#judebellinghamheadcanons

PART 2 TO i don’t do footballers. !!! PART 3

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

WC: 4.2K

Warnings: sneaking out i guess 😭, this is something that would lowkey happen in a romcom but again a girl can dream 🥶, reader likes to keep secrets from her brother, mentions of y/n, fluff, if you forgot as you read DAVID IS READER'S BROTHER!!

NOT PROOFREAD!! I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES

Summary: You said you didn’t do footballers but for one specific footballer you would be willing to spend your midnight in Mexico City sneaking around with him.

thought i told you i don't do footballers, bellingham. was the text message you sent to professional footballer Jude Bellingham.

It was ironic that you kept on telling yourself and your brother that you wouldn't dare to fall in love with a footballer especially when you were just trying to survive vacation and get out of Mexico City.

You didn't expect him to reply so fast. Your phone glowed on the nightstand of your hotel room, you being rapid to open the message.

and yet here you are still messaging me, nice one.

The stupid text message on a screen made you smile, making you forget that you somewhat had a deep hatred for footballers. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into but it felt right... to you.

you're the one who gave me your phone number. let alone on a jersey i told you that was for my brother. the last thing i want is David finding out im texting frickin' jude bellingham.

You hated how you were checking your phone every second like it was a life or death situation if he didn't text you back quickly. You bit your thumbnail and stared at your phone.

''Oi! Dude, why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?'' David threw a pillow at you which nearly knocked you out, your hair covered your face as he snapped you out your trance.

It seemed like you had gone a lot of spiraling in two minutes to the point where you didn't even realize your brother had walked out of the bathroom.

''There's not a ghost living in our hotel room, right? I didn't think the hotel owner was legit about this building being like a hundred years old...'' David mumbled, touching his chin as he looked around the room.

''Yeah, there's a ghost up your ass.'' You snorted, turning on your phone to check if Jude texted you back.

yeah, i know i'm sorry. that was probably the worst way to give you my number. what'd you tell your brother when he saw it anyways?

Your face plastered on a cheeky smile as you stared at the text message that was soon broken by your brother clapping in your face.

''HELLO! Y/N! Are you under spells or something? Is the ghost hypnotizing you or something? Why are you smiling at your phone like a dork?'' David threw his hands up, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

''Damn it! Stop making it so obvious something's going on Y/N.'' You thought in your head before talking back to your brother.

''Nothing. My friends are the funniest in the world. You know my friends right? We have a whole group chat together. Selena, Rory, Emma, they ring a bell?'' You told David that you were texting your friends, using them as the excuse to why you look like your whole world was brightened up.

''Yeah, yeah. I know them. They used to bombard me for money to eat out... I still don't know why you let them search my stuff like that-'' He trailed off. ''Anyway, we have lots of exploring to do tomorrow, so get some sleep Y/N. My itinerary is filled to the brim! Love ya.'' David switched off the lamp on the nightstand, leaving you with the light glow of you and Jude's conversation.

i just told him it was a weird ass code you told me about that englanders only knew about, he ended up believing it lmfao

You sat against the headboard of your bed, the room filled with nothing with David falling into the deep seas of slumber and your steady breathing.

smart... lying to save a footballer's ass? so much for a girl who said she doesn't do footballers

His text appeared on your screen, you giggled slightly as you typed back.

shut up. what do you want anyways?

Texting back, you cleared your throat, the darkness of the room not being able to highlight the blush you could physically feel on your face.

nothing, just you meeting me at the store you told me you didn't do footballers at. tomorrow. 2pm.

Your breath hitched as you read his message. He wanted you to meet up with him somewhere. He was trying to make plans to see you.

You didn't know how to reply. You couldn't say no because your heart wanted to see him again but you couldn't say yes because what were you going to tell your brother? You were just casually going to meet the footballer you said you hated as soon as you got to Mexico City?

You typed. You deleted. You typed some more. You shook your hand as you deleted your text again. You took a deep breath and tried to focus on a stable sentence.

okay, but change the time to midnight. my brother will be asleep by then and i can just sneak out our hotel room, he cannot know i'm trying to see you

You couldn't believe the message you sent. Midnight? Sneaking out? You felt like a different person all of a sudden, you usually told your brother everything especially your boy problems but what was so different this time?

didn't see you as the secretive type. fine by me. don't stand me up, y/n.

Stand you up? Your eyebrows crinkled together, trying to figure out what he meant by that. Was he just teasing? Was he just trying to be funny? It wasn't a date so why would he see the secret meet up as that? You decided to send a final text and turn off your phone and your brain.

you don't know what i could do, bellingham.

Letting out a deep sigh, you plugged in your phone and dug yourself under the covers.

-

''Okay.. so cross out the itinerary for today.'' David said, opening the curtains to let the sun out and to wake you up.

It was around 8am in Mexico City and you were still in bed, soaking up the warmth of your blanket.

''Wha- why? You seemed so pumped about it.'' You questioned, squinting as the bright sun's light met your eye.

David put his socks on, sitting on the edge of your bed. ''I found out some of my old lads from college are here in Mexico City! They wanna play football at the local park here.''

''D, I don't wanna spend my morning watching you guys play football and being your guys's ref. I definitely don't want to see you guys freak out because you don't know whose point is whose because all of you weren't paying attention.'' You huffed, sitting up in your bed.

''I never said you had to come and watch or be our ref. You can go stroll around.. but within the park's distance. Maybe there's a bookstore nearby?''

''Thought you said you couldn't leave me alone by myself.''

''Yeah- well you're over the age of 21.''

''The last time I said that you said I was barely over the age of 21!''

''Be glad I'm giving you freedom this time, Y/N! Now hurry up and get dressed, you have like 15 minutes.''

''Bloody hell.'' You mumbled, grabbing your clothes and walking into the bathroom to get ready.

As you brushed your teeth, the soft ding came from your phone. You kept your toothbrush in your mouth for a moment to unlock your phone.

still on for tonight? just making sure you didn't forget.

It was a text from Jude. You sighed deeply, a spark lighting up in your chest as you read it. You set your phone on the bathroom counter and continued brushing your teeth.

After you had finished brushing your teeth, doing skincare, and getting dressed for the day, you finally had the chance to text Jude back.

surprisingly, for a girl who doesn't do footballers i didn't forget about tonight. you can relax.

You smiled to yourself as you press the send button on your phone. You forgot that you were in the bathroom of your hotel room and quickly walked out to see David sitting on his bed.

''Gosh! There you are, took you years to get ready.''

Slipping on your sandals, you looked at David and scoffed. ''Shut up, yeah? Be happy I'm even going with you.''

-

On your walk to the park, you had to painfully endure David's yap session about the England team and football in general. You wanted to smack him in the head as you heard him talking about some ''I can be a good player if they could just put me in the World Cup.''

''This is why I'm praying there's a bookstore nearby this park.'' You looked at him, sighing as you shook your head and walking faster than him.

Later, after a thousand steps, you and David finally made it to the park. Your brother's face lightened up when he saw his friends. You basically heard him cheer in excitement about fifty times before actually approaching them.

You looked around your surroundings to look for anything that could distract you with your time at this park.

The bright big sign that said ROSE BOOKSTORE caught your eye instantly. You smiled brightly acting as if you were your brother who had just seen his friends after forever.

You walked inside the small little building, a bell ringing above you. The comforting feeling settled in you, knowing you had the ability to stay in here forever if you had the time to. You quickly walked over to the romance section, not looking at the people around you in the building.

While you were having a blast looking at all the book covers and reading the backs of them to view the summaries, a well-known voice with a heavy accent adapted from England rang out behind you.

''Fancy seeing you here.''

''Wh- What the heck? Jude?''

''Didn't expect my morning spent bumping into a hater of football in the middle of a bookstore.'' He smiled, arms crossed against his chest. He had a baseball cap on which was a new look on him that you were growing fond of slowly as time currently passed.

''Yeah and I didn't expect to spend my morning bumping into a footballer.'' You chuckled, putting a romance book you took off its shelf back where it belonged. ''What brings you here?''

''Ah, trying to find a cookbook for mum. She's been collecting cookbooks from everywhere in the world so I thought it would be nice to save her the hassle and go explore for it myself.'' His eyes looked you up and down. ''And I'm glad I did. What brings you here?''

You sighed through your teeth, rocking back and forth on your feet. ''Uh, my brother's at the park with his friends he found out are in Mexico City at the same time as us.. they're playing football and I think you know well enough that I didn't wanna mope around near them and watch.'' You breathed, tilting your head.

You suddenly walked up to him and took his baseball cap off, adjusting it on your head. ''I didn't see you as a cap guy, I dig the look. I think the cap looks better on me than it does you, what do you think Bellingham?'' You teased him, hoping to get a sound of laughter out of him.

''Not bad, Y/N. Not bad.'' He chuckled, his smile turning into something softer and genuine. ''So about tonight, are you in the process of planning to make me wait like some secret agent?''

''Hm, depends if you're annoying.'' You adjusted the cap to fit your head better.

''Right.. so what else should I know about this mind of yours?'' His tone turned sincere with dashes of curiosity and wonder.

Your expression softened, you scoffed softly. ''I don't know Bellingham.'' You were silent for a second. ''Why do you wanna know so much about an ordinary like me?''

The question hangs in the air between the both of you. Jude's playful expression turns into something more serious as he thinks about his response.

Jude dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans, now leaning on a bookshelf. ''Because ordinary people don't tell me that free kicks aren't a big deal straight to my face and they don't steal my hat in a bookstore. Most people just see the jersey or the name... but you didn't. You just saw.. me. Didn't care about the whole football reputation.'' The confession hangs in the air like a thread as he continues. ''That's not ordinary. That's refreshing. You're not ordinary.''

The soft chatter of other people in the bookstore filled in the gap between and the quiet of the bookstore was different. The two shared a quiet moment where you were taken aback because of how genuine Jude sounded with his words. The comforting quiet was interrupted by a loud cough from someone aisles away.

''Well. On that note, I'm Y/N L/N. I'm 22 years old, I love reading anything but mostly romance, I'm a sucker for romcoms, I have a brother who is two years older than me, I love sweet treats more than any food in the world.'' You stuck out your hand in front of you for him to shake.

''Jude Bellingham, footballer, 23 years old, I have a younger brother who also plays football but he lives in Germany right now, and I'm not the best at choosing romcoms to watch so you will absolutely have to help with that.'' He shook your hand gently, smiling his view of you in his baseball cap.

''Footballer, huh? I didn't know that.'' You said, sarcastically, acting as if you didn't know that about him.

''Yeah, it's a little fact about me that isn't well-known.. what can I say? I'm a bit of a mysterious lad.'' He chuckled. ''It was nice meeting you Y/N L/N in a random bookstore located in Mexico City where you snatched my hat away to make it yours. Keep it.''

You laughed softly, fidgeting with your fingers. ''I should probably head back, I don't want my brother to call a whole search party because I was too busy talking to a footballer.'' You nodded. ''I'll see you later and I promise I won't stand you up.'' You bit your bottom lip, smiling as you slowly walked away from him and exited the bookstore.

-

11pm, the clock read. You were supposed to mean Jude in an hour and your anxiety was shooting through the roof, but obviously you couldn't give that impression off to your brother.

You were sitting on your bed, scrolling on your phone on Instagram and texting your friends back home... and Jude as you waited for your brother to stop talking about football and get ready for bed.

''You aren't gonna get ready for bed first?'' David said, walking over your bed and grabbing one of your pillows, throwing it around and being careful not to hit you.

''Nah, you can use the bathroom first. I like waiting til you're asleep to get ready, you rush me too much and judge my pajama choice.''

''Weird reason but okay...''

You peered over the bathroom door, waiting for the lock to click before exiting your group chat with your friends and pressing on Jude's contact.

he's taking forever to get into bed idk what's going on

You sighed, biting your thumbnail at the thought of David not sleeping in time. You haven't acted like this in years. ''DAVID! HURRY UP I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE A TEN STEP SKINCARE ROUTINE!''

His voice called out from the bathroom as you started to look in your suitcase for outfit ideas, ''RELAX!''

Minutes passed and David finally walked out of the bathroom, clearly ready to hit the hay.

''Alright, night sis. I think our itinerary will be back in session for tomorrow.'' David climbed into bed, turning off the nightlight.

Now the only thing that was left was the pumping of your heart, you were convinced that it was going to jump out of your chest. In your defense, you were meeting up with a super famous footballer so it wasn't weird. You didn't have a crush on him or anything... right? But who were you fooling. The way your eyes lit up at the mention of him, the way you had a stupid smile when he texted you, the way he made you laugh so effortless through a screen and in person. You couldn't lie.

He had a charm.

11:30, the clock read.

Perfect, you knew your brother would be asleep in 30 minutes. The boy was a deep sleeper for God's sake and wouldn't wake up to the loud hotel room door creaking.

he just got into bed, see you in 30 :)

A smiley face? You never text anybody a smiley face unless they were your bestest of friends or in this case someone you grew fond of.

no rush, l/n.

Your lips formed into a smile before shaking your head and rolling your eyes in exhaustion. ''Get it together Y/N, gosh.'' You told yourself, looking at David's bed in the hazy darkness.

You felt stupid in a way and you felt like someone had indeed casted a spell on you. You were 22 and getting excited over someone that might just be a summer fling and you simply wouldn't see him again after vacation was over. There was no doubt that he was going to leave Mexico City soon. To be fair, England's match with Mexico already ended.

Quickly getting dressed you didn't put much thought into your outfit. It was just a plain shirt and baggy jeans, you slipped on your sneakers instead of wearing your sandals and successfully you were out the door without creating some disturbance for your brother.

Luckily, the store you and Jude were meeting up at was within walking distance with your hotel so you didn't have to worry about hitching a cab or something.

You walked slowly to the store until Jude came into your view, he was standing up, leaning on the wall on his phone.

''I didn't stand you up.'' You called out from in front of him.

''You really didn't.'' He seemed breathless which confused you because you weren't dressed up in anything fancy.

''You're staring.''

''I know.''

''If you're just gonna spend your time staring at me like you have a crush on me, you're wasting your time, Bellingham.''

''Accusations, accusations.'' He scoffed, a playful smile meeting his lips. He slipped next to you, both of you guys walking side by side as he puts his arm over your shoulder. ''There's an ice cream shop nearby. We could try it out if you want. I remember you saying you have a sweet tooth earlier.''

Holding his wrist of the arm that was on your shoulder to steady yourself, you looked up at him, smiling. ''You were paying attention? Looks like you aren't stuck-up after all...''

Turning the corner, his arm still around you, his glance flickered from you and the pavement in front of him from time to time. ''Yeah, well when a girl like you's introducing herself formally, I want to pay attention.''

You couldn't really miss the building. The vibrant lights of the ice cream shop made it pop out in the middle of the night, you were surprised out of everything an ice cream shop was opened at this time of day. ''They're still open?''

''You never know, some people could be in distress for ice cream late at night. Ice cream's on me, what's your go-to?''

''Strawberry. Always.'' You shrugged. ''I like how pink it is. Like- it's always the perfect shade of pink and I love how it's fruity but also creamy at the same time.''

Jude smirked, staring at you like you were the only girl in the world that mattered. All of the girls he's seen at his former football games, screaming his name and wearing his jersey for his attention were all wiped out from his mind just by looking at you.

''Touché. I'll just have vanilla.''

''Vanilla? It's good but it's the most boring flavor in my book of ice cream flavors ever.''

''Yeah but vanilla and strawberry go together. They compliment each other in way, you know?''

Your eyes met his, ''Are you implying something Jude?''

''ORDER WHEN YOU ARE READY!''

Jude ordered quickly, handing you your ice cream in a cup and grabbing two spoons for you and him.

The rest of the ice cream session passes in a comfortable easy rhythm. Each of you finish your ice creams, sharing funny stories. Jude tells a few terrible football jokes that somehow make you laugh and you share a moment where you tried baking a football shaped cake for David but it didn't turn out the way you wanted to.

''We should probably get going. Getting late.'' Jude threw away your guys's trash.

The night air is cool and fresh as you two step outside the ice cream shop. Completely oblivious as you admired the view, looking away from Jude's face the soft melody of ''Can't Help Falling in Love'' by Elvis Presley drifts out from the shop's speakers. You seem lost in thought, gazing down the lit street and completely unaware of the song's romantic timing.

Jude listened for a moment, his gaze glued onto you. ''You know.. this song.'' He shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. ''It's a bit on the nose, isn't it? For a secret ice cream treat late at night.''

''Hm?'' You turned to look at him. Your expression blank before registering the song in your mind properly. Jude seemed nervous from your point of view and you thought it was cute.

''It's like the universe is trying to set a mood. A really obvious mood.'' He continued, staying by your side.

The street is wide open and empty for the two of you, the music setting the mood as if it was a scene pulled out from one of your romcoms would always binge-watched.

''Trying to say something?''

Jude hummed, tilting his head slightly. ''I'm trying to say that I had a good time. And maybe this doesn't have to be a secret much longer.'' He gestures with his chin down the quiet street. ''Come on, I'll walk you back to your hotel.''

''Dance with me, Jude.''

You stopped him, leaving him in his tracks as he slowly turned his head towards you. The request lingers in the air, simple and bold.

''You kept talking about the song and it seems like you're in a dancing mood so...''

Jude stepped closer, offering his hand. ''When you put it like that, how could I say no?'' He took your hand gently, his other hand finding its place on your waist. You both begin to sway slowly on the pavement.

''Not so bad for a footballer, am I?'' He said quietly.

''Amateur.''

''Amateur, maybe. But I'm a quick learner.'' His voice soft, close to your ear.

Jude's steps are sure and steady, leading effortlessly as you two turn a slow circle, the world pausing on its spinning.

''How do you handle being famous?'' Your voice whispered, genuinely wanting to know more about his life.

Jude sighed softly, still swaying and holding onto your waist. ''It's.. a lot. Sometimes it's amazing, the support. Other times it feels like you're living in a box.'' He pulled back just enough to look at you. ''You get used to the noise but you never really get used to people feeling like they own a piece of you.'' Jude smiles. ''That's why nights like this.. dancing on the street, ice cream in private- they mean more than you think.''

You went silent for a moment, followed by you resting your head on his chest but her arms still loosely wrapped around his neck. You both stand there for a long moment, not really dancing anymore but just swaying gently on the street. Jude rests his chin on the top of your head, squeezing your waist in reassurance.

''You're quiet.''

''Can't a girl be quiet?''

''You can. I just hope it's a good quiet.''

''It is... Just don't overthink it.''

Eventually, Jude loosens his grip slightly, pulling back.

''Let's get you back to the hotel, yeah? Don't want your brother waking up randomly and realizing you're gone.''

''Yeah, he's gonna freak knowing his little sister who could care less about football was out with Jude Bellingham.''

Jude grinned. ''Little sister who could care less about football, huh? I think that's an understatement now.''

''Yeah, yeah. Don't think we're something, Bellingham.''

He laughed softly as you and him started walking slowly back toward your hotel, ''Oh, I wouldn't dare. We're just two people who happened to find the same quiet street.''

You walked side by side through the quiet Mexico City streets, the comfortable silence from the shared dance lingering between you two. The hotel comes into view, lights glowing softly.

''Alright, this is my stop. Don't want people recognizing me and starting rumors.'' Jude stopped at a respectful distance from the entrance. ''I had a really good time tonight, Y/N. More than I expected.''

''I did too, Jude. You're not all awful and I mean it.'' You smiled, kissing his cheek softly by getting on your tippy toes, continued by walking away towards the hotel entrance.

Jude stayed in his spot, frozen for a moment, then calling out to you softly. ''Hey, L/N? Try not to steal other footballers and their numbers.''

''Wouldn't dream of it, Bellingham.''

lovina speaks!: ok so this mightve been my longest fic ever written .. but THE PEOPLE WANTED PART 2 SO I DELIVERED!! this has potential to have a part 3.. but i dont wanna drag this on for too long so lmk in the comments!! THANK YOU FOR 400 LIKES ON PART 1 AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AS MUCH AS YOU LIKED THE FIRST PART!! PLEASE REBLOG SHARE LIKE COMMENT

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader, frenemies to lovers

WC: 2.4K

Warnings: Nothing major!

Summary: You and Jude have tolerated each other to a point, always telling yourself you would never fall for him because you somehow despise him, but 5 moments you two share change that thought.

NUMBER ONE: The ''friendly'' football match.

If someone were to ask you what your connection with Jude was like, you would probably say it was complicated.

One moment you both were getting along and the next you two were going against each other like two animals who couldn't stand to lose.

Everyone assumed you and Jude hated each other, there was no doubt about that.

The Bellinghams had known your family for years, so every barbecue, birthday party, and holiday always ended up being celebrated with you. Plus you and Jude trying to one-up each other.

Whether it was table tennis, Mario Kart, or racing to the end of the garden, it was clear neither of you would be caught dead than losing.

One summer evening, your family and Jude's were in the garden laughing and discussing about the latest football news.

Someone suggested a friendly football match.

Knowing how out of the two of you, Jude was better than football but you couldn't admit that.. and you didn't want to seem like a party pooper or weak so you accepted the challenge.

Nothing about the mini game was friendly. As soon as Jude started with the ball, his eyes sparked with competitiveness.

You stole the ball from Jude once.

Twice.

Then, established to make a fool out of him, you attempted some ridiculous move you'd seen all over your feed which made you look like the fool instead of Jude.

You slipped and braced yourself for impact, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop yourself from falling.

You never made contact with the ground.

Jude had caught you before you could slam yourself into the grass.

For a second, none of you moved as his arms were tightly wrapped around you.

''You alright?'' He asked, far quieter than you'd expected.

''Oh my gosh, Bellingham- get off me.''

You shoved him away immediately, getting up back on your feet and dusting off any grass on your clothes.

''I would've landed that. I didn't need you as my savior.''

You scoffed and walked away to the outside table with all of the drinks and snacks, deciding to keep your distance way from Jude for the rest of the night.

Later that night, Jobe leaned over while everyone was packing up and helping clean the outside area. ''You know he let you score that last goal, right?''

You frowned. ''No, he didn't.''

''He was telling me all about. Dude, he was mad about folding in so quickly but was feeling nice apparently.'' Jobe shrugged, walking back into the house.

You look across the garden where Jude was helping put the goals away.

He caught your eye and you both had a small moment of eye contact till you shook your head. Jude smirked and looked away.

Gosh, how you hated his guts.

NUMBER TWO: Remembering everything from drinks to books.

It was the littlest things he would remember. You swore to yourself that he wouldn't remember anything you disclosed less than 3 times.

But you were wrong.

You mentioned it once. Months ago. That caramel coffee was too sweet for your liking and you preferred iced tea like chai or peppermint.

The next time Jude's family and yours stopped at a cafe after a match of Jude's, he ordered before you which ticked you off.

But that time, you didn't want anything so you went and sat down at a vacant table, scrolling on Instagram.

''One iced chai latte, please. Don't add any caramel.'' He said, looking back at you while you were on your phone as you were completely oblivious to what he was ordering.

Moments later, he walked up to your table and slid the plastic cup towards you. ''You said you liked tea better than those sweet caramel coffees, right?''

Looking up away from your phone to look up at Jude, you blinked.

''I told you that once, Jude. Months ago.''

''You've actually told me three times.''

''You're actually annoying, God.''

''So I've heard countless amount of times from you.''

Then there was your birthday. You thought he forgot because c'mon, it was Jude. You knew that he wasn't going to get you anything because while Jobe, Denise, and Mark showed up with tons of gifts in their hands, Jude only showed up with his training bag.

You tried to let the thought not haunt you or make you upset but it made you mad that not even did he care and you two basically grew up with each other.

So, throughout your party you faked a smile.

Till it came time to open presents when your fake one had turned into something real.

Besides the expensive presents everyone came through the door with, Jude handed you a small paper bag.

Inside was the exact book you've been spending months looking for, nearly going above and beyond in your actions, doing anything you could for it.

''I remember you complaining about it.''

You stared at him.

''You... remembered that?''

He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. ''Stop focusing on that and start focusing on the fact you have the book you would go to war for in your hands.''

Of course he remembered.

He always did.

NUMBER THREE: The missed train and the bonding made out of that.

Jobe had insisted everyone should meet in London to celebrate that Jude finally had a weekend off from training and matches.

Somehow, after wandering through bookstores and cafes, you and Jude got separated from everyone else.

Then you both missed the train.

''Perfect,'' you sighed. ''My mum's gonna kill me.''

Jude rolled his eyes, going over to the departure board. ''Next one's in twenty-five.''

''What makes you think we have twenty-five minutes, Jude! They're gonna be.. frantic that we aren't there with them!''

You groaned dramatically.

He laughed at you, secretly admiring the way you looked when frustrated and caring. ''Come on, you big baby.''

You ended up sitting on a beach with vending machine crisps and terrible hot chocolate that was heavily watered down.

''This hot chocolate is bloody horrible!'' You expressed, laughing.

''Even I can make a killer hot chocolate that's better than this.''

''I hate to tell you and admit it, Bellingham but I think you could definitely make better hot chocolate than this.''

''Nah, thinking about it now, I think I would make a Chai latte instead.'' Jude nudged you, a smile creeping up in his lips.

For the first time in years, you both actually talked. No teasing. No arguing. Just talking.

You pulled yourself together, teary-eyed after laughing till you felt abs forming in your stomach. ''Okay, if you had any superpower, what would it be.''

''I would have teleportation, isn't it cool?''

''Teleportation? Seriously? Jude, that's the most simplest answer!''

''It would help me get to practice faster on days I've overslept! What would you pick then? Breathing underwater?'' He scooted next to you.

You squinted while you pretended to pick although you had a specific power in mind already. ''I would pick.. telekinesis.''

''Telekinesis, what the hell is that?''

You two continued to share stories and silly moments that made your face sore because of the amount of times you were smiling.

When the train finally arrived, neither of you stood quickly.

You almost wished you had gone off track and missed the train again.

NUMBER FOUR: Eyes searching for you.

It was the week Jude had to play important games for Real Madrid

You've seen the way he was stressed all week. Accidentally lashing out at anyone who spoke to him about football, falling asleep mid conversation, his hands running over his face.

His behavior was making you anxious, hoping that the week would be full of victories.

It was the last game of the week and the club had won most of their games. You remembered Jude talking about how he really wanted to end the week winning.

The stadium erupted as the final whistle blew.

They'd won.

His teammates surrounded him, their mood filled with energy and smiles and cameras chased the team across the pitch while fans were screaming at different players and their names.

You stood with Denise, Mark, and Jobe in the family section, applauding with everyone else and plastering a big smile.

You expected Jude to keep on jumping up and down with the team and celebrating.

Instead, his head turned and it seemed like he was scanning and searching in every section possible until his eyes landed on you.

The smile you saw spread across his face wasn't for the fans, reporters, or cameras.

It was for you.

He pointed toward the stands then waved, you doing the same action back.

''He always looks for you, it isn't a secret.'' Jobe nudged your shoulder, pushing you out of your fantasy land.

Your heart stumbled a bit.

''No, he doesn't. Why would he look for someone he hates?''

''If he looks for you after a match.. maybe he doesn't hate you after all?''

You couldn't stop thinking about it and if Jobe was correct.

NUMBER FIVE: Confessing you both couldn't stop pretending anymore.

All football fans had their mind set on focusing on Real Madrid as final match of the Champions League was coming to an end.

The pressure was intense and you saw how stressed out Jude was. Accidentally lashing out at anyone who was talking to him about football, falling asleep during conversations, hands running over his face.

Every headline, interview, and predication was about Jude and the club.

You barely breathed for ninety minutes out of nervousness and anticipation.

Then you heard the finally whistle.

He did it. They did it. Victory.

The stadium exploded and confetti rained from above, covering seats of the stadium and its pitch.

Players screamed in glory and collapsed onto the grass in realization that they've won the Champions.

Families were invited onto the pitch. You made your way down with everyone else, trying not to get in anyone's way.

Jude was surrounded immediately.

He deserved every second of the celebrations and congratulations so you quietly slipped away toward the tunnel.

Shortly after you were walking, a voice called out from behind you.

''Hey!''

You turned to see a tired but happy Jude jogging after you, medal bouncing against his chest.

''You were leaving.''

''I didn't want to interrupt. You had your moment and I didn't wanna steal you away from the glory of it all.'' You chuckled, jamming your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

He walked closer to you. ''You could never interrupt anything.''

You laughed and shook your head, looking down for a split second before looking back at Jude's eyes.

''I'll let your family have you-''

''They've had me all my life.'' He stopped walking and cut you off. ''But I've been wanting you.''

Silence filled your brain. You didn't know what to say or what to add on.

''I've been trying to figure out to tell you this for months- and I don't want to say the wrong thing with you.''

Your stomach flipped and you took out your hands out your pockets to fidget with them.

''Remember when everyone in the family told us we would argue like a an old married couple?

You laughed nervously, thinking about the countless amount of times your family would ship you and Jude together by saying that.

''I hated when they said that.''

''I didn't.''

Your smile slowly dispersed away from your face.

He rubbed the back of his neck, all of a sudden looking more nervous than he had ever looked in his career of football. ''I think I've loved you for a long time.. and I still do. I still love you and I haven't stopped.''

''Jude...''

''I know the timing's terrible.''

''Jude!''

''And I know you probably don't feel the same. I don't know exactly when it happened.'' He continued. ''But somewhere along the way, you became the first person I wanted to open myself up to and suddenly I didn't want to fight with you anymore- I understand i-''

You cut him off this time.

''Jude Bellingham! I've wanted you as much as you wanted me for- God knows for how long- I spent years and forever trying to convince myself I hated you but I never think I did and I think you never did either. The time we missed the train to London- I spent that day wishing we would've missed the next train we were trying to catch.''

Jude looked at you for a moment, almost like he was trying to memorize the fact that you had just confessed the same feelings he was going through.

''And I think I've loved you for longer than I've been willing to admit.'' You swallowed.

For years, the two of you had hidden behind jokes and arguments. Every sarcastic comment, every playful football match between you two, and calling him annoying was easier then revealing the true colors you two were hiding.

''I really thought I was gonna lose you if I said something.'' Jude admitted quietly.

Your expression softened.

''Jude.. you could never lose me.''

The relief the crossed onto his face was something you knew you'd remember forever. For someone who seemed so confident in everything he does, he almost looked as if unsure, like this was the one thing that got his heart racing.

The noise of the stadium continued around you but muffled. The cheering and the yelling, the music, the celebration all sounded distant but so close.

''Can I..?'' Jude gently caressed your cheek, asking softly.

You knew exactly what he meant and after years of wondering what it would feel like to finally stop hiding behind all those feelings of yours, you nodded.

The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, like both of you were trying to understand that this was happening. But as the kiss deepened in meaning, the moments why you fell in love with Jude all made sense to you.

It felt familiar and new at the same time.

When you pulled away, neither of you moved far. Jude looked at you with the same smile you'd seen across gardens, cafes and football pitches for years.

''Okay, champion.'' You mocked. ''Let's go back to the fame and glory, yeah?''

He nodded, kissing your temple as the two of you walked back toward the pitch together, hand in hand.

The five memories weren't the reason why you fell in love with Jude. They were just the ones that made you realize you were already falling for him.

lovina speaks!: HELLO BABYBOOS THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! part 3 of i dont do footballers will come out either today or tmr!! thank you for the support 💗

PART 1 PART 2

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.5K

Warnings: the timing of jude being in mexico city for a while is probably inaccurate but shh thats okay.., reader is lowkey not thinking in the head correctly, airport love confession!!!!!!, mentions of y/n

Summary: It had been nearly a week since you and Jude started secretly sneaking around Mexico City late at night, but when he tells you to go back home with him to meet his family, you freak out.

THERE MIGHT BE A LOT OF SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES!!

You didn’t exactly know what you and Jude were.

You guys weren’t dating but you guys weren’t exactly friends.

You were more but definitely not dating.

You both were doing the things couples would be doing. Walking hand in hand through streets, kissing, hugging, going on secret dates— like it was a normal thing.

It was mind-boggling for you to have a summer fling with Jude because he was so famous and you were so you.

In your mind, you called whatever you and Jude were a summer fling because deep down you knew it probably wasn’t going anywhere after he would leave Mexico City.

You didn’t know if he thought of you guys as a fling but you sure as hell convinced yourself he had a bunch of girls in his messages where you were just one of them who got lucky.

You pulled the sneaking off at midnight secret off pretty good from your brother. He didn’t seem to suspect anything.

Besides when you would smile at your phone like a psychopath and giggle once in a while.

You knew that Jude and the team had been in Mexico City for a hot minute and you got a hold of a realization that he would be leaving soon, you just didn’t know when.

In a way, you didn’t want Jude to leave.. as much as it surprised you to think of it, he actually made your summer much more brighter and full of life. Your summer wasn’t boring now that you met him.

A text glowed on your phone screen, David was watching a random movie on the hotel’s cable.

hey, media stuff’s all done it was crazy.. anyway i have a flight early in the morning around 5am. any chance you can escape your brother again before i leave?

You bit your lip, knowing the plan you had was going to be risky considering it was bright sun outside. You sent the text.

actually yeah. meet me at my hotel, you’ll see where i am

“Hey D, I’m gonna go out for a walk.” You perked your head up.

“Okay- just be safe and punch anyone who tries to hit on you!” He called out as you slid your sandals on.

“As if anyone would hit on me!”

“YOU’RE STILL MY LITTLE SISTER! BE SAFE, Y/N!”

“Uggh! Yes, mom!” You sarcastically smiled, sandals making noise as you quickly walked to the elevator.

The hotel corridor is quiet compared to the streets of Mexico City. After getting onto the elevator, you stepped out into the sunlit atmosphere. The air still buzzing with post-game energy.

You found a relatively quiet bench in a small square near the hotel which was in an enclosed area, but still enough for people to see.

“Y’know.. for a girl who’s supposed to be incognito, you pick some surprisingly public meeting spots.” Jude slid onto the bench beside you, appearing with another baseball cap and a tired but genuine smile onto his face.

“What? You want us to go into the payphone or something?” You planted a kiss on his lips, giggling.

Jude laughed softly as he returned the kiss, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Isn’t that a bit cramped, don’t you think?” He leaned back into the bench and relaxed. “Besides, this is better.. normal.”

The distant sound of a car horn echoed in the distance. A cool evening breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree.

His thumb gently traces the back of your hand where it rests on the bench. “My mum was asking if I met a girl or something while I’m here.. said I looked like I was glowing.”

“Glowing? Wow, Bellingham. Maybe it’s time to soft launch me on Insta?”

“Mum’s not exactly.. social media. She’s more of family group chat, which is arguably worse.” His smile softened, turning to you. “She said.. if there was someone special, it’s nice and I should take you out of your shell.”

He pushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. He glanced around the quiet square, the sounds of the city a distant hum. The cap shadows his face but somehow highlights his expressions perfectly.

You nodded at Jude, swallowing hardly.

“Y/N.. once this is all over and the World Cup matches have came to a stop- I want you to come over.” He shook his head. “For dinner. Properly. Back in Madrid. I was thinking about what my mom said and she’s right. I shouldn’t keep a girl like you a secret.”

“Wha- Hm?”

You stuttered.

He watches your reaction, his own expression a mixture of anticipation. The weight of the invitation hangs in the air, way more than sneaking out and keeping things a secret.

“No paparazzi.. no crowds. Just you, me, my family in Madrid.”

“Jude- I can’t..” You chuckled slowly, you suddenly got this weird feeling within you like you couldn’t commit properly. You felt avoidant.

A playful grin faltered slightly, replaced with a look of concern. “Can’t or won’t?” He keeps his tone light but his eyes are still searching yours.

The playful ease of the moment evaporates, replaced by a sudden, heavy silence. Jude's arm remains around her shoulders, but his posture tenses slightly. The distant city sounds feel louder now, intruding on the space between them.

“Alright. I can take a hint.” He leans back against the bench again, but the space between them feels colder. He removed his arm around you. “I just thought... after everything... you'd want to.”

“After everything?” You scoffed. “We’ve only known each other for a week and a half! Almost- two!”

He turns to look at you fully now, his expression shifting from hurt to something more frustrated

“Yeah. About two weeks. Two weeks where you've snuck out to see me half a dozen times and kissed me to the point where I can’t even keep track of how much times your lips have met mine- for me, that's... that's something!”

You inhaled deeply, not thinking before speaking. “Okay well- it clearly didn’t mean anything.”

Jude now full of feelings, ran a hand over his face. “Didn’t mean anything? Seriously, Y/N? You think I do this with anyone in a short amount of time?”

“It’s just a stupid summer fling Jude!” You exploded and stood up from the bench, looking down at the hurt footballer.

Quiet filled the air as you raised your voice at him.

“Right. A fling.” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Really mature, Y/N. I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known better- You never really let me in, did you? Always never had both feet in the door.”

“Should’ve seen it? Oh so we’re doubting me now? Well I should’ve known better getting into a worldwide known footballer.“ You said, the argument reaching the peak of its height.

The words hang in the air, sharp and final. The two of you were now standing up face to face. Both of you had layers of disappointment and anger hidden by a distinct layer of anger.

''Yeah, you should've. And I should've known this was nothing but a distraction for you.''

The warmth and the comfort tone of Jude's voice was now a ghost.

''You don't get to decide what's a distraction for me and what's not, Jude.''

''You're right- but I can decide one thing. Whatever this was- Whatever we are- it was real. It felt genuine!'' He remarked. ''And it sure wasn't a distraction for me.'' He stood a step back, shaking his head once more.

''I'm not gonna beg or tell you what's right. I'm not gonna go against what you think is best, Y/N. If it's just a fling to you then.. we're done.''

''Fine, we're done. You can go back to your glamorous life and I can go back to my normal life without having to lie to my brother.''

Jude gave a slow, weary nod, his gaze dropping to the ground in front of him. ''Hope pretending was worth it then.''

He turned around and walked away, his shoulders slumping. The bench suddenly feels cold and empty. You stood alone for a moment, knowing you just gave someone so special up.

You let your feelings get into the way of what could've been.

-

Back in the hotel room, you were fairly quiet. You looked out of the window, the dark sky casting onto the world as you sat on a chair.

It had been a few hours since you and Jude called it off and it was eating you inside. You felt like a horrible person and the guilt was consuming you, your head full of poison.

''Jude's flying to Miami. Match against Norway.'' You mumbled, your knees pushed against your chest.

''Oh yeah? Back to real life, I guess.'' He sighed, looking over at you. ''Been a couple of perfect weeks, huh? Like it was pulled out of a movie or something. I almost don't want to go home.''

''Pretty perfect for you, I would say.''

David gives you a long, searching look. The silence in the hotel was unbearable for you. It stretched and developed into a thickening suspense you hated.

''Y/N, what's going on? Even since you came back from your walk you've been... off.'' He walked up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. ''I'm your big brother and I'm always here for you. So.. if anything's up. Spill the beans. I'm here.''

You shook your head. ''Nothing, I'm just tired.''

Just then, a notification from Jude popped up. Great, you thought.

i told the media manager to remove your name from any guest lists for future events. take care, Y/N.

Your heart drop to the ground. Your eyes glossed as you tried to look anywhere but reread the text message. You deleted Jude's number and turned off your phone.

David watched you for a long second, his expression softened with a mix of confusion and concern. He tossed you a bag of crisps.

''You barely ate at dinner. I saw. Whatever it is.. it'll be better in the morning. I promise.''

''Our flight home's next week, right?''

David nodded slowly, still watching you carefully. ''Yeah. Thursday morning. Gives us more time to be tourists. We could go sightseeing and do stuff without a ball.'' He chuckled. ''Unless.. you just want to go home early? We could probably change the tickets.''

You shook your head. ''No.. no. It's fine. We can spend time here until it's time for us to go. I'm gonna go to bed, love ya D.''

''Love you too, Y/N. Get some rest.''

You turned off the lamp and charged your phone. You buried yourself into your blankets, feeling like your heart was weighing down the mattress because of how heavy you felt it in your body.

You didn't know why you were going to bed if you were just going to wake up with an even heavier heart in the morning.

-

4am, the digital clock read. It was 4am and you couldn't sleep. You were tossing and turning, thinking about Jude. You had spent all your time in bed closing your eyes for what felt like an decade and nothing was happening. It was funny how you were the one who ruined things with Jude and he still managed to be the only thing on your mind.

You let out a sigh of defeat, turning on the lamp and sitting on the edge of David's bed.

He stirs, blinking slowly awake in the light. He squinted at the clock then at you. He slowly sat up on his bed, seeming confused.

''Dude- it's four in the morning. What's up?'' His voice filled with sleepiness.

''Don't ask any questions. Just listen to me, okay?''

David's face shifted from groggy to alert, nodding suddenly and sitting up straighter, giving you the signal that he's paying attention. The hotel room is silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

''You're good at this stuff, right? You know- the whole romance and love concept. I mean, you're nearly kisses and months away from promoting your girlfriend to your fiancee.'' A chuckle escaped from your lips.

David ran a hand through his bed-headed hair. ''Okay.. so we're having a 4am heart-to-heart, brother to sister talk about the big L. I'm all ears.''

You breathed and all in one, you finally confessed. ''Hypothetically... if you've been sneaking out to meet a special someone late out at night and you really really like him to the point you hide the whole thing from your brother- it works out surprisingly in a short amount of time but then one day it blows up in your face after he wants you to eat dinner with his family because you may have said we weren't anything serious and I just thought of us as a fling but it wasn't really a fling to me. It was more. I was just scared to let him see me because I convinced myself he already had a ton of girls out there and I don't matter and now he's probably at the airport.. boarding his flight to Miami and I can't do anything about it..''

Your brother's eyes widened, letting out a long, slow whistle. ''Okay- first.. breathe. And second- hypothetically.. we're talking about Jude Bellingham here.''

''Hypothetically.. your sister was dating Jude Bellingham for the weeks were here in Mexico City.''

David's jaw drops to the ground. He sits there stunned in silence for a full ten seconds. He connected the dots together. You always wanting him to go to bed first, you always wanting to go places alone, you always giggling at your phone. It all made sense to him in the end.

''Jude- Bellingham. Like from England? Like the guy that you said you hated and said that he wasn't all that and attractive? The one whose jersey I have been wearing for three days straight?''

''Okay- well I didn't say I hated him-''

''Not the point! Let me get this straight. You told Jude Bellingham- the man I've been losing my mind over and doing anything I could to speak to him or get him to look at me.. that what you both had was just a summer fling to you?''

You felt like David was slapping you in your face, although you knew he wasn't. He was just in shock. ''YES! BUT DAVID WHAT DO I DO I'M NEVER GOING TO SEE HIM AGAIN- He's at the airport right now!''

David swung his legs out of bed frantically, all of a sudden locking in and being focused like he's some spy in an action movie.

''No- don't think the worst. We're not letting him get on that plane.'' He quickly typed on his phone. ''Uh.. Mexico City International Airport.. I'm guessing. It's 4:30.. and I don't know when his flight is but seeing how you're freaking out- I don't think we have much time.''

''WE DON'T AND THAT'S WHY WE HAVE TO GO ASAP!''

''Okay okay! You're going to try and catch him- and tell him that he's an idiot and you're an idiot and that you're still mad- Y/N!''

By the time David was trying to giving a talk, you ran out of the hotel room with your baggy shirt and pajama pants, clearly missing the plot of everything. You heard David call out behind you.

''Y/N! DON'T FORGET YOUR SHOES!''

''Oh shit-''

You quickly ran back to the room, putting on your sandals and running to the elevator while David was back at you. ''I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PHONE!''

You burst through the hotel's doors and out into the pre-dawn air of Mexico City. People in the hotel room and the receptionist were all looking at you like you were crazy but David was there to reassure them nothing was going on with you.

You were already outside calling for a taxi. David quickly got inside the car after you and slammed the door shut.

''Step on the gas please- Of course without getting in trouble. We'll pay whatever you want!'' You said, settling in your seat.

The driver shrugged, puts the car in gear, and pulls away from the curb with a lurch. The city speeds by, dark and sleeping.

''What if he doesn't even wanna see me! He's just gonna discard me-''

''Y/N. Stop overthinking. Overthinking was the reason why you got in this airport mess in the first place. He literally sacrificed his time to sneak out into the city for you and invited you to come back to his house in Madrid to meet his family. His family, Y/N. No man who wants anything casual does that.''

You shook your left leg as the car was speeding through traffic. You were beginning to think you weren't going to catch Jude in time.

''Do you have a plan or anything? Do you even know what terminal he might be in?''

''I'll figure it out when we get inside.'' You thanked the taxi driver and gave him a big amount of a tip before pushing David out and exiting the vehicle. ''Jude's probably gonna hate me tons for this but the worse thing I could do is not try to win him back, right?''

''Yes- now- uhh, maybe look for a bunch of masculine dudes with big and strong mus-''

You hit your brother in the chest as hard as you could.

''Ow!''

''FOCUS!''

''Okay- sorry! Look for a group of a guys with bright blue Nike jackets.. Don't ask me how I know what they wear when traveling-''

You furrowed your eyebrows, your gaze scanning the big airport till you saw him. Till you saw Jude. He had his headphones in and he was almost about to give his boarding pass to the gate agent until you ran up behind him and said very loudly, ''I- I don't think you're a stupid fling, Jude.''

Hearing your comforting voice, he freezes. His hand stopped mid-air as he's about to give his boarding pass over. Jude turned slowly and pulled his headphones off. ''Y/N?''

The gate agent patiently sighed. Passengers walking around looking at the scene as they recognizing the famous footballer and the random girl.

''I didn't mean any of it.'' You paused before ranting on some more. ''You do mean something to me, you're not a fling and believe it or not.. Whatever we had felt real, like really real and it felt better than all of my past relationships. I know you don't want to see me and it's too late, and I get it. I just wanted to come here and apologize- even if you don't accept it. I was just scared about how you're so you and popular and I'm just me. So, forgive me or not I need you to know that I miss you and I will commit to you and that I'm sorry.'' You ended, teary-eyed and thankful you were able to confess to him before he left.

He stared at you, the boarding pass crumpling in his grip. The line behind him has gone silent. ''You think.. this is about you not being enough for me?'' He laughed. ''It wasn't about that at all.. it was about you not thinking I wasn't good enough for you.''

''You're good enough for anyone, Jude. Me specifically.''

''Also- did you run here?'' His gaze dropped to your messy hair and pajamas.

''Technically, I thought about it but I knew David wouldn't want that so we called a taxi.''

You pointed to David who was sitting on one of the seats at the waiting gate and he waved to Jude who returned it.

''You're mad. You're completely mad, L/N.''

''I want you, Jude. But don't let me stop you from missing your flight and your match against Norway.''

''Ah.'' He put his pointer finger up between you two. ''I won't miss anything.. but I will miss the feeling of when I do this.''

As soon as he said his last sentence, Jude pulled you by the waist and kissed you deeply. The gate area erupts into a mix of quiet murmur and the sound of photo cameras filled the spaces. David smiled at the sight.

Jude pulled back to rest his forehead on yours.

''Okay as much as I love this- you seriously need to get on that flight. I'm not taking no for an answer, Bellingham.'' You smiled at him, having a clear view of his face which enlightened you. ''We'll settle things once you follow me on Insta.. because I deleted your number but that's not the point- GET ON THAT PLANE!''

''Okay okay! Little miss bossy.. geez. I'll follow you on Instagram, promise.!'' He kissed you once more and disappeared into the walkway leading to the plane for the England team.

You watched until he was out of your sight with a big smile. Business went back in motion, everyone acting like nothing happened but you knew your face was going to be posted on every social media app ever.

Feeling successful, you walked back to your brother who still seemed interested and slowly clapped.

''I have a lot to explain.. don't I?'' You winced.

''Mhm. And we are getting something to eat while you do, little sister.''

David put his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to the airport exit, glad his sister ran to what she wanted the most.

lovina speaks!: i rushed this so much because i was getting tired but THIS IS THE FINAL PARTT hope you guys like itt!!

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc: ill add this later 😿

warnings: secret relationship, some kissing, first half of the fic is basically a flashback or a retelling of how you and jude got together!!, little mentions of y/n, not proofread so expect grammar errors!

summary: you love being jobe’s best friend but you also love dating his brother and keeping it from him til you both get caught.

based on this request!

it was movie night at the bellinghams.

like always, you were invited. your best friend since probably forever, jobe texted you about fifty times asking if you could come.

how could anyone say no to hanging out with the bellinghams?

it was fun between everyone. you enjoyed the dinners, gatherings, holidays together. it make something in your heart be overwhelmed with pure joy and love.

but what you didn’t know about was your guilty pleasure on his brother, jude.

you didn’t mean for it to happen.. it just played out.

you were always close to jude but you were closer to jobe, anytime you would come over there would be occasional glances between you and jude here and there.

you didn’t think anything much of it.

til you found yourself making excuses to talk to jude more. to touch him more.

and even jude was enjoying every single bit himself as well.

it all was established in the kitchen one night. 2am, the clock read on jobe’s digital clock.

you two were having your daily sleepover and you somehow couldn’t fall asleep.

tossing and turning was all you’ve ever known the past hour.

you turned on your phone which its glow dimmed the dark room to see jobe in a deep sleep.

“i probably just need water.. or something.” you mumbled to yourself, stumbling out of jobe’s bed quietly so you wouldn’t wake him up.

to your surprise, by the time you got downstairs, the warm kitchen lights were on.

you walked into the kitchen and saw jude sitting down on his phone, your face instantly burst into a smile.

you rang out. “can’t sleep?”

jude’s head perked up seemingly glad to see you. “yeah- actually.”

you smiled as you grabbed yourself a cup of water and slid into the seat next to him. “how’s football treating you?”

“it’s not bad. just gets tiring from here and then.”

“yeah well, you love it though right?”

jude put his phone down to look at you, a spark glistening in his eyes.

“yeah. it’s all i’ve known.”

there was a minute of silence between you two but it wasn’t awkward, it was more of a comfortable silence that you were okay with.

“y’know, when i first saw you playing football for real madrid.. all i could think about was wow.”

you smiled before taking a sip of your water.

“why wow?” jude tilted his head.

“because.. you’re just so.. you. and you’re insanely talented at what you do and i love watching you do it.” you swallowed confirming hardly. “and i’m just me.”

your breath hitched as jude was holding eye contact with you now. he seemed to be inching closer to you without realizing it.

“you’re not just you. c’mon, everyone knows that. you’re funny, smart, a joy to be around, you always know the right things to say to people, and you light up a room without trying.. all while looking beautiful.”

you nearly forgot that you and jude were hanging around in the kitchen and it probably wasn’t 2am anymore but you wanted him. you wanted to know how his lips felt on yours.

you knew it was wrong to get with jobe’s brother without even consulting about it.

but oh how you needed to kiss him.

you leaned in and he was leaning in with you and as soon as you knew it, you were kissing jude bellingham.

it started off gentle and slow but it progressively got deeper and more intimate— not that it would escalate into something more.

you both pulled away and instantly started laughing.

“guess we couldn’t sleep for a reason, huh?” jude teased, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i guess so.” you laughed back, leaning in to kiss him more.

after that night, you two had made it official between you guys. jude wanted to properly surprise you so he took you out on a little picnic on a private park.

he didn’t want to ask you out in the middle of a kitchen, he knew you deserved more than that.

you both were going to tell jobe about the relationship.

eventually…

“jobe- when is it my turn to pick the movie? i swear it’s been on your terms every night!” you huffed, hugging a pillow making sure to leave space between you and jude.

“i always pick the movie because i’m tired of watching the princess diaries and hearing you recite the whole script!”

“pipe down, jo. if she wants to pick a movie, let her pick the movie. i’m sure she won’t put on the princess diaries on this time.” jude butted in, his gaze trailed onto you, a discreet smile crept up on his face.

“oh great. my brother and my best friend going against what i say! why don’t you guys just date since you two think you’re so smart.” jobe gestured with his hands, clearly joking.

as soon as jobe said, “why don’t you guys just date”, you choked on you saliva as you swallowed.

“what?! me? date jude? no never!” you quickly panicked.

jude shook his head, laughing. “alright, i see how you’re going to be. just say my looks don’t charm you.”

“whatever, judie.”

“i mean.. you didn’t deny it.”

you and jude were going back and forth with your conversation which was making it painfully obvious that something was going on.

“AHEM! LET’S PICK THE MOVIE, OKAY?!” jobe slid in between you and jude, passing you the remote. “no princess diaries.”

“ooookay.. no princess diaries.” you mumbled.

halfway through the movie, you decided to get some more snacks and to stretch. “i’ll get more snacks, i’m going to the pantry.”

you walked in front of jobe and nudged jude’s foot with yours indicating to follow you.

making your way to the pantry, you pretended to look for more crisps.

“you know you’re being totally risky with this right?” jude said, leaning against the doorway of the pantry.

“we’re not being risky if we just be quiet, duh.”

he raised an eyebrow.

“we just gotta be quick with it!”

you pecked him on the lips, soon kissing him thoroughly as his hands found their way on your waist.

“okay- gotta head back. don’t want jobe to suspect anything more.”

“noo, c’mon. 3 more kisses!”

“those 3 kisses are gonna lead to a make-out while your brother is all alone in the living room wondering where we are.”

you giggled as jude kissed your cheek.

“i’m lucky to have you here with me, you know that right?” jude looked down at you, smiling ear to ear.

you shook your head as you leaned in to kiss jude once again.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

you heard the sound of a plastic water bottle hitting the floor.

“oh my gosh- ohmygosh-“ your eyes widened to see jobe, staring directly at you and jude.

“oh- bloody hell.” jude mumbled.

“if i was doctor strange.. I WOULD INSTANTLY HAVE A SPELL TO FORGET EVERYTHING I SAW!” jobe exploded.

“JOBE-“

even when jude cut him off, jobe continued. “NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THEIR BEST FRIEND EATING THEIR BROTHER’S FACE OFF! YOU TWO SHOULD’VE JUST GOT A ROOM!”

within a flash, jobe was out the door.

“please don’t tell me he run away from the house or something.” you turned to jude, resting your forehead on his chest while your eyes were closed.

“he didn’t take the keys. i’ll be back.”

jude gently put you to the side and made his way outside where he saw jobe sitting on the porch.

he silently closed the door behind him and sat next to his brother.

“how long?”

“uh, just a couple of months.”

jobe nodded.

“are you mad?” jude said.

“not mad.. just shocked but i wish you guys could’ve said something.” jobe snorted. “i didn’t want to walk in you swallowing her face.”

“i know. i’m sorry. she just didn’t want anything being weird between all of us considering that you’re her best friend.”

“well- i don’t think this makes anything weird between any of us. if anything it probably pulls us closer.”

“yeah? you think so?”

jobe smiled, nudging jude. “i always had a feeling you had something for her.“

“i’m really that noticeable, am i?”

“you’re lucky i love both you and y/n to the bone. just promise to not break her heart or.. do her dirty, alright?” jobe breathed, turning to jude.

“i could never hurt her. promise kept.”

lovina speaks!: i lowkey rushed this a bit but i wanted to post something 😿😿 i feel like this was really sucky so i hope this fic make your request come true!! thank you for requesting and remember i have a list of people who i can write for 💗💗

— lovina writes 2026

PEOPLE I WRITE FOR

pairing: jude & jobe bellingham + youngersister!reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: reader is the sister of jude & jobe, all of this is platonic and sibling love!!

summary: being the well-known sister of jude and jobe, you’re determined to vlog during the california family trip.

fic based on this request!

“HELLO AND GOOD MORNING FROM SUNNY CALIFORNIA!” you beamed, grinning into the lens. “welcome back to another vlog!” you flipped the camera to document the morning balcony view.

“here she goes aagaaaiinn. i thought i told mum to take away your camera..” jude mumbled and itched his head as he groaned out of bed.

“she thinks recording our memories together everywhere we go is nice- thank you.” you rolled your eyes, looking back at jude. “besides my subscribers would hate to not see you both of my screen anymore.” you fake gagged.

jobe peered over your shoulder. “hey vlog!”

“at least someone’s enthusiastic about my youtube career.”

“jobe, you’re encouraging her?”

“well yeah.. she encourages our football careers! so.. why not.”

“loosen up, jude! WE’RE IN CALIFORNIA!” you smiled at jude before looking back at the camera and seeing jobe checking himself out.

“jojo.. stop.”

“what! i have to look good for the fans!”

“you’re just posing for the edits.” you huffed. “now- stop and go put on cologne or something. you stink.” you teased jobe, swatting him away while laughing.

“it smells like a headache in here.. bloody hell.” jude said, waving to the camera at once.

“anyway.. don’t mind mr grumpy here. my brother just doesn’t know how to function without football for a day or two.” you propped up the camera. “i’ll be taking you guys everywhere we go today!”

jude groaned. “everywhere?”

“yes everywhere.” you sighed dramatically before turning the camera towards the him.

“you’ve been literally talking to that camera more than you’ve talking to us. hello! i want my sister back.”

“i literally said good morning to you and jobe.”

“doesn’t count. you said it to the camera.”

you turned the camera back to you. “see? this is what i have to deal with.”

-

by the time you arrived at the hollywood walk of fame, you had twenty minutes of footage.

you captured the flashing lights and the cool posters, musicians playing on every corner of the streets, dancers moving with the music.

and of course, you didn’t forget the thousands of stars beneath your feet.

“this is amazing..” you breathed, looking at your surroundings a bit starstruck.

as you slowly panned the camera to show the rest of the camera, a navy hoodie filled the frame.

“hey- wh- JUDE!”

“what?” he turned around, genuinely looking confused.

“you’re blocking the camera!”

putting on his innocent act and shrugging slightly, he winced. “sorry- i didn’t know you were recording!”

“you literally saw me press record from the moment we got here.”

as you and jude argued, jobe’s laughter filled your ears. you turned your head and camera over to record him almost spilling his drink.

“mate! you looked like bigfoot walking across the lens!”

jude pointed at him. “you’re next.”

you grinned, knowing people were going to love this moment between jude and jobe.

-

hiking to the hollywood sign sounded like an incredible idea.. until ten minutes into the walk.

“why did you guys agree to this.” you groaned while dragging your feet. dust flying up into the air.

“you were the one insisting we should make our way here- we told you it was a bad idea.” jobe laughed beside you.

you were now frowning. “my legs are already sore.”

“i thought you said you work out..” jude raised an eyebrow.

“i lied- and plus i don’t exercise as much as you lot do!- wait, would you considering running up and down the stairs to the kitchen exercising?”

“sure.. if you believe it is.” jude looking back at the camera which was with you. “want me to carry the backpack?”

“no. i’m fine.”

“i feel like i’ve heard you complain about it ever since we started walking.”

“i have not.”

“you have. big brothers are always right, sorry not sorry.”

before you could protest, jude reached over and took the backpack off your shoulders. you felt like you could finally breathe.

“you know,” jobe said with a teasing smirk, “for someone who acts like the tough brother.. jude’s actually kind of nice.”

“don’t start. kind of?”

“i’m just saying.”

jude shot jobe a look. “say one more word and i’m throwing this backpack down the hill.”

“i think someone pissed in his cereal.” you giggled toward the camera.

-

later that afternoon, you filmed the overlooking view of los angeles which brought you delight. you knew this had to go into your vlog because it just looked complete.

you had the perfect shot. it was cinematic and it captured everything you wanted it to.

you beamed to yourself finally getting a shot where no one was in your way and there was no bickering. until..

jobe walked directly in front of the camera.

“JOBE!”

“hm?”

“you. are. BLOCKING THE CAMERA!”

“oh. my bad.”

he smiled, still looking around as if acting like you didn’t tell him to get lost somewhere else.

“MOVE HELLO I’M NOT SPEAKING IN TONGUES!”

he burst into laughter before running away to mess with jude.

-

the next stop was santa monica pier.

the three of you wandered through carnival games, went on rides, and food stalls while your parents explored by themselves.

“ahh, married couple love. how wonderful!” you smiled, recording your parents hand in hand walking down the pier.

“you’re being oddly optimistic about everything today…” jude eyed you.

“yeah because-“

“WE’RE IN SUNNY CALIFORNIA!” jude and jobe interrupted you, speaking at the same time already predicting what you were going to end your sentence with.

“hey! how’d you know i was gonna say that! you guys really are my brothers..”

“we knew what you were gonna say because you’ve been saying that ever since we landed here.”

“this place is actually so pretty..” you said, turning the camera toward the big swing and the churro stand that was next to it.

jude looked over, jobe grinning over his shoulder.

“you’ve said that about every place we’ve been to.”

“because everything’s pretty!”

“you said the airport parking garage looked aesthetic. it’s literally cars. in parking lots. in a concrete building.”

jobe couldn’t stop laughing. “i mean.. i kind of agreed with her.”

you stuffed the camera into jude’s face, moving it in different angles.

“okay- let’s just get on the ferris wheel…” jude pushed the camera away from his face, trailing off beside jobe and walking into the direction of the ride.

“don’t worry guys, they love me.” you shrugged, showing the camera your face now.

-

a little after your quick trip onto the ferris wheel, jobe begged you and jude to play a basketball game he saw nearby.

“are you mad? you’re a footballer not a.. basketballer.” jude scoffed.

“just because my expertise is in football doesn’t mean i can’t play basketball.” jobe shrugged, grabbing a basketball. “i got this.”

you focused the camera on jobe who was now prepping to shoot the basketball.

“i have this on record! don’t mess this up!”

obviously, he missed. badly.

you had caught the entire thing on camera.

“you messed me up! my little sister messed me up. she messed with my head- no- delete that- that’s not fair.” jobe immediately ran to the camera.

“no! this is golden!”

“delete it.”

“nope.”

“delete. it.”

“why it’s funny!”

“i’ll buy you ice cream and a churro if you delete it.”

“…now we have a deal..”

-

by sunset, the three of you were on the beach walking along the shoreline filming the waves while jude and jobe were skipping rocks.

“this is probably my favorite part of today. the beach.. the sun.. it just fits in perfectly.” you said softly to the camera.

you breathed in the salty air, soaking in the moment. you were happy to be here with your brothers although they were annoying.

“i hope you guys had fun coming along with us on this journey-“ you said. “as much as i hate to admit it.. jobe and jude always make my vide-“

as soon as you were getting into your sentimental state, sand splattered against your legs.

“JOBE!” you gasped.

he stood a few feet away from you, trying not to laugh but the eye contact you two made started to let a low giggle escape his mouth.

“you threw sand at me while i was taking the time to talk to my viewers!”

“i barely threw any.”

jude now came between you two with a pile of sand in his hand.

the three of you lot stood there, silent.

“SAND FIGHT!” jude exploded into a shout, chasing you with his hand of sand while jobe obtained sand as well.

within seconds, you guys were chasing each other across the beach and you were laughing so hard the camera shook.

-

that night, you were back into your pajamas with freshly washed hair on your bed.

you plugged the camera into your laptop to edit which clips would go where.

jude and jobe gathered around the bed to watch the finished vlog after awhile.

your intro played, then the hotel clips, then the hollywood walk of fame, then the hollywood sign, then santa monica, and at last, the beach.

“hey! i thought you said you would delete that clip of me playing basketball!” jobe pointed at the laptop screen.

“well.. it was good footage. i couldn’t delete it! besides i got ice cream and a churro out of it.” you looked over at jobe.

the last part of your vlog was probably your favorite. the bloopers.

every single time jude accidentally.. or intentionally walked into the frame.

every time jobe photobombed the camera

every time there was a silly disagreement that sparked during filming.

by the time the video ended, everyone was laughing so hard you swore you saw tears forming in jude and jobe’s eyes.

“you guys interrupted me.. a lot. but it made the vlog better.”

jude perked up. “so you’re saying we should block the camera more often?”

“…no i didn’t say that.”

jobe butted in. “kinda sounded like you were implying it.”

“okay shut up! pose for the thumbnail!” you said, taking your phone out.

as you were about to snap a photo of you, jobe, and jude… jobe blocked the phone camera with jude’s iconic pose he does when he scores a goal.

“jojo.”

“what now?”

“you’re blocking the camera.”

“JOBE THAT’S MY POSE! PICK A DIFFERENT ONE LAD!”

lovina speaks!: thank you so much to anon for requesting!! requests are open, although publishing might be slow! i actually had fun with this one!!! p.s: my blog is something for fun that i focus on, it shouldn’t be anything that sparks up any hate or negativity!! im simply just here to write :)