ;;

fem!reader x jobe bellingham

where you comfort jobe after a bad game.

a/n: i apologise if this is kinda bad or inaccurate !!! 😭😭😭 i just don’t really know how to write about players i don’t usually write about 😢

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the door slammed shut. you knew why. dortmund had just lost to midtable gladbach, and jobe couldn’t help but feel like he underperformed.

he already somewhat regretted leaving sunderland — they’re qualifying for europe after having just been in the championship the season before. now, dortmund are losing games they should be winning.

you turned your head to face his direction. your gaze softened upon seeing his disheartened expression. he looked like he wanted to cry, fuck’s sake.

“c’mere,” you beckoned before patting the spot beside you on the sofa.

jobe listened and made his way over, though he stayed silent. he let out a sigh immediately upon landing on the couch, practically melting into the pillows.

“it’s not your fault,” you reassured, rubbing his shoulder. “you played well. the team just got unlucky today.”

he sighed again, blinking back his tears. “i know… i know. it’s just… i can’t live up to my brother, you know.”

your heart ached for him. that constant pressure and comparison really must sting.

you pulled him down to your chest level gently, stroking the back of his neck and just letting the tears flow.

“of course you are, jobe. please don’t compare yourself to your brother,” you mumbled, squeezing his right bicep and leaning down to place a kiss in his hair. “you’re only 20, you’ve got your whole career ahead of you.”

the two of you just laid there for a while. jobe nuzzled into your chest, your nails lightly grazing the back of his neck and his scalp… it was comforting.

soon enough, jobe was done crying. he lifted his head off your tear-stained tee and looked down at you lovingly (in spite of his red eyes).

“you always seem to make me feel better,” he whispered affectionately, a soft smile plastered on his face. he took your hand in his and squeezed it. “i’m glad to have you.”

you smiled back, grateful and relieved that he was feeling better.

“i’ll always be here for you.”

angst x jobe bellingham.

You’ve never seen Jobe act this way before. We had just finished our dinner at Hakkasan which started off lovely; you'd both missed each other to bits. It started when Jobe expressed his confusion about the amount our waiter spoke to me, the way in which he spoke and looked at me and definetly didnt like the fact I was slighly enthusiatic in return when the mans questions regarding my profession. And no matter how many times i'd tell Jobe, that 'it's common decency' it fell upon deaf ears every time.

In situations such as these which occured often, he'd be a baby about it and whine about how all the men we come across were always infactuated with me and how it wasn't fair because I am his and his only. Or he'd tell me to be more blunt and harsh in my rejections. At least he was communicating with me..

But this time, it was an intense silence on the way back home, a silence that left your mind unsettled.

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You both made your way back to his black Audi. Your gaze frequently shifting from the side profile and then to the floor as you internally prepared yourself to rectify this issue before it got out of hand.

Your gaze landed on Jobe again only to see his sharp jawline prominent due to the extent of which he was tensing it. Tensed hard enough to break glass. You also noticed his walking pace quickening by the second, another telling sign of the volcanic eruption brewing within him.

“J, you’re going too fast can you hold my hand please?” you whined. You knew he wasn’t in the mood for that and definitely had other things on his mind but he did it anyway reaching his long arm back and in doing so not sparing me a glance. Your rolled your eyes, hard.

You latched onto his hand making your way back to the car at a decent speed this time. Thank God.

Everytime you both were at a social event, there would always be an odd circunstance that occurs leaving one of you jealous, disheartened or upset. Jobe was the usual culprit; you had told your man for what felt like the uptenneth times that you were an attractive girl, men were bound to stop and stare and wink and do whatever they desired and the same applied to him. But you also told him, there would never be any reciprocation from your side; which you expected him to trust. Simply saying thank you to compliments would suffice. Just common decency that you'd been taught growing up- it wasn't going to change. It baffled you as you'd never given him any slack throughout your 3 year relationship about any of the thousands of fangirls that were overbearring and desperate around him. You trusted him, and you were secure.

This time, you think it hit harder for him because it was supposed to be an especially romantic date; as you both had been apart for 5 months in different countries for work purposes - so you did sympathize slightly.

You halt in your tracks, consequently making Jobe's walking stop. He looks back at you, unimpressed. You smile at him sweetly, leaning up to kiss his mouth. 'Please don't be mad at me. Baby, I've missed you so much and I want us spend quality time tonight. I really enjoyed dinner and I want to enjoy.. you later.' you whine as you pepper wet kisses over his jawline and neck. Hoping he'd leave this atttitude in the resturant and not bring it home with us.

You see his adam's apple move up and down, he beckons with his head 'Get in the car, Tee', pushing at your waist.

You both get to the car, and to your surprise he doesn’t open the door for you, like he usually does. He goes straight to the drivers seat and sits.

You scoff entering from your side of the car, slamming it shut once you were in.

“Listen Jobe. Bellingham. Don’t let your jealousy get you fucked up. I don’t give a toss if you're pissed , especially because of how stupid it is. You’re still my man. So act right.” You scold mushing his head with your index and middle finger.

He moves his head away from your hands.

“Stop - don’t touch meh or ya walking home, crazy girl”

“Get the lad in 'er to rush over and open the door for ya, and 'em lads you like to entertain. Desperate” He said gesturing towards the waiter who was now serving some guests who were seated outside.

You look at him dumbfounded. Mouth wide open.

'I could.. Jobe.. i could spit on your right now, how dare you..?'.

'Try it' he dares, an inferno arising in his chest.

“Y-You're really upset because I was being a decent human being. You’re a child you know that right? and you're fucking childish and immature and direspectful as fuck” you spat.

“That’s great actually - fucking brilliant - because I’d rather be a child than be a fucking flirt that hasn’t a self aware bone in their body” he humours, driving out of the parking lot.

It felt like your heart dropped.

“A flirt? When did I flirt?” I questioned hysterically. I understand Jobe was jealous , and had those tendencies, but to say I was entertaining another man was absurd and not in my character.

You start to shake your feet, attempting to distract yourself from this recongizable feeling. The heat you felt rising from your chest racing toward your throat, your cheeks burning and your eyes stinging. No, you thought, I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

'Stop the car', you cry. Struggling to get your phone our of your back, that was placed by your feet and underneath the dashboard.

Your voice betraying you.

'N-now, Jobe, I can't anymore' you shake your head continously.

'Ya can't do what?", his face softeneing for this first time as he briefly turns to look at you. He pulls into a side road and removes his seatbelt turning to face you. Rubbing his hands over his face as if I was the one stressing him out.

You chuckle bitterly 'that's the only thing you've listened to, this whole ride', your vision and your thoughts become blurry so you carefully remove the accumulated tears from your eyes as you try and call an uber, not wanting to pull any of your clusters out.

Jobe cradles your face when his left hand, you react as if his hand was a bowl of scorthching hot oil.

'If ya must ya can call the uber later, just look at me'.

You knew he hated to see you cry, that was his kryptonite, no matter how bad the arguement is.

His right had catches your other cheek until he has encaptured the entirety of your face within his palms. He stares, looking deep into your eyes, for what felt like minutes. maybe searching for words to say, accountability maybe.. you anticipated an apology ..

“Ya do this all the time me love.."

'what jobe, what i do?' you croak

'ya cry when I tell ya the truth, baby, ya know I don’t lie', he pecks the corner of your lips.

You break away and look at him through your now damp lash clusters and teary eyes.

my man my man my mf man

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