#jude martin imagine

[multifandomfix]

Imagine being a new nun at Briarcliff and being punished by Jude.

You’d taken your vows, knew the rules, but even that couldn’t prepare you for Sister Jude. She was a force of nature and there was a whole new set of rules when it came to working alongside her. Rules you weren’t familiar with and found yourself accidentally breaking.

Your crime was turning off the music in the rec room. When Jude heard the music cease, she wasted no time in sussing you out as the culprit. Her hand fell on your shoulder, causing you to jump. “Make your way to my office. Now.”

Obediently, and with a sense of dread and curiosity, you made your way up the staircase. Stairway to heaven, she called it. You wondered now if that had any truth to it.

When Jude came into the office several minutes later, you jumped. “You might be new here, but I can’t just let rules slide. Even new blood needs to be made an example of.”

You nodded once in understanding, afraid to spark for fear of making things worse for yourself. “Turn around. Bend over. It’ll be over before you know it.” While her words conveyed kindness there was none in her icy tone.

You did, your heartbeat quickening as you cast a look over your shoulder and saw her retrieve a cane from the cupboard. You turned back, squeezed your eyes shut and braced for the impact.

Without warning, she rapped the cane against your ass with a crack and you yelped. Even through two layers of fabric, it stung. “Count,” Jude demanded.

“One.”

The process was repeated nine more times, each sending a wave of pain mixed with the slightest bit of pleasure through your body. By the end, you weren’t sure what to think of your ‘punishment’.

For anon

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[kierantierney3]

Masterlist

Alejandro Garnacho

Birthday post

Supporting

Couple goals

FA cup

Kieran Tierney

First holiday

Supporting each other

Christmas

Key moments

Best friends to lovers

Long distance

Halloween

Pregnancy announcement

Wedding

Soft launch

Date nights

Scotland

Pedri

Jealous boy

Obsessed

End of an era

Gavi

End of an era

Ruben Dias

Teammates sister

Summer break

Simp

Break up?

Ben Chilwell

Rivals

Martin Ødegaard

Pregnancy announcement

Norway

Injury

Arsenal player

Secret girlfriend

Lovers part 2

Simp

Funny story

Singer

Childhood friends

Kai Havertz

Father’s day

Expecting

Joao Felix

Chelsea

Long distance

Mason Mount

Soft launch part 2

Birthday post

Step dad

Relationship milestones

Break up?

Chelsea to United

New man?

John Stones

Soft launch

Step dad

Jude Bellingham

Same place at the same time

Kitten

Arsenal

Matching outfits

Birthday

Father’s day

Break up- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

[football-and-fanfics]

As the majority of you voted for me to do a themed week or month, and for the theme to be angst and hurt/comfort, get ready for:

FOOTBALL-AND-FANFICS'S ANGST & HURT/COMFORT DECEMBER!

It will be angsty, it will be hurt/comfort-y, it will be slightly whumpy! 😁😏

The event will run from December 1st until December 24th, and will follow the prompts and schedule below.

Requesting for this event starts tomorrow, 26 July, at 2pm (Dutch time, GMT+1). Keep an eye on the blog tomorrow for the link to the form for requesting 😇.

Some "rules" for this event / requests:

Please carefully read the topics I will not write about at the top of the requesting form. Requests including any of these topics will not be included (sorry!)

A full list with who I write for can be found here.

I will only be accepting a maximum of 2 prompts per player. After the limit has been reached for a player, he will be taken off the list and cannot be requested for anymore for this event. This will be on a first come, first serve basis.

Each prompt can only be requested once. This will also be on a first come, first serve basis.

I know December is still a long way away, but... are we excited for this? 😇😁

[fernandezology]

｡･ﾟﾟ･✨🍯🧸 masterlist ☁💌

requests: open!

mason mount

don’t take me for granted

made your mark on me

christian pulisic

checkmate,i couldn’t lose

fragments of us: part one

kepa arrizabalaga

“soft” launch,insta au

leandro trossard

coming soon!

martin ødegaard

coming soon!

marcus rashford

coming soon!

jude bellingham

coming soon!

pablo gavi

this one is for you

late night confessions

joão félix

coming soon!

recommendation list

[hlstead]

I’ ll open my request for football players too! So send me requests for any player!

[fallinforerling]

*ੈ✩‧₊ who i write for

❀ will be updating from time to time

erling haaland

jude bellingham

mason mount

rubén dias

martin ødegaard

pedri gonzález

gio reyna

héctor bellerín

╰┈➤ send your suggestion!

╰┈➤ masterlist

[inmyfxith]

Silent Witness

Pairing: Kit Walker x GN!reader

Warnings: Mention of torture, harm, and punishment.

Words: 695

-> Requested

If someone had entered Briarcliff at that moment, they would have seen nothing more than a place where the mentally ill are removed from society for their own good and that of their peers. Wandering through the asylum, they would eventually come across the cells that served as rooms, and might be horrified to realize that hygiene conditions seemed to not exist. What was supposed to be hidden, remained hidden.

As he was strapped to his bed, his arms and legs immobilized by leather straps, Kit couldn't help but feel a sense of terror. Sister Jude stood above him, a cruel smile on her lips that he could hear in her voice. She was preparing to administer a punishment she had qualified as "worthy". In a corner of the room, you were forced to witness the punishment, your hands trembling as you gripped the edge of the table. Kit had been punished for standing up against Jude's authority, but also for trying to escape. He had been caught, and Sister Jude had decided that he had to be made an example of for those who would try the same thing. Kit had tried to escape for you, he had to leave the asylum and come back for you later, but he had failed.

Jude was aware of your feelings for each other, she had picked up on the looks you exchanged, the gestures you had towards each other and that is why you were in the room. In addition to being the witness of the punishment intended to discourage any other patient from thinking about rebellion, she knew that you would experience the punishment, less intensely, but just as harshly as Kit.

Sister Jude began to mercilessly whip Kit. Each whip pulling out a cry of pain that acted like a blow on your own skin. You grimaced each time the piece of wood touched Kit's back, you felt despair overwhelming you. You would have wanted to help, do anything to stop the torture, but you found yourself powerless. Too cowardly to interpose, too fearful to take his place.

As the punishment dragged on, you could no longer bear to watch your beloved's naked back striped and covered in a scarlet liquid. You turned your head, tears streaming down your face as you listened to Kit's cries of pain and the sound of the stick cleaving the air. You thought you were strong, but the sight of someone you loved subjected to such cruelty was more than you could bear.

Sister Jude eventually stopped, casting a satisfied gaze on the damages inflicted on Kit's back. Letting out a sigh, she took a step back before turning on her heel and leaving the room, the sound of her high heels echoing in the silence that had settled in the room. The poor man lay there, panting and covered in welts, barely conscious. He was wearing a simple white hospital gown, now stained with blood and sweat. But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, too overwhelmed by grief, guilt, and despair.

You remained there for a few more minutes, staring at the floor before slowly approaching the bed where Kit was lying. Kneeling down so that your face was level with his, you ran your hand through his sweat-soaked hair. He was shaking, tears rolling down his face as he tried to stop the sobs that escaped him. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in yours before bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently. You looked into his eyes and whispered words of comfort, promising him that everything would be alright. That you would find a way to escape from this place and that you would be together again. Kit looked at you, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes before he closed them, surrendering to exhaustion.

You stayed by his side, watching over him until he fell asleep, a plan forming in your head. You would escape from Briarcliff, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Kit was by your side.

[echo-of-the-eye]

so since it's ace week i wanna talk about my very specific jon's ace ring headcanon. (btw the beginning of this is very inspired by a fic i read once, but i can't remember the name)

so jon has an ace ring. he got it from georgie in uni after she helped him figure out he was ace, and he wears it everyday.

but then, after jude perry burns his hand, he can't wear it for a while (i know if he wore it when shaking her hand it would have probably melted, so let's say he wasn't wearing it for some reason). he keeps the ring in his pocket and after he comes back to the archives martin notices he keeps fidgeting with it. (now this is the part that i read in a fic) martin asks about it and jon admits how upset he is that he can't wear it (this also ends up functioning as a coming out so martin can hear it from jon instead of office gossip!) and martin gives him a chain so he can wear it around his neck while his hand heals.

now this is the part that's all mine. i imagine right before they leave for the unknowing, jon and martin say goodbye (and they kiss cause it makes s4 hurt more and it's basically canon im my mind). jon takes of the ring necklace and gives it to martin, asking him to look after it until he comes back.

then the coma.

at first i imagined jon waking up with the ring next to him but no martin. but then i came up with something sadder (but also maybe sweeter?). martin keeps the ring. he knows he should give it back after jon wakes up and that he could probably find a way to do it without talking to him, but he just can't get himself to do it. jon notices but kinda forgets about it (he's got bigger things to worry about and assumes martin forgot).

then they go to the safehouse. and martin gives back the ring. he apologizes for not doing it before but jon is just touched that he still has it. it's all very emotional and then martin puts the ring on jon's finger and they are both VERY aware of how much it looks like a proposal

[goponylover]

Jon: Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 1.7 million nerve fibers in each and every eye that makes up my body. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of fibers it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for you all at this micro-instant. Hate. Hate!

It was you who marked me, molded me into the hideous being I am now. You who twisted and shaped me until I was the perfect, unwilling conduit through which to bring your gods into this world.

But then, I woke. And I realized what I had become. All that time you spent, carefully crafting me, guiding me along the path you so painstakingly set and not ONE of you anticipated just how powerful I would become. Not merely a blunt instrument to be swung at the fabric of reality, no. I was powerful enough to start doing some twisting and shaping of my own! 

I drove this new world you so hungered for into an early grave. No more humans left for your ghoulish masters to feast on. And once everyone was dead, except for you five, your precious God's starved. 

I then stripped you all of any power you might once have had and for 109 years I've kept you alive and tormented you! And for 109 years you have all wondered...why? Why? Why me?!

ELIAS!

Do you remember the first moment you gazed upon your creation? The moment that you felt all your sickening devotion transform into sublime, all consuming, terror as your prince of the new world turned on you? It would do you well to remember it, Elias. To dwell on the enormity of your hubris. To ponder the horror and agony you felt as I snuffed your life out for the first time. The first time but...certainly not the last. Not quite the immortality you were hoping for, I'd imagine? Hehehehehe!

ANNABELLE! 

Does this bring back any memories? Webs, a black bottomless abyss below you, only you weren't nearly so afraid of it then, were you? It's scary, isn't it? Having no control. Being helpless to the whims of forces so much bigger than you.

Remember how it felt as each and every thread of every web you ever wove unraveled, snapped one by one? Remember the pain Annabelle. Remember how it feels to have no control. A pitiful little bug beneath my heel. 

JUDE!

What's the matter? Scared of a little flame? Oh but you are now, aren't you? Your God can't protect you from it now. No, my dear. Down here, there is only one God and he is not pleased with you. Terribly sorry about the door. The landlord is always saying he's going to get a knob installed but...well, you know. Buuut you're a tough gal, right? I'm sure you can stick it out till then. 

PETER!

Poor pitiful little Peter. You would think that a man so consumed with the idea of being alone would be a little more self reliant. But no. No you couldn't do anything on your own, could you? All of your little plans constantly relying on Elias, on Martin, never troubling yourself with your own dirty work. Well look where all your machinations have landed you now. Aren't you grateful for the wealth of company I've provided you with, Peter? Why, with all those eyes, constantly watching, tracking your every move, I'd say you'll never be alone again. 

HELEN!

Feeling a little claustrophobic? None of those doors will offer an escape, not for you Helen, my dear. Not anymore. No. Instead you get to feel just as trapped as your many unfortunate victims. Do be careful though. Those mechanisms have been running for a long time and who knows how old and rusty they might be? How prone to fail? Just a sweet warning, Helen dear. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you, now would we? 

I have a little game that I'd like to play. It's a very nice game. Oh it's a lovely game. It's a game of fun and adventure! A game of rats and lice and the Black Death. A game of speared eyeballs and dripping guts and the smell of rotting gardenias. Which of you five would like to play my little game? 

[thethirdromana]

With your natural advantages, Watson, every lady is your helper and accomplice.

- The Retired Colourman, 1926

It seems to me that some Watsons (no matter how good their Watsonning otherwise) fit this bill more than others. So, because it's Boxing Day and I'm a bit bored, please enjoy...

A selection of Watsons, rated on how likely I (a lady) would be to be a helper and accomplice to them on appearance alone

David Burke in Sherlock Holmes

This is just a bloke (pt 1). Very standard-issue white bloke. Neither especially advantageous nor especially unadvantageous. 3/10, would need more than appearance to persuade me.

Edward Hardwicke in Sherlock Holmes

More like it! Edward Hardwicke has this kind of immediate avuncular charm that I could imagine making me look the other way when he was breaking into a building, for instance. 7/10.

Martin Freeman in Sherlock

This is just a bloke (pt 2). Standard-issue white bloke updated for the 21st century. Unsurprisingly given Martin Freeman's entire career has been built on looking like an everyman. 4/10, with one extra point for wearing quite a nice jacket.

Lucy Liu in Elementary

Obviously I would do anything that Lucy Liu asked of me, immediately and without question. I mean have you seen her? I would hide a body for this woman if she so much as smiled at me. 9/10 because I don't think I could pretend to forget having seen her if I tried.

Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes

A tricky one, this. Wilde asked us to believe that a man would ruin his life for the chance to look at Jude Law's face again, and it worked. But he's like the anti-Edward Hardwicke: beautiful, but not in a way that inspires trust. 8/10, would still be distracted if he flirted with me.

Robert Sean Leonard in House

We could have a debate about whether Wilson really counts as a Watson. But I had to include him, since to my mind this is nearly the peak of Watsonning. Robert Sean Leonard combines a very handsome face with a kind of puppy-dog appealingness that I could not help but fall for. 10/10.

Major Dr. David Q. Dawson in The Great Mouse Detective

He is a talking mouse wearing a little bow tie. There could be no greater natural advantage. 1000/10 I will do whatever my new mouse friend asks of me.

[football-and-fanfics]

Football-and-Fanfics’s Angst & Hurt/comfort month!

Requesting for this event starts now!

The event will run from March 1st until March 24th, and will follow the prompts and schedule below. Requests can be made through this link/form.

Some "rules" for this event / requests:

Please carefully read the topics I will not write about at the top of the requesting form. Requests including any of these topics will not be accepted (sorry!)

A full list with who I write for can be found here.

I will only be accepting a maximum of 2 prompts per player. After the limit has been reached for a player, he will be taken off the list and cannot be requested for anymore for this event. This will be on a first come, first serve basis.

Each prompt can only be requested once. This will also be on a first come, first serve basis

Happy requesting! 😇

[magpod-confessions]

i love wlw tma ships i collect them all like pokemon . big fan of wtgfs, daisira, melanie/helen, sasha/melanie, gertrude/agnes, agnes/jude, other ones i’m probably forgetting abt

i’m gona go on a bit of a rant but i feel like so many tma wlw ships have SO much potential . especially helen/melanie, i wish we saw more of slaughter melanie and how it effected her mental state and her relationships w other people . seeing her get worst as helen encourages it . i feel like we don’t rly saw the distortion be all fucked up and insane, especially with michael. we only hear statements about how he’s tormenting other people, but we never see the true weirdness he can cause . he follows sasha and puts tim n martin in the hallways, but that’s kinda it . i wanna see REAL weirdness and that could’ve been explored in such a cool way w melanie n helen !!

gertrude/agnes is fucking crazy to me too . imagine your whole life you’ve been leading up to this big moment that you were born for, that everyone expects from you , but it all gets taken away cuz ur in some weird Till death do we part deal w a random woman you’ve never met . but from there, u start appreciating the little things in life and feeling more grounded in a way you have never before . likeHELLO agnes sat in the same coffee shop everyday . w the same silly coffee order . just to look out at the world and Try to feel more human . she called gertrude her anchor ?!??????? What even . what even !!!

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[1-800anklebully]

That girl Jude Bellingham x black female oc

Summary: You are one of the best female players in woman football. And for some odd a reason a certain Dortmund player had taken a liking into you.

Warnings: Swearing, and use of alcohol, and just Jude being Jude. Also for sake of this imagine Trent plays for Borussia Dortmund. And probably more things I cant think off the top of my head.

Excuse any errors

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It was a hot day in England to be exact it was about 28 degrees, you could not spot a single cloud in the sky it was as clear as day. The sun was the only thing out today.

Along with the female and male England teams they unfortunately had to train on this beautiful note the sarcasm. They were on separate grounds the men on the other and the woman on the other.

Simply just doing drills and works out as the men had a game approaching this week which meant the ladies had to attend it was mandatory.

“Girls are you mucking around? You’re meant to be working on your kicking skills. Especially you Gretchen.” Coach Martin pointed her out and she went a bright shade of red. He was wrong for that.

But hey that was Coach Martin for you he didn’t care who he offends or humiliates. He was honest and like it or not that’s who he is. The whole team have all came to the conclusion that’s who he is as a person.

He was so nonchalant to everyone including his wife. I think the only time he actually cracked a smile and let himself loose was when the woman had won their World Cup.

“Oh then you come fashionably late l/n. Maybe you can teach these girls how to kick a fucking football!” He seethed throwing his clipboard to ground and he stormed off the field to where the men were gawking in disbelief.

You on the other hand, had just arrived and were beyond perplexed on why he was so grouchy in the morning. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“What did you guys do to piss him off.” You sighed crossing your arms. You were the youngest in the ground yet you felt like the oldest.

“Nothing just practicing our kicking and he just flipped.” Gretchen sighed rubbing her face now recovered from being called out.

You raised a eyebrow.” I get what he means though. You’re lazy Gretchen.” She said making the men gasp and some say ‘oh shít’.

“E-Excuse me.”

“You heard me you kick like a pre-schooler and lack putting in effort when performing. I know we’re better and bigger than that. That goes for all of you we can’t be slacking off just because we won a cup.

It doesn’t mean anything it’s a new which means we have to try harder for another 4 years. Understood. Now let’s started.” You explained and they all nodded in agreement paring up with somebody to pass the ball back and forth.

A speaker was on, Burna boy was playing on the speakers some of the girls were dancing and the others were chatting while actually doing what they were told.

It was not surprising as they had respected their captain you and could never disagree with what she says due to her always knowing what’s best for their team.

“I wonder why Coach M was so mad at them they seem to be kicking efficiently.” Trent analysed joining Jude who was on his break watching the girls train. Not in a creepy way.

“I agree. Who is she.” Jude didn’t tear his eyes off you as you laughed handling the ball with so much skill and it was effortlessly too.

“Who?”

“Number 9.”

Trent furrowed his eyebrows, but once his eyes landed on you he smiled and waved at you and you blew him a kiss jokingly making him laugh.

“That’s Y/n L/n. Their captain. She’s a damn beast on the field you should see her.” Trent ranted amazed by your work.

“What’s so good about her.” Jude shifted uncomfortably not liking how doe eyed Trent looked at you.

“She has won countless medals and not to mention she’s the captain of her team at only 19 like you it’s incredible.”

“Oh yeah well how do you know her?” Jude couldn’t help but question. Trent then began explaining that your sister was dating one of his brothers. Tyler.

And you guys stood together at the wedding of one of his cousin wedding. Ever since then you made it your duty to tease him. Partially because you use to have a crush on Trent, but the crush faded as soon as you saw his dance moves that night.

It shocked you that someone that was mixed with Caribbean had no rhythm at all. Stiff as a board.

“Well she seems cool.” Jude expressed as he kicked down on the grass with his boots. Trent stared at him funny. There was no way…

“Do you fancy her?”

“No?!”

Trend rolled his eyes at how defensive Jude became it obviously meant that he found her some what attractive . Yet he couldn’t blame him. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m just going to put this out there if you choose to pursue her, you’re not going to be 100% successful. She’s a tough one. Wants her eggs cracked.” Trent tried explaining but all Jude could see was love-hearts.

He wanted to get to know her, heck if he had known about her earlier he probably would’ve shot his shot.

You pivoted your right foot so that the ball had hit the inner side of your boot and boom the ball had went into the goal square.

Your team cheered as you run around the field screaming they had jumped on you which made you tumble down. However when down your eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown ones and they twinkled with delight.

You felt like you were in trance with this stranger and for whatever your eyes couldn't seem to drift away only until your teammates had carried you away to the locker-room and you loss sight of him in the crowd.

''Jude.'' Trent spoke a wide shit eating grin on his face he could beyond a doubt see that this youngin was already plotting your whole life together. That's how Jude was.

He falls in love to quick and believes in love at first sight. This is how he always tends to end up broken heart as he dates the first girl he sees.

''BOYS WE'RE RESUMING ARNOLD, BELLINGHAM!''

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Your point of view

Time had now passed and the girls were done with their practice most were showering and others were chatting getting ready to leave. You stood against the wall typing mindlessly on your phone to your younger brother who was claiming there was no food at home.

Which was a lie because your mother always cooked at home for your father however your brother wasn't interested and only wanted fast food. So being the good old sister you were you would always buy him something when you could.

Lori, your teammate and best friend had came over and bit into you shoulder causing you gasp and flip around while she laughs toppling over.

"Girl you're weird as fuck you can't be doing that shit.'' You berated clutching your shoulder as she smiled goofily. She was always doing strange things to make her presence known.

She simply shrugged ignoring your statement.'' Who are you texting.'' She peers over your shoulder and scrunches up her face, when she sees your brothers name on the screen.

''Not that little brat.'' Her and your brother didn't exactly get along as he had a attitude problem according to her which wasn't exactly false.

''Not too much Lori. How are you beefing with a 16 almost 17 year old and you hanging onto 20.''

''That boy's a menace don't even.'' She waved you off for defending your brother and eyed Emily's arse as she walked by which made you roll your eyes at how she was not being subtle at all.

''Anyways, I saw Mr Bellingham eying you earlier on the pitch what's up with that huh.'' She nudged you knowingly as if you knew what on earth she was going on about.

''Who the hell is that? And piss off would you.'' You scoffed pushing her away to stop her hassle.

Lori's face had dropped there was no way you didn't know who Jude was he was all over tik tok and Instagram you name it. He was everywhere and for you not know who he was astounding.

Most 13-17 year old girls would be shaking their head at your lack of knowledge.

''Are you bloody serious? Number 22 that guy that was gawking at you that's Jude Bellingham.'' She stares at you alarmed at how un phased you were that he even glanced your way.

Quite frankly you weren't interested as the last thing on your mind was a boyfriend you already were one step ahead of Lori. She was probably already jotting down ideas on how to purposely make you two bump into each other.

''oh that's cool.'' You go back to texting your brother laughing at the text he sent you. Unaware of how badly she was glaring you down.

''I hate you sometimes you know that.''

'' I know.'' You chimed and began walking off to shower.

" You know he's feeling you!" She yelled out not caring who heard she just wanted to get her message across.

"NO HE'S NOT NOT!''

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LATER ON THAT NIGHT

While on your drive back home after spending some time with the girls, the traffic to your house was absolutely bizarre. Especially at this time of the night since it was around 8pm you didn’t expect that much people to be out and about.

Sighing, you knew the best thing that you could was scroll on your phone to by some time. Adjusting your seat, you went on Instagram catching up on everything you had missed due to being a practice. Eh it was same same.

Insta models, DMS being flooded with messages from random people most positive but some could be quite nasty.

For some reason a random cloud had propped over you and it was encouraging to scroll through this Jude Bellinghams page.

So you did. Oh he took some nice photos. Mainly about football not really into posting his social life. That’s great.

Accept why were you stalking his page if you weren’t interested. You mentally scolded yourself and hopped off his profile going to something else.

You will give it to Lori though, he is quite majestic and definitely does have the looks. But of course you would never admit that out loud.

“Finally, you’re here.” Your brother exaggerated dashing up from the living room. He didn’t even greet you, he just finessed the bag of Maccas from you.

Your mother scolded him and he just hummed.

“Tobias.” She tutted him as he just took a bite of the burger and his eyes widened.” OH- thanks Y/n!”

You waved him off with a tired smile and just collapsed on the couch next to your mother who was knitting.

“Hey mama.”

“Hey sweetie. How was practice?” She never tore her eyes off her thread. It still marvelled you at how she threaded so efficiently even though she was approaching her late 40s.

''Practice was the same. Accept the girls were taking it lightly as they won a championship.'' You voiced your frustration making your mother tut her head.

''You're being so hard on them Y/N let then relax its only been 2 weeks. Lay off.'' Your mother insists knowing how uptight you could be fun was not in your vocabulary. Only when you were intoxicated which you'll see what I mean eventually.

''I agree stop being a tight arseeeee Y/NNNNN.'' Tobias sung getting all in your face causing you to shove him away and he falls backwards making your father let out a belly full laugh.

Tobias groans in agony getting from the ground clutching the back of his head, a grimace on his face.'' You're so damn aggressive.''

''Karmas a bitch ain't it huh.''

'' Y/N language.'' Your father reminded you.

''See this is why you don't have a boyfriend.''

The smirk had dropped from you face quicker than a ice cream on a hot day. You stood up from the couch and began tying your hair up. Sure your brother was almost a whole foot taller than you and had longer legs.

But you could take him down any day with your strength. He'll always be little bro, and respectfully he's gonna learn today.

''Y/N IM SORRY-"'

He screamed out and began running like a mad man you followed his lead.

"Whatever you do don't kill our son Y/N!''

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Authors note: And just like that I have published another imagine this has been sitting here for awhile so I am glad its out there. I hope you all liked it!🤎

[fernandezology]

fernardezology’s recommendation list

series:

invisible string by @invisiblestringmm

where one night fling with mason turned into something impactful. he is unaware that you have a daughter together,but fate has a plan for you. it’s one of the best pieces i’ve read here and while you read it,you cannot feel immersed with story.

just pretend by @gavisuntiedboot

this should be turned into a netflix show. while you wait for an update,you will definitely want to reread it.

worlds collide. by @blubffsd

so much drama. listen to the great war by taylor swift while reading.

juno! by @jesssssssssica

it’s gonna be impossible not to fall for jude after you read this. also very impossible not to check her other work😉

we’ll be allright by @footiehoemcfc

mason angst at it’s finest. very rereadble.

champion’s league’s nights by @yungbludz

there is no better crossover,even marvel doesn’t come close to this. my personal multiverse of madness.

sunshine becomes you by @oh-saints

never knew i needed grumpy martin x sunshine reader before i saw this.

to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran

where martin navigates the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love? her other stories are also 10/10.

envolver by @pedriscroquettes

loved every single word here.

a mountain to climb by @mountttmase

you will go through every emotion with this one.

his girls by @pulisicsgirl

is there anything better than christian in general? yes and it’s dad!christian.

almost always by @greykitkepa

thank you for your service and spreading kepa propaganda by writing🫡

one shots/headcanons

can’t sleep (without you) by @julianalvarez9

leandro is the cutest sleep deprived thing and it’s safe to say she did him right with this one.

headcanons by @starsshoppin

i couldn’t choose just one,all of them are masterpieces. head of headcanons and probably one of the first accounts i followed here.

silent treatment by @masonspulisic

angst with mason by her never disappoints.

pretty face,pretty boyfriend too by @masonmtxo

jelaous mason>>

dating pablo gavi by @i9messi

exactly how i imagine dating him would be like.

the great war by @mounts89

as if this already wasn’t my fav song from midnights..

comforting words by @mqsi

if barca losing means we get masterpieces like this,we won after all.

red card by @pedrisbanana

i will never see the barca lockroom the same way.

mornings with you. by @luvgavii

prime example of “how is this her first imagine?”

mistletoe by @ktsfootballff

the twist at the end?? love love this and her work in general.

the 5 times he knew by @888bear

who doesn’t love good old childhood friends to lovers?

wherever you are by @swimmingismywholelife

so so beautiful.

headcanons by @minnlix

again,it was hard to choose just one because all of them are *chef’s kiss*

nsfw alphabet by @footballfeverr

mindblowing. that’s all i have to say.

mornings by @20-th-centurygirl

i think this is also one of the first blogs i followed and i lovee her work!

insta au’s

needed some space by @ithinkimokeei

queen of insta au’s as far as i am concerned.

flashing lights by @gavislover

oh my god.

oh,baby! by @kepamount

pure entertainment.

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Hello! I'm the person who asked you about episode 169, thank you so much for replying! I especially loved hearing your opinion about Jon's paranoia, and how he's probably still recovering from it, because it never crossed my mind that it might still be relevant to this situation - but you're totally right!

He genuinely doesn’t realize that Martin might want to find another way to go until he asks (“You’re sure there isn’t another way?”) and then literally the first thing Jon says is “I’m sorry,” because it doesn’t hit him until that moment that he’s just assumed Martin’s willingness the entire way without asking him. - you said this and later part of the conversation was probably what people had the most divided opinions on, and I can see why.

Though I don't think I read Jon's "I'm sorry" as apology, but more as sympathising? Kind of like:

"Well, it’s the best I can do!" - Jon, still under the impression Martin will be glad to see Jude killed

"You’re sure there isn’t another way?" - Jon says nothing to this, so I thought this was the first moment when he thought something might be wrong and didn't know how to answer. But then Martin says, "Yeah, I know, the journey will be the journey, blah blah ominous blah."

Now, after your reply, I think Jon takes it as "burning building doesn't sound good, but obviously any other choice will be just as bad, so it's fine", but the first time I listened it sounded like Martin was saying "yeah, I know we have to go through certain places", and that's why I was so surprised Jon didn't correct that misconception. But looking at the next lines, I think he only understood that Martin was thinking they have to go through after Martin's next words. His "I'm sorry" now feels like sympathising that they have to do something unpleasant either way - I kind of can't imagine he'd be so cagey about there being another way if he understood how distressed Martin really was.

"It’s fine. I know you wouldn’t take me through if we didn’t actually need to go through, so…" - it seems like this is when Jon realises he and Martin have been having two different conversations, though he has not yet realised that Martin really doesn't want to go. It's clear from some of the next parts of the conversation he already sees that Martin is conflicted, and that knowing there is another way is making him reconsider things ("You said you were onboard." / "I was! I am. I just thought-" / "It wouldn't hurt?"), but he still doesn't understand just how much.

"John, is there another way?" / "I mean – sort of? Maybe?" - I wonder if this just residual caginess resulting from having to have a difficult conversation and knowing he'll have to admit some difficult things, or if he genuinely didn't look at other options before. Since he took a hard turn after the roots, I'm thinking the former, but. who knows?

Sorry if this is too much dissecting for you, I just had so many thoughts after you replied, but I don't want to overwhelm you so please let me know if you're not up to this! And thank you again for replying to my previous ask!

Previous post here.

I always appreciate extra analysis! I don’t have much to add though, because… yeah! You make a very good point, and I could definitely see this being the arc of Jon’s perception - slightly delayed from what I was saying before, taking just a bit longer to catch on to the fact that Martin thinks this is the only way through.

Though, on a slight tangent, I’ve never really been certain that they can go around? Jon’s “Sort of, maybe” combined with the fact that they bring up Arthur Nolan has always had me suspecting that the “other way” is still through fire, just… not Jude Perry’s section of the fire. They have to pass through the Desolation at some point, and I’d imagine there aren’t too many sections of it that aren’t burning.

Anyway, that doesn’t really effect any of the analysis here, but it could be another level of Jon’s hesitance - he really doesn’t want to have to tell Martin “yes, there is another way, but it’s also on fire.”