#jude & jenny.

[starrynightsxo]

"And you think it was sunrise I was waiting for and not my queen."

CARDAN FREAKING GREENBRIAR THE MAN HE IS

[baddestbittyontheblock]

february fic recs (1/2)

✦ dividers by @saradika-graphics, @gigittamic ✦

Ⳋ᧙ hi everyone!! i've read a ton of fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of february!! Ⳋ᧙ ⑅part 2⑅

I made 2 post's for february cause it was too long lol

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Ⳋ᧙ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings Ⳋ᧙

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ also, if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

women's soccer

alexia putellas

❀᧓ when i break, it’s in a million pieces (1/3) by @girlgenius1111 alexia x putellas!reader

-the pressure on reader is intense, from her sister more than anyone. an injury pushes her to her breaking point. desperate not to let her sister down, reader struggles under the weight of her injury.

❀᧓ shining just for you (2/3) by ^ alexia + barça & putellas!reader

-reader only gets worse. alexia gets frustrated. a much needed conversation is attempted.

❀᧓ all i do is try, try, try (3/3) by ^ alexia putellas x putellas!reader

-alexia and reader finally talk.

❀᧓ young, drunk, and alone by ^ alexia putellas x putellas!reader | angst, fluff, brief mentions of blood and vomiting. and alcohol consumption, 6k

-reader infuriates her sister when she sneaks out and gets drunk with her friends. alexia comes to realize that maybe, this is a result of her pushing you too hard.

❀᧓ you come back from gravity by ^ alexia putellas x reder | angst, fluff

-alexia and reader have an argument. reader misunderstands, and when alexia leaves to calm down, she thinks she's going for good.

❀᧓ annoyances by @sunnyaelia alexia putellas x reader | pure fluff, reader being a little shit

-alexia forces you to come with her to a photo shoot and a meeting while you’re tired - you’re intent on making her regret it 

❀᧓ matches and hickeys by ^ alexia putellas x reader | mostly fluff and then suggestive at the end, not meant for minors!

-alexia is very proud to take you with her to a match - until one of her opponents starts flirting with you 

❀᧓ jealously and sisterhood by ^ alexia putellas x reader | angst

-alexia and you are dating and she is happy that you get along with her sister alba so well - until people start thinking you and alba are a thing. in her effort to keep you away from her sister, she drives a wedge in between you and her relationship

❀᧓ listener and talker by ^ alexia putellas x reader | grumpy x sunshine trope but a very mild version of it

-you always think that you talk too much for alexia to listen to everything - she proves otherwise 

❀᧓ listener and talker 2 by ^ alexia putellas x reader | pure fluff

-alexia continues to be cute and you try to match her actions and do some things for her

❀᧓ insecurities and drunk talks by ^ alexia putellas x reader | talks about body insecurities and then wanting to change body image, nothing heavy or detailed though and it’s about gaining muscles not losing weight! also non sexual nudity and suggestive comments, 18+ please 

-alexia tries to tease you by not initiating any physical contact anymore - she doesn’t expect that you might misunderstand it and withdraw from her as a result 

❀᧓ laps and regret by ^ alexia putellas x reader | this contains descriptions of reader almost throwing up and non sexual nudity 

-in her efforts to hide your relationship to the others on the team, alexia overdoes it during training and is way too strict on you - it has consequences 

❀᧓ delay by @awfcspencer alexia putellas x reader | mdni 18+ only, smut with basically no plot. dom!alexia, sub!reader, fingering, strap-ons, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial

-flight cancellation isn’t ideal, especially when you had been teasing alexia all day.

❀᧓ dancing with the devil (1/3) by @pers1st alexia putellas x singer!reader | mentions of drugs and alcohol

-meeting alexia hadn't been an accident. if anything, meeting anyone, for you, was an accident, because more often than not, people were screaming into your face, demanding pictures and autographs and spinning theories about your private life that you were pretty sure could be considered conspiracies.

❀᧓ painkillers (2/3) by ^ alexia putellas x singer!reader | alcohol & drug abuse

-if lois noticed the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, he didn't mention it. you turned the radio on from the control in the back, desperate to escape the whistling thoughts in your head.

❀᧓ afterglow (3/3) by ^ alexia putellas x singer!reader | mentions of OD

-keira was taken away first. alexia noticed it as she marched across the damp pitch, a winter coat shielding her body from the cool wind, her body glistening with sweat.

❀᧓ bittersweet by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader

-the roar of the crowd was deafening. spain had won, and while you were so proud of alexia, you couldn't bring yourself to move to congratulate her.

❀᧓ testy by @acornsquish alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+ minors dni, AFAB reader, cunnilingus, fingering, begging, restraints, D/S undertones, orgasm control

-you're in a terrible mood, for no particular reason. you know exactly what would help, but your girlfriend's been insanely busy for weeks, and you don't want to ask for what you need and put one more thing on her plate. alexia figures it out anyways.

❀᧓ broken by @ale-wosofan alexia putellas x reader | little bit of angst (+fluff), implied adhd

-reader is struggling but she’s not sure why or how to fix it. will she finally be honest with her girlfriend about how she’s feeling?

❀᧓ reliance by @leahluvr alexia putellas x reader | angst, comfort

-your newborn son won’t go to sleep

❀᧓ spoiled rotten by @wileys-russo alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-"only me!" you called out as you stepped through the front door, immediately nearly crashing to the floor over a pair of your girlfriends sneakers she'd left laying in the way.

❀᧓ caught on camera by ^ alexia putellas x putellas!reader

-"where are you going? the field is that way hermana."

❀᧓ open your eyes by @magics-neptunes-things alexia putellas x reader

-alexia. you’ve known her since you were a little girl. you met her when the ball she was playing with ended up in your backyard and she came looking for it, half hidden behind her father.

❀᧓ between us by @alexias-putellas alexia putellas x reader x jenni hermoso

-you’d had a crush on alexia from the moment you’d laid eyes on her the day you signed your barcelona contract. she was pretty and kind. and unfortunately, taken.

aitana bonmatí

❀᧓ sleepyhead by @storiesforthemoonchild aitana bonmatí x reader

-breakfast was always loud with the team, and you loved it.

❀᧓ clingy by @alexias-putellas aitana bonmatí x reader | fluffy

-with a heaved sigh, you pushed open the apartment door, dragging your suitcase in behind you. the quiet humming you could hear stopped and was replaced by the sound of footsteps.

❀᧓ beach babe by @princejiu aitana bonmatí x reader

-the barca girls spots a beach babe and aitana is immediately in love

jessie fleming

❀᧓ you've been missed by @lovinpelova jessie fleming x reader | smut

-jessie feels a bit more lonely than usual, so she makes sure you get home earlier.

leila ouahabi

❀᧓ eyes on me by @repulsiveliquidation leila ouahabi x reader | smut

-the sun shines through the hotel room in malta. leila has her arm wrapped around your middle with a tight grip on you.

mapi leon

❀᧓ don't doubt us by @girlgenius1111 ingrid x mapi x reader | 18+ smut!

-reader gets sick. mapi and ingrid get overprotective. reader pushes herself too hard, but her girlfriends know what she needs better than she does

ingrid engen

❀᧓ ingrid blurb by @wileys-russo ingrid engen x reader

-"i didn't know you switched numbers"

❀᧓ inside everything by @retrocesosdestacion ingrid engen x reader | smut, minor disastrous, +18 writting, semi-public sex, touching, fingering, r sub, maybe a bit realistic, did not reach the limit, half sex, almost caught.

-It's shopping day, however you are very doubtful on which denim shorts you are going to acquire.

❀᧓ don't doubt us by @girlgenius1111 ingrid x mapi x reader | 18+ smut!

-reader gets sick. mapi and ingrid get overprotective. reader pushes herself too hard, but her girlfriends know what she needs better than she does

alessia russo

❀᧓ mornings with you by @mrchiipchrome alessia russo x reader | suggestive, 1.4k

-early morning rays of sun peeked in through the blinds as your girlfriend admired your features lit up by the soft glow of the rays. alessia’s blonde hair was splayed over the pillow, her finger tracing soft shapes into the skin of your arm. 

❀᧓ puzzle book by @wileys-russo alessia russo x reader

-cute little blurb about being on camp in spain with less

jenni hermoso

❀᧓ homecoming by @girlgenius1111 jenni hermoso x reader | smut! 18+

-jenni returns from a trip without you, intent on reminding you of who you belong to. you are only interested in proving to her that you've forgotten who is in charge.

❀᧓ between us by @alexias-putellas alexia putellas x reader x jenni hermoso

-you’d had a crush on alexia from the moment you’d laid eyes on her the day you signed your barcelona contract. she was pretty and kind. and unfortunately, taken.

❀᧓ caught by @barcaatthemoon jenni hermoso x reader | minors dni, 18+, smut

-you and jenni get caught breaking one the team's "no hotel sex" rule.

ona batlle

❀᧓ scratches down your back now by @alessiasfreckles one batlle x reader | smut 18+, dom!ona, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), back scratching, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink

-you just want ona to use you, and she's more than happy to do so.

men's soccer

jude bellingham

❀᧓ tainted memories by @anadiasmount jude bellingham x reader | angst? smut and fluff, minors dni, 3.6k

-breaking up wasn’t apart of the plan. so was also inviting him to your friends party, but now that he’s back after seven months, a little rekindle never hurts anyone, right?

❀᧓ not what you think by ^ jude bellingham x reader | 2.1k

-a club filled with many girls but the one he wants is standing in the dance floor, his best friends little sister. he shouldn’t be thinking the way he does, but something about seeing you doing something he never thought and imagined has his mind racing with thoughts that were forbidden…

❀᧓ a love that feels right by @judethsluvr brother’s bsf!jude bellingham x fem!reader | 18+ minors dni

-“you know you don’t have to share a tent with me—in fact i’d be happy to have one for myself, just saying.”

❀᧓ just a fan by @mufcjb jude bellingham x reader | just slight angst, appearances from Camavinga and Vini Jr

-a security guard at one of jude’s games mistakes you for a fan.

❀᧓ wag in training by ^ jude bellingham x reader | insecurities, body image issues, brief mentions of lack of eating,very angsty

-reader is insecure about her capabilities of being a wag and feeling like she doesn’t fit in, especially after seeing the others at the world cup.

❀᧓ la playa by @moviestarmartini jude bellingham x latina!reader | really short instagram aus at both the beginning and the end, situationship where they both clearly fell for each other but won't discuss it, pet names in spanish, NSFW, semi-public sex, soft dom!jude if you squint, teasing, p in v, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), creampie, cockwarming, fluff (aka two big goofs in love), 2.0k

-situationship!jude asked to spend the summer vacations with you. he's been looking at you with something other than his hungry eyes for some time now.

❀᧓ ballroom extravaganza by @leviscolwill jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader | jude is jealous, reader drives for mclaren w lando, possible racing inconstancies (i can't drive to save my life), reader crashes (nothing too bad happens tho), gasly slander, language ??, quite angsty but happy (&fluffy) endin, 1.7k

-you always hated arguing with jude, but even more so when you're about to race monaco's streets

❀᧓ watermelon sugar by @judeswhore jude bellingham x fem!reader | 18+, minors dni, oral (f), pussy drunk jude??

-jude just can’t get enough of you

bridgerton

anthony bridgerton

❀᧓ bridgerton blues by @imthebadguyyy anthony bridgerton x reader | smut, heavy smut and excessive amount of fluff

-it's the first time after your wedding that anthony sees you sporting the signature bridgerton colour : blue, and it does things to him that he can only express in a much more....physical manner.

❀᧓ truth or dare by @ithebookhoarder anthony bridgerton x wife!reader | alcohol, mild smut, swearing, anthony losing his mind, typical bridgerton sibling shenanigans 

-married only a few months, you are very much one of the bridgerton brood - something that often drives your poor husband mad, especially when you happen to be every bit as chaotic and unruly as his siblings... also known as, you, benedict and eloise take a game of ‘truth or dare’ a bit too far. 

❀᧓ to lose yourself by @frost-queen anthony bridgerton x reader

-you and anthony have an intense moment in the library at lady danbury's ball. It leads to full on kissing till his sister daphne enters shockingly. teasingly she starts telling you to duel her just like anthony once did with simon.

call of duty

simon riley

❀᧓ drabble by @truetogaia simon riley x reader

-simon keeps his late girlfriend's things long after her passing.

❀᧓ simon fic by @lunarw0rks simon riley x gn!reader | nsfw + sfw, established relationship, smut/fluff, shower sex, hurt/comfort, 1.1k

-reader using their safe word for the first time with ghost

❀᧓ picture by @peachesofteal simon riley x fem!reader | 18+ minors dni, pregnancy, pregnant reader, blow job, praise kink, blood, violence, injury, ptsd, anxiety, trust issues. simon is bad at feelings. soap is a good friend. POV switches

-soap gives simon a picture.

❀᧓ simon blurb by @hecateslore dad!simon x mom!reader

-a working mom who comes home to a retired papa!simon

❀᧓ smut blurb by @shotmrmiller pornstar!ghost x fem!reader | 18+, smut

-pornstar!ghost who can't seem to ever keep his hands to himself whenever you're around, even when about to film.

[starrynightsxo]

cardan: *messing with his hair in the mirror* I feel like I need to do something different with my hair.

jude: why?

cardan: *smirking* I knew you liked this hairstyle.

jude: *abruptly walks off*

cardan: *finger guns in the mirror* oooh yeah, we still got it.

[thejudeduarte]

These will never get old

[starrynightsxo]

I AM 50% THROUGH SHATTER ME.

respectfully, who tf is adam and why have I not heard anything about him. ever.

[pernillecfcw]

What player would you like to see play for Chelsea women’s and men’s team? Doesn’t need to be realistic just any player you like.

Haaland would be a good shout would have love to see him come play for Chelsea and Bellingham and Puyol . For Chelsea women I’d love to see Marta that would be been so good , Mapi león , bunny shaw , Ingrid , alexia , Fleming again , Aitana , ji again , hermoso . What about you anon💙 I’m probably forgetting so many but can’t think haha .

[annamatix]

throwback to jenny's hawthorne brothers to tumblr mutuals logic this morning

[plantfeed]

location: marina state park. status: closed for jenny @doomcd

     it never gets any easier to meet an ex-lover and leave with a box full of things. under his bed back at his mum’s, there’s a treasure trove of old shoe boxes stuffed with fragments of people he’s loved ; strips of polaroids from nightclub photo booths, half-finished chapsticks left in his coat pockets, labels peeled from bottles of wine shared on a tube to notting hill carnival, the glittery remnants of a shoddily fashioned mix tape. he used to leave things behind — favourite kitchen knife, a roll of film, his dignity — so that he’d have an excuse to go back and collect them. they’ve tried this before, only he’d gone round to jenny's place, with the intention to be in and out with the last of his stuff in no more than five minutes. instead, he’d ended up in and out of jenny. sex always feels so much fucking better when it might be the last time. he’s chosen a park this time around, because it feels like they’re unlikely to fuck in broad daylight with like, kids and ducks and old people present and shit. but then again, it’s him and jenny, and given their track record he probably shouldn’t rule it out. she finds him on the bridge, skimming stones across the pond with one hand, lost mary vape in the other, his body betraying him with a smile when he looks at her. he slips back into old habits despite himself. eyes snap back to the water to watch his stone skim, only to realise that in his distracted state it's the vape that's left his hand and not the stone. “ oh, for fuck sake. ” jude watches as the little bottle of oil kisses the surface of the water once, twice, then sinks below the current, before turning his attention back to jenny. “ hi trouble. ” at once he’s both too casual for the intensity of what they’d shared and too familiar for what they’ve become. it feels like he exists in a fugue state where he no longer remembers how he’s meant to behave, the simultaneous desire to draw her closer and lengthen the distance between them resulting in him standing upright and wooden like a shitty 90s video game NPC, unsure of what to do with his arms. “ you got my warhammer figurines in there ? ” despite the lack of humour in his delivery, it’s obviously intended as a joke. possibly the only person, living, dead, or fictional that jude would ever stomach himself to have a figurine of is marcus rashford. or at a push taylor swift. 

[blondcs]

when:   thirty-four / night / post-challenge

where:   bedroom

featuring:  @gotatext​

she didn't want to take her costume off—would've slept in it, wings and all if it weren't for production all but forcibly disrobing them and corralling them to bed. it means an early morning tomorrow, probably another too-full day of talking herself into even more trouble, if she can get through the night first. after the high of the challenge she’s feeling the comedown, the frenzied excitement gone and nothing but consequences in its wake until it’s hard to focus on any of the highlights anymore—the kissing, the grinding, the eyeliner. the fact that she got not only jude’s heart rate up the most, but josh’s and dante’s too. these are wins, but there’s no more hooting or hollering and definitely no more bombshell kisses to distract her from the fact that, sans the makeout sesh, jude fixed adela with the routine she should’ve gotten while she went out of her way to put on a show for josh. she doesn’t flop down on the bed per usual, flailing limbs in check as she mechanically slips under the covers and wraps herself up in them until it’s just her face poking toward jude. “so... why didn’t you pick me up?” 

[thejudeduarte]

I love how as a fandom we end up posting and meming the same things over and over again but they're still so fucking hilarious every damn time

[graftisms]

JOSH & MILES & JUDE & JENNY — DAY FORTY

location :   party boat / bar area

featuring :   @heatwayve & @gotatext & @blondcs

MILES

"so, odds are, if there are aliens out there, they already walk among us," miles explains, sitting down to slide josh another beer. "and if that's the case, then statistically, someone here is a bona fide extraterrestrial. or maybe even someones." 

JOSHUA

"based on what statistic?" he huffs out a laugh, immediately taking a swig of the beer. "you think one in..." he looks around the boat, trying to see if he can count heads, "—like, twenty people could be an alien? if i was gonna bet on anyone, it'd be frankie." but then again, she is just from florida.

MILES

"science. the vast, unending possibilities of space, perhaps?" miles jokes, following josh's line of sight around the villa. "aw, don't say that," he groans, "already fancy the pants off her, i don't need you putting these fantasies in my head."

JOSHUA

"that's not statistics," he points out, a smile on his lips. it doesn't disappear at the mention of miles fancying frankie, though it does make his eyes roll good-naturedly. "oh please. you'd let her probe you any day."

MILES

"math and science are best buds, they go hand in hand. like beer 'n pizza," he argues. josh's eyeroll just makes his smile press into his cheeks harder. "realistically, alien medical tech is probably more legit than that," realistically, he says. "but that's not a mental image i'm hating, feel free to keep going. she looks fit tonight, huh?" it's barely a question, but now his eyes are wandering the room.

JOSHUA

"still not hearing any numbers," he points out, leaning back in his seat. "oh, i'm sorry, i didn't realize you were an expert on alien medical tech." josh takes a swig of his beer, used to conversations like this with miles. "she looks... fine. why's she wearing that giant ass jacket?" she'd look better with less clothes on, josh thinks. platonically. "you still have her in the doghouse?"

MILES

"at least one-in-fifteen chance someone's an alien on this boat. that's the drake equation, bitch," that's definitely not the drake equation. but close enough. "not an expert. just a...scholar," miles delineates. or a guy that's seen too many episodes of star trek. "'cause she's got that tiny skirt on. it's called balance," miles nods, as if he's also a scholar of fashion. frankie's legs are just about his favorite part anyway, plus he thinks she looks cool, like a fast and furious character or something. "nah, it's not like that. we're just not, like, all in committed or anything. has she been talking to anyone else?"

JOSHUA

"did drake make that up, seriously?" he actually has no idea what miles is saying, but he'll go along with it anyway. "i don't know, she looks like she took a wrong turn to go to a formula 1 race. but yeah, she's hot." because duh, frankie's a hot girl. "bro, who else would she be talking to?" josh asks, with a laugh. "c'mon, we both know that's not what's going on here. you're exploring your options, which you're well in your right to do, and she's waiting for you to make up your mind. am i wrong?"

MILES

"yeah, right after he wrote marvin's room," miles jokes, because he's sure josh was also kidding. "well, she can wave my flag any time," he says, far too confidently for an innuendo that makes no fucking sense. "shit, i don't know. at least half the villa's into her. but yeah, i kind of...am just curious to know if she meant it, when she said she felt sure about me," he explains. "so, yeah. i'm still 'exploring my options'," he adds, drawing air quotes around the words with a wide grin.

JOSHUA

he laughs because he probably understands a drake reference, even though his writer clearly does not. josh almost makes a reference about frankie being the one in the driver's seat, but he realizes that for once she's actually not. he'd be lying if he said he didn't get some entertainment out of their relationship, finding couple drama so much more interesting when it's not his. "half the villa is into her?" josh laughs loudly. "what villa are you in? who is into her? victoria? that girl wouldn't be caught dead dating someone from florida." she actually seems more uppity than naomi, but maybe he's biased. "how's exploring your options going, anyway? i saw you and eden yesterday."

MILES

"well, i thought eden was more into frankie than me up until yesterday, to be honest," miles admits. "our date was all friend vibes, and she asked frankie if she was open without asking me anything like that. so, i figured..." he shrugs, though his grin turns slightly sly, "but i guess i was wrong. and i'm not mad about it, she's really cool. knows all these weird facts about animals and shit. and she's proper fit...i'll probably pull her in a moment."

JOSHUA

"and you guys aren't friend vibes now, are you?" he asks, though it's mostly just egging —because again, he'd seen them kiss by the pool. "look at you and all these blondes," he laughs, bumping his shoulders. "you gonna go for jenny next? if so, i wish you luck."

MILES

"obviously not," miles grin widens at that, can't help himself. "what, you think i'd have a shot?" also obviously not.

JOSHUA

"yeah, totally," he lies. "i mean, as long as jude isn't around, because he'll try to kick your ass. actually, better yet... give it a go, why not?"

MILES

"if you think jude could kick my ass, i'm not listening to any of your advice ever again. that's way off," miles shakes his head, though he's grinning. granted, jude seems like the kind of guy to have a knife in his shoe or something.

JOSHUA

"i didn't say that," he laughs, "i said try. we all know you could take him." well, maybe not jude. or jenny, if the dick's that good to be delusional.

MILES

"okay, well...i could do try. about time someone besides you got in a brawl, right? gotta keep it interesting." miles sits up a little straighter, shouting across the deck, "oi, jude! got a question!" 

JUDE

jude's on the dancefloor, shamelessly body popping, when he hears his name, suddenly high alert, ears pricking like a doberman. turning, he focuses his attention on miles, "you what, mate?" asked as he ambles over towards him and josh. "sorry, lad. couldn't hear you over the fuckin' cure." he's not big into that rock shit, really. would prefer some edm or deep house he can two-step to, but he'll take what he's fucking given and be grateful for it.

MILES

"that's okay, we were just discussing," miles interjects. "if i hit on jenny, would you bust my dial right here?"

JUDE

jude's eyes narrow, crease appearing between his eyebrows as he scans from miles to josh and back again, trying to work out if this is a bit. "'bust your dial'?" what does that even mean? "mate, am not tommy fookin' shelby." (he does the brummy accent, anyway.) "do what you want, pal." jude says, shrugging despite a face like thunder — he's so not bothered! /j. "if you're gonna graft her, then all i'll say's good luck to ya." because honestly, he doesn't think miles has a chance. "but don't expect me to be mates wiv' ya no more, alright?"

MILES

he cracks up laughing at how pinched-up jude's face immediately gets. "i'm only joking, 'm not about to nick your bird," he laughs. though it's sort of disappointing to him that jude wouldn't want to have a brawl over it. "don't worry, judey, i'd rather be your mate," miles' grin is wide and cheesy. yeah, right, dude.

JUDE

jude's expression doesn't soften at the insinuation miles is only joking. like jokes don't hold some truth. a drunk mind, sober thoughts, or whatever. "you better be," is all he says, grabbing him in a one-armed headlock and rubbing his knuckles against his skull as he drops down into the seat beside him. "you're not her type, anyway. you're too soft in the head. she likes someone who's a bit of a dick an' that." why the fuck's he giving miles pointers? "haven't you got your hands full, anyway?" in other words, back off, pal.

JOSHUA

he's snickering as he watches this, but making little notes to himself that jude is too fucking easy to rile up. "right, because you're so hardcore, dude." the sarcasm drips from his tone. he won't say it, but he's pretty sure men is just jenny's type. "c'mon, do you think you could actually take miles in a fight? look at the guy." now he's just egging this on.

JUDE

"i wouldn't need to fight him," jude counters, chewing off the bite that josh's offering him. "my skull's proper hard, man. one smack of my head against his and he'd be out like a light."

JOSHUA

"i would like to see that, personally." it's not a punch, it can't be against the rules, right?

MILES

he basically headbutts for a living, so this also makes him laugh. honestly, he's just been sat here giggling and he thinks jude must be messing around too at this point, hence the noogie. "no fuckin' way, instant KO?" miles asks. "you're so full of shit."

JUDE

honestly, the fact the miles is laughing kinda makes jude even more irritable, head shaking as he starts fiddling in his pocket for a cig. "why you sayin' this shit for? alloooooow that." jude kisses his teeth, pissed. "you guys are tapped in the head, bruv." and he knows the group chat are pissing themselves right now, because this is exactly what it's like with scotty and gaz. "fuck sake, man."

JOSHUA

they've reached the part of this programming where josh no longer knows what the fuck jude is saying. "then prove it, dude."

MILES

for a second there's a look at josh like ??? but then he shrugs. "okay, yeah," he hops off the stool and spreads his arms out, "come at me."

JUDE

eyes are rolling as he rolls his cig, sifting his baccy along the thin lip of paper. "nah, fuck this. i'm not biting. you guys do your dick measuring contest some place else, bro. i am over it." he's being so mature about this!!!! someone give him a prize!!! 

JOSHUA

"i told you," he laughs in miles' direction, giving him a nod.

MILES

tbh if jude went for it, he would've given him a hug. which probably would've riled him more, so it's for the best. he sits back down, laughing. "the court rules..." miles bangs on the table, "he's full of shit." he reaches for his pint, "honestly, good shout not to set the precedent or you'd have to have a go at that 6-foot adonis over there, too." santiago, he means.

JUDE

"jesus christ. i'm six foot fucking one, mate!" jude counters, standing now, his pint almost spilled as he slams it down against the table. he knows that's not the point. santiago's still like seven foot or something, but if anyone here's short, it's fucking miles. "what are you, like five six? shut up! i'm not gonna hit a little guy." he's not gonna hit anyone, if he can help it.

MILES

"i'm six feet tall?" clutches his chest. "this is discrimination. you won't smack me because i'm shorter than you?"

JENNY

she was hoping to overhear some juicy locker room talk, especially with the voices coming into focus, but no such luck. she hangs back a minute anyway, listening in with increasing annoyance before the lights glinting off her dress can signal her arrival, rounding the bend. “what are we talking about, gentlemen?” she greets loudly, all accusing brows and narrowed eyes.

JOSHUA

his smile widens at the sight of jenny. "oh, nothing. jude's out here defending your honor. miles is looking to graft you."

MILES

"just wondering if jude could kick my ass. said he wouldn't anyways 'cause i'm hobbit-sized compared to–" there's a narrow-eyed glance at josh's estimation, but then he shrugs, owning it playfully, "oh, yeah. was just about to start pulling some moves. you come here often, jen?"

JENNY

she glances between them, josh’s wolfish grin, the shared look between him and miles, jude’s balled up fists and his drink still sloshing where he slammed it down on the bar. the whole scene is shady as hell and with their expectant attention suddenly turned on her, she feels like she’s about to be sucked into one of their games next. she doesn’t like this josh. at all. her eyes linger on jude’s, trying to decipher if he’s donning his usual tough guy bravado or if they’re pushing him too far. “why?” she says off-handedly, finally tossing her stony glare toward miles. “frankie wake up and realize you’re actually a huge asshole?”

MILES

his brow furrows, unsure where this is coming from. he's been pretty bad at reading the room up until this point, but this evil glare jenny's wearing is kinda unmistakeable. "what?" he's confused, "do you...have a problem with me or something?" feels like they should talk about it if so.

JOSHUA

and here comes jenny, ruining the good time with her own drama, per usual. he doesn't bother to hide an offhand roll of his eyes, reaching for his drink. he glances at jude expectantly, waiting for him to do something.

JENNY

“yeah, you guys are being dicks.” she’s not in the business of mincing words, shrugging combatively. “you’re pushing him. like, for what? a reaction? to piss him off?” her eyes roll. “it was the same shit when we were all downstairs before. like, the two of you guys together are just really fucking annoying, whispering and giggling and shit. you feed off each other and now you’re turning this nasty high school jock villain bullshit on jude and it’s kinda gross. sorry.”

MILES

there's a reason he's never actually been into jenny, and it's this – she makes him feel bad. his stomach twists, uncomfortable with this narrative that his intentions have been so horrible when he just considers jude a friend, and honestly, he thought he was friends with jenny, too. obviously he wouldn't have wanted to make jude feel shitty, and it stresses him out a bit to come across that way, especially when jenny puts it like that. miles has been the punching bag for 'high school jock villain' bullshit in some sinister ways, nearly career-ending. he'd never want anyone to feel the way he did back then. "what? no, i'm sorry, i thought...y'know, i called him over, asked what he thought since it came up, and he ragged on me that i wasn't your type and i'm all soft-headed and short," miles cracks a small smile at that, 'cause he thought it was funny at the time, though it fades quickly now. "so, i thought it was chill, y'know, banter." he glances over at jude sincerely, "but i'm sorry if it was fucking with you, i really didn't mean it like that." he doesn't think he's gonna be able to feel so relaxed around jude again, though.

JOSHUA

"we didn't even do anything downstairs with you, jesus. all we did was tell you to stick around. we were trying to be nice. none of this has anything to do with you, so why don't you just—" fuck off, he wants to say, but stops himself in the nick of time. josh shakes his head. "yeah, sorry. i didn't realize we were being bullies, and you needed your mommy to stick up for you," he tells jude, and he wants to walk away so bad but i'll let nora react since she's asleep before he does that.

JUDE

oh shit. jenny's here. on the one hand, it's cute as fuck to see her trying to stand up for him, a barking little chihuahua against a german shepherd and a newfoundland. (that probably makes jude like a whippet or some shit) but on the other hand, he can't help but feel like jenny's presence always makes shit escalate. the fact that she's even here sobers him somewhat, takes his pressure meter down a couple of pegs. "no, jen, it's... don't even worry about it, it's just messing," jude attempts, scratching at the back of his head. his hand moves to catch her wrist, thumb rubbing over her pulse point, a silent plea for her not to make a scene out of this. he doesn't want to lose the boys just when he's started feeling like he's one of them. "they didn't mean nowt by it, just lads being lads, innit." fuck sake. he should've just headbutted miles and this would all be done with by now. "you really don't need to apologise," he tells miles, alarmed and rendered sheepish by his sudden sincerity, embarrassed at his own reaction.  "i just got a bit het up is all, it's literally fine." or at least it is until josh has to comment, jude's eyes rolling as he kisses his teeth. "don't call her my mum, bro. that's proper grim, actually... she just... fuck. it doesn't matter. can we just leave our mums out of this?"

JENNY

there’s no part of her that wants to backpedal, even if it’s obvious she flung her insult at the wrong target. miles looks wholly sincere in his apology, enough that jenny thinks she might’ve read the entire situation wrong, though how wrong could she have been when jude was clearly riled and they were the ones pushing him? does intention really matter? but with josh looking at her like she just up and ruined all his fun, lashing out like a kid being sent to time out, she can’t help but feel like she read him, at least, exactly right. she’ll give miles the benefit of the doubt for now. meanwhile, jude is thrumming with embarrassment just beside her. she can feel it in the heat of his hands, see it in the slight flush of his cheeks, the bow of his head. she’s not gonna cause a scene… but… maybe she can get away with it if the argument doesn’t force him onto center stage. “why don’t i just what, josh?” she counters, pros and cons haphazardly weighed, then swiftly ignored. when he goes low, she’ll go lower. “there’s something seriously fucking wrong with you.”

JOSHUA

"something wrong with me?" he laughs. "you're the one making shit out of nothing. what, jude can't speak for himself, you need to grab him by the balls and pull at them like he's a puppet? grow up." the longer he stays here, the more he's sure he's dodged a bullet. he's got nothing against jude, but it seems doubtful the chance to ever have a friendship with him when jenny's in the mix. taking the rest of his drink, he rises to his feet, giving miles a nod. "i'm gonna go find naomi, if you wanna come. wouldn't wanna hurt anyone else's feelings."

JENNY

that shuts her up for a minute, a nervous glance over to jude. is that how he feels? emasculated? “no, i— what? no, josh.” a shake of her head to clear it. he’s wrong, not her. “no. people stand up for the people they care about. period. they show up. they sure as fuck don’t make plans to fuck someone else in the event the person they ‘care about’ and ‘trust’ screws up.” pretty bold statement from a cheater herself, but she’d always admired that when she was with josh they never really spoke about naomi, ill or otherwise. the idea that he was doing that with adela or that he could’ve been ragging on her with naomi this whole time is icky. “whatever, josh.” she’s tempted to say ‘run along to mommy,’ but she squeezes jude’s hand instead, mouth pinched in a hard line.

JOSHUA

"yeah, you'd all know about fucking someone else, huh?" he can't help himself.

MILES

he makes brief, sympathetic eye contact with jude, a nod of his head. he feels bad for the guy, watching jenny and josh have a go in front of him. there's a brief finger gun to say 'we're cool' as he quietly gets up out of his chair to sneak off.

JOSHUA

he leaves with miles. <3

[gotatext]

when:  day thirty-seven.

where:   terrace.

featuring:  @blondcs​

       “ wait, so what’s this doing to my pores ? ”  jude asks, fingers smearing clay face mask over his cheeks while jenny sits, half on top of him, scribbling something against his arm.  “ opening them, right ?  or closing them ? ”  he can’t remember which is the good one, feels like there’s something about clogging or unclogging involved with this stuff that he hadn’t paid attention to charlene long enough to gauge. what’s she writing anyway ?  because if it’s her phone number, he won’t get to use it until they’re outside the villa, already has the other islanders programmed into his phone for the meet me in bathroom, 5 mins, texts that’s surely the only thing any of them use their phones for. that and selfies. jude checks his reflection in the back of jenny’s sunglasses, and satisfied that he’s covered most of his face in the product, sets it down against the coffee table. there’s a bit of it stuck in the five o’clock shadow of stubble that clings to his jaw, and jude’s half hoping it doesn’t bleach it or whatever, but it’s probably fine. he turns his stare out over to the villa, cupping a hand against his forehead to block out the sun.  “ fuck me, you really can see everything from up here, can’t you ? ”  it’s a great spying spot, that’s for sure. feels like being in the crow’s nest of a pirate ship, or doing one of the videography gigs where he has to climb up a tall building to do aerial shots. he misses the hubbub and buzz of city life, honestly can’t really wait to get back to it.  “ pretty sure evie and frankie are comparing tits over on the bean bags. ” 

[shadowworldwanderers]

Jude/Jenni Moodboard

[annamatix]

JAW. DROP.

Jude and Cardan

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SHOUT OUT TO @viivdle the cat milk has been mentioned

[blondcs]

time:  day thirty / night.

location:   main villa / smoking area.

featuring:   @gotatext

At this point she needs more than a cigarette. For what feels like the hundredth time in the less than two weeks she’s been here, she wants out—can even imagine the camera angles, the music, the heels she would wear to stomp through the front doors with a haphazardly packed suitcase to irish goodbye the shit out of this place. She’s being irrational, knows that she wasn’t into dante enough to justify feeling this upset, but the villa’s doing her head in. things that would barely phase her on the outside are devastating blows to the ego in here, and her usual coping isn’t an option. She can’t exactly don her skimpiest dress and grab an uber to the club, rail a couple lines in the bathroom and find someone to go home with. but she can do the next best thing. 

Two beers are gripped in one contorted hand as she does a quick scan, locating him exactly where she expects, where they always seem to find each other, almost as if he’s waiting for her. Her heart skips a beat, resigned to her fate and soothed with a small sip. then she’s moving, determination lacing every step as she kicks off her heels and begins the march to the smoking area. She briefly wonders if she looks crazy, if her eyes betray how feral she feels right now, zeroing in on jude like a predator on its prey, needing him in some kind of base, primitive way that she can’t keep under wraps around him. It usually slumbers just below the surface, but not now. Not with him. There’s not a religious bone in her body, but she’s praying to god that like really does call to like. That the reason she wants him so badly is some instinctive knowing that he’d understand this feeling like no one else in the villa could, this clawing desperation for something wild and unrestrained and physical to pull her out of her head. Praying that the bits of herself she finds in him aren’t just her own loneliness mirrored back, but proof that she’s not making a complete ass of herself right now. That when she climbs onto him he isn’t gonna just laugh and shove her away. 

It’s not a long walk, but enough to work herself into a frenzy by the time she’s close enough to see the details of his face illuminated by the lights despite the dark—the freckle on the high point of his cheek, the creases in his forehead, the hair coming in just above his lip ( she can imagine how that would feel, teasing along her mouth, down her body, between her legs. ) fuck. she’s doing this then, not so much as a greeting before she’s ditching the drinks to hitch a leg up to straddle his lap, hair flipped over one shoulder as she plucks the cigarette from between his lips and pops it between her own. it’s only then that she really has the courage to meet his gaze head on, heart thundering in her chest as she takes a drag, long and deep, letting the anticipation build. there wasn’t time to relish in the tension last time, too many eyes and too much pressure. and while they’re far from alone right now, she’s so laser focused on him it’s easy to let everything else fade. in the end, this has nothing to do with dante. or romi. not for her. they may have been the catalyst, but she’s wanted this from the second she laid eyes on him, that same heat she saw the first day locking her in. her lips part, smoke curling up between them, still spilling out when she takes that final plunge, free hand snaking up behind his neck to tilt his face up in a searing kiss.