#jude fluff

You left the room, leaving him to do it alone. You walk with a laundry basket to the laundry room. Wanting to be surprised with the video once it's done.

Jude does what you told him, play the video, and start to say what you are applying with a lot of detail.

"Hello' mates, I'm Y/n, your favorite one. Today, I'm doing a tutorial so you can look as amazing as I do."

He chuckles as he stops the video. You recorded in parts so he could pause and do the voice over slowly.

"I'm applying this green gel, I think that's for hair." He says, confused. "Oh, on my face, okay." He doesn't understand why you would apply that to your face. "Now I'm grabbing this and putting drops of it on my face. As you can see, it's the same color as my skin." He explains.

He takes a pause to drink some water.

"With a sponge, I know that cause my amazing boyfriend who I adore gave it to me!" He says proudly. "I spread it all over my face, then you grab another product with the same color and put it under your eye, in your chin, in your forehead."

He tries to understand what you are doing but he doesn't really know much about makeup and he doesn't really know much about the names.

"Okay, so now you need to use powder, place it all over the stuff you just spread." He confusingly says. "Now I know this one, you need to blush your face just like when my perfect boyfriend gives me a compliment. Love you, darling." He chuckles.

He feels happy that he knows what you are doing, he might be dumb but he wasn't dumb to blush.

"Now apply brown powder cause why not." He explains. "Also, now with a brush, you grab this other brown powder and apply it to the eye, close it before, we don't want to become blind."

He praised himself for the knowledge.

"Now that your eyes are powdered with brown, you grab an even darker brown and do it to only a part of your eye." He says, obviously thinking he is correct. "Now you take this shiny powder and apply it to the other part of your eye, yes."

He pauses again, taking a other sip of his drink.

"Okay, mates, and you grab this mascara. Yes, that's the name. Write it down. You apply it to the lashes twice, apparently."

You are downstairs finishing with loading the washing machine, not thinking that it was going to be as funny as it was being.

"Now we apply lipstick, but if I'm being honest let's skip it, fuck!" He says, very confident. "Oh, shit. Not this glossy thing. Okay, apply a glossy thing to your lips but don't kiss your man because that will end up on his lips."

He hates gloss, everybody knows that now.

"And then you spray your face, why? I don't know." He chuckles. "Thank you guys, now go buy a real madrid jersey with the number 5, bye."

Kylian

"Bonjour à tous, je suis Y/n."

"Kyks, in English, please!" You say from the kitchen. He was recording the voice-over on the couch.

"Anyways, today I'm doing my skin care and makeup. Let's start." He says in a very sweet tone. "First wash your face if you don't disgusting."

You can't help but laugh at him.

"Shhh, I'm working here." He says, trying not to laugh. "You now need to pass this cotton thing with this mmm, water?" He questions.

You shake your head, he tries to praise that he knows everything but clearly don't.

"Pass it around and let it dry." He nods at himself. "Then you need to apply this silicony gel, make sure it's spead correctly because if not you will root and die."

"Kylian!" You warn him. "You can't say that to people."

"I know what I'm doing, mademoiselle." He tells you. "Now that you did, apply foundation on this plate and add some of your skin care. Why? Don't know, but do it just like I do."

He pauses the video to talk to you.

"What is the plate?" He asks.

"It's a mixing pallette." You explain. "You use it to mix products."

He nods, understanding. "Now you pick it up with a brush, applying it to your face. Blend it up calmly because if not, you might break an arm." He chuckles. "Then you move to your small foundation, I think that's not what is called but Google it. It's Dior as you can see."

He makes sure to say it because when you did a video asking him to guess the price he was impressed that Dior had makeup.

"Once that's done, you grab this brown cream. Grab the brush and take some product, apply to the forehead and the cheeks." He explains. "And grab this blush, one dot on each cheek, blend it."

You smile at how he looks like he is enjoying doing it.

"Grab the powder and powder yourself, make sure to be very powder, or you'll be all wet with the other products, and you will be the clown of the party."

You cover your mouth, can't believe how extra he was being.

"Then you'll grab another brown product, applying it again, same with the blush, do it again. Don't worry if it seems wasteful. Make your boyfriend get you another one."

He chuckles, knowing that he was being a hit.

"Now you need to move to the eyes. You are going to grab a pallette and apply a color to the eyes. You then gran your marker and draw a line, make it sharp, it needs to be able to cut the enemies."

You shake your head no, laughing at him being so extra.

"Once you do that, you need to apply more lashes, bigger ones." He explains. "They glue to the eyelid, and once it's done, grab a mascara, apply it."

You move from the kitchen to where he is. "Almost done? The food is ready."

He nods. "You are going to grab a color pencil. Paint your lips with it because you'll need it for the lipstick. When you are done, you need to apply a spray."

He tries to remember the name of that spray but he can't.

"And done, now I leave to go to a Real Madrid game to see my boyfriend, love you Kylian, the best, vote for him on La Liga player of the month, bye."

Arda

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asks, very shyly.

"Yes, love." You smile, caressing his face. "It's just a voice-over of my makeup tutorial."

"But I'll mess up things."

"No, you won't." You smile. "Just name things as you think they are, okay?"

"Okay."

He walks over to your studio, you let him alone to do it because he asked you to.

"Okay, shit." He takes a deep breath. "Hello everyone, my girlfriend is doing a makeup tutorial. First, she's applying this skin color cream with an eggy looking sponge."

He's confuse at the sponge but won't pay mind to it.

"Then you need to grab another skin color cream. This one is, I think, a little bit more bright, or maybe it's the light." He says, very confused. "You need to hit your face with the sponge and move the cream around. Then you are going to grab a big brush, she's using one I gave her for her birthday, don't ask me, my mom helped me." He chuckles

He didn't lie. He got you a lot of makeup things for your birthday. Thanks to his mom, he got everything right because he was lost.

"Now, with another brush, she's grabbing this thing to make her face have shape or something like that. You need to apply it to the jawline, the cheek, your nose, everywhere basically."

He's confuse about why is it everywhere, but he won't question you.

"Okay, now a different brush. This has been in her collection for a long time, I know cause I once almost broke it, and she told me that." He chuckles. "You grab this pinky powder, apply it to the cheeks and I don't know why she's also applying it on the top of her nose and on her eyelids."

He's confused at why you are doing that but won't complain. He isn't a woman, he can't argue with you about it.

"Okay, now she's using this eye makeup. She likes orange, and she will use it on her eyes. This makeup was when we played with the orange jersey. Love that jersey. Also, the white one is cool, but this one has its own thing."

He's rambling, but you don't mind about it. It was supposed to be something fun for you and him. So you told him to be himself and to ramble if he wants.

"After the eyes, she usually grabs this lash comb, makes her eyelashes grow, they look amazing." He admires the image of you. "She doesn't like gloss or lipstick, so she's using this belly thing on her lips, tapping it with her fingers to make it seem natural."

He was almost done. He knows it because when you do this, you then apply a spray and say you are done.

"To finish you grab this spray, it makes your makeup last. Why? I'm not sure, but I just trust the process, apparently." He says, trying not to chuckle. "Now we are done, and as you can see, she looks amazing. Thank you for watching."

Brahim

"Bueno gente, let's start this." Brahim says. "You'll need to be pretty cause if you are not as pretty as me, sad." He says.

You shake your head no, trying not to let the big laugh you are holding out.

"You need to use some foundation, I use this one from Rihanna." He mentions, not sura about brands but dealing with it. "You grab the sponge, hit your face with it, hard please so you can stamp that makeup on."

You lost it, letting the laugh out.

"Shhh, amor venga!" He says. "Okay, move on, you grab your concealer. In this case, I couldn't sleep because I like to watch my boyfriend who is very handsome, guapo el chico!"

You laugh again.

"You then grab this powder, also grab this triangle, press the powder, and then place it under the eyes, the forehead, the cheeks." He explains, feeling like a pro. "You then grab that cocoa powder lookalike. Then please grab a brush and a blush, I love the kiko one, muy bueno, mucho pimiento!"

"Pigmento!" You laugh

"Exactly," He says. "Now I don't like to add much eye shadow, I place this light brown, como café corto de leche, then I add highlight."

"Coffee with light milk?" You ask.

"Shhh, guapa." He says, waving his hand. "To finish, I apply my favorite mascara. It's named better than sex, even tho it is not because my boyfriend joder!"

You almost pee yourself from how hard you are laughing at his silliness.

"Now, apply a lip oil and go around your day." He says sassy. "Also, don't forget to go and see my boyfriend, The Brahim Diaz, highlights on La Liga Instagram. Adiós, kiss kiss." He finishes with a kiss sound.

“Look okay?” he asks, head tilted 

You rub his arm, “you look great.” 

And he smiles wide, giving you pecks all over while you giggle, trying to shoo him away from you and closer to the door. your ride is waiting, but he doesn’t care. pouting for just one more kiss. please ? 

All his socials turn into your personal fan page, a big fat married in every bio, ring and all 

He has more posts about you then his actual job 

His teammates poke fun at it, “when are you gonna post us huh?”

He just rolls his eyes,”when I marry you i’ll think about it”

And that’s that

You're the first he runs to post a match, greeting you with the silly hand shake you perfected years ago. You think you could do it in your sleep at this rate. You came up with it ages ago when you kissed him after practice, playing with his fingers till he came up with the idea, and you with the actual hand shake. 

You're his biggest supporter, and him likewise. In every and anything you do, give him pompoms and he'd be your personal cheerleader at this point.

He just likes to have you at games. Waving obnoxiously while you tell him to pose. And he does, every time, sending hearts your way. He dedicates his goals your way. The kisses he would send the crowd in his youth now only go your way where you catch them like a teenager.

You see complications of it everywhere, he thinks it's endearing. He makes you watch them together on the living room tv while you grimace

“My face looks so weird there, oh my god.”

He flicks your arm, “you look great shush. Ha that was during el clasico, ah good times.” 

You roll your eyes but snuggle up against him anyway.

One of your favorite past times btw, nothing he loves better than a lazy morning in with you in his arms while he hits snooze on every alarm.

He tries to cook, with his stupid kiss the chef apron he got just for you. but he will need help, which you gladly give. You end up eating on the couch, covered in pillows watching cheesy shows. You've watched keeping up with the kardashians too many times to count and he still laughs out loud every time.

Jude is soft and sweet when he's not forced into a picture perfect smile and self 24/7. He's a silly guy, always trying to make you laugh. Teasing is his love language by the way.

But he's still sweet, leaving notes around your house for you to find when he has to leave for away games. Hearts and smiley faces littering every inch of the paper. Some frowny faces when he knows he'll miss you extra. 

He likes bringing you to family events and bragging about how cool you are, but everyone already loves you as is, he just likes to brag. Look at how cool the love of my life is everyone, I am sooo lucky you guys look look. 

Jobe has rolled his eyes far too many times, but he's happy to see his brother so happy. Plus you guys threw a fantastic wedding. A win is a win.

When you can't be there he facetimes you every second he possibly can. Blowing kisses when he has to go. 

“Judes been complaining all day I hope you know,” Aurélien pops his head into the screen. 

You snort, “ hello to you too Aurélien.”

He gives you a wave before ruffling the top of Judes hair as he pouts, fixing it just how he likes again, “they just don't get it,” he sighs dramatically.

You laugh, “sure baby, sure.”

You make sure to keep up with the match the best you can, texting him live reactions, even if you know he won't see them till later. He likes them all the same.

Your name on his phone is a simple "mine" with a bunch of heart emojis, the contact pic is one of the two of you together on vacation, smiling with your faces squished together while laying in the sand

It makes him smile every time. he thinks you’re the cutest

He's a big fan of nicknames, weather its a version of your first name, or just a good ole fashion baby. He rarely uses your actual name. He called you something so insane like pooki bear in public once and you have yet to let him live it down.

"in a restaurant was crazy," you squint at him.

He only giggles, "but it was soo funny baby come on."

Speaking of restaurants, this guy loves a good date night 

Gigdy as he comes down the hall in his pjs, grinning while showing you the new reservations, it’s your fav place ! 

Every anniversary he somehow finds a way to outdo himself, don't ask, because in truth he doesn't even know how he pulls it off, but anything for you. Anything. 

Even if it means hunting down the stuffed animal you had as a kid and couldn't find after you lost it in your couch cushions. He finds it, after months and months of searching, making Jobe help him look, it comes in the mail and he has to get creative to get you out of the house and away from the mail the day it's supposed to come.

It gets neatly wrapped and placed on your shared bed the morning of, surrounded by a collection of other gifts, your favorite flowers, and a cheesy note that you always end up crying at. 

The look on your face makes it all worth it, when you tackle him in a bone crushing hug, tumbling into the covers in a tangle of legs while you laugh in between sniffles, he loves you. Oh how he loves you 

It's been a tradition to end the night with the very place he proposed, his home, now yours. 

He doesnt think he could forget it even if he tried. It was a whirlwind of a day. Picture this: 

He's lost all his black socks, his (and your) favorite body wash just spilled all over the shower, his hair looks awful ( he got a haircut that morning), his cologne isn't where he left it, and the private chef he hired isnt replying. All while you're not even awake yet. 

He calls his mom because what else are you supposed to do when you're set to propose and everything is going wrong. 

She only chuckles softly over the phone, “calm down jude, just breathe. You'll find your things, just take a breather and come back to things with a clear head okay?”

So he does. Sitting on his bed, towel still on, frowning. He chooses to instead pat himself dry, get dressed, and give himself a pep talk in the floor length mirror at the corner of his room. 

Turns out his mom was right, things fix themself for the most part, his socks are stuck at the bottom of the dryer, his hair isn't as bad as he thought, he finds a better cologne in his collection, and a perfect body cream. It's gonna be a good day. 

He finishes the last of the day of prep, getting fancy candles, a lighter, and greeting the decorator. Yes he hired a decorator. 

It's nothing over the top, just little changes to make his home look a little softer, changing out the curtains, placing lace table cloth with details in your favorite color. The main event is his second living room that gets covered in an arch of your favorite flowers, gentle curling to just kiss the top of the new antique chandelier that will be holding the fancy candles too. He hopes you like it. He really really hopes you like it.

He's had this planned for ages, since the moment he first met you he thinks. 

When you greet him with a silly good morning text he only grows oh so fond of you, excited to see you. He told you it was a fancy dinner at his place. A change of pace from the resurates. Both of you prefer a much more intimate night in then cameras shoved into your face while a hundred people all yell a hundred things while you're trying to chew your food. 

So you get ready, dress up and make it for dinner. When you see the familiar face of the chef, Karlos, you give him a wave and get seated. Noticing the new table cloth but you don't say anything. You don't want to be wrong so early into the night. 

Jude comes in, nervous as a school boy as he takes your hand for a quick peek, running around like a maniac back and forth. He looks nice, in a signature all black suit, and smelling amazing per usual. 

Dinner is amazing, full of your favorite courses and Jude is jittery in his seat. 

“You okay?”

He nods, a little too fast, “oh yeah. I am. Don't worry.”

You raise a brow but dont push, thanking Karlos for the amazing meal as he cleans up and heads out for the night. 

Jude gets up, telling you to stay put while he'll be righttt back. Don't worry, remember! 

He comes back, unable to meet your eyes while he gives you his hand. You take it, sliding out of your seat and following him down the hall. There's flower petals on the floor now, you look at him, but he looks anywhere but at you, chewing his cheek.

He leads you to the second living room, where the furniture has been cleared out. Replaced by a walkway of flowers and candles, leading up to where an arch of your favorite flowers hugs the curtain, new ones.

Gently pulled back to reveal the floor to ceiling windows that give way to his yard. And the most gorgeous sunset you have ever seen. A chandelier hangs above you, decorated with more flowers, and the most ornate candles and bulbs you have ever seen.

Your eyes begin to water before he even gets down on one knee, his lip wobbles, holding your hand the whole time as he confesses every little moment and reason for his love.

He loves you, he adores you. You're- youre everything. Truly and fully. You're the sunlight that kisses his skin, the stars he wishes to touch, to know, he yearns for you. Years to know you in your entirety, till he knows nothing else but you. For your name to only fully know his lips, for only he will fully know you. He sees no other, he knows no other. He wants- no needs, to give himself as he is. 

You see him, see him as more than just Jude Belingham. You see what others can not, will not. You see him, you know him. You know him better than he knows himself most days. You've seen all there is to see, all that makes him who he is. You know his stupid sandwich order at the place you hate but keep going to because you know how much he loves it.

You sit in freezing weather for the full game just to make sure you don't miss a second of him. The first to congratulate him, the first to mourn with him, the first to sooth his aches and pains. You're the face he looks for in a crowd, you're the first person he calls when anything happens. 

 And you love him with such ferocity it amazes him. 

You're full crying at this point, fat tears rolling down your cheeks till you can barely see him, and he finally gets down on one knee, fishing out a small velvet box from his inner pocket, opening it with shaky hands.

And he whispers, “will you marry me?”

You fall next to him, sobbing into his shoulder while you repeat yes over and over. He cries with you, till you're both laughing from pure joy. 

Who better to spend the rest of your life with then the man who loves you so?

Telling his family is the best part. You have them over for what was supposed to be a quick lunch, turned dinner, and you break the news at dessert, showing off your ring while they all gasp. 

They pile you into the biggest hug, smiles so wide they hurt and you laugh, you're going to get married! You think they just might be more excited than you are.

Wedding planning comes and goes both so fast and so slow. Youre so excited you can't wait, and yet every step of the way seems like it takes excruciatingly long.

Your wedding planner tries her best, bless her soul, but you want it to be completely and utterly perfect. Down to the types of chairs at the venue.

Jude lets you have your way for the most part, chiming in now and again, he trusts you fully. Knowing you're going to make it the best regardless. 

Leading up to the big day you think you just might pass out from stress and never be seen again, but the almost year of planning pays off, and you're married! 

The honeymoon is spent traveling all over while jude is wide-eyed, unable to believe he's married to you of all people. 

The press catches on soon after, even if your wedding was small and intimate. News comes out one way or another.

Jude only responds with a picture of you two slow dancing among your family and friends, captioned, “all you need to know.” and he pins it to every social media page. 

the camera slowly focused on you and jude sitting on a sofa, tangled in each other’s arms. your head was resting on jude‘s chest, feeling his chest steadily rise up and down.

the director gave you a thumbs up to signal that you could start speaking.

“hello i’m y/n” you introduced yourself. “and i’m jude” jude continued.

“and today were going to be doing a couples interview” you said while clapping your hands together and sitting up. jude’s hand made it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it a bit.

“where did you guys meet?” one of the staff members asked curiously.

“funnily enough we actually met through instagram, i mean i didn’t know who jude was so he was the first one that messaged me and asked for my number” you explained while sensing that you had just lowered jude’s ego.

“you didn’t know me?” he gasped while dramatically putting his hand on his chest while his mouth was wide open. you giggled at the sight. you loved this dramatic and “quirky” side of jude.

“where was your first date” another staff member challenged.

“of course inside. we had a nice little cozy movie date whilst eating cake and popcorn. we couldn’t go out, obviously” jude explained while rolling his eyes.

“i still remember when you burned the popcorn” you laughed at the memory.

“i didn’t burn it it just toasted i don’t know what happens, how could you even burn popcorn in the microwave” he complained.

“i don’t know, maybe ask yourself” you joked, receiving a small slap to your waist from jude.

“did your modeling career affect your relationship at all?” someone questioned.

“i mean yeah, we couldn’t really eat everything on our dates, or i atleast couldn’t cause i was on a diet” you frowned. “also we couldn’t spend a lot of time together as i had to travel for shows and jude had to travel for international competitions so our relationship was just facetime at one point” you continued, explaining the down sides of your relationship.

“what is one thing you guys will always have different opinions about?”

“baked beans” you revealed.

“what are you on about they are divine” jude said defensively, as baked beans where his favourite food.

“i just cannot eat them without throwing up, like the texture is just so icky and they don’t taste like anything ew” you said, making a gag sound.

jude rolled his eyes at your dramatic behaviour.

“well, that’s it for today time to wrap it up” the director said making you feel relieved.

“hope you guys learnt something new from this video, goodbye” jude waved.

you both got up from the sofa and made your way to the parking lot where your car was.

“can you get a driving’s license already i don’t want to drive”

“shut up you little rat” he spat back, making you laugh. you pressed a kiss to his temple and started driving home.

ynmessi miami, florida

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ynmessi thank you miami for being the opening of my tour 🩷🌴.

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leomessi estoy muy orgullosa de ti (so proud of you)

↪️ ynmessi 😋😋🫶

antonelaroccuzzo puedes dejar de hacer música tan buena que los niños la tienen en repetición todo el tiempo lol 😫 (can you stop making so good music the kids have it on repeat all the time)

↪️ ynmessi jajaja gracias 🙏

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georginagio hermosa 😍😍 (beautiful)

↪️ ynmessi hihi gracias 🫶🫶

user2 marry me please

user3 who is she? why does her name say messi??

↪️ user4 shes messis daughter, a singer

↪️ user3 you didn’t tell her name 🤦‍♂️

↪️ user4 my bad, thought you could see it from her username

fan2 GORGEOUS 😍 IM SO SAD I COULDNT BE THEREE

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yourbff mi radio está rota por escuchar demasiado tu canción (my radio is broken from listening to your song too much)

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leomessi miami, florida

(lets just pretend our yn is in the family pic aswell)

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leomessi sí, también vamos de vacaciones en familia (yes, we still go on family vacations aswell)

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ynmessi NOOO PAPÁ POR QUÉ ELEGISTE ESA FOTO (NOOO DAD WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THAT PICTURE)

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antonelaroccuzzo 💍🌴👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👫.

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cristiano 🙌

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user8 finished

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user10 hello?? why is no one talking about this???

user11 oop exposed

user12 YN AND JUDE BELLINGHAM OH MY GOODNESS

user13 beautiful couple

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi artist and daughter of world famous footballer lionel messi, yn messi has been seen with another famous footballer, jude bellingham on antonela roccuzzo‘s now deleted instagram story.

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user14 you should delete this, invasion of privacy

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user18 can they confirm this ship it‘s cute

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user20 why is this necessary to post again?

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judebellingham

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judebellingham it’s true, we’ve been dating for 2 years LOL 😝 #ilovemygf ynmessi

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user22 2 YEARS??

user23 WE ARE SO DUMB

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user25 the couple we didn’t know we needed but got anyways

fan3 i’m still waiting for the album ..😔😔

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You sit properly on the chair. You can hear the cameraman count and give you the big. "We are recording." Shout.

You take a look at the questions. "What is my favorite ice cream to eat with your mom's brownies?"

"Oh, you love that German brand with the Cardi B whip cream."

"Ufff, that cream is amazing." You say, feeling the craving of it.

"Now, darlin'" He smirks. "What is my favorite goal that I've ever scored?"

You blink a few times. "Is it the one you scored in the ammm, champion league?"

"Wrong!" He shouts. "It was one that Erling assisted me."

"Never heard of it." You say, making him roll his eyes. "Anyways, what is the name of my character in Euphoria?"

"Rue!" He says happily.

You can't help but look at the camera, it looks like a scene from The Office. He has a smug on his face, proud of his answer.

"That's Zendaya."

"Oh," He says, smug falling from his face. "Damn, Lexy!"

"That's not even close!" You say, laughing.

"Maddie." He names.

"That's Alexa, you know her."

"Fuck, I don't know." He says, still thinking about the name. "Next question."

"What do you mean next questio- fine." You say, grabbing another card. "What is my favorite order when we visit your parents in the UK?"

"Fish and chips with some side of green beans, but also you love the sausage."

"I love a good sausage." You smile at the camera.

You don't say that in a dirty or fun way. You say that because you do love food, and British food was one big thing for you to discover.

"But don't worry, she gets a good one." He says, winking at the camera. "What's my favorite food order?" He asks.

"So this is where Mister Jude." You start, but then paused. "Jude!" You say, looking at him, hitting his arm with the card. "You can't say that."

"What's my favorite book to read?"

"I haven't even answered the first question. His order depends on where we are at. If we are at a steak house, he somehow wants a salad."

"Not true, I love steak."

"And I we are at maybe Olive Garden, during the pre season trip, he wants a big 16 oz steak."

"Told ya! Love steak." He smiles.

"So if you can describe me in three words, what would they be?"

He thinks them, trying to find the best ones.

"Smart!" He smiles at you. "Inspiring and"

You can't help but blush, you love that he finds you inspiring and a smart person.

"That is so cut-"

"She's also fart the lou-"

"DON'T! STOP RECORDING!"

Kylian

"Do we do it in English, Spanish or French?" Kylian asks.

"If it's okay with you, Mister mbappe. Please, in English."

He nods, making the lady walk back to the cameraman to talk to them. She keep looking over at Kylian.

"Monsieur Mbappé, veuillez signer mon maillot. Oui, c'est là qu'est mon sein." You say with sarcasm. (Mister Mbappe, please sign my jersey. Yes, here where my boob is)

He rolls his eyes while laughing. "Don't be jealous." He says, smiling at you. "I'm not looking at anyone when I have you here."

"So when I'm not here. You do look at others?"

"Okay, time for questions." He says, calling the attention of the set. "Cause you are getting out of hand." He says, joking with you.

You roll your eyes, laughing at him. You know he knows you are joking and you love how he jokes back.

"Okay, here are your questions." The lady says to you. "And Mister Mbappe, here are yours." She smiles at him.

You look over at him, wanting to roll your eyes. "Okay, thank you." He says. "Ready, amour?" He asks.

They let you know that you are being filmed and to start with the questions.

You check the questions before making one. "Oh, what was the name of my pet hamster?"

Kylian frowns. "The one who died pooping?"

You look at the camera. "He was a saint." You say, pouting at the thought of him.

"Chili?" He says, more like asking. "Wait no, Paco?"

"Paco is my sister's dog!" You say, laughing at him.

"Fuck!" He says, thinking harder. "Was it Harry? Like Harry Styles?"

"Yes! My sweet creature!" You smile. "I love Harry Styles, fun fact about me by the way."

"My turn," He smiles. "What's my movie?"

"Easy, you love The Great Gatsby." You smile.

He shakes his head. "Noup."

"Ammm, the teenage mutant ninja turtles?" You ask, joking.

"Hahaha." He faked laughed, then making the most fake angry face. "You are so funny."

"Okay, next question." You ignore him. "Who is my favorite parent?"

"But my movie!" He shouts. "Also, none, you have beef with everybody." He side eye you.

"I do not." You say, frowning. "Oh, I remember, your favorite movie is that one with tom cruise, the one where he flies planes."

"Oui!" He smiles. "Also you favorite parent is your mom." He smiles.

You roll your eyes at him, "what is my f-"

"Hey, my turn!" He says, pouting. "Do you know my favorite goal?"

You think for a while. "Maybe the one against Barcelona, when you were in PSG?" You ask.

"Yep." He nods, waiting for you to look away, then he shakes his head no to the camera. "What is the name of my mother?"

"Fayza Lamari." You say in a very obvious tone. "Love her. Even more than her son."

He looks at you, going from a smile to a frown. "Rude." He says.

"Okay, fun fact about Kylian." You announce. "He's a sucker for praising."

"Tu n'es pas censé dire ça." (You were not supposed to say that)

You look at him, sensing him a kiss. "Je t'aime."

"What type of pasta is my favorite?"

You think, he really loves pasta. "Carbonara." You say, thinking about that being the only one he asks you to prepare. "If you say no, I'll know you are lying."

"It's..." He does this pause. "True." He smiles.

"I knew it, bébé." You smile. You read the next question. "If you can say one of my characters is your favorite, which one?"

He thinks for a moment, trying to order his ideas of which one of the roles you have played is his favorite.

"Maybe when you did marvel." He smiles. "Love that movie."

"I know you love that one!" You smile, getting up to hug him. "Fun fact about Kylian." You say again.

"Okay, we are done." He says, covering your face with the cards. "Cut the camera." He says, laughing at you trying to fight him.

Arda

"Are you sure you want me to be on this interview?" He asks, worrying that he might not be welcomed.

"Babe, of course." You laugh, grabbing his hand. "We are in this together." You smile.

"Are you quoting high school musical again?"

"Love doing that." You smile. "Okay, we are ready!"

"Okay, everybody. We are starting in three, two, one." The director yells, giving you the signal to start.

"Hi everybody, I'm Y/n."

"And I'm Arda."

Brahim

"And we are doing the GQ Couples Interview." You both say, smiling at the camera.

"You start." You say, grabbing his hand and giving his hand a squish.

"What is the name of my childhood dog?" He asks, reading the card. "Wait, I don't have a childhood dog."

"He doesn't." You shake your head. "But I did. What was his name?"

"Chipotle?"

"Chili." You smile.

"What was my dream job as a child?" He asks.

"He wanted to be a bread man." You smile, trying not to chuckle. "Like the one of Shrek, the cookie guy."

"I love bread and cookies, so I wanted to be a bread guy, like a huge piece of bread." He laughs.

"If I was in a desert island, what are three things I would take with me?"

You think for a while, Arda is someone simple, he's not into materialistic stuffs.

"A football ball, your favorite pillow, and me because I want to swim while you play with the ball."

"I mean, it says things, and you are not a thing." He replies, smiling shyly at you.

"I know, baby." You whisper, reassuring him. "Name three of the characters I have done."

"I like when you did that Disney princess movie," he says, not knowing what the name is.

"It wasn't a Disney princess, baby. I was in Barbie." You laugh at him being so confused.

"Oh, shoot." He laughs too. "It's true, she spent days, weeks even saying < Hi, barbie! >"

"Hi, Barbie!" You say in that tone everybody used at the Barbie set. "Okay, name the rest. You still have three because Miss Disney princess is not right."

"Barbie," He smiles to the camera, knowing he has that one right. "The one in La Casa de Papel, and the one in Youth."

"Can you at least name one?"

"I just did, Barbie!"

But that's not-"

"Goodbye, Barbie." He says, waving at the camera.

"But we are not done."

"He said three questions." He points to the calera man. "Plus, we have Taco Bell in the dressing room."

"Joder, maybe a break!" You say, hearing your stomach growl.

"What's my favorite cookie?" He asks, after a few warming up questions.

"That's not even a question, Brahim."

"You see this?" He asks the camera. "This is why I always say that you need to protect your hearts."

"It's the matcha one from that Chinese Restaurant, God damn." You laugh.

"Now, this is real love, people." He smiles. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too." You smile. "Now, if I was an animal fighting among the avengers, which animal would I be?"

"Who?" He stares confused at the camera. "Did she just made up the question?"

"I need to think." He says, waiting a few minutes before answering. "A crocodile."

"Yes!" You smile. "Love crocos."

"She also loves crocs." He smiles. "We have a matching pair."

"Now, back to the normal questions." You chuckle the questions. "Tell me the name of my favorite movie I was in?"

He looks at the camera, confused, looking like a The Office episode. "The marvels?"

"Wrong, it's was Neighbors."

"Tell me your favorite trophy I won."

"The Champions, because that day I surprised you when I told you I wasn't coming to the finals, and I did."

"Loved that," He smiles, getting closer to you, kissing your lips. "Now, who do I think would be the perfect 11 on a team."

"Qué caraj-"

"Amor, language."

You take a few steps back, letting him have his space to yell, to throw things, to punch a pillow if he may.

You walk to the kitchen, grab a cup, and serve cold water on it. You walk back to where he is, hands on his head.

You tap on his head, offering the glass of water. He just nodded and drank it. "Thanks."

Jude

You sit down next to him, passing your arms around him. You know he needs someone to hold him for him to let himself crash down.

"I love you." You say, tighting your hold on him. "You did everything you could, Kyks. You weren't going to get out of that pitch with an injury, you already had a bother."

"I could've run faster, pass the ball more times, kick it bett-"

"Look at me." You say, separating from the hug. You grab his face in your hands. "You did everything you could, I promise to you that everybody knows you did."

"I don't feel like that."

"I know, I'm so sorry that I can't share my eyes with you so you can see what I see. Kylian, you did more than anybody."

"Then why does it feel like I didn't?"

"You are upset, and that's okay, I promise this will be better. I'm here for you, your parents are here for you, Ethan is here for you. We love you, and we think you are the best."

He hugs you again, appreciating your words. He knows this rough patch is hard, but he has you and his family. That was all that matters right now.

"I promise this is going to be better." You kiss his shoulder. "And I'll be here, with you."

Brahim

"A fucking joke." He yells.

He's not yelling at you but yelling at himself. He feels defeated, all the effort he thought was enough was not even minimum.

"I'm a fucking failure." He yells again, throwing his jersey to the wall. "Fuck me."

You try to let him yell, you want to let him throw things, you let him decompress. You feel like it's enough.

"Jude, let's sit down." You say, grabbing his arms. "Come here."

You won't say < calm down >, you won't try to mention that word. He will get more upset. So you try to make it better by just reassuring him.

"Hey, I'm here." You say, hugging him tight. "I'm here, love."

"I did everything, and that wasn't even enough." He cries.

"You are not a failure, Jude. The team is having a bad season, and that's okay. That doesn't make you a failure or a joke."

"I'm Spain's biggest joke." He cries. "I was on the run for the Ballon d'or. Now I'm a fucking joke who can't even score."

"This is just a bad season, love. I know it seems like the end of the world, but you are the current winners of the Champions League, you won la Liga last season, you got so many things."

"I could've done more, workout more."

"You did, Jude. Everything will be better." You smile.

"You promise?"

"I promise, and I'll be here through everything."

Arda

You try to walk behind him, but his pace is too quick for you. The first thing you hear when you enter his house was his bedroom door slamming shut.

You close the door of the house, you don't want to go upstairs just yet. You know better than that.

Brahim even asked you to let him cold down when he's mad. He's one of those people who likes be alone and you respect that.

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to make something for dinner. He will be hungry after a while, and you need to make sure he gets something.

You wait patiently for him. You are in the second chapter of your show when you hear him go down the stairs.

"It's late." He says, voice soft. He walks to where you are, giving you a kiss to the cheek. You pat the spot next to yours on the couch.

"Come sit, we need to talk."

He does not waste any moment to hug you. Letting you know that it was more than just the critics, more than people saying it was his fault for letting the others get the goal.

"It wasn't your fault, Luca told you that, Carlo told you that, Kylian told you that."

"Then why do I feel like that?"

"Becasue you are a human, and you have feelings. This is a rough season for everyone, for Carlo, for you and the others, the workers at the club. Believe me that nobody is blaming you."

"I tried my best."

"You did, I promise you did."

"I don't want to be alone."

"You aren't, we are together. Even when you can't score." You joke, kissing his cheek.

"That's mean." He laughs. "Love you."

"Can I sit?" You ask him, stepping out in the balcony. "Can we talk?"

"Is there anything to talk about?" He asks, head low. "I wish I could have more minutes. People always say that I don't do anything but I can't do anything on the bench!"

You nod, letting him take everything he wants to say out. You know he ends to ramble, to say everything out loud.

"And when I'm on the field, I try, but not everyone passes the ball to me." He explains. "The other day Luca passed it to me, and then Lucas was asking why not to him. What can I do?"

You move your hand up and down his back. You want him to know that no matter what, you are there to listen to his words.

"Kylian says that I need to wait, that everything will change, but when?"

"Can I say something?" You ask, making him nod. "I know this is hard for you, mostly because you've been trying to show that you are good enough to be playing and not on the bench. You are good enough, you know that?"

"I don't feel like that."

"Well, Arda." You hug him. "You are, and I promise that even if el Mister goes to another team, the new Mister will see your potential, and you are going to shine more than ever."

"You think so?"

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“babe, did i ever tell you how much i love you and how beautiful you are?” jude interrupted the comforting silence, looking at you, slightly tilting his head.

“yes, many times” you chuckled, burying your head deeper into the warmth of your boyfriends chest.

you loved nights like this, where you would find comfort in each other and slowly fall asleep in the dim light from the fake candle on the bedside table, laying in bed, laughing like fools.

jude would remind you for your success on multiple times of the day. you could almost say that you were suffering from success. was it annoying sometimes? yes. but is it heartwarming to see that your lover cares a lot about you and keeps up with your recent collaborations? also yes.

you shared one last kiss and then you both dozed off, tangled in each other.