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mchlgayser · 1 year

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can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

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corriganatheart · 1 year

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What Will Be Us (Final Pt. of "What Could've Been Us) Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Synopsis: After your ex asks for a second chance, you are left to decide between your first love and the man who picked up the pieces.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Genre: Second chance and love triangle.

You groaned as you stare at your reflection. The dark circles were very obvious and there was no way makeup can hide them. After your little talk with Jude last night, you could barely sleep. It was obvious that his words impacted you and now you’re struggling to comprehend what to do.

You sighed and touched your lips, remembering the feelings that he brought when he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. He wasn’t saying goodbye; he was asking you for another chance, and the kiss was his way of showing sincerity. At the moment, you also kissed back because you’ve missed him, and all the pent-up emotions were surpassing again. But you definitely feel guilty or upset with yourself after hearing Pedri in the kitchen with your mom.

Like always, Pedri woke up early, and you heard him laugh downstairs with your mom as they made breakfast. Like right now, you can hear him telling your mom about the times he had to chase you because you rejected him. Pedri was an honest and trustworthy boyfriend; that’s why you took a chance with him, but he definitely did not deserve what you did. And you know that telling him would only break his heart and trust in you. It will be a huge risk to tell him, and you might lose him entirely, but you've learned that avoiding confrontation will only cause more damage.

Changing into sweats and a crop top, you go downstairs, and Pedri's laugh, mixed with your mothers' is only getting louder. Like he can sense your presence, Pedri immediately turns to you as you walk into the kitchen. "Hey babe," he says while pulling you into a hug. "Good morning," you greeted both him and your mom. Your mother smiles at you warmly before she goes back to slicing tomatoes. "Pedri was helping me make beans, and I'm shocked that he picked up pretty well," your mother says with a proud smile as she plates the tomatoes. "What can I say, Mrs. L/N? I got a great teacher," Pedri says, causing your mom to laugh. You chuckle and start putting plates and cups on the table. Pedri examines you carefully, and you're sure he knows something is up but wasn't going to question you this early in the morning.

"Yeah, Gavi can have a huge temper, but he's a good kid," Pedri explains as he grins through his cup of juice. Your dad laughs, and Pedri winks at you. Your parents had always liked Pedri, but you can tell they liked him even more. The fact that they let Pedri sleep over only assures that they trust him. Jude was never allowed to stay at your place over 9:30 because your parents did not trust two hormonal teenagers together, so you always had to sneak him in. Also, your mom and dad had walked in on you and Jude making out several times, so it was only right of them to set boundaries, but with Pedri, despite him being a young man at his prime, they still trust that he wouldn't be sneaking into your bedroom. "How is Gavi’s relationship going anyways?” Your mother asked. You and Pedri looked at one another and snickered, causing your parents to glare at you guys, confused and annoyed. “Sorry,” Pedri clears his throat. “Gavi has finally caught on that his long-time friend might like him.” Your dad nods with a smile as your mom shakes her head. “Gosh, you kids. When are you going, to be honest with your hearts?” Your smile immediately fell, and you went back to eating your breakfast.

After breakfast, your parents had to go to work, and you walked around your hometown, showing Gavi all your favorite places. Both of you were wearing a mask, but some locals recognized you and greeted you, whereas some recognized Pedri and asked for photos. The city grew in size, and shops were all remodeled or owned by a different owner, so you were saddened that your childhood had changed so much. “Are you going to show me your school?” Pedri asked as he playfully swung your intertwined hands. You smile and nod, excited to show your boyfriend the place with the most important memories. But unfortunately, they were all reminders of Jude. “You’re beautiful; you know that?” Pedri asked with a grin and planted a kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and got on your tiptoe, and pecked his lips. This causes him to grin harder, and you immediately look away after realizing you had just kissed your ex-boyfriend a couple of hours ago and now your current boyfriend. It was a complication you really didn’t want to deal with, but it was bound to happen soon.

“Woah, the field looks recently remodeled,” Pedri says while staring at your former high school soccer field. You glare at the big sign that says, Home of Jude Bellingham, and it is pretty obvious the area was dedicated to Jude. You also read in the telegram that Jude was the one that donated money to rebuild this place because it had a lot of special memories. “Is this where you spend most of your time?” Pedri asked while staring at the banner of Jude that hung proudly on the fence. You shift your gaze and stare at the goalpost. As Jude had mentioned, this place meant a lot to him, mainly because this was where you guys had done everything together. The first time he dedicated a goal to you was here, his confession was here, your first kiss was here, and this was the first time you guys also admitted to wanting to be each other’s first. The field was the heart of your relationship, and if it is left to rot, your love is broken, so Jude had to take the measure to fix it.

“This place meant everything to me,” you said and started walking to the goalpost so you could feel it. “This was where I spent most of my time; even studying was done here,” you chuckled. “Jude loves it here.” Your smile faded, and you paused when that slipped out of your mouth. Before the stroll, you’ve reminded yourself that this was probably awkward and uncomfortable for Pedri, but he wanted to learn about your past. But you don’t want to mention Jude because Pedri knows how much he affects you. “We never got to talk about how you feel after seeing him again,” Pedri says behind you. You remain silent and guide Pedri to the sideline bench to get a clearer view of the field. “Pedri, you knew how much the breakup affected me,” you said as you sat down. Pedri takes his place next to you and puts his hand in his jacket pocket. “You can always be honest with me,” he says in a calming voice that sends shivers down your spine.

“I’m not sure; I’m struggling to figure out my feelings. As I mentioned before, he and I went way back, and we left things unfinished, so when I saw him again, I was very nervous. Jude was everything to me at one point and seeing him accomplish his dream, I was very happy for him. I don’t think he’ll ever achieve as much success if he didn’t leave me, so I’m somewhat thankful that he did. Is it fair on my part? Absolutely not, but there are times in our life when we have to be selfish,” you said with a smile, and Pedri knew that you were referring to him taking his chances with you even though he knew you were trying to forget your ex. “As much as I hate him for the breakup, I knew I forgave him as soon as I saw him. And seeing him again makes me realize how thankful I am for his time in my life and how much I missed him.”

The wind blew across the field as you and Pedri stared at the cloudy sky and the freshly remodeled area. Bellingham’s last name and the number 22 were displayed in almost every eyesight. He had become a star and a town hero, and you can’t imagine how famous he would be in a few years. Pedri was definitely a foreigner who seemed lost as his eyes wandered his surroundings, and you appreciate how much he cared for you, but you knew where this was going, and it was bound to happen. “I know you went out last night,” Pedri says. For some reason, you didn’t flinch or feel slightly scared because you know Pedri, and you know he would never raise his voice or do anything to harm you. “I am in love with you, Y/N, and my heart has belonged to you since the first day I saw you. But I knew yours belonged to someone else, so I waited another day, another month, and another year. I was a selfish bastard for chasing you when you needed to heal, but I have no regrets. I was happy with you, but eventually, I knew I would have to step back when he finally showed up again. But I love you more than I fear losing you, and if that means I have to let you go, then I will in a heartbeat because that’s what you do for the person you love.”

You immediately broke down crying, hiding your face in your hand like the person he is; Pedri pulled you in for a hug even though he was the one in pain. “We have to do what we have to do, right?” He mumbles while soothing your heart. You nodded and cried even more in his heart. Out of all the possible options you could have taken, you ended up hurting the most innocent one, and the fact that he didn’t even shame you for sneaking out to Jude shows how much he cares for you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Pedri. I never meant to hurt you,” you apologized while clinging to his jacket. You hear him softly yet painfully chuckle. “You’re only hurting me by hurting yourself, ángel; you did what your heart wanted, so don’t apologize.” Pedri lets you continue crying on his chest as he hugs you tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I have arranged a flight this morning; it leaves in a couple of hours,” he says while wiping the tears from your cheeks. You give him an apologetic nod, but he smiles through the pain. “You must figure out what you want and follow your heart, baby. But if by any chance in the future,” he mumbles before glancing away, wondering if he should say this, “by all means, if you ever find yourself thinking about me. I’ll be waiting and welcome you with open arms.”

You cried the rest of the afternoon, and you’re thankful that the house is empty because your parents would’ve sent you to the hospital due to the number of tears coming out of you. Pedri didn’t deserve this; no one deserves this, but you’re the cause of pain. Even though he seemed to be handling it well, you could see the tears that were surfacing, and you did not miss the tears that started pouring when he walked away. Even after your betrayal, he still cares and loves you and even forgives you, something you’ll probably never find again.

You look at the time on your clock, it reads 5 in the evening, and you slowly sit up. Your parents will be home soon, and you aren’t mentally prepared for their questions, so pull yourself together, and you prepare to go out for dinner.

Satisfied with the black sweatpants and hoodie, you fixed your face and walked to your favorite restaurant. It was pretty close by, and you’re glad because you were hungry and exhausted and needed energy. The walk felt like a workout, but you made it and pulled on the door to be greeted by a few strangers who paid no mind to the girl in sweats. “Take out, please,” you said as the hostess approached you. You can tell she was judging the way you look but asked for you to take a seat and wait anyway. “Feels like home,” you mumbled while closing your eyes. “Right,” someone responded, and you immediately jerked up and came face to face with Jude. He was also wearing a back hoodie and sweats, trying to disguise himself, but it wasn’t working. “What the hell, you’re going to get stormed,” you whisper while pulling on his hoodie’s drawstring so it can close his face. “Order the takeout for me, and we can eat it at the park, yeh?” He asked and shoved his card to you before he ran back outside. You groaned and went up to the judging hostess again.

Jude watches your miserable form as you slowly eat the sandwich on the bench. You know he was dying for questions but didn’t want to get yelled at. “Just say it,” you said, causing him to choke on his fries. “Sorry, you on your period?” He asked. You glared at him and shook your head, causing him to nod. “So what’s up then?” He asked. You stayed silent for a bit, just eating your sandwich, but after you were half done, you finally spoke again. “Pedri and I broke up because I realize I still have feelings for you.” This time Jude choked on his drink, but he was grinning. “Sorry,” he says sarcastically, “for Pedri.” You wanted to slap him, but you were too hungry for that. “So, what’s your plan?” Jude asked while eating his food happily. “You staying here?” You shrugged because you were not sure; your roommate would be so upset if she heard that you decided to stay. “Tomorrow, my flight leaves at 9:30 in the morning. Come with me,” Jude says. “What?” You asked, stunned by what he suggested. “Come with me to Dortmund; we can build a life together.” And that was the sentence you wanted to hear three years ago.

You couldn’t sleep all night again, but by morning, your luggage was packed and ready to leave for another destination. Your parents understood your decision and told you to follow your heart. Your dad was definitely disappointed but he hid it and your mom cried but was there to comfort you too.

Jude had texted you that he was going to the airport and asked if you wanted a ride, but you declined because there was still time to prepare. Taking this step is a massive part of your life, and you would never be able to go back to it, but it hasn’t one done. You didn’t go through all that for anything; you needed a fresh start.

“Don’t forget to text and call and visit,” your mother says as she breaks the hug. “I know, mom,” you reassure her, and your dad pats you on the shoulders. “Are you sure this is what you want, hun?” Your father asked. “I have never been more sure in my life,” you smiled. After saying your goodbyes to your parents, you start walking towards the line and looking around for Jude. He told you he was in disguise with some securities, but wouldn’t that draw more attention? He’s flying in a private plane; that alone already draws enough attention. “Y/N!” Someone calls out, and you glare at Jude, who is jogging towards you. He wore an all-black suit with sunglasses; so much for being in disguise.

“You want to be on the news so bad?” You asked sternly. Jude shrugs and points at his securities. “Eh, I’ll be fine,” He says causally. You rolled your eyes while he chuckled and pinched your cheeks. “Ready?” He asked, and your smile faded away. Jude notices it immediately, and he looks at your right hand, which is holding something. His smile fades away slowly as he processes what is happening. Neither of you moved or said anything as people walked past and announcers announced the time flights would leave. You squeeze the paper in your hand, which holds a destination different from Judes’

5 Months Later

“Yes, mom, work is going great,” you said while struggling to balance your bag and the stack of papers in your hands. “No, I haven’t yet. I’ll throw a housewarming party whenever you visit.” You tap your feet on the tile as your mother continues to speak. Your order was being made, and you would be late to work, but the coffee was worth the wait. Looking around the decent size coffee shop, you wonder if you should invest in it because the locals here love it. “Alright, love you bye,” you said.

After hanging up, you get a notification from Twitter about Jude’s contract ending. You completely broke communication with Jude five months ago, but he was everywhere, so you always hear about him. When you broke the news that you won’t be following him to Dortmund, he was hurt, but you knew you had to be selfish. Going back to him would be meaningless if you put so much effort into trying to forget about him. Also, you had to do what was right and start fresh instead of moving on from one guy to another. But this was the best decision you could ever make because you’re happy with a good job, a new house, and a neighborhood that you’ve become accustomed to. And you’re finally in control of your feelings again. “Y/N L/N!” The barista calls out, causing you to rush to the front.

“I’m going to be latteee,” you mutter while jogging down the sidewalk. People had pushed and cursed at you because you kept bumping into them, but you could care less right now. “I’m so sorry,” you kept apologizing, and you think you accidentally spilled some coffee on a guy. “Y/N?” Someone asked, and you froze because you recognized that accent very well. You turn around, and the sunlight hits your eyes, causing you to flinch a little, but when you regain your composure, your heart starts beating faster at the sight of the man before you. “Pedri,” you murmur, and he smiles at you. Gosh, that smile. “Hey,” he says and glances at the stack of paper in one of your hands and the coffee in another. Something unique and beautiful appears in his eyes after realizing that you aren’t a tourist but a local. “How are you? You look great,” he compliments while staring at your smile. You feel your cheeks warm at his presence and your body reacting familiarly. “Good. I moved here five months ago and am working around here. What about you?” You asked. Pedri laughs, causing a couple of people to pause and really look at him. “You’re in Barcelona, and you’re wondering why I’m here?” You embarrassedly looked away because it was a stupid question, but his presence was messing with your brain. “I didn’t think I’ll bump into you like this,” you said while looking around the crowd that was starting to form. “Me too; how come we didn’t know you were here?” Pedri asked, his face turning into a frown. You sighed and checked the time on your watch. “Because I wanted to start fresh and become confident with my life before I reach out to you guys. And besides, my former roommate and Gavi has been on vacation so I haven’t been able to talk to her either,” you said, “I knew you’ll understand.” Pedri smiles because that’s true; he always understands.

You look at the crowd, realizing that this is Pedri in the flesh and not just a look-alike; they are all staring at the two of you but keeping their distance. Your phone starts to ring, and you know it’s from work, but you don’t want to leave things like this. “Pedri, I-I,” you stuttered, struggling to say what you had to because you were so happy and flustered to see him. “Why did you choose Barcelona, Y/N?” Pedri asked. You stay silent for a bit, wondering what to say, but you say the most obvious. “Because of you.”

He smiles, and you do the same, heart and mind only thinking of the man before you. Pedri then opens his arms, and you chuckle because of how cheesy it looks. But with no hesitation, you put your coffee and paper on the floor along with your bag before you wrap your arms around his waist and him holding you tightly. “You can stop being selfish now Pedri because I am only yours.”

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