If I Was The Interviewer I Would Fold Right There And Then

if i was the interviewer i would fold right there and then

sweet | jude bellingham.

⤷ in which jude takes up the role of nurse. (wc: 1.4k)

CATEGORY: fluff

TROPE: established relationship

WARNINGS: foul language, sickness, mentions of insomnia.

A/N. i'm certain we've all been feeling a bit under the weather, so hopefully this helps to lift your spirits. this isn't my best work but it's whatever, also i hate the ending so please ignore that…feedback is very much appreciated, i hope you guys enjoy <3 happy reading!!

"No. Hell no."

All you could reply was a hum; if you attempted to open your mouth, it certainly would end in another fit of persistent coughing.

In a matter of seconds, Jude stands over you from your seat at the kitchen table, shutting your laptop before quickly snatching it away from you.  

"Enough revising. You need to rest."

"Jude.” You whine softly. “I swear I'm fine." You hardly said anything, and sure enough, a string of terrible, heavy coughs began. The brutality of their withdrawal instantly causes an ache in your chest, and it makes your thumping migraine even stronger. 

Jude pulls out a chair beside you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand. It was obvious that he wasn't happy with the degree of heat he felt radiating from your forehead and prominently red cheeks. 

He saw you differently when he was this close to you, though he couldn’t deny that except for the slight redness on your nose and cheekbones, your face was absolutely colourless, not considering your obvious undereye bags, which were also a sign that you also didn't get enough sleep the previous evening. You had felt so out of it that sleep had been completely impossible, and you had spent hours rolling over and over in bed. 

"Baby. You’re burning up." It was unclear to Jude what was making him feel worse. It could’ve been the fact that you were ill, or knowing that you were denying your body the much-needed sleep it was longing for.

Though he’d been home for the duration of the week, save for training; he himself had been nursing a shoulder injury, only to end up not following his set instructions to rest. When he saw you seated on the kitchen table with your eyes strained on your laptop screen at half past midnight, he began fuming. 

You disregarded him with a shrug and shook your head, arguing that everything was well with you. Yet like you, Jude was stubborn as could be, and you knew he wasn't about to let this go and leave you be like you were hoping. 

"Okay, up you get." he whispers as he scoops you up into his grasp. He pulls you off the ground, his arms sliding beneath your legs as you wrap both of them around his waist. He turns his face towards yours and smiles brightly before planting a kiss to both apples of your warm cheeks, moving on to your nose, then placing one last one on your lips. You kiss him back momentarily before you yelp softly and pull away as if you'd been burned. 

"No, Jude! You'll get sick." You reprimand him as he shrugs and leans in to kiss you once more, before pulling back and starting his journey upstairs to the bedroom. 

"Don't care, I can't go without kissing you." He says and giggles at the feeling of you tucking your face in the crook of his neck. He carries you to your shared bed, and you're practically slack in his arms. You weren't even walking, though the thumping of your head was getting more intense by the second and the feeling it began to produce was utterly vile. The burning behind your eyes was making you want to end it all, and the feeling had continued up until Jude tucked you beneath the duvet, bathing you in the warmth of the bed and the darkness of the room.

Jude lowers himself by your side of the bed, eye level with you as he leans forward to place a kiss on your heated forehead. You hold out your hand towards his face and cup his cheek, stroking it with the lightest touch you could muster. 

“Thank you.” You say with a gentle smile. 

He grabs your hand in both of his, and places a soft kiss onto your knuckle, before pulling back and smiling softly as he brushes a stray hair off of your face, pushing it behind your ear.

"Babe." He laughs delicately. He leans in to press a soft kiss onto your lips before breaking into a smile. "You don’t need to thank me, y'know? That’s why I’m here. I want you to feel better so I can kiss you as much as I want without you worrying that I’ll get sick." He says with a sickeningly sweet smile as you gaze up at him lovingly before you remember the instructions his physio gave him, making you narrow your eyes at him before pinching his cheek softly. 

“You're supposed to be resting too, ‘Mr Dislocated Shoulder’. Get under here before I call your mum.” You threaten him jokingly and he yelps softly, laughing and walking over to his side of the bed. He climbs into the bed and under the covers before scooping you up into his arms and moving his chin to rest onto your head. 

Jude’s hand caresses your arm softly, his finger moving along it slowly and almost featherlike, and you reach your hand up towards his face to pull him down so he’s level with you. Smiling at him brightly, you slot your lips against his and kiss him sweetly. They move in sync for what feels like ages, though it's only a couple seconds. When you pull away, you can feel yourself about to fall asleep and you feel so fucking relieved. At the rate you were going, you were never going to admit you needed to get some rest.

It goes silent for a while and Jude thinks you've finally fallen asleep until you call out his name almost inaudibly. If it weren’t this quiet in the room, he would’ve never been able to hear it.

“Jude.” You say and he hums softly, letting you know he’s heard you and you go on. 

“What would I do without you?" You giggle softly as his face washes with a light blush. Yawning loudly, your words start to slur together in your sleepy state as the fever begins to speak for you. 

“I love you. You're my favourite person, y’know that? Thank you for taking care of me.” Jude chuckles and squeezes your frame tightly, making you squirm in his hold before he, too, closes his eyes for some much needed rest and speaks for the final time before the two of you fade into sleep.

"I love you more. And I'll take care of you all the time, even when you try to convince me that you don’t need it." He presses a final kiss to your neck as a chuckle leaves him again when he feels you cuddle deeper into him. 

"Get some sleep, baby.”

THE FOREHEAD KISS. I CANNOT

jude is a dom by blood and you can clearly see it when you guys are having sex but to your suprise he is still a dom other than that like when before you even ask for him to zip your dress he would have already zipped it up,whenever he is driving he would have one hand on your thigh, you feel so tiny whenever he cages you against a wall whenever you are in a club,or wanna tell him something but can't infront of everyone, he would always have a hand on your waist whenever you are in public.

okay but this had me 🫠😳

always making it perfectly clear that you are his princess, his girl and that he is gonna do almost everything for you. always making sure people know who he belongs to in the most subtle yet dominant ways. Him always hiding you from all the photographers with his arm around your waist so you don’t get lost, always taking your heels off for you after some event, him unclipping your necklace and always making sure to leave at least one wet kiss on the back of your neck. The caging you in between himself and the wall one? Him dipping his head down so he can hear you, hands on either sides of your head so you are somewhat more private and people cant peek too much or see too much. Or you ordering a drink at a bar and he is behind you, chest presses against your back and his hands on your hips or waist so everyone arounds knows you are not to mess with whilst he is watching bartender’s every single move. Him ALWAYS and I mean always opening the car door for you no matter what because that is ‘his job and not yours’. I just know he would say something like ‘just sit and look pretty f’me, love’. Anyway. Immediately yes. Thank you very much.

every time i see a post match interview with jude i realise im not built to be a reporter because the way you have to stand so close & basically have jude towering over you & make intense eye contact my knees would buckle and id start stuttering like crazy