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JUDE, JENNY, ANGEL & CALLIE — DAY THIRTY-THREE.

location : day beds

time : mid-day maybe idk

description : judenny and angellie are all disgustingly PDA while discussing 2000s trends like planking and gangnam style.

featuring : jenny / @blondcs ; angel / @dobits ; callie / @graftisms

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

she almost feels bad for the neglected daybed that sits untouched while jude, angel and callie all crowd onto the pink one. it’s compelling enough that in her trek toward them she stops off to offer the yellow pillows a consolatory pat before plucking one up to carry along with her as she makes her way to the popular side. “incoming,” is her only warning, and a minute too late. she tosses the pillow at an engrossed angel and is already flopping onto jude hard enough that their skin slaps then slides against his, her body extending over the full length of him, chest to chest, toe to toe. “does it look like i’m planking?” the words get muffled against him briefly before she turns to face them, her smile softening into something shyer. “what’re you guys talking about?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

distracted, jude notices jenny a second too late, no time to brace himself before she's diving on top of him, a groan as the sharp indents of her hipbones collide with his, his hands coming up to catch her. "christ sake, give a guy some warning." his hands slide around to her bum, keeping her on him, mouth dipping to press a kiss to the space where her shoulder meets her neck. "some people get off from this," he tells her, solemnly, like he's discussing a deadly disease. "i'm serious, just from another person putting their whole body weight on them." naturally, she's probably now thinking about whether jude's one of those people — he's not. "talkin' about how fuckin' annoying you are... bit awks, actually." jude teases, fingers mussing through a handful of her hair. god, he hopes callie doesn't think he's like, negging her or whatever. he's just british.

angel reid

“oh, that’s me,” angel snaps and points with recognition to jude’s kink lesson. “i mean… not get off,” he clarifies, a glance up to callie whose body he’s leaned back against, his back tucked between her legs. “what, you guys don’t fuck with weighted blankets?” whatever they were talking about before was probably even less interesting than this. “— wait, did you say planking?” angel snorts. he takes callie’s hands like they’re his second set, pretends like he’s gonna box jenny with them, jabbing. “2012 wants their meme back, buddy.”

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

she half expects jenny to end up kneeing jude in the nuts when she jumps on him like that, only mildly disappointed when he doesn't, even if she winces in anticipation anyway. "that makes me hot thinking about it," callie makes a face at the thought of fucking under weighted blankets, before clarifying, "—sweaty, i mean. but i've also never seen a weighted blanket that big, so," a shrug. she won't knock it til she tries it, though she tends to run warm anyway, preferring sheets to heavy blankets. her eyes roll lightly as angel manhandles her wrists, swatting him away after a few seconds so she can take the pillow jenny threw at him and pretends to smother him with it. in the end, she just pushes it into his chest and hugs her arms around it, a callie-angel-pillow sandwich. "i bet jude was really into planking back then, weren't you?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"yeah?" she mumbles against the shell of jude's ear, nipping at it before folding her arms up to rest against his chest. this is nice, reminds her of earlier days in the villa back when she had josh and rhys to lean on. sure it's not her usual trio and she still feels slightly cautious around callie, but there's no room for lingering tension with jude and angel's bromance taking center stage. it's too easy to get swept up in the chat, the bants, the effortless way their energies bounce off one another and, in turn, off everyone else. both times she means to interject with a schoolyard 'oooh,' the lovebirds self correct just as the sound comes out and jenny has to snort back a laugh, sharing a look with jude, communicating through a scrunch of her nose, maybe the slightest shift of her hips. "look at him, he's such a planker. that's the same era as parkour, right?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

"remind me never to touch a weighted blanket at your gaff," jude notes, nose wrinkling up at the thought of angel's spaffy weighted blankets, though it doesn't last long, the weight of jenny above him enough to distract him. "makes you hot?" jude pries, half-excited, before callie can mince her words. "oh. sweaty..." boring. "you guys will have to get 'his' and 'hers' blankets when you're sharing a bed on the outside. so angel's can be weighted and yours can be like, a sheet or whatever." jenny's biting his ear then, dragging his attention away, and his sigh is half-moaned, though fortunately quiet enough that probably only jenny hears it—he doesn't need to give callie another reason to not hang out with him. it's sweet of callie to be putting in effort with him, even if it is just enquiring about his ability to plank. "sounds like you're calling me a plonker." is that a word on their side of the pond? "but yeah. i was big into planks, leisure diving, gangnam style... teenage jude was like, the king of tiktok trends before tiktok was even a thing." im literally cringing writing this. his hand slides down to ping the band of jenny's bikini bottoms, stomach tightening at the shift of her hips.

angel reid

“oh, you’re gonna touch my gaff,” angel tells jude, mostly sarcastically miffed. “you’re gonna be all up in my gaff.” he’s got not a single clue what gaff means. “well, the way she cuddles—,” voice muffles against the pillow callie presses into his face, “it’s all over the place.” even imminent death doesn’t stop him from teasing her, demonstrating the way callie sleeps by messily slinging his leg and half an arm over jenny and jude. “it’s basically like having a weighted blanket.” as if angel has any grounds to comment on personal space, sprawled out over her. judifer seem partly distracted, sliding around on top of each other and angel scoffs a laugh sotto voce. “you guys’ll have to get a cold shower on the outside,” spoken out the side of his mouth to callie. “wait — how’s gangnam style go again?” g’head. take the bait, jude.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"hey!" angel's ribbing makes her scoff, arms uncoiling around him so she can lean back on the palms of her hands, in a poor attempt to create some space while he's literally still on top of her. "you know what, i'll remember that tonight, when you're begging for my cuddles. i wouldn't want to smother you." but she can't even say it without smirking, because there's just something so funny about this entire scenario, the four of them on the same bed being gross with their pda. all she wants to do is tell jenny and jude to get a room—which she basically does, with a quick "sorry, should we leave you two alone?"—but with angel sprawled on top of her, it's not like they're that much better, just predictably pg. it's just nice to once again be in a couple she can feel this comfortable in, she thinks, laughing easily at jude's incredibly unsurprising peek into his teen years. "wait, what's leisure diving?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“are you a plonker?” the word doesn’t quite roll off the tongue with her over-annunciated american ‘r,’ and not even the flirty lilt of her voice can keep it from sounding a little ugly. she snorts, whirling on angel. “does callie do that too? just casually drop the most made up sounding words you’ve ever heard in your life. i swear, this one speaks a foreign fucking language,” she pinches jude’s nose then, snapping her teeth just shy of it, though angel’s flailing nearly throws off her depth perception. the slant of her brows is all suggestive as she reaches behind her for the loose limb draped across them. “well you know what they say about wild cuddlers,” and makes like she’s going to steer his hand down to her ass before letting it free with a wicked little laugh. god, they’re too easy. she nuzzles back against jude’s chest, her voice lowering just for him then, heavy gaze dipping from his eyes to his lips. there’s a moment’s hesitation, just a second to build the tension as if she’s about to say something filthy until, “if you sing gangnam style right now, i swear to fucking god.” a low laugh and her toes curl against his before she tucks her face down, collects herself—no way this guy can be so hot yet so cringe—then turns to callie. “leave us alone? why?” she pushes her hips into jude. visibly. “c’mon, we’re all having fun… keys are in the bowl…”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“don’t all showers have a cold setting?” jude’s probably just as partial to a cold shower as a hot one. nothing like a freezing cold wake up call to gear you up and at 'em for a five am start. if he wasn’t so close with angel, he’d probably be suspicious of the way jenny guides his hand down towards her ass, backing out at the last second. would angel fuck jenny? surely not. bro code, right? jeez, jude. paranoid much? “no way, bro. i’m not doing gangnam style.” and have that follow him around for the rest of his life? cringe. predictably, jenny’s all over him like a rash, his hand sliding over her waist to draw her closer, mouth meeting hers in a quick peck. she makes it so easy to be affectionate, despite callie’s sour suggestion that they should get a room. probably, but he feels like—for jenny, at least—half the fun is flaunting it. it’s alright for jenny. if she gets horny, no one will be any wiser, but if jude gets horny it’s a different kettle of fish entirely, and he’s not looking to get a boner when they’re hanging out with friends. callie provides the perfect out, jude’s hands fastening around jenny’s hips to shove her off him, a kiss pressed against her forehead like a consolation prize. “leisure diving is like…” jude moves to the other day bed, folds one arm behind his head and places the other on his hip, adopting a relaxed pose as he dives horizontally onto the day bed. “usually, you’d do it into water off a diving board. people get crazy with props and stuff, like, reading the newspaper, having a coffee. actually, you know what. let’s not half ass this...” patting down the pocket of his trunks, jude fishes out a solitary cig, and pops it in his mouth. he pushes up from the day bed and jogs over towards the pool, leaping up at the last second and leisure diving in, one hand behind his head, the other lighting his cig, which disintegrates the moment he hits the water, but worth it for the meme.

angel reid

“not really,” angel answers jenny’s aside thoughtfully, playful in their pretending that their partners aren’t literally right there. “mostly it’s just super weird turns of phrases. although — y’know, i still have no idea where ‘crikey’ comes from.” he’d thought she was joking the first time she said it, an australian cliche. angels pulls on the blonde’s grip like she’s threatening to stick it in the fire pit, accentuating the drama with a chain of ewewew and a decisive sicko. then he’s paying attention to jude who easily claims the spotlight, angel absently reaching back to find the arms callie is keeping from him in punishment, the goal to form her around him again. “man, the brits are so weird,” angel jokes under his breath, a bit surprised that there are enough pools in england for this to be a meme. it does prove entertaining though, he sits up laughing as jude breaks the surface of the water mid-drag. “‘kay, that looked kinda sick.” he wants in. mic is peeled from around his neck and left in the absence he leaves in callie’s lap. he grabs one of the daybed pillows as he runs to the pool. his leisure dive is as horizontal as possible, pillow clutched under his head like he’s in the middle of taking a nap.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"where does anything come from?" she argues, with a roll of her eyes. "it's not like you americans are without your weird slang." she'll never forget the first time she heard someone use the word bush outside of talking about the outback. granted, crikey isn't exactly hip lingo back home, but it's what happens when you grow up learning how to speak by your grandparents. eyebrows raise in interest while she watches jude perform for them like a little boy demanding attention by throwing himself onto the next bed over, letting angel wrap her arms around him again just for him to pull out of her grip only a minute later. letting out a laugh, she sits up so she can crane her neck better to watch them both dive into the pool, looking absolutely bloody ridiculous. glancing over at jenny, she shares a look with her, because surely she has to feel it too. "we're dating twelve years olds, aren't we?" she laughs. it's never felt so apparent as it does right now that callie isn't used to dating dudes, even if this is arguably something frankie would've done as well.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"whoa that's—oof—deep. hey," she manages whilst being tossed aside like yesterday's paper. just a quick peck to soften the blow and a half-landed smack to his ass, though he skirts just far enough away that her hand can't manage that nice, satisfying 'thwack' before he's off and running. it can't be worse than gangnam style, yet for all the cringing and massaging of her temples, she has to keep her mouth pinched tight to fend off a big, goofy smile. "what a loser," but it's all affection as she whips out her phone, not fast enough to get the shot of jude but with enough time to crawl to the edge of the bed and nab one of sleeping beauty over there. she snickers and holds it out so callie can see, sharing in her 'reluctant' amusement. "twelve and a half, actually, " she corrects in her best prepubescent boy. "wait—guys!" the redirect is sudden enough that callie likely falls victim to the abrupt change in volume as she turns toward the pool, cupping one side of her mouth to amplify her voice. not that she needs a ton of help there—she's a former cheerleader from new jersey. "do one together! let me get a couples' shot!"

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