#jude || headcannon

[mossyteacup]

Cardan's favorite book is Pride and Prejudice

wait, hear me out

Cardan has a lot of connections to the mortal world...he saves mortal servants, and steals mortal books (Alice in Wonderland)...

See where I'm going with this?

Imagine, Cardan picks up P&P and realizes HE is Darcy. He's a rich, well-to-do brat who loves a girl he also slightly despises, a girl who despises him. And only through humbling himself to her do they fall in love and mend things around them.

Jude is his Lizzy *sobbing and throwing up*

He's such a romantic at heart I can just see him fangirling when Darcy and Lizzy finally confess to each other, aghhh

Bonus: He probably also sees Mr. Wickham as Locke and hates them both with a passion

[footballerimaginess]

Dating would include | Jude Bellingham

can you do a jude bellingham dating includes requested by anonymous

Taking your makeup off for you whenever you forgot

Cosy date night at home with lots of candles on

Putting you on a hot bubble bath when you weren't feeling very well

Leaving notes for you around the house when he was away

Going to every game and being his number one supporter

Wearing his shirt to games with Bellingham on your back

Being really close with his family and him loving yours as well

Watching TV together despite you hating his tv choices

Arguing over the silliest of things

Stealing his jumpers and t-shirts much to his annoyance

Buying all the snacks in the world to have a cosy evening on the sofa together

Surprising you with flowers when he was away

Never remembering any anniversary at all

Making him do face masks

Being incredibly caring

Going out for cute dates to the best places, like the zoo and getting to be children again

Sending you cute text messages whenever he was away

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Expectations

Synopsis: To keep it short, the grid’s reaction of you dating Jude

young female mercedes driver reader x 2024 F1 grid

A/N: technically, this is a part 2 to “don’t expect the expected” and while you could probably read this as a stand-alone, it’s recommended to read pt1 🫶

. so

. the drivers on the grid kind of had an idea you were dating jude before the rest of the world did

. you were suddenly spending most of your free time in madrid

. you expressed a lot more interest in la liga than they would’ve expected

. they saw your recent instagram posts

. and after your first few posts about seeing real madrid games, it wasn’t hard to narrow it down to who you might be dating

. also, watching jude walk through the paddock with you and sit in the mercedes garage was all they needed as confirmation

. carlos is the most excited about your relationship

. he’s been a real madrid fan for forever

. he thinks jude’s a really good addition to the team

. and carlos just likes the guy in general

. he’s the first driver on the grid to welcome and befriend jude

. he helps set an example of how the other drivers should treat him

. because the grid isn’t used to having a boyfriend around instead of a wag

. they didn’t really know how to act

. as your teammate and one of your closest friends on the grid, george goes kind of “big brother” on him

. he acts friendly and everything, but he makes sure jude is treating you right

. “are you okay?” “yeah, why?” “oh, well I just saw jude storm out of your driver’s room, I wanted to make sure everything was okay between you two”

. “y/n, you said jude met your family over winter break, how’d it go?” “everyone liked him! they said he was very nice and they thought he was good for me” “good, i’m think he’s good for you too. not that you need my permission or anything I just-“ “I get it george, thank you”

. lando forms an almost sibling-like bond with jude

. because even though lando’s 4 years older than him, they’re at the same level matutrity wise

. this could include teaming up with him to make fun of you

. “stealing” jude away and wondering off in the paddock

. and accompanying you to real madrid games when he’s in spain

. the two of them become goods friends in a short period of time and even though they’re pretty chaotic together, you’re happy they’re getting along

. charles befriends jude surprisingly quickly

. at first, he gets to know your boyfriend because of how much he’s with carlos

. but eventually their own friendship forms

. it mostly consisting of jude teasing charles about his unimpressive football skills

. and charles’ jokes about jude being a terrible driver

. you know they have plans to teach each other their professions at some point

. and you can’t wait to watch and laugh at them

. you expected nothing less of daniel to get along with jude faster than everybody else

. jude told you multiple times how excited he was to meet danny

. and likewise for daniel

. they get along super well, they have similar senses of humor and clicked very quickly

. danny also has too much fun teasing you two all the time

. “oh look, the lovebirds are here”

. “jude, your girl just got a podium, how are you gonna spoil her?”

. “y/n come get your boyfriend he’s been so depressed without you”

. anyway

. the point is

. unless the guy gives them something to be upset about

. everyone likes jude

something short and sweet for now. i have so many ideas that i cannot wait to write and i’m so excited for you all to see them

[inmyheaddd]

hello ! could you write some headcanons for what xander would be like as a boyfriend ? :0 thank you !!

boyfriend xander hawthorne headcannons

thankyou for the req!! i love writing for xander sm, he’s so 💖 wc: 980

dating xander felt like living through a 2000s romcom, or like reading those books you’d read in middle school, wishing you could have a love like the books. he was perfect all around.

when you guys are apart for long, he sends flowers along with a letter to you every time without fail. they’ll sometimes be short, saying how much he misses you, or they’ll be pages long.

you guys are that couple at school, the one everyone wants for themselves or either wants to be. your relationship isnt secret, it’s private. everyone knows you’re together and literally in love, but it’s not like you parade it around, kissing in the hallways. 

xander doesn’t shy away from PDA.

he's quite tall, so forehead kisses are very frequent. 

quick pecks are also good with him, whatever you’re comfortable with, he is too.

if you’re not one for PDA, he totally respects that, and just loves you 10x extra in private. 

he’s always buzzing with energy, so he often finds himself fiddling with your fingers, tracing patterns on your arm, or playing with your hair. 

his love language is everything!!

your friends and parents say you started to talk like xander.

you didn’t believe it yourself until you caught yourself rambling on about a food you love, not once stopping for breath.

speaking of your parents, xander tries to act more responsible in front of them, and it kills you.

the second they leave, you’re a laughing mess.

“did you call my dad sir?”

“yes..?”

the way you’re the only person in the world who could ever make xander speechless, or at a loss for words.

one time, you guys had a fight, as all couples do, about something so stupid you barely even remember. all you know is you regret it.

what happened after it, though, you’ll never forget. he literally threw rocks at your window and stood outside with a boombox playing songs from your joint playlists. your parents and siblings were out of the house, thank god, because you’d never be able to live that one down. 

you went — no, you sprinted down the stairs and to the backyard where he was standing—and shouted atop the music, “what are you doing!?” 

as you neared him, you noticed a big poster on the floor that said, “i’m sorry!!” 

you also noticed the music was literally murdering your eardrums. when you were in front of him, he turned it off and lowered the boom box on the floor. 

“xander, what are you doing here.” you cross your arms over your chest and look up at him.

“i’m sorry, i’m an idiot, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, when it comes to you, all i want to do is the right thing, but sometimes it comes out in weird ways and they do the opposite of what i actually intended,” he continues talking, but if you’re being honest, you tuned it out. you noticed he was nervous, and all you wanted was to make it go away.

in the middle of his rambling, you just hugged him. he immediately stopped talking, and his arms were stuck to his sides for a split second. when he realized what was happening, he hugged you back as tight as ever.

“i love you so much, i never want to fight again,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“i love you.” he kissed the top of your head, and you fell into a comfortable silence, saying all the words you couldn’t say yourself. you stayed hugging for another minute or so, swaying side to side a little.

that was until your arms started cramping and you both started laughing about it as you walked to your room, the fight long forgotten.

xander is such a cuddler!!

you’ll fall asleep with your head on his chest and wake up in a random position. usually with his arm around your waist bringing you closer, and his head nuzzled in your neck. sometimes, he even manages to sleep horizontally across the large bed. 

he’s gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as you that when you’re not there, he can’t sleep for hours. 

same goes for you; you pretend your pillows are xander and cuddle with them instead.

dates with xander are always something fun. on your first date, he bought out a theme park for the day, and you spent the day there. the automatic pictures they take on the rollercoasters are displayed in both of your rooms. he once said they were his most prized possessions, after you. 

“not that you’re my possession; of course, you’re your own person, and you’re an independent woman, if anything i’m your possession, you’re the boss - you’re the bomb dot com!”

he crouches down to kiss you if you can’t reach him, that, or he picks you up. 

one time your friends asked you what time it is, and you immediately looked to xander. “don’t say it,” you already knew what he was about to say. “well how can i not say it?”

“xander…” 

“guys i’m only asking for the tim-“ your friend begins to speak, only to be cut off by the phrase you were hoping your boyfriend wouldn't say.

“-it’s time to get a watch!” xander started laughing at his own joke while you and your friend just stood there, before joining in on his laughter, mostly because it was so unfunny that it was funny.

later on in the day, you were hanging out in xander's room, sitting on his bed, when you reminded him of his joke earlier.

“you’re so corny,” you say as you playfully hit his shoulder.

“you’re the farmer to my corn,” he points at your shoulder back, with a grin split across his face.

when you don’t respond and just look at him blankly, because you’re about to burst into laughter, he continues: 

“what? no? you’re the peanut butter to my jelly? you’re the apple of my eye? you’re the “she” to my “nanigans?””

“oh my god,” you start giggling like a madwoman and lay your head across his lap. “i can’t with you,”

“oh, but you so can.”

[judeable-brainrot]

Lamb art

Ferret art

Lil mouse art and unlikely friends with black bear patrick who keeps him warm in the winter months

oooooooOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO

lamb!art, sweet little guyyyy. he's so curious with his soft curls, always loves to prance around and be in the sun! he's always talking and smiling, laughing and happy and bouncing around, so so softttt he's just a babyyy

ferret!art who has a problem with nibbling and nipping his friend's and partner's skin. he nuzzles into big blankets and pillows and he's SOOO restless all the time! poor honey as soo much energy in his lanky body he doesn't know what to do with it all!

and mouse!art, such a skittish sweety with his little twitchy nose and wide eyes. his best friend, bear!patrick, who protects him and drags him into his bed with him when it starts to get ridiculously colder, cradling his friend softly in his arms <3

[applejuicefruit]

could you write something where the reader gets hurt and is like bleeding or smth and we get to see a very overprotective!jude with maybe a cute scene of him helping her clean the blood??? thank you, i love your work <333

I love this request so much ❤️😩 sorry if it’s too short :((

tw : blood, blood mention, overall just a lot of fluff

jude bellingham x reader

Like a kid

“Ouch” you hissed letting the knife fall on the floor.

You were currently making some dinner for you and Jude when you accidentally cut your finger while you were cutting some carrots into the salad bowl.

“Are you okay baby?” Jude asked you as he turned his face to look at you.

“Yes-no…I just cut my finger” you whispered moving yourself to the sink so you wouldn’t spill blood all over the surface.

“What? Oh my - let me see baby” he rushed to the sink standing next to you as you were washing the finger under the water.

“It burns…” you whispered.

“I know baby…let me help you, just wait here and keep the finger under the water okay?” he said running to the bathroom to get the emergency kit.

Once he got all of the stuff he came back to the kitchen where you were silently keeping all of your sobs. You didn’t want to cry for such a stupid little thing as a simple cut, not in front of Jude when he got more serious injuries on the field, you didn’t want him to look at you differently.

“Here let me help you” he gently took your hand and covered it with a warm towel. He softly wrapped your finger in a medical gauze after cleaning the injury up.

You hissed in pain and he immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Am I hurting you my love?” he carefully asked you.

“No…it’s not you…but it hurts you know?” you said with a sarcastic smile even if you were hiding all of your pain.

“I’ll be more careful my love” he softly kissed the palm of your hand and you melted into his touch. He continued working on your finger and once it was everything done he cleaned all the medical stuff he used and put them back in the emergency kit.

“Are you okay darling?” he asked you looking at you straight into your eyes as you could clearly see his worried face.

“Yes…yes I’m feeling better, it still hurts but less…thank you so much baby” you hugged him and he engulfed you in a big hug while he kissed your head.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch while I finish to make dinner?” he offered and you smiled at him.

“Okay…” you whispered.

While you were sat on the couch looking for something to watch, Jude was cooking in the kitchen as you heard him humming some songs you didn’t even know about. You started thinking of how lucky you got when you two met, the moment you both realised you were in love with each other, and how lucky you were now on having him by your side.

[ghettogirly]

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[ira-in-ink]

TW: contains sexual content.

[🌹]: many people have convinced themselves that jude would be the dom in the relationship. she is, and would be in their normal day to day life, but in the bedroom? i don't think so. it is said multiple times that jude isn't as experienced as cardan when it comes to s e x. and it's also like she's kind of shy about the whole thing, and gets embarrassed when she feels like cardan knows that she doesn't know what she's doing. whereas cardan, he's way more experienced and would know how to get a reaction out of jude and stuff like that. so, i think it's safe to say that he would be the dom. and i guess jude would let him. just to save her the trouble of getting nervous or embarrassed. either that, or they take turns. and i have evidence of this, when they were making out in that secret room behind the throne in the wicked king, cardan was leading. but, in the queen of nothing, during their first time, jude was leading. so, it could be that they take turns as well.

[pjshermann]

if….if we’re doing headcanons,,,,,jude + willem domesticity?? 👉👈

Gonna hijack this ask a little bit and give you domesticness from their college days + including JB and Malcolm (partly bc I don’t really have any domestic headcanons from Jude + Willem’s middle age years, partly bc I’m an absolute fiend for the boys and their college days)

- Late night talks as they lay in their bunk beds, hands reaching out for each other in laughter, voices growing quieter when one of them falls asleep

- Jude bringing back leftover cookies and sweets from Batter that Allison gives him

- Leaving each other notes on their desks, reminders and bits of encouragement when they have exams. JB draws crude doodles on the notes.

- Sharing EVERYTHING with each other. They often don’t even have to ask to borrow something

- Being unable to remain in fights/arguments for long, by the end of the night they’re back to talking with each other

- Taking care of their friend when one of them inevitably gets sick from Pho Viet Huong

- Inside jokes! So. Many. Inside jokes. Gets to the point where their other shared friends outside of their little group begin to get annoyed

- Making abhorrent food combinations together because they’re broke. Jude’s always turns out the best, and they marvel at how he can take the most dismal, meagre ingredients and create a delicious meal.

- Evening walks around Boston. Sometimes they’re very talkative, jumping from one topic to another. Sometimes, they just enjoy the quiet and each others company.

- Constant, endless, silly teasing. Ex. Calling Willem their “diversity hire” for being the only one of them who is white.

- On that note, being incredibly defensive of each other when outsiders overstep the boundaries. No one’s allowed to talk shit about them except each other, especially Jude. So much as look at him and his crutches in a vaguely judgemental way, and your life will be ruined by dawn break

- Getting tiny potted plants to keep in their room and taking care of them. They keep little schedules for who waters and when, marvelling at the plants as they grow

- Going to plays and movies and events together, the four of them attached at the hip, moving as a monolith, smothering their laughter behind their hands as people around them glare but not caring because they’re so enamoured in the joy and pleasure of each other

- After wild nights out, taking care of each other when they’re drunk/hangover, whoever’s the most sober dragging the others down the block or onto the subway, cleaning them up and tucking them into bed, in the morning sitting by their bed as they get ill.

- Taking Jude’s crutches (with permission of course) whenever they need an excuse for something. “Oh, I missed the midterm because I got injured, can I retake it?”

- Being each others family for graduation, whooping and whistling loudly in the crowd, taking thousands of silly pictures afterwards

- Talking shit about the professors, the TAs, the staff that they hate. Snickering to each other whenever one of them walk past them in the hallways

- Reading with each other, reading to each other, leaving notes in the back pages of books, swapping novels and magazines

- Late night subway rides, trying to make themselves heard over the clunky clatter of the subway trains, swaying in their spots as they clutch the hanging straps

[oursonwesleykindaglows]

🏳️‍🌈🫂💞

for Jude, Yul, and Peter Spankoffski

So Jude is bi and trans

Favorite friendship is him and Caitlyn

My favorite ship is either him and jonesy or him and Starr

Yul is cis and either gay and/or ace

I think the best friendship is him and James probably

Favorite Yul ship is him and Nick

Pete is bi and trans

The nerd trio is iconic and I cannot choose

Lautski is my favorite Pete ship and favorite Hatchetfield ship overall

[the-queen-of-elfhame]

I headcannon that jude draws her eyeliner using her knives. yk for *sharp* accuracy

[starandcloud]

Jude Duarte Headcannon

She loves pins, any type of pins. From the more adult themed ones to childish ones, hundreds decorate her bags and jean jackets and her walls.

[portslock]

Furthermore lads, Trent crimm owning any animal, but only is there is one of them, makes more sense than it should...

He's got a rabbit, I see it

A ferret, accurate

A cat, undoubtablely

House pony, sure

Tortoise, more than likely

(a dog, no way- that man is far too much of a mess for a toddler and a dog, sorry)

[izzystradlinswife]

Would you do a-z headcannons ??

[inmyheaddd]

sick - hawthorne brothers

a/n: thank u sm for the request! this took far too long, sorry 😭 in this nash is 13, grayson is 10, jameson is 9, and xander is 8! wc: 896 masterlist

the boys stood in front of their grandfather's wooden desk, awaiting further instructions on that particular saturday morning game.

nash, who was standing behind his three younger brothers, was starting to get increasingly annoyed by someone’s particularly loud breathing. 

he figured it was jameson, or possibly xander, but he was quickly proven wrong when he noticed grayson inhale deeply and then not exhale for a moment, relieving nash’s annoyance momentarily. nash wasn’t the only one who noticed; grayson was bothered too. 

he was attempting to breathe less audibly through his blocked nose, or not breathe at all for far too long, to avoid irritating his grandfather and his brothers. but mostly, his grandfather. 

soon enough, jameson, standing to grayson’s right, caught on. he didn’t say anything, not in front of the old man.

“is there something wrong with you?” jameson directed the question at grayson, the table holding all four brothers as they played cards. “you’ve been sounding like a wheezing goat all morning.”

“no.” grayson denied the fact that he was sick, along with the claim that he sounded like a goat.

“yes, there is. you’re sick,” jameson replied in a sing-song voice.

“no, i’m not. i have something stuck in my throat.”

“grayson’s sick?!” xander, aged 8, exclaimed, clearly worried for his brother's wellbeing.

“i’m not. i was clearing my throat.”

“you were clearing your throat for three days?” xander replied, and jameson snorted. “i don’t wanna get sick from you! be mindful of your surroundings!” perhaps xander was more worried for his own wellbeing.

“you’ve been sick for three days and haven’t told anyone?” the oldest hawthorne brother finally spoke up, silencing his younger two brothers.

“please, let’s just continue the game,” grayson ignored them as he put a card down. he looked up at his brothers expectantly with raised eyebrows, then jameson exhaled, muttering something unintelligible, and put a card down.

a few minutes later, grayson crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. a red flush started creeping up from his neck to his face, and it was painfully obvious he was holding in a cough. his brothers shared a look, while he tried to act unbothered. 

jameson looked over at grayson when he heard a strangled grunt from his side.

“gray… are you constipated or something? what going on with that face?”

later on that night, jameson brought his brother soup, water, fruits, and other comforting things he knew grayson would like up to his room. “the old man told me to bring you these.”

grayson was sitting at his desk reading, his room dimly lit by low lights.

the old man didn’t tell him to do anything, they both knew that.

“thank you.”

after a beat of silence, grayson spoke up again. his eyes were trained on his book, but he was no longer reading. “i’m not that sick, you know.”

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?” the teasing was evident in jamesons tone, the previous softness nowhere to be found.

“wh-“ jamesons crooked smile only grew larger.

“are you, grayson hawthorne, admitting, that you are actually sick?”grayson took a deep breath, and jameson practically saw him mentally count to ten. he grinned at that. “thank you for the stuff jamie, you can go and get out now.” he didn't state that as a question.

“no can do,” he responded simply as he walked out of the room.

grayson’s eyebrows furrowed. no can do? he literally just walked out of the— his thoughts were quickly cut off when jameson brought even more things to the room. among sweet and savory snacks they were not allowed to have in the house, there was a projector.

he left again, saying no words, this time bringing endless pillows and blankets in one hand, and bringing a beaming xander behind him who couldn’t stop smiling.

“movie night! movie night! movie night!” the youngest hawthorne kept chanting. and lastly, nash walked in and took it upon himself to lay down on grayson’s bed. "what movie are we feeling today?"

by 3am, grayson’s room was in a state it never is — messy, and the light chatter of “Fight Club” playing in the background was long forgotten. the boys were all asleep in grayson’s king-sized bed. all except grayson himself. he lay there, staring at the ceiling.

grayson he hated receiving help, it made him feel incapable. it made him feel like he was disappointing the old man. today was an exception. he wouldn’t admit it but, he was glad jameson didn’t leave when he told him to.

“you don’t have to pretend you’re okay when you’re not, you know?”

jamesons voice abruptly startled him out of his thoughts, as if thinking about him summoned him to speak.

“i know.” grayson replied calmly into the dark. his brother was laying horizontally at the other end of the bed.

“you’re our brother, you’re my brother.” i love you, we care about you, more than you know.

“i know.” he echoed. i love you, even if i don’t show it. i have to deal with it myself, or else i wouldn’t not good enough. not perfect.

nothing more was said. they understood every word they said, and the ones that were left unsaid. the ones that could only be translated by each other.

they fell asleep, and the only thing that could be heard now was the light snores of nash, and of course, grayson’s heavy breathing.

[applejuicefruit]

i saw your most recent story and was wondering if you could do one with jude and a reader with small boobs 😭 i have really small boobs and i'm kind of insecure

Hiii babe⭐️of course!

Also here to remind you that you are beautiful the way you are❤️

Jude Bellingham x reader

smut?

Cherries

you always compared yourself to other girls, girls who probably retouched their pics on insta and used too many filters to be real, but you couldn’t stop those negative feelings telling you how you weren’t perfect. you were dating jude, a very famous football player and you were sure you didn’t fit in the wag standards. they were perfect, with perfect bodies and perfect smiles and you were just you. you didn’t like your smile or your body.

growing up you always thought that your body would evolve and you would be looking like a young version of beyoncé but now, you were sure your body stopped changing and that was what you were stuck in it for the rest of your life. since you were a kid you felt insecure of how your breast wouldn’t grow, your mom said it would take time but after many years you realised you were stuck with that flat chest you got.

sure it was nice because you didn’t sweat that much in summer, or when you wanted to take a run you didn’t have to worry how your boobs would hurt if you kept running for miles.

but sometimes you wondered how would you look if you had bigger boobs. you would proudly show that cleavage that you always wanted to hide and wear those big bras you always wished for.

you thought about of getting a breast augmentation and when you talked about it with jude he simply laughed and joked about it, not realising how serious the issue was to you.

so now you were there, standing in front of your big mirror, just in a bra and some pants, looking over at your chest and wishing it would grow. you were too focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door opening and jude calling your name. he reached the bedroom and saw you standing there and he immediately knew something was wrong.

“babe?” he called you.

“oh hey…i didn’t hear you” you said trying to find a t-shirt to cover yourself with but jude stopped you.

“what’s going on babe? and don’t lie please…i know that look on your face” he gently asked you.

“what? nothing’s going on…”

“babe…please, if it’s something i can help you with…” he tried to talk but you stopped him.

“unless you’re a magician i don’t think you can” you sarcastically said.

“what’s that supposed to mean? babe, please talk to me…” he begged you.

you sat on the bed, still facing the mirror and he followed your movements.

“i hate my boobs…” you whispered.

he thought you were joking so he laughed but when he saw how serious you were he apologised.

“why would you hate something so precious love?” he asked.

“they’re small! jude, can’t you see it? they’re not big or full like everyone’s else. they’re just…i hate them” you didn’t want to cry because the moment those words came out of your mouth, you realise how stupid it sounded.

jude knelt in front of you, keeping his eyes on yours.

“now… you better not talking bad about them anymore okay? i love them the same way i love you and your body. i just love everything about you…you’re so special and i don’t want to hear you talk bad about yourself once again…” he said looking at you “come here…” he said laying down on the bed as you did the same.

he gently removed your bra and brought his hands up to your boobs, softly caressing them and teasing them.

there was nothing sexual in what he was doing, well, it was turning you on but that wasn’t jude’s point.

“i love them” he said kissing your left nipple “ i love them so much they’re like my babies…” he kissed your right nipple this time.

“jude…” you wanted to stop him but you couldn’t.

“i love you so much y/n…i don’t wanna ever hear you talking bad about yourself anymore okay babe? it hurts me seeing you like this…you’re perfect for me” he said kissing your lips softly and you melted into the kiss.

“okay…” you whispered.

“okay…” he smiled, laying is head on your already naked chest, gently kissing your tummy and breasts over time to time, helping you fall asleep for a few hours before start making dinner.