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judebellvngham · 10 months

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Hi can you possibly do like an angst with Jude and like the reader and jude are movjng to spain but like last minute she tells him she doesn’t want to stay there or something like that, maybe because of a job she got somewhere else?

you can do it however just something like that if you want

OUR PLACE , jude b.

notes: i really loved this request so i wanted to make it the first imagine on my acc :)) i’m not sure how much i like this but i hope you enjoy it .. i also added fluff at the end because who doesn’t love fluff

not proofread!!!

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“this place is beautiful” you say taking in you and jude’s new apartment in madrid. it was a surreal moment for both of you guys- finally living together in a whole new country. it was scary to say the least, and you thought it was something you wanted up until you actually had to leave.

it was immature of you, to not tell jude about your doubts of moving with him but everything happened so fast because you were sure he would understand. but with the transfer and him just being so happy about being at madrid you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you weren’t going to stay.

jude smiled down at you his eyes glistening with love that would’ve made any other girl drop to their knees, but all you could feel was guilt. you don’t know how it got to this point, all you knew was that as soon as you got of that jet reality hit you like a train wreck.

as much as you loved jude you couldn’t just leave all that you worked for just to support his needs, you had things you wanted to accomplish too. and you wanted to be there for him, truly. just not here.

“yeah, i can’t believe we are going to be living together- like a dream innit” his voiced laced with contentment.

you sighed deeply before giving him a smile, but your eyes showed something deeper.

“yeah a dream.”

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after a while of trying to settle you sat on the floor looking for food places near you and jude sat next to you tapping away on his phone.

“i still don’t understand why your bags aren’t here.. i swear i’ve called multiple times.” jude said frustrated letting out a huff.

at this your body stiffness and you go quiet biting your lip, you knew he was going to bring it up at one point. the thought of just telling him ran through your mind but your body just wouldn’t let you— you just continued scrolling through the phone.

“you put yours with mine right?”

you sighed, “i don’t know jude, i’m sure they will show up eventually.” you said not wanting to talk about it anymore.

he scoffed and looked at you, “i mean i paid for the bags to get here today, so no i don’t want to hear ‘eventually’ that’s just bs.” he looked back down at his phone and started typing.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before talking, “they aren’t coming jude.” your voice was low and full of disappointment.

jude snapped his head up towards you his face completely unreadable, “what?” it sounded almost like a laugh when he said it.

“they aren’t com—” you started but he cut you off and it almost sounded like he was confused.

“no- yeah i heard you the first time..” jude trailed off, guessing he was trying to understand what you meant by that.

you turned to face him before you started again, “i sent them back home.” and with that you genuinely couldn’t tell what he was thinking right now.

“you what?”

he wasn’t yelling but he might as well have been figuring you were already about to start bursting into tears. “jude..” you grabbed at his hands and he let you.

he let out a soft laugh, trying to hide how confused he felt right now.

“im so confused right now baby, what is happening.”

your breathing started to pick up but there was no backing out now. you picked at his hands and he just continued to look at you, and you couldn’t believe you had to break his heart tonight.

“i sent them back, because i’m not staying here jude. i can’t.” tears threatened to come out as you spoke.

he was still quiet so you continued to speak. “i mean- i just it’s just all too much for me, this isn’t my life.”

his face scrunched up, “what do you mean this isn’t your life?”

“i mean it feels like.. sometimes i’m like living for you? like i’m just giving up my life for you.. and i can’t do that anymore.”

“i still don’t get it y/n” he gave you a look as to explain.

“i stopped going to school for you, i stopped working for you, jesus jude i left my home for you. the only place i ever knew just for you, i just need to do something for me for once.” and of course jude had no idea that you felt this way and the intention wasn’t for him to you just felt that you needed to get it off your chest.

“so what? you were just lying this whole time? why would you even tell me you wanted to move here with me when you didn’t.”

he took a small pause, “and i never asked you to do anything of that, that was your choice- all of this was your choice so don’t make it seem like i made you do any of that.” his voice started to raise.

and he was right, he never made you do any of that. he never asked anything from you but support and it just went a little too far. but your face dropped when he started to pull his hands away from you.

jude was just completely out of it, he didn’t know at all what to think this was mad. how could his own girlfriend do something like that.

you scrambled to your feet and you couldn’t feel anything but hurt in your heart. “jude i have a new job back home, i have to work and support myself- i don’t kick around a ball and get paid for it jude.” and for some reason you were starting to get a little pissed.

“i can support you, i told you that!” you rolled your eyes at this because he still couldn’t grasp your point.

“jude i can’t rely on you to provide everything for me! i won’t let you do that.” you raised your voice at him while the tears that were welling up earlier started to pour out, and you quickly wiped it.

jude’s eyes looked so pleading and it almost made you fold but you couldn’t. it’s like he needed he you so bad to just say that this was some joke.

you weren’t shocked that this is the way this was going but god you wish it hadn’t. “are you upset?” it was a stupid question but you had to ask something.

“am i upset?” he looked at you as if it was the most unbelievable thing he’s ever heard.

“am i upset that my girlfriend lied to me? and came to whole different country with me without the intention of staying?”

“i’m jumping of fucking joy” he spat walking away from you muttering curses to himself.

you trailed behind him trying not to get upset at his attitude since this was your fault technically, “okay jude but you have to understand where i’m coming from..”

“i have to?” he scoffed walking through the hallway.

“you should!”

you follow him into what was supposed to be our bedroom, already having a king sized bed placed in the center of the big room. you watch as he plops down on the bed his back sinking straight into it.

he let out a loud groan whilst running his hands down his face. “what am i supposed to do now?” he says as you sit next to him on the bed.

“jude.. ”

he stayed quiet and all you could hear was his heavy breathing. “you told me you wanted this.. us together like this. what changed?”

his hands started to tremble trying to think of what to say, because he genuinely didn’t know why all of a sudden you started to feel this way.

“are- are you falling out of love with me?” jude blurted out, his voice shaking. he didn’t even know where this question came from but he felt like he had to ask.

you could’ve sworn your eyes almost jumped out your eye sockets because how could he think something like that.

“jude. why would i ever stop loving you, almost everything i do is because i love you.” you explain with your voice trembling.

“so why can’t you stay with me?” jude’s voice was low almost like he didn’t want you to hear him, he hated being emotional in front of you but at this moment he couldn’t help it.

“i’ve already told you jude, i have a job and a life back at home i can’t let it go now.. i’ve worked too hard to just let it all go..”

he was now fully sat up looking at the plain white wall in front of us. it was such an uncomfortable and tense silence you just wish you could go home and cry your eyes out. this was horrible.

he also wanted to cry and tell you how messed up this whole situation was. but nothing came out seemed like the only reaction he had was putting his hands over his face.

you grab his hands away from his face, but he turns his head to avoid making eye contact with you. he was disappointed and you understood why he felt like this completely, i mean springing this up on him the day you guys were moving in have to be too 10 worst ideas.

“jude look at me please.” you pleaded biting down on your bottom lip.

he slowly turned his head to face you, and his pouty face just made you smile taking his face in your hands making him look at you. as you continued to smile at him he couldn’t help but smile too- you were just so beautiful to look at he felt like he could admire you for hours.

“i’m sorry love, i should’ve told you. but you were just so happy- with the transfer and everything i couldn’t ruin that.”

“if you would’ve told me before i would’ve been a lot more understanding than i am now.. you know that.” jude sighed.

“i know..” you pulled his head into your shoulder taking his head in both of your arms massaging the back of his neck in circles.

you hear him let out another sigh of contentment which made you smile, “if it makes you feel any better i’ll be here for 3 weeks with you.”

“for some reason that doesn’t make me feel better but at least i’ll have you for a bit.”

“so are you okay? with me leaving?” you asked lifting his head back up.

“am i okay with it? no, absolutely not.” he answered and you let out saddened sigh.

“but i will accept it and continue to make our relationship work, because i love you and don’t want to lose you.” jude said and you smiled throwing yourself on top of him basically straddling him, both of you giggling.

“of course my girlfriend has to want to be an independent woman.” jude shook his head and you both laugh.

he wrap his arms around you his hands on your lower back.

“we should go ahead and break in this bed huh?”

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xxenia14 · 10 months

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La Masia Reunion

Summary: After being separated in La Masia, y/n, Gavi, Ansu and Balde reunite.

Story written by AI/ChatGPT because I am uncreative as anything 🤣 don‘t like ChatGPT written stories, don‘t read it. Hate messages and name calling is unnecessary!

Gavi, Ansu, Balde, Ousmane and Frenkie were in the midst of their own intense title fight as they played for FC Barcelona's men's team. Their focus was solely on their own matches, so they hadn't been paying much attention to the activities of the women's team. However, fate had something special in store for three of the five, during an FC Barcelona Femeni Champions League game.

Apart from Ousmane and Frenkie they had all trained together in La Masia, Barcelona's renowned youth academy. There used to be a fourth person in their group and they were inseparable during their time there, but circumstances changed when La Masia opened a separate location for the girls' team, across from Barcelona. They had lost touch with their female counterparts, including the girl they called their sister, the new number 14 on the women's team.

Barcelona Femeni had been dominating the match, but in the 60th minute, there was a substitution. A young woman wearing the number 14 jersey took to the pitch. Gavi, Ansu, and Balde glanced at each other, feeling a strange sense of familiarity as they watched her play.

The woman's movements were incredibly reminiscent. Her precision and skill when crossing the ball were unmistakable. Gavi's heart skipped a beat, and Ansu's eyes widened in realization. Balde's face lit up with a mix of surprise and joy. It was their long-lost sister, their friend from La Masia.

Excitement filled their hearts as they exchanged quick glances, confirming their shared realization. Unable to contain their emotions any longer, the three friends jumped up from their seats, leaving Ousmane and Frenkie perplexed. They sprinted down to the edge of the pitch, cheering and calling out her name.

The rest of the stadium was puzzled by their enthusiasm, but the woman in the number 14 jersey caught sight of the familiar faces that had once been so close to her. A smile slowly spread across her face as she recognized Gavi, Ansu, and Balde. Tears welled up in her eyes as the flood of memories rushed back.

The final whistle blew, and Barcelona Femeni emerged victorious with a 3-1 scoreline against Bayern Munich. The woman ran toward the touchline, and the friends eagerly embraced each other, unable to contain their excitement. They congratulated her on the victory, pride beaming in their eyes.

Amidst the chaos and celebration, they found a quiet corner of the pitch where they could catch up on all the years they had missed. They laughed, they cried, and they shared stories of their journeys since separating in La Masia.

As the sun set behind the stadium, the five friends made a promise to never let their bond fade away again. They vowed to support each other, celebrate each other's victories, and stand by each other through the highs and lows of their respective careers.

After the unforgettable reunion at the Champions League game, the men's and women's teams were scheduled for a joint training session. It was a chance to foster camaraderie and celebrate the success of both the teams.

The training session kicked off with a warm-up, as both teams exchanged laughs and friendly banter. Excitement filled the air as Gavi, Balde, Ansu, and Y/N found themselves on the same team once again. The chemistry they had developed in La Masia immediately resurfaced, as if time had never passed.

As the training progressed, their play became a mesmerizing display of teamwork and precision. Gavi orchestrated the midfield, showcasing his vision and passing skills. Balde's lightning-fast pace and dribbling prowess left defenders in his wake. Ansu's clinical finishing and Y/N's technical finesse added the perfect touch to their attacking combinations.

Their understanding on the field was impeccable, as if they could predict each other's movements before they even happened. It was a beautiful reminder of the countless hours they had spent together honing their skills in La Masia, where their synergy had been nurtured.

In the culminating event of the training session, a mini football tournament was organized. The four friends, Gavi, Balde, Ansu, and Y/N, stood side by side, ready to take on the challenge.

Their opponents were fierce, but the connection between the four of them was unbreakable. They effortlessly combined their talents, seamlessly passing the ball between them, and executing intricate plays with precision. Each goal they scored was a testament to the bond they had forged years ago.

With their remarkable teamwork, the team led by Gavi, Balde, Ansu, and Y/N dominated the tournament. They advanced through each round without facing any significant challenges. Their fluid style of play left the opposition in awe, as they showcased the magic that had once made them unstoppable in La Masia.

As the final whistle blew, sealing their victory, they huddled together, smiling brightly. A photo was taken to capture the moment, them standing side by side, united by their journey from La Masia to winning the in-house tournament.

The photo was shared on social media with a caption that read, "From La Masia teammates to winning the in-house tournament. The bond forged in youth, reignited on the pitch." The picture became an instant hit, resonating with fans who appreciated the unity and talent displayed by the FC Barcelona family.

With hearts full of pride and memories of their time together in La Masia, Gavi, Balde, Ansu, and Y/N embraced each other, grateful for the opportunity to reconnect and showcase their extraordinary abilities once more. As they celebrated their victory, they knew that their bond would continue to fuel their success, both individually and as a team.

Their journey from La Masia had come full circle, reminding them that the power of friendship and shared experiences could transcend time and bring about extraordinary moments on and off the football pitch.