#also did you just call him jude honey | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mar3ggiata · 7 months ago

Text

professional help, c33. Liquid dinner.

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END, LOVE YOU!!

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, EDs and death.

song to listen to when reading this: Like it tends to do, Lizzy McAlpine

abstract: This is a very sad chapter honestly. Close to the end also, don't get your hopes up cause I'm telling you, it's not ending well. I should know, I'm from the literal future. So yeah, messed up things. Jude's a liar man, I've always told ya. She might seem all confident, smart, sexy, funny… whatever...

'I fucking hate you so much'.

She spun in her chair, covering her face with her hands, while Honey giggled from his seat. It was three in the afternoon, the day after her chat with Simon. She was at the listening post, they had lunch together, her, Roman and Honey after working at the code all morning. She had to reveal she had a look at it the night before, they argued for the first ten minutes asking why she got to see it before the others. 'It's because I'm privileged, let it go.' She admitted, a small smirk on her lips. 'No seriously, why didn't we know you had it, how did you get it?' Honey asked. She bit her lip, thinking of what to say to make the matter sound somewhat legal. 'You know the guy with the mask?' She said.

'Yes, unfortunately I have seen him.' Honey.

'Scary dude, what about him?' Roman.

She crossed her arms in front of her. She was wearing a comfy sweater under her very elegant blazer jacket. 'He gave it to me yesterday.' She explained. 'We worked together before, we're friends.' She said. All true, no? They're friends.

Honey mumbled something under his breath. 'That's not fair!' argued Roman, he went on some more saying how unfair it was she could see evidence before them just because she was friends with that scary soldier. They resumed their tasks, trying their best at cracking the code. It took longer than anticipated. They removed all the letters from the paper and examined the back, what would have been at the back of the newspaper page. They moved them around in the large table that once was Roman's desk, trying to make out a message. After lunch, she felt tired, she wanted and deserved a nap. Her contact lenses burned her eyes, plastic wrappers and boxes of Chinese takeout were scattered all over the place. Roman was yawning from his side of the room. That was when Honey figured it out. 'I fucking hate you so much'.

She spun in her chair, covering her face with her hands, while Honey giggled from his seat. She approached his desk. 'I found it I think', he said. 'I divided the letters in diagonal like this…' He drew a line with his finger and parted two sections of the original code. 'And I switched them…' She helped him move the letters, until she started to see it too. Words were starting to form. They found a pattern in the setting of the letters, which resembled the choice of cutting capital letters and lowercase letters. They found some of the words were already in English, some needed translation. They were written in English letters, but were Serbian words. 'Novo…' she mumbled while setting the four letters aside. It meant 'New'. It was Roman who was sent to call Price this time. He ran through the corridors of the base, saying sorry to every person he bumped into while trying to get to Price's office.

Unfortunately for him, he found Ghost first. 'Oi!' He called out, making Roman stop in his tracks and turn around. 'You in a rush?' He asked, taking a few steps in his direction. The young linguist looked up at Ghost, his eyes piercing through his soul through the skull plate mask. He mumbled something about the listening post, which clearly interested Ghost in the conversation. Listening post meant Alba. 'We need Price, we figured it out. The code, you know...' He was able to breathe out while regaining his composure. 'She with you?' The other man asked, before starting to walk towards Price's office. 'What…' Roman struggled to follow Ghost's fast walking pace, 'Oh Jude? Yeah, why?' He was given no answer. They both urged Price to follow them and, once in the listening post room, they found Honey and Alba at the desk, hunched over looking at the characters scattered around.

'It makes total fucking sense!' Alba shouted at the door, before awkwardly covering her mouth with her hands, realising Price and Simon were there. Roman let out a loud laugh, joining his two colleagues, even Honey seemed happy and joyful more than Simon ever saw him. He watched Alba smile at her friends, moving one more letter on the table, writing the message on paper. 'S… T, E and R…' Honey whispered. Once they were done, Price and Ghost were allowed to look at it and read it. Alba's eyes encountered Ghost's. Just for a second. She was happy, she was proud. She was gorgeous, he liked how the blazer jacket fell gently on her hips, he liked the strands of hair that were covering the sides of her cheeks, rosy cheeks. He liked the fuzzy sweater she was wearing, a warm beige sweater. He could touch it, feeling the softness.

The message made, indeed, total fucking sense. It said Novo Groblje, which meant new cemetery, it said 'twenty one, one, two two three', which they supposed meant 21st of January of that year. Novo Groblje was a cemetery complex in Belgrade. She stood by the table while Price and Simon examined their work. She patiently waited for them to read the message and ensure they were satisfied with what they saw. It was Simon's look that gave it away. His eyes, his gaze immediately rose to meet hers, he looked at her with dilated pupils, his kind, chocolate brown eyes. He was amused. Price told them they did a good job and to keep up with the listening post for a few more days, just in case they needed any more information about the trafficking, but other than that, they were done.

She went out that night. She put on a dress for the first time in ages. There weren't many bars open too late, Honey suggested drinks to celebrate, Roman said yes, Gaz overheard and took it as the best opportunity to ask her to go out with them. She said yes, she went home and went on a run with Jinx. She was so happy she could't even manage to sit still. She was ecstatic, she had a drink before going out, she had gin hidden somewhere in her kitchen. She wore a dress, just below the knee, it was cold out. It was tight around the waist but fell gently on her hips. Black lace adorned her ribcage, a pattern that looked like flowers on the skin of her breasts. She curled her hair, she put on earrings that looked like pearly rain drops. She wore heels, and got a cab, she didn't want to drive. She intentionally arrived twenty minutes late, she found Roman and Honey at a table in the corner, they were drinking beer. Kyle and Soap were at the counter speaking to a man she didn't know. Kyle whistled when he saw her walking in. 'Look who finally decided to stop working…' He gave her a quick side hug, which she reciprocated, then said hi to Soap. 'What are you drinking?' She let Kyle buy her a beer, she didn't bother choosing, whatever he was having was fine. She noticed his eyes travelling on her figure as she leaned on the counter, she allowed it. They sat for an hour at the table with her two other colleagues, she dragged the soldiers towards Honey and Roman so they could be all together. The conversation was simple and easy, anecdotes and funny stories. She was hiding a yawn with her hand and debating on going home when Johnny gasped. 'Look who showed up…' He whispered, causing her to turn around in the booth, looking towards the entrance of the bar. At eleven in the evening on a Saturday, Simon Riley made his way inside the bar, a crowded bar even. Black mask, leather jacket and, something she had never seen before on him, sneakers. He looked in their direction, a nod of the head to signal that he saw them. He approached the counter to order a drink. Alba got up a minute after, trying not to make it seem too obvious. She said she was gonna get another beer, she asked the boys to watch her purse.

Her heart started beating at a much quicker pace upon seeing him. Did the others invite him, was he there by himself? Maybe he didn't want to be bothered. Was he there to see his friends? She approached him, walked behind him and stood at his right. He turned towards her, his eyes not even reaching her face, slowly making their way up from her naked calves to her chest. 'I wasn't expecting you to come', she crossed her arms in front of her chest, forcing him to look her in the eyes. 'I can leave if you don't want me here.' He replied, to that she smiled. 'Can I buy you a drink?' She offered, making his heart skip a beat. 'To thank you for stealing classified evidence for me.' She said. He allowed himself to stare at her for a few more seconds before replying. Her hair was wavy, falling gently on her shoulders, her makeup shiny on her eyelids. She had some kind of eyeliner on that made the emerald green colour of her pupils stand out. Her cheeks were warm from the alcohol. 'How many have you had?' He asked. He realised he was flirting without even trying, he felt like he was giving in this kind of sin. She was the sin. He felt like the setting, the bar, the fact they were surrounded by strangers, dressed differently from their day to day… It made him feel like he could speak to her that way. 'Just one!' She sat on the stool behind her, reaching his eye level. 'Do I look drunk?' He smiled and shook his head. While he ordered their drinks, she gave their friend's table a look, finding Soap and Kyle staring. 'You guys celebrating?' She concentrated back on Simon. 'I told you Honey would figure it out.' She replied. He didn't have a balaclava on, he had a black surgical mask and the hat she gifted him for Christmas. He partly took off the mask, letting it hang on his right ear, so that his uncovered side faced the wall. She watched him take a sip of his drink.

'They know you're Alba' He said. She nearly choked on her beer.

'I told them you're Alba… by accident.' He corrected himself, like he needed to get that off his chest. She went pale under the lights of the bar.

'What…'

'I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking and I let it slip. Johnny and Gaz...' He looked at her, suddenly apologetic, like a lost puppy. She swallowed a lump in her throat, her blood rushing to her ears. What a way to ruin the night. 'It's fine.' She managed to mumble.

She was still recovering from that information when he spoke again. 'How are… hum.. how are rehearsals going?' He tried to change the subject to make her forget about his terrible revelation. She looked at him appalled, her eyes wide. 'Uhm… good.' She replied awkwardly. He was terrified his attempt to change the subject didn't work. His expression made her giggle, that awful silence between them made her facade crumble. 'Sorry, I'm gonna have to stop speaking to you, you're terrible at keeping secrets', she commented. He seemed to relax, his shoulders less tense. He was really afraid he'd upset her for a moment.

'That's not true…'

'Ah, you told everyone my one secret...' She was smiling at this point, dimples forming in her cheeks. Her left canine teeth was chipped. He drank some more. 'So… rehearsals?' He asked again. Her chest tightened, he really wanted to know? 'It's been hard, there's this one lift which is pretty intense with my dance partner', she fidgeted with a napkin on the wooden counter… 'But the hard part is Snow Queen really, there are 16 fuettés at the end of my first entrance which I can't seem to get right, cause I jump a lot during that part and I get tired, I don't think my left foot is strong enough for those many turns, you know, 16 fuettés is kind of a lot…' she rambled, maybe talking more to herself than to him at this point. But he was there, and you best believe he was listening. 'And then I can kinda relax in the second entrance, but still I got very embarrassed the other day cause I could only get five or six before getting dizzy…' she seemed to suddenly realise he was there. She covered her mouth with her hand, almost self conscious she might have said too much.

'What is a fuetté….' asked Simon.

She smiled, she giggled. 'Sorry… it's a turn on pointe, you turn and then you open your leg to spin again, and again…'

'16 times?'

'16 times, yes.'

'Sounds like a lot. Can't you do less?'

Her smile grew bigger, she felt giddy talking about her dance routine with him. 'That's the choreography…' He nodded. 'Are you getting deployed to Serbia?' She asked, her tone soft, he almost didn't ear her over the music and the noise of chatter in the bar. He shook his head. He explained they had soldiers there already and him and his task force were getting ready for another mission, they were going to get briefed the day after. 'Maybe they'll call you for this one as well… help us out.'

'You finally admit I was helpful then', her pure, proud, cheeky expression made him smile a bit.

'I never said you didn't help us numerous times.'

'What's the mission?' She asked. He said he didn't know yet. They heard a whistle coming from the table where their colleagues were sitting. It was Kyle urging them to go sit with them.

'I made it pretty obvious I left them there to come talk to you…'

He felt like the people around them disappeared, the noise, the smell of booze. She sat beside him or rather in front of him, her heels propped up on the stool, her lacy dress flowing, she looked like a lily, the flower. It could not be real, he couldn't even remember the last time he felt like that, drawn to someone, wanting to get close, touch her arm, feel her skin against his own. And be touched, and be hugged by her, he wanted her attention, he wanted her to look at him, acknowledge him at all times, he was special to her and he deserved her special treatment. He got chosen, over all the others, she just said it, there it was on paper. He didn't imagine it. 'You wanted to talk to me?' He asked, a breath. She leaned into the counter, she heard him cause she was closer. She nodded. 'Why?' He asked.

She smiled. Without putting on a show, she let her hand travel on the counter, until the tip or her pointy acrylic nail poked his finger, wrapped around the beer glass. 'Is it so strange that I want to?' It's not? Did she see past it? The mask, his appearance, the scars, the trauma, his attitude? Or was he never really Ghost when he was around her? Of course he was, she was just so strong and clever to just… see Simon as well. 'I'm not really…', he tried. He didn't push away her hand, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers. Her hands were cold.

'I don't really do this? I don't know when was the last time I actually… you know…', he didn't need to finish, she nodded. She didn't look pitiful. 'Do you want me to tell you why?' She murmured. He didn't really think she had a reason. When he nodded, she started to speak. She looked down at their hands, her fingers brushing his, not really holding his hand, rather exploring the patterns in his skin, tracing them with her nails. 'I think you're kind. You've always been nice to me, considerate. I can tell you care. You know, after last year and Arash and all…' she stopped to take a deep breath, '...it felt nice to have you.' He felt faint. She wasn't done. 'At Christmas and New Years…I think we're different and there are many things you experienced I can't comprehend and stuff about me that you wouldn't get, but… I don't know, I like spending time with you. And speaking to you.' She looked at him with the end of the sentence. His mouth was dry, he felt a strange ringing in his ear. He debated getting out of there, it all sounded absurd, it sure didn't apply to him. She spoke again. 'Was it too much?' She asked.

He was quick to shake his head, but words were just not coming out of his mouth. She let go of his hand, taking a sip and finishing her half pint. He imitated her. 'I guess…', he began, terrified waiting too long to reply would make her think he didn't somehow feel the same. 'I don't know, would you want to… I…' he stuttered and stopped, like he was checking his surroundings, like he was bracing for impact, '…would you like to go out maybe, to eat…' She had this adorable upside down smile on her face, her eyes glistening. 'Yes, sure.' She said.

He stared at her for a few more seconds, to ensure she wasn't gonna spontaneously combust after saying yes to that date. A date. She looked even more heavenly now, like he saw her under a different light. A date. He heard Gaz's voice behind him, probably coming towards the bar to ruin the moment. There were two women dancing to the music and laughing loudly. He heard the noise fo glass shattering on the floor, as someone dropped his drink. He watched her fix a strand of hair behind her ear, he thought he didn't really care at this point. She was his date.

'Want another beer?'

notes: so so late at night for my standards, apologies if you see any mistakes!! happy chapter, I feel full of love after writing this, too bad I'm gonna start writing the last chapter soon... as I promised hell, hell I will deliver. I feel like now is a good time to announce the follow up series to professional help, THE NIGHT OF THE TARANTULA, which will be posted in the next few months, featuring alba, simon and many others!! can you guess what I will be about?

taglist: @random-fandom-smoothie

@ghostlythots @sweetfemmefatal @natxpat @chavarriakeren647 @ravenmoore14 @farther-than-pleiades @internallyscreamings @hwromi @atoxicrat @cuti3maddi3 @deafeningkittenblaze @its-celeste @serene-hills @lexidoll12 @poohkie90 @lunatiquess

@warmedbythebody @katzykat @iristhemuse @azkza @keiraslayz @abbyandermine @jennyjencakes @dest-nai @corset-briefs @nutze-kekse @ilytsukiw @b3anspr0ut

@pondsblog @missyouzoe @fallenkitten @bigauthorrascalturkey @bethtay @angelynn-nicole @starluv @stargirlisworld @giyuuslittleslut @impossiblecupcakelight

@rkrivees-blog @ghosts-hoe @kam1snotverysmart @gauky76 @freyjaaasstuff @spicyspicyliving @scottpilgrimvsmyfists @courtney0-0 @shinchanboi @darling006 @my-therapist-hates-me

23 notes · View notes

lolly-in-a-strange-land · 17 days ago

Text

The Rabbit and the Viper

Six

Getting up was a necessity at some point and when Randy returned from going upstairs and charging his phone, he found Maggie awake. She had migrated from sleeping on the couch to the sliding glass door. She was watching the sky as dusk settled and the sun began to dip below the skyline. Her gaze drifted to the pool and it was another thing she’d not seen before. She didn’t even know how to swim.

She startled when he hugged her from behind, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

“You good, sweetheart?” He asked.

“You have a pool.” She said, softly.

“You live here too, Maggie. You can use it.” He replied.

“I can’t swim.” She said.

“Well, when we get back on the 1st of May, I can teach you.” He said.

“Promise not to splash me.” She giggled.

“I make no promises about that.” He said.

She whined and he laughed at that. As night settled around the house, Maggie curled up on the couch. She thought about the commune again. What were they doing? How was her mother feeling? Several days ago, they’d celebrated her brother’s wedding to Chastity, and now they were having to deal with the fact she had run away.

It was approaching 9pm and unless there was a celebration, that was bedtime. She shifted and got up, approaching the bedroom. Randy was inside, packing a suitcase and he glanced at her as she hovered in the doorway. She didn’t seem to know what to do with herself now.

“Hey, babygirl, you ok?” He asked, walking around the bed and sitting down, taking her hands and guiding her over.

“It’s time for bed?” She asked, softly.

“Is this what time you’d usually go to bed?” He asked.

It did explain why, when they used to text, that her replies would drop off after 9pm. She still seemed so unsure, but her small body settled on his lap with a little encouragement. And she smiled when he kissed her forehead, lingering there. She smelled like honey and vanilla. It was almost nostalgic, like the scent of Summer.

“Yeah, I’d usually go to bed at 9pm. But I don’t have to, right?” She asked.

“You go to bed whenever you feel tired, Maggie.” He said.

“At the compound, do you think they’re mad at me?” She asked.

Guilt. She felt guilty for what she’d done. It was to be expected. She’d been in that environment for so long and it would take some adjusting for her to get used to this new world. Of course, she was bound to feel some sort of guilt. Her mother and brother were still there, and regardless of her relationship with them, they were her family.

“I guess maybe they’re worried.” Randy said.

The real answer was one he didn’t want to give her. Like most young people, he’d gone through a phase of watching true crime documentaries. It was fascinating and something he and Cody had talked about a few times. One of them had been about Charles Manson and it had been equal parts fascinating and shocking. Men like Manson were narcissistic, self-absorbed and liked to be in control of everything.

He was fairly certain the man who ran The Children of God, the man Maggie called Jude was just like Charles Manson. It wouldn’t be that Jude was worried about Maggie, it would be that he’d feel a loss of control that one of his flock had escaped his reach, that she could potentially tell others what the cult was doing using her platform. A million people had tuned into Maggie in Motion, partly for a sneak peak at a real life cult, but also because the sweet, young woman on his lap was kind, enthusiastic and compelling. They’d been drawn in by the car crash quality of it, but stayed for her.

“The atonement lashing would be really severe if I went back.” She said. What. The. Fuck?

This was yet another horrifying layer of The Children of God. What was an atonement lashing? Part of him didn’t want to know because it meant having to hear her discuss it and she’d been through so much, but he wanted to know, because she deserved to know that it would never happen again.

“What’s an atonement lashing, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Jude takes you down to the room below the chapel. It’s dark down there and the bed isn’t comfy. You take your top off and he punishes you.” She said.

That same anger from earlier felt like it was overtaking Randy again, because this man, this Jude forced her at some point to strip and whipped her. She looked up at him, mistaking his anger at Jude for anger at her.

“I made you mad. I’m sorry.” She whispered, softly.

“Understand me when I say I’m not mad at you, sweetheart,” He said, “I’m mad at a man that thinks it’s ok to do that to a woman.”

“I’m lucky. I’ve only had it done a few times.” She said.

Lucky?! He couldn’t believe she counted herself as lucky. She’d been whipped on three separate occasions and she counted it as lucky.

“That’s not luck, Maggie, that’s cruelty. It shouldn’t have happened at all. At no point should you have been treated in that way. Fuckin’ hell, I’ve never wanted to hurt someone as badly as I want to hurt the ‘man’ that did that to you.” He said.

“Y-you want to hurt Jude?” She asked, sounding uncertain.

Surely it was a sin to want to hurt someone as devout as Jude, but a little thrill ran through her at the thought and she felt guilty for it again.

“He laid hands on you, sweetheart. Do the male members of the cult get that same punishment?” He asked.

“No, because men aren’t hysterical and prone to disobeying like women. Jude said it was because of Eve, that women were like her.” Maggie said.

“Of course, he wouldn’t do it to a man. He’s a fuckin’ cowardly piece of shit.” Randy said.

Maggie shifted and she snuggled up against him. She was shaking now, small body vibrating with fear. The fear of a beating that would never happen again now she was safe.

“Y-you won’t hurt me?” She asked.

“God no, Maggie. I will protect you until my dyin’ breath.” He said.

“I will protect you too.” She murmured.

“I always wanted to be protected by a 4 foot 10 woman. Makes me feel super safe.” He said, chuckling.

“The mocking is unappreciated.” She said, and she giggled.

“The mocking is what you’ll have to put up with, babygirl. It’s how I show affection.” Randy said.

“Oh, well….you’re just mean.” She said.

“I think the hobbit I’m dating protests too much.” He teased.

“What is a hobbit? Is it short? Are you mocking my height again, Randy?” She asked, giggling again.

“I’ll show you Lord of the Rings at some point. And you can see what a hobbit is.” He said.

“4 foot 10 isn’t short.” She said.

“Isn’t it? I wasn’t aware we were livin’ in an alternate dimension.” He said.

“Ugh fine, maybe it is short.” She said.

“Don’t sound so sad, babygirl,” He said, lips brushing against her ear, “I like that you’re short. I can just pick you up and move you. When we start exploring the more intimate side of our relationship, I think you’ll like it too.”

“You’re making me all blushy.” She whined.

“Sounds like a good incentive to keep talking.” He smirked.

“Q-quit it.” She said.

Her hand lifted and covered his mouth, which was probably a terrible decision on her part. She squealed when he licked her palm, yanking her hand away.

“You licked my hand.” She said, incredulous.

“I was imagining it was your pussy, sweetheart.” He said, and her little squeal of shock almost made him laugh.

Her reaction alone was enough of an incentive to continue. She blushed profusely, giggled and then tried to shove him until he caught both her wrists.

“No, this isn’t fair.” She whined.

“My poor babygirl, at my mercy.” He said.

“When I get free, I’ll get you.” She said.

“Amuse me by trying, Maggie.” He said.

She squirmed a little, but couldn’t get free. Her face broke into another smile and she giggled again. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. She squeaked when he yanked her closer and her face was inches from his. He freed her wrists and cupped her face, admiring her. Up close, she was even more beautiful; the brown of her eyes was like a warm chocolate laced with honeyed undertones. Her lips parted, lower lip fuller than the upper one, soft like the inside of a rose.

“You are so beautiful, Maggie.” He said, and her eyes flashed with anxiety.

“You really think so?” She asked.

“From the first moment I saw you under that awning, sweetheart.” He said.

Her eyes drifted away and her lower lip wobbled. He’d overwhelmed her and she was clearly unused to compliments and had obviously never been called beautiful.

“Why did you speak to me that day?” She asked.

“I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I felt bad that you got soaked by that asshole in the Toyota, but when you turned and looked up at me, it felt like my world came to a standstill, Maggie.” He said.

“Does that happen often?” She said, and smiled shyly.

“No, it doesn’t happen often. This was a first in a lifetime kinda experience for me, sweetheart.” He replied.

“It was a first for me also.” Maggie said.

She was rewarded by him smiling and it made him look younger, features softened by the smile. She leaned against him again, not wanting to move. He stroked her arm and kissed her forehead again.

“I need to finish packing, sweetheart.” He murmured.

“Should I just put my stuff in there?” She asked, motioning to the suitcase.

“Yeah, until I get you a suitcase.” He said.

She reluctantly got off his lap, leaving the bedroom to get her small amount of stuff. Her jeans and t-shirt and undergarments barely took up room in the suitcase. It was only then that she realized that she didn’t have her night gown. She’d left it behind and she headed downstairs, tapping Randy on the shoulder as he was setting the security alarm. He looked at her and smiled again.

“What’s up, babygirl?” He asked.

“I don’t have a night gown.” She said.

“And I take it bein’ naked ain’t an option.” He teased.

“You’re silly.” She said.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He said, and finished setting the alarm.

It beeped to signal it was on and he took her hand, leading her upstairs and into the bedroom. She watched him open the large floor to ceiling closet, pulling out a t-shirt. He turned and handed it to her. She accepted it and smiled, heading to the bathroom to change. He’d have to be patient if he wanted to see her strip in front of him and for her, he could be the most patient man in existence.

She returned, wearing just the t-shirt. The material hit mid thigh and that patience was tested by the sight of her legs, smooth and porcelain. She blushed again, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, looking shy. She climbed onto the bed and snuggled down under the comforter. Maggie watched him get up and stretch.

The squeak that left her lips when he removed his t-shirt made him exhale a laugh. When he looked round at her, she’d hidden herself under the comforter. He unbuckled his belt, popping the button on his jeans and tugging the zipper down, discarding them and approaching bed, climbing in next to her, laying on his side and leaning on his elbow to watch her.

“Don’t know whether to feel insulted that you’re hidin’ under there, or flattered.” He said.

“Are you decent?” She asked, shyly, voice muffled by the comforter.

“Depends on your definition of decent, Maggie.” He grinned.

She shifted under the comforter, peeking out at him. She lowered the blanket fully and the bed moved as she shifted closer, doe eyes lifting to look up at him.

“There you go. Good girl.” He murmured.

Her cheeks colored red again and her hand lifted, touching his chest. He made no move to touch her, allowing her to go at her own pace. Her hand grazed his collarbone and then moved to his left arm, tracing the lines of the tattoos.

Only then did he move his arm so she could explore. His hand came to rest on her lower back and she didn’t protest when he pulled her closer. Maggie was fascinated. Tattoos were strictly forbidden for The Children of God. A couple of the newer members had them though but kept them covered. Randy’s covered both arms and his shoulders. The top of his left arm was decorated with skulls, a little further down was a thick tribal tattoo, below that was a dove with its wings spread out and underneath that there were roses.

“These are so pretty.” Maggie said.

“Not the word I’d use, but thank you, sweetheart.” He said, waiting for her to notice how close they were.

Her gaze lifted and her nose almost bumped his. She smiled shyly, lips slightly parted. And she didn’t flinch when he kissed her. She still kissed in the most tentative way, pouring her emotions into it and pressing herself right up against him, losing that anxiety. His mouth moved against hers and she yielded, allowing him to lead the kiss, moaning softly against his lips.

He groaned into the kiss and pressed his hand against her lower back, palm splayed against her. She offered no reluctance, no fear and he carefully moved that hand, gripping the soft skin of her thigh. Their lips parted and both of them were breathing heavily. Her brown eyes still carried that hesitance and her comfort was far more important than the heady, overwhelming arousal coursing through him.

Maggie had never felt any of the unfamiliar feelings she had at the moment. Heat had pooled in her lower tummy, collecting itself somewhere between her thighs in an ache that wasn’t unpleasant. It felt like her body needed something, what that something was, she had no idea. His hand moved from her thigh and touched her face, fingers caressing the skin on her cheek.

“Do I get a good night kiss like that every night?” She asked, softly.

“As long as I get one back.” He murmured.

She nodded and blushed again. She blinked, but it was slow and tired. When her eyes finally closed, he kissed her forehead, lingering there. She slept well for the most part, but woke in the early hours after having a nightmare.

His arms wrapped around her again and her back pressed against his chest, lips near her ear, whispering soothing words to her, until she drifted back to sleep again.

******

Morning coated the house in a golden glow and they had breakfast together. And she got to try a cappuccino, a foamy type of coffee she’d never had before. It was bitter, but had a taste that she liked, unlike the watered down coffee the commune had. Once they were dressed, they left the house, driving to the airport.

This was new to Maggie too. The parking lot of St.Louis airport was filled with cars and it was vast and something she’d not seen before. They walked hand in hand to the departure lounge. People milled around; carting suitcases and going to the duty free shops. They had to join a line of people for a check of some kind. She’d never walked through a metal detector before.

Again, the departure lounge was filled with people and she followed Randy since he seemed to know where they were going. A woman’s voice announced flights and times, informed people to board and asked that someone with a blue Honda move the vehicle. Outside the huge floor to ceiling window, planes arrived and took off and Maggie had never seen one before.

They were loud and she felt genuine fear, watching one take to the sky. It was like a huge metallic bird. It disappeared above the clouds. Boarding the plane was another new experience for her.

“Where’s the suitcase?” She asked, as they walked down a strange tunnel.

“With all the other cargo on the plane.” Randy said.

She nodded and looked relieved. She was nervous, that much was obvious and she hadn’t let go of his hand, eyes flitting around at everything that was happening around her. Stepping onto the plane, she followed him up the aisle towards first class. A curtain separated the two areas. The seats were better with more legroom, which mattered when you were 6 foot 5.

“You want the window seat, sweetheart?” He asked, and she paused before the plush recliners.

“So, I can see the clouds?” She asked.

“Yeah. It’s entirely up to you though.” Randy said.

Maggie smiled and stepped out of the aisle and seated herself in the window seat. He sat next to her and took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“You good, Maggie?” He asked.

“Nervous.” She said.

“I get that. I’m here and if you get scared, hold onto me.” He replied.

She nodded, gratefully. She peeked over the seats as best she could, watching as other people boarded. They all looked calm so it must be safe. Once everyone was on board, a woman in a blue outfit stood at the front of the aisle, holding a seatbelt and demonstrating how to fasten it, then she demonstrated how to apply oxygen masks and signaled to where the exits were, all the while a chirpy voice directed her.

Once that was done and seatbelts were fastened, the engine sounds changed and grew louder. Maggie squeaked when the plane began to move, it was like a car now, driving down the runway, engine becoming louder, picking up speed. And then the front wheels left the ground followed by the rest of the plane. Maggie felt like her stomach had bottomed out and she turned her head, burying her face in Randy’s shoulder. He kissed her forehead and gently stroked her hand. The plane tilted and she whimpered as it did so. Why was it doing that?

It was still ascending and when she peeked out the window, they were amongst the clouds, almost floating there. The plane had steadied itself now and after about 10 minutes the seatbelt sign turned off. She was alarmed when other passengers started to unbuckle their seatbelts and move about.

She was amazed when a trolley filled with drinks was wheeled down the aisle, pushed by the same lady who’d shown them how to put the seatbelt on and done safety checks.

“Any drinks?” She asked.

“Maggie, sweetheart, you want a drink?” Randy asked, and she nodded.

“Can I have some water?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, sure thing,” He said, then looked at the stewardess, “Two waters please. Can we get the food menu too, please?”

The lady nodded and handed over two bottles of water, two glasses filled with ice and two laminated menus. Maggie started to relax and she poured the water into the glass. She leaned against Randy and smiled when his arm wrapped around her.

“Need somethin’ with a good amount of protein in it.” He said, scanning the menu.

“That’s important?” Maggie asked.

“For me, it is. Gotta have a strict regime to maintain my body, sweetheart.” He said, and she peeked at him, like a little rabbit.

“So, no cake?” She asked.

“No cake, babygirl. I could probably eat a whole one, but no cake.” He said.

“Like one of those really big birthday cakes?” She giggled.

“Yeah, I could crush one of those, but I’m strict about my intake and my exercise.” He said.

“How much exercise?” She asked.

“Five days a week, working on different parts of my body. Saturdays and Sundays are the two days I don’t work out.” He said.

“I like how you look.” Maggie said.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“How?” She asked, pouting.

“Can tell by how you look at me, how red your cheeks get,” He said, glancing back at the menu, “And by how you were pressing yourself against me last night in bed.”

“Q-quit it.” She giggled.

He laughed at her protests, turning his head briefly to kiss her forehead. Maggie looked at the menu. The options available were a steak served on a bed of asparagus with thick cut fries, spinach and ricotta tortellini drenched in a creamy white wine sauce, and the final dish was salmon with vegetables glazed in pea and asparagus sauce. She’d never had any of it before and wasn’t sure what to pick.

“Can I have the tortellini, please?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll probably get the steak.” He said.

Maggie nodded and the lady in the blue uniform reappeared, she took down what they wanted to eat and asked if they wanted a drinks top up. The food arrived midway through the flight and Maggie stared at it. Pasta wasn't something she’d ever had before. It wasn’t a food served at the commune.

“It’s pasta.” She said.

“Yeah, that’s what tortellini is, sweetheart.” Randy said, and he almost laughed at the confused look on her face.

She started eating it though and her eyes lit up. It’s amazing to watch her enjoy a food she’d never had before. She ate the whole lot, wolfing it down, making him almost choke on the steak when he laughed. Once they’d eaten, she curled up against his side, dozing. The plane landed an hour or so later, touching down at T.F Green airport.

Maggie followed him off the plane to retrieve the suitcase and she was amazed by all the people. They caught a cab to the hotel near the venue in Providence and Maggie spent a lot of time, staring out the window at the city and pointing things out.

The hotel was right near The Dunkin’ Donuts Center, or The Dunk as the locals called it. They got out of the cab and the driver grabbed the suitcase from the trunk, handing it to Randy and wishing him good luck tomorrow night. The Holiday Inn they checked into was filled with more people. Maggie stayed holding his hand as they headed to the elevator.

“Orton.” A familiar voice called.

Randy glanced round and Maggie followed his gaze. A guy was walking over with dark hair and a broad smile. She recognised him from the photos Randy had sent her from Salzburg. Cody Rhodes.

“Hey man, you good?” Randy asked.

“Yeah, absolutely, Bit delayed gettin’ here and had to wait to check in.” Cody said, smiling more.

“Anyone else arrived yet? Do you know if Beth is here?” Randy asked.

“I don’t think she’s here yet. She’s on her way, texted me from the departure lounge.” Cody replied, and his gaze went to Maggie, who was still clinging to Randy’s hand.

“I need a favor from her,” Randy said, and he followed Cody’s gaze, “This is Maggie by the way.”

“Afternoon Maggie,” Cody said, holding out a hand. Maggie reached out and shook his hand, “Great to meet you. Honestly, I thought Randy had made you up.”

“Fuck off, would ya.” Randy said, pulling Maggie closer and making her smile.

“I’ll text Beth that you want to speak to her. We might all meet at the hotel restaurant later anyway for a meal, if you’re both interested.” Cody said.

“Yeah, I could definitely go for some more food. Shoulda seen the size of the steak I got served on the plane. Fuckin’ toddler sized meal.” Randy said.

“My flight was only an hour so they gave us the snack box thing, but I couldn’t have any of it. Layla liked it though, teased me mercilessly.” Cody said, sighing.

“Sucks to suck, I guess.” Randy said.

“Fuck off, you wouldn’t have been able to have any of it either,” Cody said, “I just wanted some mini Oreos. Anyway, I’ll text you the time for tonight and I’ll see you both later.”

“Sure thing, see you later.” Randy said.

He tapped the button for the elevator, leading Maggie inside once the doors slid open.

#randy orton #randy orton fanfic #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #The Rabbit and the Viper

7 notes · View notes

footballfanficwriter · 2 years ago

Note

Can you plz write a part 2 for the break up? 😭

The Break up pt2

Summary: oh man I've messed up big time

A/n: I've been getting a lot of requests for this part so finally here it is and it will be told from Jude's Pov also requests are open like always

What have I done, she's gone and I messed up, she had every right to leave in fact I'm surprised she didn't attack or cry she didn't even look disappointed, she looked drained more than anything as if she was expecting me to say the words that would come out of my mouth

I call my mom to tell her the news about the break up

"Hello?"

"Mum, she's gone and it's all my fault"

"What've you done now Jude"

"I cheated on Y/N and I guess she'd had enough of it and left"

"Jude, how many times have you done this and she's forgiven you, did I not tell you, did I not tell you that you'd lose her if you continued the way you did?"

"I know mum, but I need your help to get her back, I love her"

"Jude, there's not much I can do, I don't want to get involved in your issues, the only thing I can tell you to do is to go to therapy, because you obviously have a problem"

"Y/n had been suggesting that I do that for a long time now"

"Then I suggest you take the suggestion"

"I can't mom"

"Why not?"

"I'm scared"

"Oh, honey, I'll be there every step of the way ok, I'll organize the session in two days"

"Ok"

"Ok hon, get some rest and I'll see you later, I love you"

"I love you too"

I hang the phone up and walk to my bedroom that I shared with y/n, I stare at the empty wardrobe that was once filled with clothes that belonged to a girl that I love

I close it and just sit on the bed, trying to wrap my head around the events that took place

2 days later

I'm getting ready to go to training, then my first Therapy session, when I arrive at training I can't help but feel nervous about the therapy session

"Hey are you ok" Vini asks

"Yeah, I am"

Training goes on as usual and I get ready to leave for my therapy session when I arrive the therapist is very kind and welcoming

"Mr. Bellingham thank you for coming today"

"Thank you"

"Your Mother explained to me over the phone, that you are facing some personal problems, let's start with what those are shall we"

"My Girlfriend, well Ex girlfriend she broke up with me because I cheated on her on multiple occasions and she would forgive me each time and I guess she became fed up and left"

"Ok what else"

"I feel alone, lonely even like I'm just existing, Everytime I cheated on her, I always expected her to stay to be there with me even after all I've put her through"

"Well I'd be stating the obvious here but it sounds like you took her love and Kindness for granted"

"Yeah, can you fix me"

"I can't fix you Jude, that's up to you"

After a few more hours we end the session and I head home, to an empty house, I walk around the house remembering all the memories we shared, the laughs, the fights, that now seem so sweet in her absence

Fast Forward 12 months Later

Therapy has been going very well, my therapist says I've made a lot of progress and that If I continue this way then I won't be needing Therapy anymore

But we're back in England right now for a little Family get together and I'm glad we're doing this because it's been a long time since we've been out as a family

"Where is Y/n" dad asks

"Oh uh we broke up" I say

"Why?"

"I chea-

"She had to move away" mom says

I at her with a shocked look and she ignores it by continuing to eat her food

Jobe gives me a look and I give him a look telling him I'll explain later

"So Jobe hun, how's it been? Are you settling in well at the club?"

"Yeah mum, it's great, I mean I obviously miss Birmingham and stuff but Sunderland's fans are amazing they are great"

"When's your next match?"

"In two days"

"Great we'll be there to support you then"

"Great"

We finish having dinner and I go to the lounge just to scroll on Instagram

"Do you want to tell me what all that was about?" Jobe asks

"Not really "

He sits in the sofa next to me and looks me in the eyes

"C'mon, speak up"

"Fine, I cheated on her, not once or even twice more than five times actually"

"What?"

"Yeah, and she stayed all the times I did, until she got fed up with me and left "

"You're an idiot you know that"

"Oh thank you so much for the encouraging words Jobe"

"How can you cheat on a girl like Y/n, you've really messed up"

"Yeah, I know, but I'll get her back don't worry"

"You know what I think so too"

"Really?"

"No, I was just saying "

"Get out of here you Twat"

"Yeah yeah whatever I need to get some rest anyway, I'm tired of your shit"

"You're just jealous"

"Jealous of a person that cheated on his girlfriend more than twice now he thinks he can get her back?, I knew you were crazy but I didn't know you were delusional as well"

"Leave Jobe" I say throwing a pillow at him

2 Days later

It's Game day for Jobe and he's been nervous about it like he is before every game

"Mate calm down, you'll be fine"

"It's not like you're gonna die"

"Jude don't say that"

"But you're not, you'll live to see another day unfortunately"

"I'll also live to have a girlfriend that I won't cheat on"

"You know I'm going to let that slide because you're nervous, look at you you're sweating"

"It's because of how hot I am can't you see"

"I don't think the mirror would agree"

"You know who else wouldn't agree with certain actions that a certain person did"

"Who?"

"Dad"

"Boys c'mon we're gonna be late" we hear dad call out from downstairs

We walk down the stairs and drive to the stadium

Jobe goes to the dressing rooms and the three of us take our seats as we watch them warm up and watch people start to fill the Stadium up

Amongst those people I see a couple holding hands reminding me of how I use to do that with Y/N in public

They sit right in front of us and start talking

"Yeah I spoke to mom she said it was ok" the guy says

The girl doesn't say anything she simply nods her head

I see the guy take the stadium in and looking around until he turns his head around and notices me

"Shit it's Jude Bellingham" he mutters

"Hi you alright" I ask

"Yeah I'm great mate, do you mind taking a picture"

"Sure"

"Babe can you take the picture for us"

We both stand up and he hands his girlfriend the phone

She takes the phone and the minute she turns around I freeze

It's her

"Shit" I hear mum mutter behind me

"Smile" she says

Her voice, i missed it

I smile and she takes a few pictures then hands the phone back to her boyfriend

"Thank you so much" the boyfriend says

"No problem mate" I say and bit back down

" you alright?" Mom asks

"Yeah great"

Y/n she looks tired, exhausted even like she hasn't slept in ages

"She looks sad" mom says

"I know, it's worrying honestly"

"What's worrying?" Dad asks coming back with food

"The probability of the game" I say

"What, you don't think Jobe can make it?"

"I do I'm just saying did you see how stressed out he looked earlier"

"That's Jobe before every game"

Kick off starts and Sunderland are already 3 points up by the 43rd minute

Jobe assisted in one and scored a brace hopefully he can turn it into a hatrick

By the end of the time the match ends scores are 5-0

And we watch the players wave to the fans and thank them

As Jobe is waving I wave at him and he notices me, I then indicate for him to look in the row before me

He looks and sees Y/n and her boyfriend leaving

He looks back at me and starts laughing from the pitch

I hate this idiot

We meet up with him outside the stadium and shower him with congratulations and tell him how well he played, dad then gives him a match debrief about the things he needs to improve on and what things he did great

In the car Jobe and I are texting about the whole Y/n situation because we can't verbal communicate in the presence of our parents

Jobe: so how did you see it was her?

Jude: The boyfriend recognized me and he asked for a picture

Jobe: and he asked Y/n to take it

Jude: oh wow look at that you're not as stupid as you look

Jobe: That's because I'm hot

Jude: in your dreams 💀

Jobe: stop changing the topic, did you talk to her

Jude: no I couldn't but she looked really tired and sad

Jobe: like how?

Jude: like she's been bothered about something

Jobe: did she at least look happy?

Jude: no, she didn't even acnowledge me, she just said smile, took some pictures gave the phone to her boyfriend and sat back down

Jobe: she's still mad at you

Jude: yeah that much is true

Jobe: I'm sure whatever it is it's not that big of a deal

Jude: whatever it is I need to know what is happening, I want to help her it's the least i can do after the damage I've caused

Jobe: and you've caused a lot of it, a lot is even an understatement

Jude: ok thank you very much🙄

Jobe: so what are you gonna do?

Jude: find out what's going on with her then help her

Jobe: and you're not doing all of this to get back together with her are you?🤨

Jude: no I'm not, seeing her today made me realize that her and I can never be a thing ever again, I've hurt her to much and I don't want to hurt her again

Jobe: ok, that's good, so where are you going to start Sherlock Holmes

🧐

Jude: social media, I'm going to look for her social media and start there

Jobe: it's giving stalker 🤭

Jude: I just want to help her

LJobe: ok Mr. Stalker

Jude: Jobe stop

Jobe: ok fine I'll help you since you asked so nicely

Jude: oh how sweet of you🙄

126 notes · View notes

idontplaytrack · 10 months ago

Note

Reader takes care of a stubborn sick Capri who doesn’t want to miss cheer practice

Capri finally got cleared to do cheer again after the incident however a week and a half into cheer practices she gets a cold

Sang it to you soft & sweet

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, mentions & some descriptions to Capri’s accident and injuries, tiny bit of angst

Capri couldn’t wait to get back to cheerleading, but life kicks her down when she’s already down.

The last ten weeks have been pure chaos. From Capri’s electrocution accident, to her near death experience, her coma and her waking up. You got no breaks, feeling all the emotions. You were exhausted, but so happy Capri got through it. You didn’t lose her. Your girlfriend was still here, with you. Capri was out of school for awhile and relied on you to get her assignments done. You helped her catch up, and she was doing just fine, as you’d expected her to be. She was always a bright student. Now, Capri was just…bored. She has been longing to get back on the tumbling track, get moving again like she used to. It felt like eons ago when she last got to be as active as she was. So she was feeling a little bit upset over it, her doctors have yet to clear her for strenuous physical activities like cheerleading following a prolonged hospital stay.

To her, the biggest surprise was coming out of the ‘freak accident’ and being alive. Doctors say that it wouldn’t have been possible given how she literally died following the electrocution. But since they knew her case and extent of how she was hurt, this was a what they called a miracle. And hey, they weren’t wrong. She was experiencing some after effects, but they weren’t the worst part of her recovery process. The worst, was her being diagnosed with PTSD following the incident. The flashbacks and nightmares leading to insomnia attacks, she was tired for a long time and it had only recently improved. Why? She finally gave in and agreed to start seeing a psychiatrist and got her started on the appropriate meds to control her symptoms.

“I’m boredddd.” Capri groans.

“I know, baby.” You bite back a sigh, hand on her thigh tentatively.

“It’s been weeks, why am I still not allowed to do anything?” She sulked, laying her head in your lap. You naturally started to play with her hair and braid it. She smiles at you for that.

“Baby, you’ve been through a major thing, you’re still getting a bunch of symptoms from the electrocution. They just wanna be careful and make sure you’re completely safe before they clear you for something as strenuous as cheer.”

The accident didn’t leave her any scars, but she was definitely dealing with a lot, still. Muscle spasms, headaches, loss of balance, random tingling sensations…she even had an irregular heartbeat for awhile. Technically, the worst part of it was over. But was it, really? You guys didn't know if she’d be dealing with any long term effects yet.

“Are you coming with me tomorrow? For my appointment?”

“Baby, of course I am.” You took her hand into your own, pressing a kiss to the back of it. She doesn’t respond verbally but a smile tugs at her lips. Before you could say anything else, Capri’s sister returned home from her lunch date with her husband.

“Hi, guys.”

“Hey, Lucca.” Capri greeted back without a sigh.

The older sister couldn’t help it but laugh. “Why are you just moping around? You guys can go to the mall or the park.”

“Already did.” You answered while Lucca walked over and sat down on the armchair.

“Anyway…you ready for your appointment tomorrow?”

“I’m nervous.” Capri admitted. “Also kinda sucks that Daddy can’t come with me too.”

“I know, honey. But y/n will be there, and me. Heck, even Jude if you want him to stay instead of just dropping us off. “We’ll keep Dad updated, alright? He knows, but he’s just—”

“On that business trip. I know, I know. He was scheduled for that since before I got hurt.”

————

Capri squeals, “God, I can finally start doing cheer again. Oh, I’m so excited.” You rubbed her back, arm eventually snaking around her waist protectively. Ever since she’s gotten discharged from hospital, you’ve become way more protective of her than she was of you. And damn, the girl made sure everyone knew that you were her girl. Her excitement was adorable, but you were quickly worried. About how she’d hold up at practice— that was tomorrow. You didn’t show it, of course. You couldn’t do that. You didn’t want to be a downer and ruin her mood. She was so happy.

The four of you went out to lunch to celebrate, then went home. The older couple had work, while you and Capri had school the next day. So, some downtime was definitely needed. Capri also called her Dad immediately to let him know the good news. It was always such a sweet thing to witness the bond between Capri and her Dad— she was such a Daddy’s girl. Her Dad was busy, but he always tried his hardest to spend as much time with her and Lucca as possible. He also treated you like another daughter of his, which was lovely.

Everything went back to pre-incident normalcy for a week. The next morning, Lucca and Jude dropped you both at school on their way to work. It was obvious Capri was in a better mood than usual lately. She was practically floating. Heck, she even said hi to Darby. As per every Tuesday’s schedule, you and Capri would be separated by classes for the first half of the day, only meeting up again at lunch. “Hi, baby.” You approached her, that smile on your face quickly fell.

Uh-oh. She wasn’t doing well.

“Capri, honey?” You sat her down, “What’s the matter?”

She avoided eye contact with you but there was no doubt that she seemed a little pale. Capri sneezes seconds later, giving you the confirmation you needed. “No cheer for you today.” You told her.

“Babe, I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t. I don’t want you to push yourself too hard.” You spoke, cupping her cheek to make her look at you. “Do you wanna go home?” She ponders over your question briefly, then nodded her head without a word. Ever since what happened, she was significantly less stubborn, knowing how terrible things could get if she didn’t take care of herself, if she wasn’t more careful. Since the school clearly knew about Capri’s situation, they allowed her some leniency in terms of leaving school early. So you were able to take her home, no problem. Even though she’d agreed to go home, you knew she was upset about it, having to miss cheer practice. “You know, the squad just practices no matter what. We’d never miss a session over a cold.”

You bit your lip, not saying anything for a bit. “I’m sorry, but— you need to be careful right now, your body’s still recovering and now you’re sick so if you push yourself even just a little bit too much, I’m scared, honey.”

“I get it.” Capri gives you a solemn nod, “I’ll rest, okay?”

Once back at her place, you got Capri upstairs and into her bed after she changed out of her current outfit into a more comfy one. “You wanna get some sleep?”

“No.”

“Capri.” You warned.

She pouted, “I’m not sleepy.” You climbed into bed and carefully laid yourself on top of her. Capri sighs, “Yeah, I can easily roll you over and you’d be on the floor.” She smirked too. As annoyed as you were that she was being a little difficult, you decided to play along for a bit.

“Oh, yeah? You’d let your baby fall to the ground and hit her head?”

“Anything’s possible with me, y/n. You should know that by now.” She chuckles, rubbing your back soothingly.

You smirked, asking her playfully, “So, I’m your baby?”

“Huh. Did I say that?” She teased.

“Fine.” You huffed, “Stay up, don’t sleep.” Capri was just amused. Why was it so hard for her to take a goddamn nap that she so clearly needed?

“What can I do so you’d agree to take a nap?” You asked, gazing up at her big brown eyes. “I could sing.”

“You could.” Capri grins.

“Sure.” You agreed, having just the song in mind.

When you were done, you realised Capri was staring at you. “Uh.” She sniffed, “Did you…did you sing me this song while I was in the coma?” You blinked profusely, “I did. I wrote it to kind of just process all of what I was feeling and then one day I just sat there and sang it to you, hoping it would do something.”

Now her eyes were glossed over and her lips were quivering as she presses a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m so sorry I put you through that, darling.”

“It’s not your fault.” You were swiftly feeling like crying as well, but you swallowed your tears. “I’m just glad you’re still here with me.” Capri continues rubbing your back in a soothing motion, “Anything’s possible with me, y/n.”

You chuckled tearfully, “I’m sorry for being so insistent that you rested. It’s just that after everything…I’m terrified that I would lose you again if something happened so I’m being so careful but it’s not helping you if I just stay afraid all the time because life still has to go on, I shouldn’t be stopping you from cheering.”

“I think it’s sweet you’re looking out for me like that…being so protective. But, I get you. It’s not easy, having to go through all the stages of grief, the shock, the helplessness, the anger, and then hearing that ‘oh, she’s alive! But…she’s in a coma’. What happened didn’t just affect…me. It affected so many people, my parents, my sister, my friends…you. I heard it all, the crying, the screaming…and baby, I am so grateful that you stuck by me. You didn’t need to, but you did. And honestly, you— you were what I was fighting for. I could never leave you, ever.”

“Get some rest, I’ll be right here with you.” You licked your lips, getting off of her and laying beside her instead.

She nodded, finally not fighting the sleepiness.

Your arm rests across her chest, palm patting her to sleep. “We’ll get you a dose of meds for the cold if you need it later, okay?”

“Okay.” She agrees quietly.

“I love you.” You told her.

“I love you too, darling.” Capri replies groggily, “I love you so much. Thank you…for everything you’ve been doing for me.”

“You are my one, you set my world on fire.

I know there’s heaven but we must be higher.

I’m gonna love you till my heart retires.

Forever will last.

I think it went something like that.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

So…it became a bit of angst. Sorry😬 okay. G’night y’all. (Let’s pretend reader wrote that song for this fic✨)

#auli’i cravalho #capri donahue #darby and the dead #fanfiction #alternative universe #wlw #gxg #queer fluff #sickfic #comfort fic #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #female reader #lgbtqia #wlw romance #character x reader #wlw sfw

15 notes · View notes

akaikali · 1 year ago

Text

TMAGP EP 20 REACTION (SPOILERS)

Firstly before I even START, it's called social stigma. PLEASE tell me it's not another social influencer one I'm begging you I cannot take another laughing fit like ep 16.

Also wait the dedication is so me

WAIT ALICE CAME AS WELL??? ALSO HELLO SAMALICELIA PROTOCULE

Alice. Did you really talk him OUT of it??? Because lats I remember, Colin slammed the door in your face.

"It's more about who killed the Magnus Institute" DAMN

Okay I did kind of suspect that the OIAR had a hand in destroying the institute. But like also Alice knows a bit too much about Starkwell. Something you wanna tell us, honey?

SAM'S TALKING ABOUT THE PROTOCOL HOLY SHIT.

Alice babygirl. The things you are saying seem like you're actually inadvertedly conforming all of Sam's suspicions. Like are you saying there IS a government conspiracy???

Okay I love Alice but she's starting to take the s1 Jon route where she refuses to believe things are supernatural or suspicious to the the point where it actually makes LESS sense. Someone is gonna get hurt because of that. And if it's Sam, Alice is going to be in a WHOLE different world of guilt.

DID JON SEND SAM THE EMAIL ABOUT THE STARKWALL 1999 REPORTS???

Alice sweetie you have a point but being so...Dismissive of it when there's CLEARLY something was just not the way. Sam is obviously the kind of person who will keep digging unless you directly tell him the truth.

"We already know we work in a global atrocity factory. It's called the British Government" God Alice I love you

Alice's hatred for England fucking SENDS me I love this woman

I get where Alice is coming from like she's right unfortunately. But I think she's very much blocking out the supernatural part of it and seeing it more as a conspiracy theory than something. Yknow. Horror-y

CELIA IS DEFINITELY FROM THE TMA-VERSE HOLY SHIT BECAUSE IF SHE KNOWS WHAT THE INSTITUTE CAUSED IN TMA-VERSE, NO WONDER SHE THINKS IT WASNT THE WRONG IDEA TO DESTROY IT.

"Catastrophic, world-ending" HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT YEAH THATS BASICALLY CONFIRMATION. BECAUSE THE WORLD DID END. THE APOCALYPSE HAPPENED.

Oh Alice...this is going to drive such a wedge between Alice and Sam. I think the funniest thing is that Alice is absolutely not going to be able to stay away from the "hornet's nest", as she puts it.

At least Sam has Celia on his side, I guess?

OH MY GOD WE MET INK5OUL IM ABOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT.

Ink5oul is giving Jude Perry why are they annoyingly hot

"Shame. You've got lovely skin" Ooooo Gwen is the hot tattoo artist hitting on youuuu

FUCK WHY ARE THEY SO HOT

Oh???? Hello wait what???? Does Ink5oul. Not know what they are???

OH NO DONT DO THIS TO ME I INK5OUL ABOUT TO GET BLORBOFIED. BECAUSE I WILL TAKE IT OF COURSE BUT THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

Ink5oul is self-aware??? Oh God could they get sexier???

Something something addiction to being seeing or being known is so much the opposite of The Eye which is the fear of being seen or being known.

"Tattooed Prince Albert's cock or something" WHAT

Does this count as stealing designs??? Because the og artists is long dead but Ink5oul never says they referenced his work. It's important to me as an artist SO

OKAY SO Ink5oul's tattoos are like...Predictive? Like whatever they tattoo will most probably lead to the person's method of death?

The pipeline of small influencer to...whatever the fuck Ink5oul became

"The ink flows through me" BENDY IS THAT YOU AND YOUR INK MACHINE????

Hmmm so Ink5oul slowly became an external but rly without even their knowledge. Is this them becoming less human??

"Thats...very eloquent" GWEN GIRL WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN

Gwen you chose the WRONG PERSON to bite back against girl WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF

GWEN YOU IDIOT YOU'RE LITERALLY JUST AS BAD AS JON WHY DO YOU PISS OFF THINGS THAT CAN KILL YOU literally this reminds me of Jon yelling at Not-Sasha to shut up in ep 79 of TMA.

Hmmm wait okay so Sam actually heard the first Ink5oul case in episode 2, so I wonder if Gwen ever manages to open up to him again (Which I completely understand if she doesn't) he might believe her because he's heard what Ink5oul's tattoos can do. But like. Again very unlikely since Mr. Khalid over here really fucked up in ep 18.

It really interests me though that Ink5oul has no idea what happened to them. I looked up Sutherland Macdonald, nothing of note. But I think it's pretty obvious that by TMAGP, they found out the tattoo on the dead body was an Oscar Jarrett tattoo and was looking to get some... face-to-face inspiration.

I'm worried about Sam and Alice. I mean honestly, Alice does have full right to step away from all of this but her dismissiveness of Sam this whole time probably doesn't help her when it comes to him. She wants to protect him, but he wants the truth. It actually makes me slightly more sure that the Dyer in the ARG was probably her pre-transition because of the empathy levels. Not that she doesn't feel empathy, but I don't think she feels like there's anything she can say to change things, so she doesn't try. Which is exactly what she says in this ep.

Anyways ummmm SamCelia shippers I get you they're actually pretty cute and it does make me happy to see that someone is supporting Sam and genuinely hearing him out since absolutely no one else he's talked to about this will.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #the magnus protocol #tmagp ep 20 #tmagp reaction

21 notes · View notes

xfangheartx · 6 months ago

Text

Summary-

Natsu returns home from a job and is greeted by his biggest fan (besides his wife, Lucy).

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Natsu x Lucy

Preview:

A soft hum filled the kitchen, followed by the sound of vegetables being chopped on a cutting board. Her infant son gurgled as he sat in his high chair, watching his mother go about cooking dinner as he sucked on his fingers. In the living room, her 5-year-old son sat on the couch, tossing a ball up and down as he lay back on the sofa while her 7-year-old daughter sat by the bay window, watching the golden horizon as the sun slowly lowered beyond the rooftops of Magnolia City.

Nashi Ashley Dragneel was like a little girl version of her father. She inherited his pink hair, though hers was more of a lighter shade and held away from her face by a heart-shaped hair clip. Hers was also less spiky than Natsu’s was. However, she did have her father’s fiery and impatient personality, but she was a sweet child… most of the time, anyway.

Her little brother, Jude Lucas Dragneel seemed a bit more subdued than his sister. People described him as a tiny boy version of his mother, Lucy. While Nashi was rather brash and loud, Jude was shy and quiet. He and his sister were total opposites.

Then there was baby Igneel Zeref Dragneel, often called “Ig” or “Iggy” for short, who was born several months ago. Natsu wanted someone in his family to have the name of both his father and his brother, who both came to mean quite a great deal to him, so Lucy decided to name him after both of them. He looked like a little bouncing baby version of his father, although his spiky hair was more of a darker shade of salmon pink.

Nashi did seem a bit upset that she had another little brother, but she was quick to warm up to him, nonetheless. However, she made her mother promise that she would have a little sister next time. Lucy simply laughed and told her that she’d try.

Right now, though, Nashi sighed as she sat by the bay window, watching the front gate outside with an expectant look on her face.

“Mom, when are Dad and Happy coming home?” she asked, causing Lucy to chuckle as she put the chopped veggies in the boiling pot.

“I just talked to your Dad a little while ago, honey,” Lucy said. “He’ll be here soon, okay?”

“You said that ages ago!” Nashi complained.

“Nashi, your dad will get here when he gets here, okay?” asked Lucy as she turned over a hamburger steak on the frying pan. “Can you help me set the table? Jude, you, too.”

“Okay, Mom,” Jude spoke up as he sat up from the couch to assist his mother. Nashi sighed as she was about to follow, only to stop as something outside caught her eye. Soon after, an elated gasp escaped her as she hopped off from the bay window seat and ran to the door.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #natsu x lucy #nalu

12 notes · View notes

madridfangirl · 2 months ago

Note

BLURB

Ananya just received the news that she got into Stanford! She was over the moon! A dream come true! She was calling her family and friends and letting them know the exciting news. She messaged Jude as he was in training so she couldn’t call him.

Jude: CONGRATULATIONS BABY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!

Ananya smiled at the message as Jude was just as much happy and excited for her as she was.

Jude: We’re celebrating tonight. No excuses.

Ananya: Okay.

Jude: Be ready by 7pm, Agnes will pick you up. See you soon dove.

Ananya: Okay. See you baby.

An hour later, Roma came through the door with a big bouquet of flowers.

“There was a delivery man trying to get into the building to drop off these. He said there are for an Ananya. And we can both guess they are from lover boy.”

Ananya smiled and took them and smelt the fresh, gorgeous flowers.

“Anyways, congrats babe!”

Roma came in for a bear hug, nearly causing Ananya to fall backwards.

“Thank you.”

Ananya was applying her lipstick, and was really excited to see Jude. They haven’t seen each other for a couple of days due to Jude being super busy with work and also other aspects of his life. She then received a message from Agnes informing her she was her. Ananya grabbed her clutch bag and had one look in the mirror. She was wearing a white strapless ruched mini dress paired with white heels and a white clutch bag. Jude loves his dove in white.

Agnes took her to a fancy restaurant and the restaurant manager took over. He guided her to a private corner of the restaurant which was reserved for Jude & Ananya’s dinner date. When she walked into the separate corner, she saw Jude standing and waiting. He looked effortless and handsome in a pristine white shirt and a smart pair of black trousers. As soon as they made eye contact, big smiles formed on their faces. Ananya ran up to Jude with excitement and Jude lifted her up and swinged her around. Ananya peppered kisses all over his face whilst she was in his arms. Once Jude placed her down, he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Congrats dove! So proud of ya!”

“Thank you, baby. And thank you for all of this.”

“You’re most welcome. My girl deserves the world, especially after making it to Stanford! Not many men can have such an intelligent and gifted woman.”

After their dinner date, they made their way back to Jude’s apartment. They were currently in his garden, sitting on the hanging egg chair. It was big enough the both of them, but Ananya was comfortably sitting on Jude’s lap.

“I’m gonna miss you, baby.”

“Oh Jude, I’m gonna miss you more, honey.”

“That’s not possible.”

Ananya giggled at his competitiveness.

“It’s gonna be so hard. You’re not be here next week.”

“I know. But remember, there are so many forms of communication we have. And you can visit me whenever you’re free and of course I’ll do the same.”

“Yeah but what happens when I need you after a bad match, after a bad day? Or a good match, a good day? Before I had ‘other ways’ but I only want you.”

“Oh Jude. It’s gonna be hard for me too. I want to share my good and bad moments with you too, like what we did today. We celebrated. I want to have princess treatment when I’ve had a shit day. I want to take care of you when you’re down in the dumps. But unfortunately, due to the long distance that isn’t possible. But remember this, it’s only two years.”

“Will you be back in Madrid after the two years? I thought you weren’t sure about your plans after completing your MBA.”

“Yes. I love the city and I want to work for a big firm and there are many amazing options in Madrid. Also I will get to travel to other places for work. But the reason is, you. I want to build a life with you, Jude. I love you. So why would I ever want to live elsewhere? Of course, like I said due to work, I’ll get the chance to work elsewhere for a week or so. I’ll visit my family often. But I realised Madrid is home. Home is where the heart is and heart belongs to you.”

“I love you so much, baby!”

“Remember, two years honey. Just two years. We can do it. And look at the bright side, we can spend our summer and winter breaks together. Even when you’re working, I’ll be here with you. Just two years, baby.”

“Two years.”

This took me an hour to write all of this😅

💜💜

P.S. so now you know how long it takes to write :)

#star crossed lovers

0 notes

ferrocyan · 1 year ago

Text

ok im back, lets talk about the bocchan. ffxiv has a shit ton of characters so they cant help but be similar to one another sometimes. there are certain Types of Guys that exist in msq and sidequests, they undergo certain Types of Story Beats; by which i mean to say there are character tropes abound. and my favorite out of all of them is the bocchan. bocchan itself is an established anime trope (fun article about this) but in short it means "young master". the way ffxiv uses this trope usually is like this: there is a rich kid/young adult who has been living a sheltered life. they are skilled in a certain area of expertise, and that motivates them to seek out bigger ponds. however their lack of worldliness gets in the way and they have to learn an important lesson to finally succeed. some traits the bocchan often has: they're rich and bad with money; they're naive, people tend to take advantage of them; they find their life boring and unfulfilling; they're headstrong, enough that they dare venture out of their comfort zone; they're arrogant from being the big fish in a small pond; they think their quest is The most important thing in the world; they're bad at socializing and have no friends

for some examples: alphinaud. very obvious bc a huge part of arr is about how hes a naive rich brat who has to learn not to start private militaries bc he thinks he knows everything. then there's g'raha being a bratty sharlayan grad who learns.. to give up his individuality for the sake of the future. uh oh. anyway then emmanellain, annoying baby brother who has to learn to take action and also the responsibilites wrought by them. next are kurenai, sheltered princess who ventures out to save her friend, and sekka, scion of a blacksmithing family who learns to prioritze the client's needs over her craft. and finally my favorite bocchan, lue-reeq! a wannabe hunter who learns to trust other people beyond his ability to pay them!! my beloved catboy of all time. there are more im sure but ill stop here ww

the many bocchans are executed differently each time, if only so that players dont get bored of the same character appearing over and over lol like emmanellain isnt rly skilled at anything (at that point in the story before he found his true calling as a gossip girl) g'raha isnt rich and kurenai doesnt have to learn a lesson bc her headstrong conviction is what helps her improve the situation in sui-no-sato. also by the nature of how ffxiv is, alphinaud as the first bocchan gets a super elaborate story across an entire expansion, and then the others can just reference the existing familiarity w him so their stories can be shorter and done faster. like emmanellain gets the post-hvw patches, kurenai gets 2 sidequest chains, g'raha, sekka and reeq get one sidequest chain each. but like its fine we all know the trope already so they can be shortened like that

HOWEVER.

when we get to edw. the studium carpenter quests. we meet jude. and in the first quest he drops this

Jude: Oh! You're here to lend me a hand in searching for the necessary tomes?

...Thank you. Only one other person has ever extended to me such kindness!

Eighty-seven point ninety-six percent of those I've encountered have approached me, words dripping with honey, looking only to take advantage of my purse strings.

But enough about that!

i did expect that edw will have a bocchan character. they may follow up on reeq in some way as the latest bocchan. his character arc will be condensed when its referenced. i understand that, its how its always been done

but this is three lines. THREE (3) LINES OF DIALOGUE.

THEY COMPRESSED MY FAVORITE CHARACTER INTO THREE (3) LINES OF DIALOGUE

the disrespect. oh the disrespect on display here. the junior sidequest writer who wrote the shb dps role quest does not deserve to be disrespected like this. you compressed six quests worth of writing into three lines? jail. jail for the studium crp quests writer. im exploding you with my mind. you will go to hell when you die

anyway thanks everyone for listening to my normal and hinged ted talk

i was gonna rant about how ffxiv uses character tropes, reiterating and modifying them over the course of the expansions, and why it makes me fucking hate jude the studium carpenter quests specifically. however i ruined my pants and have to do extra laundry so youre all saved from my yapping for now

#reeq the hunter

8 notes · View notes

a-lil-perspective · 3 years ago

Note

Does Jude sport grey streaks like Asher? LIKE OKAY NO because I was actually about to ask you today like- do they all get grey streaks??? Do they get Dee’s hair?? Is Ash’s hair a mix of both?? Does Jude have a mix?? Does Keidala get the grey streaks??? DO THEY NOT EVEN HAVE GREY OR DEE’S HAIR COLOR BECAUSE THEY GOT THE RECESSIVE HAIR GENES (because that’s possible, while Cross and Dee have dominant allele’s for their hair, did one of the kids come out with a hair color completely not expected. Ex. If Dee is a brunette, Cross is grey haired, somehow Keidala comes out with blonde hair because of biology and recessive genes. Sorry enough of the biology talk) BUT ILL ASK ABOUT JUDE HONEY I THOUGHT SOMEONE ELSE HAD BUT NO ONE HAS AND YOU ARENT PATHETIC DW MOONI GIRL IS HERE TO PROVIDE QUESTIONS 💜🌙

lots of love,

mooni

Mooni! I love you!!

I’ve actually talked about Asher and Keida’s hair colors but I have so many goddamn posts it’s just a clusterf*ck here and it’s easy to miss (or ignore😂) this crack of a blog. XD (Sorry for the swearing. XD)

I deliberately do not have a specific hair color for Dee. Save for a few minor details such as “she’s no stranger to tattoos” which even then is still fairly vague and multi-faceted, she is left largely up to interpretation as far as her physical appearance. I’ve never so much as described a skin tone or eye color. So go crazy with it.

So, Delana: mystery hair color. Crosshair: silver/grey.

Here’s the run down!

Miss Keida has this nordic white hair. Fresh out of the womb. No one saw that coming. XD

Asher of course has this tawny caramel color, similar to Cross’s skin tone, which develops silver streaks in his teen/adolescent years.

Baby Jude is born with the silver streaks!!

No one has Crosshair’s full head of silver except Asher’s son, Akshay.

Thank you for indulging me lol.

16 notes · View notes

dontexpectmuch · 1 year ago

Text

part 4 - [Lost in Madrid]

author note; btw for those who dont know me. im a whore for angsty fics w no happy ending 🤭 just for ur information hehehehe,, hope you enjoy this part, mwah mwah

- did not proofread!

series.masterlist

shit, you should have gone to the toilet one last time before leaving, your nerves messing with your stomach in an uncomfortable way. your hands feel clammy, getting warmer the longer you hold the bouquet of flowers.

you don’t even know why you feel so nervous, it’s not like you’re meeting a friends [yuck] parent for the first time. you try to reason with it by telling yourself that you simply do not want to be annoyed by judes presence in front of his mother [yeah sure], you actually want to meet her.

taking one last breath, trying to stay calm, you knock on the door and put on your best smile you could muster, not wanting to come off as rude.

you hear plates cling and metallic utensils fall down, before the door is opened abruptly by none other than jude himself. he looks out of breath, chest heaving up and down, you note, but he also looks good [too good, yes you admit].

black baggy pants, an oversized grey shirt and a necklace in the middle of his chest on top of it, his face adoring a smile.

“already in love with me?” he greets you, smirking as he leans against the door frame.

you roll your eyes, turning around to just leave. you can’t even take one step as you feel judes hand closing around your upper arm, [unfortunately] halting you movements.

he laughs, pulling you inside and telling you where to put your shoes, “mum’s been cooking all day.” he tells you, making you follow him to the kitchen.

your eyes look around, the apartment is beautiful, you think, nice view over the city from the living room, high ceilings and a homey feeling greeting you as you step into the living room slash kitchen area, the smell of fresh food finding its way to your nose.

denise calls your name as she sees you walk in, drying her hands on her apron to invite you to a hug which you gladly accept.

“these are for you.” you take a step back to get the flowers from judes hands, handing them to his mother who smiles at you widely.

“you didn’t have to, honey!” she lifts them up to her nose, smelling them. “they are wonderful, thank you.”

“just as wonderful as you are, denise.” you genuinely say back, watching her chuckle as she moves back to the kitchen to find a vase.

“just as wonderful as you are.” jude mocks you, his face near your ear to keep it between you guys.

without looking at him, you hit his chest [should’ve been his face], making him choke on his spit.

he coughs roughly, hand on your shoulder to stabilize himself, “dude, that’s mean!”

“you’re mean!” you draw your eyebrows together and decide to move to the kitchen to see if you could help.

however it seems like denise already prepared everything for dinner, the only thing left is to sit down and enjoy it together, which you do.

the room is filled with laughter and conversations about various topics, creating a warm atmosphere. even though you haven’t noticed it so far, the feeling of eating together as a family is truly one thing that you have missed since you’ve been in madrid, filling your heart with a sense of peace. you wouldn’t tell jude about [he would never live that down], but you are quite thankful for meeting him, him granting you this opportunity of feeling familiarity in a foreign country.

“how long until you finish university?” denise asks, taking a sip of her drink.

you swallow your food, “well, after my internship it might take around eight weeks to get the results.” you hum, organizing your thoughts, “afterwards everything goes pretty fast, i would have to hold a presentation, explain and defend my results and own theories. after that i will hopefully graduate.”

her eyes widen, “that’s a lot, no?”

jude speaks up as well, body leaning back against his chair, “that takes so long, no wonder you’ve become a grandma-“

he suddenly yells, almost jumping out of his seat, “ow! guys no need to attack me from both sides!”

“deserved.” you roll your eyes, sweetly smiling at denise who returns the gesture, asking you if you would like to eat some more food.

“yes, please! everything tastes amazing, denise. thank you so much.” you hand her your plate, watching her get up to move to the kitchen.

“my legs hurt.” jude whines from beside you, making you scoff.

“shouldn’t have been so rude, then.”

“how am i supposed to know that i would get attacked from both sides! my legs are very important, y’know!” his voice gets louder, body leaning towards you.

denise comes back, hand your plate back to, “doesn’t mean that you can say rubbish to our guest.” she comes to your aid, smiling at you.

“wow, you two really work against me, eh?”

“yes.” denise and you say at the same time, focusing on the food in front of you.

judes whining is heard every now and then throughout the dinner, however the two of you decide to ignore him and focus on your pleasant conversation. you help her with the dishes afterwards, while jude takes out the trash. [obviously complaining about how he always has to do the hatd work, you continue to ignore him.]

“i heard that you live close-by.” denise continues your conversation as you sit down on the couch in the living room, half empty cup of tea in your hand.

you nod, [wishing wouldn’t have to] “jude told me that you guys live down the street after we met at the grocery store.”

“best thing to ever happen to you.” you hear judes [attra-, annoying!] voice from behind you, his hands now resting on the couchs back behind you.

“mh, sure.”

denise laughs at you two, getting up to put her cup back. you follow suit, also getting ready to leave as you have seen that it has been already two hours since you came. you hug denise, thanking her for the food and kind hospitality, and also telling her to visit you sometime.

jude walks to the front door with you, watching you put on your shoes, “why are you leaving already?”

you pause, looking up, “eh, it’s getting late?”

you finish putting on your shoes, grab your bag and move to open the door. jude does the same, your hands now meeting on the doorknob, making you pause your actions. you quickly pull back, clearing your throat as you watch him open the door for you.

“want me to walk you home?” his voice is low, making the hair on your neck stand up. [because it’s annoying, nothing more.]

you shake your head, stepping outside, “‘m meeting a friend.”

“this late?” he crosses his arms in front of his chest, once again leaning against the doorframe.

frowning, you stem your hands on your hips, “pardon? who are you again?”

“your bestest best friend?” jude copies your attitude, smirking as he sees your eyes roll.

“‘m going.” your start to walk away, putting an end to this [ridiculous] conversation.

“text me when you’re home! and don’t stay out for too long!” he calls after you.

“yes, mom!” you call back, not bothering to turn around to look at his [handso-, no, stupid] face.

“but what is so wrong of being friends with him?” amanda asks, setting her glass of wine down.

music is heard through the box that was standing on the coffee table, filling the room quietly. the moon shines through the windows, amandas chain led-lights dimmed down, a comfortable vibe hovering within the room.

you sigh, leaning your head back with your eyes closed. fuck, you don’t even know why you’re so against it.

“i just,” you try to gather your thoughts, taking a sip from the glass, “i won’t be here for long, y’know? i don’t want to bond with someone like that only to never see them ever again.”

amanda chuckles, patting your knee softly, “mija, why wouldn’t you guys see each other again? that doesn’t make sense.”

“it does!” you try to defend yourself, sitting up, “i have to focus on my studies, afterwards get a job. i won’t be able to meet him in madrid whenever i miss him.”

“so you admit that you like him?” she teases you, nudging your foot with hers.

you groan, [sadly] admitting that you actually grew to enjoy his presence in the past month.

“i mean, he is annoying, loud, rude and calls me grandma, pushes me away to cheat when we race, throws his sweaty towel at me, and water too, and he-“

amanda cuts you off, telling you to get to the point.

“he, i don’t even know, he is actually fun to be around. being friends with him, getting used to his presence isn’t hard, it almost came naturally.” you explain, pulling your knees to your chest to rest your chin on them.

“but why be so upset about something that hasn’t happened yet?” amanda asks, sipping on her wine. her eyes are on you, and even though it’s the rooms lights are dimmed, you can still see the warmth seep through them, a sense of comfort washing over you.

“but it will happen, ‘manda.” you know that you are being unnecessarily pessimistic, but you can’t help it. “i don’t want to get attached only for it to break my heart into pieces.”

she sighs, “what will you do then?”

you shrug, not so sure yourself. you could create a certain distance between you and him, trying to lose some attachment that you [unfortunately, you would never tell him] have. but that wouldn’t be fair to jude, either. he didn’t to anything wrong. how would you explain that to him?

‘hey, i actually quite like being around you and being friends with you, but i don’t want to get used to you because i know that it will break my heart, yeah, so, bye!’? you scoff at this thought, head starting to hurt as you try to come up with different explanations.

amada gets up to go to the bathroom, hand on your shoulder as a sign of comfort as she passes by.

now that you are alone, you put your forehead against your knees, deeply exhaling. the music in the background helps as a distraction from your thoughts, though this sound of it gets interrupted by your phone. a new notification. you don’t bother to check who it is - your heart starts to beat fast as you think of someone who it might be. but you don’t lift your head, wanting to be left alone during your [pitiful] situation.

you have never had this problem before. you loved to meet people whenever you travel, creating memories with them and cherishing those whenever you think about it. this situation, everything about jude is just weird, you don’t know [or do you?] why he is such a big concern of yours, as if you actually are the moon, turning i orbits around its sun, in this case, jude. you should be friends with him, enjoy the time the two of you have left and then leave madrid, letting him be a new, nice memory.

“still thinking ’bout it?” amandas voice pulls you out of your thoughts, eyes now focusing on her.

you nod, sighing. it seems like it is the only thing left to do for you, sighing and hopelessly waiting around, though you are not sure for what exactly.

“do you like him?” she asks, filling her glass with some more wine before taking a sip.

“well, yeah. i think we’re friends.” you reply, feeling weird [like betraying yourself] when actually admitting that you think of jude as a friend.

she laughs, shaking her head, “no, no, i meant like, do you like like him?”

“no!” you tell her [yeah sure], quite offended that she would think that you would fall for someone like jude [you would].

“then why are you so sad about it?”

“don’t know, don’t wanna talk about it, please.” you lay down on the couch, looking up the ceiling.

your phone rings again, this time thrice in a row. you sigh while rolling your eyes, lazily lifting it up to look at who has been bothering you for the last few minutes.

NEW NOTIFICATION

[from; Jude Bellingham]: four new messages.

you immediately sit up, eyes wide. fuck, why is he texting you right now? you don’t have the nerve to talk to him right now [you always do].

“is it him?” amanda asks, looking up from her won phones display, smirking.

“yeah.” you mumble, unsure of what to do. you shouldn’t let him wait, should you? that’s not very nice, maybe it’s an emergency?

amanda speaks up again, “well, answer him, chica! why the hesitation?”

“don’t know.” you shrug, laying down again.

you hear amanda sigh, but she doesn’t comment on anything anymore, seemingly giving up on the situation. you take a deep breath while unlocking your phone, heart beating against your chest.

[from; Jude Bellingham]: r u home yet?

[from; Jude Bellingham]: dk what u did but mum still talks abt u

[from; Jude Bellingham]: u ok?? wya?

[from; Jude Bellingham]: txt me when ur home

putting your phone back down, you sigh, head between your hands. you don’t understand why his texts make you feel so, how should you describe it, anxious? he doesn’t do anything wrong, he is just trying to be a good friend, you should appreciate it instead of panicking.

groaning, you get up, taking your now empty glass to put it into the dishwasher in amandas kitchen.

“you leavin’?” amanda asks you, still seated on the couch, her head turned towards you.

you nod, tiredly rubbing your eyes as you walk back to kiss her cheek as a goodbye, “thank you for today.”

she smiles, her hand resting in your cheek in a comforting manner, “text me when you’re home, ‘kay?”

“‘kay.”

you put on your shoes, tell her goodbye one last tome before leaving her home, the soft breeze of the night welcoming you. it isn’t cold, you don’t have to wear a jacket, but somehow you can’t help but cross your arms as you begin to walk home. the night is still young, you hear people shouting and talking amongst themselves down the street, music accompanying their conversations.

the walk back doesn’t take long, you arrive just about fifteen minutes later as you open the door to the building, sighing as you see the stairs in front of you.

[to; Jude Bellingham]: just arrived home

[to; Jude Bellingham]: what can i say, moms like me :)

you lay down in your bed, night routine done and ready to sleep. you try to concentrate on your breathing, laying still on your back as a contrast to the chaos going on in your head, not letting you rest properly.

“tsk,” you try to lay on your left side, back now facing your phone on the nightstand, “stupid stuff.”

as soon as you hear your phone vibrate you immediately turn around, the brightness of your display hurting your eyes.

[from; Jude Bellingham]: cool cool

you move to type an answer, though a new message from him comes in,

[from; Jude Bellingham]: were u w dk what his name was?

rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile at his [cu-, stupid] text.

[to; Jude Bellingham]: his name is lorenzo

[from; Jude Bellingham]: basic ass name

[to; Jude Bellingham]: no i was at amandas

[from; Jude Bellingham]: shouldn’t u be at sleep rn? grandmas should go to bed early

oh you can practically hear jude giggling at his own text, him finding joy in reminding you that you are older than him. you catch yourself stupidly smiling at his text and clear your throat, sitting up properly before texting back.

[to; Jude Bellingham]: was abt to but u texted me

[from; Jude Bellingham]: okok sry

[from; Jude Bellingham]: good night

[from; Jude Bellingham]: sweet dreams (of me)

[to; Jude Bellingham]: id rather choke

[to; Jude Bellingham]: good night :)

fuck.

———————————————————

“guys, please don’t forget to finish writing your team report for next week, ask for help if you need to, please.” you remind your students as they walk out of the room, smiling your way as they tell you goodbye.

you turn around to pack your own things, a knock on the door catching your attention.

“hola, señorita.” lorenzo greets you, smile wide and cheeks rosy, probably from the heat outside.

he walks up to you, kissing your cheek as a greeting before leaning against your desk, watching you as you continue to pack your bag.

“how can i help you, señor?” you say, happy to see your friend.

it has been a while since you last saw him, getting caught up in work and writing your thesis, and well, other people.

“are we walking home today?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, his eyes staring at yours.

“you see-“

“ah! there you are!” judes voice appears by the door, cutting you off.

you roll your eyes, trying to fight of a smile. he always greets you loudly when he picks you up to walk to the open field together, comfortable banter hovering between you two on tour walk there.

“i have a practical session afterwards, sorry.” you point towards jude, who is still standing by the door, eyes focusing on the guy next to you.

poor lorenzo, you think, he didn’t do anything wrong, yet jude always finds way to hate on him, comparing the two of them. [he somehow is always the better one]

“i see.” lorenzo looks at jude, then he turns back to you, kissing you on the cheek as a goodbye before leaving the room.

jude walks inside, rolling his eyes as he points at the direction lorenzo went, “what is his problem?”

your eyebrows pull together, “eh, nothing?”

you sling your bag on your shoulder, walking out of the room with jude following you, “think you gonna score today?”

jude laughs, scratching his cheek, “i will, if you stop directing your negativity towards me.”

offended, you look up at him, walking through the tunnel that leads to the field, “what’s that supposed to mean? i don’t even have the time to look at you.” [that’s a lie, you catch yourself following him around the field more than you’d like to admit]

“you should, though, i am very exciting to watch.” jude blinks - in his case winks - down at you, putting his bag down next to your seat.

you hum, not wanting to ket him now that he’s right, taking a seat on the bench as you pull out your writing block and pencil from your bag.

señor lagarde yells at jude from the field, telling him to get moving. jude shouts out that he is coming and gets moving, hitting your foot with his one last time as he leaves.

the suns heat makes you feel dizzy, and you wish that you would have taken your water bottle with you, instead of relying on the water bottles at the center. your shoes feel tight, your dress makes you want to throw yourself off a bridge and your hair isn’t looking as good as you wish it did.

“we should definitely cook together like, at least once.” jude throws in as the two of you walk past a restaurant.

you don’t register what jude says, “yeah, sure.”

“wait, really?” his voice sounds surprised at your agreement, and suddenly you feel awake, the feeling of having said something that you might regret sinking in.

“uh, wait, what did you say?”

“nah,” jude shakes his head, mischievously smiling at you, “can’t take it back now.”

“jude,” you whine, hating yourself for giving him such power, “c’mon dude, i’m tired.”

“don’t care.”

you come to a halt in front of the apartment building, getting ready to say goodbye to him, but he speaks up again, sounding too excited for your liking.

“let’s do it now, i’m ready.”

fuck, did you actually agree to sleep with him? is this why he won’t tell you?

nervously, you back off, “listen jude, i didn’t mean it, i mean yeah, you’re nice, but i really don’t want to-“

“c’mon, cooking together is actually really cool, i’m not that bad, ask mum.”

you feel relief wash over you, like a ton has been lifted up from your shoulders. suddenly, the grass looks greener, the birds chirp sweeter, the sky looks cleaner, today is such a nice day, you note, everything is just amazing-

“hello?” jude flicks your forehead, pulling you out of your daydreams as you cover your forehead with your hand, offended by his actions.

“dude!”

“let’s go, c’mon!” he tells you once more. you decide to give him, otherwise he won’t stop annoying you.

you open the door and the two of you walk up, jude tries to make you trip once, you alap the back of his head, but you safely arrive at your apartment door. opening it, you take of your shoes, you move to the kitchen while jude goes to the bathroom. looking through your fridge, you take out a few ingredients to cook some pasta with vegetables, simple but tasty.

you wait for jude to come back before you also go to the bathroom to freshen up, then you quickly get changed into something more comfortable.

“where’s your-“ jude walks into your room as you are in the middle of putting on your shirt, stopping mid sentence. “oh, fuck.” he shuts the door fast, an awkward apology leaving his mouth.

quickly putting on the shirt and taking a deep breath, you walk out the room to find jude awkwardly standing next to your door, his hands placed in front of him.

“‘m genuinely sorry, dude, like, i should have knocked.” he apologizes once more, his behavior making you smile. [because he looks stupid, not cute.]

“it’s fine, nothing to worry about.” you try to lift the mood by bumping your hips against his, winning a smile.

you walk back to the kitchen and start to give him the instructions to prepare the vegetables, yourself focusing on the sauce and the pasta.

it is like athletes getting in ‘the zone’, jude and you entirely focusing on your tasks at hand. you wanted to put on some music, but somehow the thought falls short, now the sound of you two working and moving around the kitchen filling the room. it’s nice, you don’t have the need to fill in the silence with small talk, since it doesn’t make you feel awkward. you hear jude hum the melody of a song and decide to listen to that, though it sounds rough.

“this big enough?” judes voice us soft, he moves next to you to show you the size of the tomato he cut, his body’s heat closing around you, relaxing at his closeness.

“yeah, just make sure that it doesn’t get too small.” you tell him, still stirring the sauce.

“yes, chef.” he salutes, continuing to cut up the vegetables.

everything goes on really well, the pasta looks great, the sauce tastes good and the vegetables are done. you plate the food and ask jude to take them to the table, which he does. as he comes back to put a dirty knife into the sink, you feel his big hand on the small of your back.

only when he moves back to the table you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest.

without further ado, you sit down around the table, “buen provecho.”

“you too.” jude immediately puts some of it into his mouth, groaning [literally moaning] at its taste.

though you agree with him that it tastes good, you don’t moan, but laugh at jude for shoving the food in to his mouth.

“the food won’t run away, y’know.” your teasing makes him look up from his plate, like a deer caught in the middle of the road.

“it’s so good.” his cheeks are full of food, however his sentence comes out clear.

a laugh escapes from your lips, somehow this entire situation is just funny to you. if someone would’ve told you two months ago that you would cook and eat dinner with jude bellingham during your internship, you’d pay their therapy from your own money. but now, look after you. here you are, eating some delicious pasta, the sun setting in the background and jude calling your name over and over again because you won’t listen to him. [you leaned how to ignore him]

“yes, jude?” you decide to answer him, his voice starting to irritate your ears.

“what are we gonna eat first dessert?”

“you leaving will be my dessert.” you sarcastically smile at him.

jude slumps back against his chair, exaggerated sigh leaving his mouth, “you were supposed to say ‘you’”

“tsk, you? where are you a dessert?” you can already feel your eye start to twitch, knowing that he will annoy you until you do as he says.

clapping his hands once, jude laughs, leaning forward, “people on the internet have other opinions, though.”

“great.”

you get up to clean your plate, not bothering to continue this [stupid] conversation.

jude appears next to you as you rinse your glass, plate at hand, “soo, ice cream?”

“don’t you miss your family?” judes side profile is highlighted by the moonshine, the many stars in his eyes now present in the deep blue sky.

though it is still warm outside, you have a thin blanket draped over your shoulders, ice cream bowl sits empty on the little table between jude and yourself.

“don’t you miss leaving me alone.” you respond, bith of you aware that you don’t actually mean it. [you do, you’re really tired and want to sleep].

“answer me, jalapeño.”

you scoff, turning your head to look at him, “that’s a stupid name.”

he turns to look at you as well, sleepy smile on his lips, “suits you, though.”

“no.”

“answer my question.”

you take a second to think, “well, yeah, i guess.”

“you guess?” judes eyes follow you as you get up to lean against the rail on the small balcony, eyes looking down at the street.

you hear him get up as well, his body now next to yours, its heat slowly coming your way. you have to fight the urge to lean against him, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“i do, i really miss my mum and my nephew,” you begin, the thought of your two year old nephew making you smile, “but i also love it here. i think i’ll even sadder to leave madrid than i was when i left home.”

jude hums in understanding, softly bumping his body against yours, “it’s because of me, right? i’m just so amazing, i’d miss me too.”

“tsk, yeah sure.” [it’s a lie]

the sound of a car passing by fills the silence between you, and you feel judes body slowly lean against yours, staying there. you don’t bother telling him to move away [you don’t want to], your body starts to tingle, warmth spreading through it. even though the night is calm, your mind is anything but that, different scenarios passing through your mind as you try to concentrate on anything but judes body. you feel his finger touching yours, slowly moving up your arm. you feel the hair on your neck stand up, heart rate picking up and each breath like its fueling the fire inside of you. you know he feels it, too, his finger is shaking as it moves up to your back, hand now caressing your neck.

you turn to look at jude, he does the same, it feels oh so slow as you two near each other, his eyes moving from your eyes down to your lips and back up, you feel it down to your feet, the tingling now numbing all of your senses. jude leans down, your faces now centimeters apart as he closes his eyes. you tilt your head to the side, feeling his breath on your skin as you also close your eyes.

the moon slowly disappears between you two, and you move to close the gap until -

#jude bellingham #football one shot #football x reader #x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football #jude bellingham fluff #lostinmadrid

126 notes · View notes

blueaetherr · 3 years ago

Note

can you write something like this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFDdKWHW/ with jude?

thank youu 💕

why wouldn't i?

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they pull the salt prank on jude

author's note: i would highly suggest watching the tik tok above, kinda(ish) gives context to the direction i took with this fic. enjoy, anon!

If there was one thing to learn about Jude, it was that he was kind, specifically a kind soul. He was careless yet careful and delicate. That, and everything else, was what many others loved about him; that was all that he was. On his good days, on his bad days, on those days where he wasn't provoked by any particular mood, he always came through to be kind—a gem—or simply, someone you wanted to be around if you weren't already.

It wasn't an aim, and it wasn't something that he tried to achieve or reach. That was just Jude, simply put; being kind—someone who would offer you a smile as he passed you, someone who would put others' needs before his own, someone whose hugs were calming and whole—was innate, uniquely something of Jude.

And this, by Jude, was projected to everyone around him. To his family, his friends, his partner, Y/N. From offering a hand when they reached the final step of the stairs to those compliments galore, and his ability to prioritise their peace of mind. His kindness, his pure heart, his personality, it could all stretch beyond wonders to reach Y/N.

But sometimes, or maybe more times than enough, did it go a bit too far or not far enough. For the soft soul he had, his kindness to his Y/N blinded him from potentially saying what needed to be said.

Y/N was setting up their phone when they heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Y/N laughed at the greeting, one that always remained sweet and adoring in their eyes. It also made them feel bad for the joke they were going to pull on Jude.

"I'm in here!" They called out, covering the spoon of salt with the pasta sauce.

Soon in came Jude, quickly coming by his partner's side and placing on kiss on the side of their head. Pulling away, he soon took notice of all the food in motion. "Oh my, God. You're making my favourite?" His face was beaming beyond one's usual timid happiness. He loved their cooking. It wasn't anything too simple or grand yet in his eyes, everything they made was some culinary excellence, tasting homemade. He couldn't deny any of their meals if he tried. And even if the meals were all too simple, he would remain believing that they were all too amazing.

"Thought you'd like some after training." Y/N shrugged with a small tug on their lips. Appearing somewhat nonchalant was the aim.

"You're amazing for this," he kissed their cheek once and then again, the second one lingering for a moment or two. "Thank you, love."

"It's just a little something. Speaking of," they mentioned as Jude wandered away to get a drink. Motioning to the pasta, they asked, "can you try this for me? I don't know if I put enough salt in it."

He nodded after closing the fridge and taking a drink of water. "Yeah, sure." Jude was always one to volunteer to do taste tests for Y/N before the meal was ready, wanting to make sure everything was all good for everyone else to eat.

"A'ight but careful," they warned as they held out the spoon with the pasta sauce on it. "It might be a bit hot." Chuckling softly as Jude blow on the spoon, they fed him the sauce.

Taking in a small breath, ready to sigh in relief and pure satisfaction, Jude's face quickly contorted. Initially, his facial expression expressed happiness that was wide and modest. But after the sauce rested in his mouth for far longer than it needed to, his face slowly deteriorated as it dropped a bit. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat, patting his chest. And yet on his face still remained a smile, one that appeared to be struggling and hurting. But a smile nonetheless; that was his intent anyways.

"So what do you think? Too little, too much?" Besides his facial expressions, they already knew that he wasn't feeling the food, not one bit. There was no oh that's really, really good! What did you put in it this time? There was also no I think I need to try it again just to make sure. His face remained so discombobulated and stressed that they had to contain themself from ruining the fun they were having.

Despite clearly not liking the sauce, despite the awful aftertaste left in his mouth, with his smile—gorgeous and kindly divine—he nodded and spoke, quicker than intended, "Yeah, yeah. It's all good."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Why wouldn't I?" Jude nodded, and this time with more conviction. If he was able to convince his partner to settle with his opinion, maybe he could then believe his own words. "It's great, like, really good. I mean—" He took another long sip of water; the aftertaste was far too strong and awful. "—maybe I would put a bit less salt in it. But other than that," he shrugged as his smile returned to his features. That struggle and hurt from before had faded for the most part. "it was great, loved it, really."

"And you're sure about that?"

Jude noticed a smirk slowly settling across their lips, making his smile falter a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't I—" His mouth fell open when he noticed the phone hidden by the knife rack. "No way! Why though?" He complained as he playfully shoved his partner who was in a small fit of laughter. The fact that he soon noticed the salt on the kitchen island behind them also didn't sit well with him, like he allowed himself to get played.

"It's just a bit of fun!" Calming down, sometime later or sooner, Y/N exhaled deeply as they got out their final laughs. "Why did you lie about that?"

"I feel like I have no room to judge your cooking skills with the ones I have," Jude admitted. He didn't cook or bake for them on the regular like Y/N did for him. If it wasn't them cooking or baking in the house, it was his mom, or their mom, or their sisters—honestly, anyone but him, even takeout beat him to it. It wasn't that he didn't try or that he was incapable in the kitchen. It was just for the best if he wasn't the one cooking. If there were other options than Jude then it would be for the better for everyone.

"Still though," they sighed, nudging him, "One day, which I hope never comes, I could accidentally do something wrong and you might just accept it."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, causing Y/N to laugh and Jude soon followed suit. And that was his denial voicing itself. They were right, and their friends were right; Jude was far too kind to criticise Y/N in any way, so much that he would accept their harmless mistakes without complaint. He wandered around the kitchen, aimlessly, "So if it actually doesn't taste like that, you think I could," shyly, Jude pointed to the pasta casserole, "you know?"

They couldn't help but roll their eyes, letting out a scoff. The appetite was still there and probably would remain for time to come. "Sure, why not?"

Offering him a small spoon of pasta sauce, making sure that it wasn't too hot, Y/N fed him the food. And there it all was, so clear and outstanding. His face grew with stunning delight, his eyes grew large with satisfaction as he dropped his head back, humming low. And there it was, that darling, darling smile of his, all at the cause of a sauce that Jude, personally, believed was cooked to perfection.

"You think I could try more of that?"

"Get changed, then we'll talk."

part 2

1K notes · View notes

jusalle · 2 years ago

Text

★Jude Bellingham Headcannons★

Jude would always call you "love" "Darling" "Honey"

Your kisses would make his knees go so weak for you

He would hold you by the waist

He always smiles because he knew you loved when he smiles

He always observes you and knows what you dislike and like

He loved when you give him butterfly kisses down his neck

He would always supported anything you did

When he sees you at his games his heart always melts when he sees you

Always thinks of you before making a goal. He thinks your his luck charm

Jude was laying down holding you from your waist. He just got finished with practice and came home.

You were on your phone enjoying Jude's company

"Your my luck charm ya know" He whispered

"Huh darling what did you say?"

" nothing honey" he said chuckling

He would always do goofy things like he would redo the "Oh my days" face from the France game

In public he would always hold your hand

Jude always got nervous with alot of people around him. He wasn't very social, he was only social when he had to.

"Y/n darling can you hold my hand" he whispered softly into your ear

You held his hand and laughed gently, he never admits that whenever he's nervous he likes to hold your hand.

"See love, your holding my because your nervous" you said gently looking at Jude

His face was covered in embarrassment

"That's not true love, I simply just like to hold your hand" he said said pouting like a child

Jude always loved the holidays and always liked to spend them with you

Jude liked to take you to to fancy dinners.

He would always be so patient with you

When you guys first met he was so shy

Jude was always shy when you guys hung out. Once he asked you out he was so afraid you would say no

"Hey Y/n- wanna like- I mean, if your not busy with work uhm could we get some lunch or maybe coffee but of course you don't gotta say yes heh" Jude said nervously

"Of course Jude, I only work on some days and luckily I'm off today" you said happily

He would definitely give you forehead kisses

Always taking little glances at your lips

He would say pick up lines but they never turn out right or somtimes you wouldn't even understand them

He would always listen to you and give you his attention.

Whenever he would come home he would always want to be in your arms.

He always tried his best for you

Whenever you were sick he would always try to take care of you

He never argued with you because he didn't like problems to start in the relationships

Always kisses you goodmorning and goodnight

Take you to his practices or his press conferences

Post Instagram photos of you and him

He gets along with anyone it can be your family or friends

Also send suggestions🤍

••••

Hello this was a quick one I wanted to do but I hope it's good and you guys enjoy.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham x reader #world cup

852 notes · View notes

iluvshinytwink · 2 years ago

Text

"Did you just say you love me?" - Jude Bellingham

"Be my lover every night."

Synopsis: In which you're baking with Jude as a date where Jude plans to say his first 'I love you' to you !

Now Playing . . . Ruthless by The Marias

a/n: i may or may not have gotten this idea from a show ive been binge watching for the past month 🙄🙄

ITWASJUSTAREALLYCUTEIDEAOKAY..

This also may or may not be an escape to forget im a layout artist for my exam and i literally have nothing in mind.

When Jude wanted to bake in your house you were a little skeptic, well, a little nervous on the fact he might burn your house down. This was your 6th date with your boyfriend and every date felt better then the last! Not this one though since there was a probability your house would burn down.

With enough promises that your house wouldn't burn down from your boyfriend you reluctantly agreed to it.

"Jude?" You greeted confused over the phone.

"Hi! I'm gonna come over by 5, okay?" Jude's enthusiastic voice said from the other line.

"Huh? I thought your practice was until 6?" You asked, sipping your drink. "They'll understand." Jude laughed. "And you already have the ingredients set and everything?" You smiled. "Yeah, duh. I have cookie cutters and everything!" Jude giggled which made you roll your eyes out of embarrassment and a little amusement. "Okay, bye then, Pillsbury Doughboy." You joked with a smile.

"Yeah, bye-- I--" Jude stammered. "I?" You chuckled, waiting for him to finish his statement. "I-- I'll see you later." Jude quickly said before ending the call.

Jude dug his phone in his pocket with a sigh and a racing heart. Right there. He was gonna slip, right there. A sigh escapes Jude's lips. He was so close to saying the forbidden words: "I love you". He's been wanting to tell you those words ever since the first date ended and a few minutes ago he was about to say it, over phone of all places.

This date was about having fun and making cute things with his girlfriend but mostly, this was the date where he wanted to say the forbidden words to you. The words that's been on his mind every time he looked at you. The words he wanted to say to you then and now. The words he wanted to hear from your lips too.

Jude hops in his car, checking the time which read 4:35pm. Jude looks over to the passenger seat where a brown bag full of baking equipment laid on top. Jude spots a bright red shape peeking out of the brown bag and decides to take it out.

It was a bright red cookie cutter. Jude couldn't help but smile as his heart raced knowing that he bought that stupid little cutter just for this occasion. Maybe you'll laugh at him wholeheartedly because of the cutter or you were going to giggle uncontrollably because of how cute it was, either way, he'd enjoy it with every passing minute.

You went over to your kitchen and started preparing. Jude didn't specify what the two of you were going to bake as you didn't bother to ask.

You wiped a damp cloth on your counter as your heart started pounding. Even after all these dates you couldn't help but feel giddy whenever you knew he was coming.

You didn't know what specifically was gonna go through this date but all you knew was that your house was going to be filled with honey-dipped laughter and pounding hearts.

About 30 minutes pass and you hear a knock on your door.

"Landlord!" The voice shouts. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your skull knowing who this voice was.

Your hand twists the doorknob, opening it.

Your eyes meet his and you couldn't help but feel a dust of pink powdering your cheeks.

"Hi." Jude breaths out with a smile, his pearly whites peeking. "Hey." You whispered with a bashful smile.

"I didn't know my landlord could be so cute." You said, breaking the silence. "I didn't know either." Jude laughs as he enters your house.

"What're we baking?" You asked as Jude places a big brown bag on your counter. "Cookies!" Jude says with a smile, you smiled back joyously. "All this stuff for cookies?" You said, looking over the brown bag which was filled to the top with whatever ingredients Jude thought may be needed for cookies.

Jude begins taking out the items from the brown bag and you immediately noticed the bright red cookie cutter along with other cutters. A blush dusted your cheeks as you examined it.

Jude looks over to you, smiling. "This is so cute." You breathed out. "You bought this for me?" You said, looking into his eyes. Jude nodded with a chuckle.

Jude stirred the batter in a pot while you watched. "I want to stir." You said. Jude giggles, continuing to stir. "No, you're in charge of decorating." Jude said, looking over to you. "I'm the brawn, you're the beauty." Jude says with a proud smile.

You and Jude sat on the floor, eyes glued on your oven as the orange light illuminated both of your faces.

"Do you think we added enough chocolate chip cookies?" Jude whispers to you. "I think we added too much." You whispered back.

You looked over to Jude, his eyes still on the oven. You could see the orange light shade his face and you could also see the orange light in his eyes as he stared with focus. His mouth was gaped a little as he stared.

A warm smile wrapped your lips.

Around 30 minutes pass and that was 30 minutes of Jude doing nothing but sitting on your kitchen floor as he stared at the cookies which slowly rose.

"I think they're done!" Jude shouts excitedly. An excited yelp was heard from you as you quickly got your oven mittens.

You opened the oven and soon came an aroma thag engulfed the both of you. Jude takes a big inhale before exhaling, pleased with the smell.

You place the baking pan on your counter as Jude followed the aroma like a hungry dog.

"Can we put the cutters in now?" Jude whispered with awe. "Not yet, you're gonna burn yourself." You laughed. "But it smells so good!" Jude exclaimed. "Just wait another 15-25 minutes, Jude." You rolled your eyes, dragging your boyfriend away from the cookies.

The two of you were situated on the couch, your knees hugged to your chest as a show played on the TV. Jude's head was on your shoulder as he was slowly drifting to sleep.

"Tired from baking already?" You whispered to your boyfriend. "No." Jude blurted. "Maybe." Jude whispers.

The two of you were now back in your kitchen as the two of you hovered on the fresh batch of cookies.

Jude quickly took a cutter and pressed it on the batch. You laughed at his excitement. You quickly took the heart-shaped one and pressed it on the pan.

Jude takes a small piece of the pan and pops it in his mouth. You looked over to him, waiting for a look of approval or disappointed.

Jude's eyes quickly light up and his lips tug into a pleased smile. "Mm!" Jude exclaims. Jude takes another piece and offers it to you.

Your hand was about to reach out for the given piece before you decided to open your mouth for Jude to pop it in.

You opened your mouth with a giggle. Jude smiled wholeheartedly, placing the piece of cookie in your mouth.

You took a piping bag in your hands which was filled with mild frosting to decorate the cookies with. Jude takes another piping bag and begins to decorate his own heart-shaped cookie.

Jude takes a deep breath. This is where his plan was finally going into motion. He was going to write 'I love you' on the cookie and hope you got the message and hopefully reciprocate the message.

"I'm done with mine!" You squealed, looking down on your cookie. "I'm done too." Jude sighs with relief. You face your boyfriend, eyes looking for his plate with his cookie. You looked at his part of the counter and noticed that there was no plate with no cookie. You looked over to your boyfriend who was also facing you and with his hands behind his back and a cheeky smile wrapping his lips.

You laughed, excited with whatever design he made that made him hide it from you.

"Close your eyes." Jude whispered with a smile, nearing you. You closed your eyes as you tried to fight your smile.

Jude takes a deep breath, heart racing and itching.

Jude brings the plate to his chest, he looked down at the cookie once more trying to see if there were any imperfections.

Jude's head then lifts to you where you were still smiling giddily.

Jude then thought if you weren't going to say the words back, his heart sinks. He looked back at you and he suddenly calmed down. Deep down he knew that you loved him even without even saying it. And he hoped that deep down you knew that too.

"Open your eyes." Jude whispered and you did so. Your eyes quick found the plate and quickly read the message displayed.

"I love you." The cookie read. Your mouth gaped open as your heart began beating faster. You looked up to your boyfriend to be assured of the message.

"I love you." Jude said a little weakly. Your eyes met his and his eyes displayed nothing but love, love that was for you.

"I love you too." You breathed out with a smile.

This was so detailed for what ☹️💔💔 i love making fluff ‼️‼️ with all the angsts i've made i think i've forgotten how fun writing fluff was WAGHHGGAGAGAG

I SWEAR BRO BEABADOOBEE AND THE MARIAS DOES SOMETHING TO YOU ESPECIALLY WHEN UR WRITING FLUFF 😼😼😼

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #delulu hours exe #iluvshinytwink

273 notes · View notes

mmvalentine · 4 years ago

Text

What Cardan Knows | Jurdan

Canon compliant I suppose, just more post-QoN nonsense. Smut aplenty.

Cardan knows a secret about Jude.

Knows she likes to be kissed right between the shoulder blades.

Knows that if you move your lips on the vertebra that sticks out at the base of her neck, she melts like chocolate in the summer sun.

Jude has spent today, like many days, sitting on her throne like she was born there. There is something so natural in the way that she rules the fae that never came quite so easy to Cardan. He feels more comfortable next to her now than he ever thought he would. Still. He does not think he relishes the power like Jude does.

And of course Jude looks spectacular while she does it. Cardan reclines in his own throne, throwing one leg over an armrest and letting his head fall back against the back. He watches Jude, straight backed and imperious, as she hands down stern judgement for a faerie who stole a human child. She had outlawed changelings since she has been Queen, and although the folk do not like it, they abide by her word.

Cardan finds it sexy that the court is still a little afraid of Jude. Cardan finds it sexy that this sharp and unyielding ruler is his alone to unravel. Later.

Jude does not like anyone to know that she can be tender. Even now, years after she’s gained the loyalty of her court, she avoids being vulnerable. Puts on her armour every morning to meet her subjects, her advisors, and even her sisters. Oak might be an exception. And Cardan, when he knows where to fit his myriad keys.

These are not things Jude has ever told him out loud. Not even to her husband would she confess the chinks in her armour aloud. But Cardan knows anyway. Knows the secret places she keeps her softness, and delights in uncovering them when they are alone in the safety of the dark of their bedroom. Only when she is sure no one is looking does she bare her underbelly to him and let him press toothy kisses there. Cardan loves when Jude is ruthless. Cardan loves when Jude is soft.

Now Jude is sending the faerie away and the fae dislike her changing the rules. But she hands out cruelty like treats in the throne room and so they still adore her. A good public punishing is as good as trading babies. There is a hard glint in Jude’s eye as she watches him go, and then she flicks her wrist and the revelry begins once again. It’s all so simple. She looks out at the crowd with a cold boredom on her face, but Cardan knows she’s riding a high from watching her own orders executed. He also knows it turns her on like nothing else.

And so Cardan pushes himself up off his bramble throne, leans over to his wife with his back to the court, and murmurs, “take your leave my Queen, for I have business with you elsewhere.”

Jude’s lip curls when she answers, and her voice trickles like ice water over his skin. “I do not attend your bidding my Lord, I would stay to see the end of the revel.”

“Nevertheless,” Cardan says, and his fingers slide down her wrist to read her telltale pulse. “I have business with you elsewhere.”

And although Jude does delight in denying her husband, she rarely denies herself. So she rises smoothly while Cardan watches with one eyebrow raised, and allows him to take her hand and lead her into the alcove behind the throne room.

Cardan shuts the door and the noise outside suddenly chokes off. He turns and Jude is staring at him with her chin up in her regal golden gown, and she is resplendent.

“Well?” She demands. “What is it you wish to discuss so urgently?”

“First,” Cardan purrs, “I mean this to be an informal meeting, since you and I are wed and need not stand on ceremony. Let me remove your formal attire.” He walks behind her and Jude’s head turns, but she doesn’t otherwise move. Cardan’s movements are careful as he removes the heavy crown from Jude’s head; he has had his fingers bitten for this before.

But Jude does not react, so he goes for the heavy collar of gold plates she wears, unhooking the clasp and lifting it carefully from her shoulders. Next is the fastening in the back of her bodice, and even as she is undressed Jude’s spine remains as straight as the sword at her hip.

There have been times where she fucks him just like that. With steel in her eyes and Cardan’s throat between her fingers, when she holds him down with her thighs and draws his rapture from his lips like she can summon his very soul.

But today Cardan wants to pull at Jude’s threads and unspool her at his feet. So he stands behind her, and kisses her like feathers in that secret spot of hers. In between her scapulae. Traveling up toward the bones of her neck. And infinitesimally, Jude’s shoulders loosen beneath his touch.

Cardan smiles against her skin as his fingers skim the outside edge of her bare arms, and she leans her head back toward him so his lips can better reach her throat. When her eyes slide closed, Cardan pulls the tie of her skirt and it pools around her feet. He lifts her out of it and by the time her weight is in his arms, Jude is pliant against his chest.

Cardan lays Jude down on the low couch, and in the moment between kisses where his tongue lifts off her skin and his teeth touch down elsewhere, he whispers honeyed pet-names to her. "Ruthless," he calls her sweetly. He moves down her belly. "Unscrupulous. Uncompromising. Without mercy. Immovable."

At the last, he curls his tongue in the apex of her thighs, and Jude lifts her hips to his mouth with a soft cry. She is not immovable, and he knows it. His tail wraps around her ankle as her leg tries to jerk upward, and holds it in place. Cardan moves lazily, breathes steadily against the Queen and relishes in her slow undoing.

"Cardan," she whispers, and he hums with his lips on her pussy.

In fact, the real secret that Cardan knows is that Jude is not any of the things he calls her, and despite the way fae crave wickedness like opium, it is the very heart of Jude that he loves the most.

"Will you punish me, too?" Cardan asks her. His face moves up her body but one of his fingers replace his tongue inside her and Jude is not able to answer him. "If I confess my sins to you will you hand down my own judgement?"

"Did you steal any children away?" Jude manages to ask him, but her breathing is coming in short pants and her voice is strained.

"No," Cardan laments. "Although I think I would enjoy having a pet."

Jude's eyes flash, but Cardan makes one finger two and her words don't make it out.

"My sins," Cardan tells her, and then leans close to admit it in her ear while his hand speeds up between her legs. "are so numerous as to be unforgivable." He even sounds a little sad, and Jude's eyes open.

"There is always mercy," she breathes.

"Then forgive me, my saint," Cardan says, and then twists his fingers and presses down on her clit at the same time, so Jude climaxes suddenly and unexpectedly. Her lovely brown eyes widen in surprise and her lips part in bliss, and before she has come all the way down Cardan removes his fingers and slides his cock into her even as she shudders and spasms.

Cardan barely moves before Jude is coming again, and the waves of it around him are exquisitely divine. He moans his pleasure as he sinks into her again and again, and revels in the Queen laid bare. His hips kiss hers and it is in this space he finds his absolution daily. For as hard and uncaring as Jude is not, so is Cardan secretly not so unaffected or shameless as he makes out to be.

And as Jude wraps her legs around his waist, and her hands around the back of his neck pull his forehead down to hers, he wonders if this is what Jude knows, too.

Cardan moves his lips against Jude's neck and the increasingly irregular rhythm of his hips matches the erratic beating of his heart, and when Jude's teeth bite into his throat as if to suckle at his lifeblood, he comes hard buried deep inside her.

Minutes later, the King and Queen of Elfhame are still tangled together on the couch. Jude's head is on Cardan's chest and he has the sharp claw tip of a fingernail circling against her shoulder. A faint bruise is blooming on his throat, and the tip of his tail is brushing against her elbow.

"Shall we return you to the revel, my love?" Cardan asks her. Jude looks at him, then stands fluidly and holds her chin up and her arms out.

"Dress me, husband," she commands, and Cardan picks up her clothes off the floor and puts everything back on. Piece by piece, layer by layer, fingers meticulous. Pinning her hair and fastening the scabbard by her waist. Jude is still like a mannequin, and when he is done she lowers her arms and sweeps out of the room without a backward glance.

Cardan straightens his own clothes, plonks his crown back on his head and then saunters back out to the thrown room. Jude is already being offered a selection of the fattest, sweetest grapes and she spears them with a fine dagger before she puts them to her kiss-swollen lips. And when she drags the knife point back out of her mouth, he doesn't know whether he'd rather be the blade or the fruit.

Either way, he is more than content to spend the rest of the night watching Jude rule the fae with an iron fist, as his kisses fade on her skin.

****

Sorry that was so curly! When I started writing Jurdan I just thought I would write these snarly, snappy creatures but it turns out I'm just a sucker for them shedding their skins when they're alone. Also, I planned on writing hardcore smut and all that came out was... intense feels? What is happening?

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @asteria-of-mars @swankii-art-teacher @loosingdreams @feysand-loml @cityofbookish

*NOTE* I have two entirely separate masterlists/ taglists for my feysand and jurdan stuff!! Hope this makes it all easy to navigate!

#jurdan #jurdan fic #smut #mine

155 notes · View notes