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hummusxx · 11 months

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Jude Bellingham x Reader 18+ Warnings: Smut ( with fluff)

Babe, can you come take this for me?” Jude asks as you guys were about to leave and head out to dinner which started 10 minutes ago. You put your purse on one of the lounge chairs and he hands you the camera. “Just stand right there and I’ll tell you when to take It” Jude tells you while moving you to where he wants you to take the picture. “Sure, but we need to be quick we are already late” Jude looks at you with a smirk as you say that. “Sorry babe I don’t do quickies. I’m more of an hour-long type of guy.”

You open your mouth wide and look at him in shock. “Love close your mouth, wouldn’t want any flies going in” He laughs at you. “Oh, piss off and let me take the damn picture” you hear him laugh at you. “So when can I take this picture” you start to get annoyed with him and his giggly behavior. “I’ll tell you when but first.” he says walking back toward you and giving you a quick peck on the lips. He walks back to where he was and tells you when to take the picture. After taking the picture he comes up to you and gives you another peck. “Can we leave now I’m starving.” You complain because you guys are now 20 minutes late to dinner. “I’m starving but not for dinner” Jude smirks at you as he puts the camera down and grabs your waist.

“Are u drunk?” Jude shakes his head No and starts kissing your neck. He reaches to grab your butt as you try to talk “Ju- Jude we need to leave I’m serious” stuttering as you say this, he looks up from the place on your neck he was abusing “and I’m serious… serious about you” he goes back to the spot on your neck. “Jude- “he picks you up without warning and puts you over his shoulder and carries you upstairs “Jude oh my days you’re going to drop me” Jude slaps your butt “What about- “

“I’ll text Toby later and tell him we ate somewhere else.” Jude says while climbing up the stairs. “Plus, he has more than enough people to keep him company.” Jude opens the door to your guys’ bedroom for the week. He Puts you on the bed and connect your lips with his. At this point you have accepted that you are not winning this and give in. Jude runs his hands all down your torso and grips at your waist. “Take everything off and give me a second.” you giggle as he detaches his lips from yours and runs out of the room.

You do as you are told and remove everything. Sitting on the edge of the bed you hear him running up the stairs. He opens the door and just stares at do with his mouth open. You don’t notice the camera you had used minutes prior in his hands until he walks up to you and waves it in your face. “Jude… what are u doing?” a questioning tone comes out of your mouth.

“Well, I think that masterpieces should be captured and you … are the best masterpiece ever” He doesn’t give you time to react and angles the camera to where the camera can see u looking up at him with desire and hunger in your eyes. He takes the picture and looks at it. “Mine”. He pushes you back on the bed, sets the camera down, and starts to remove his own clothes starting with the shirt and then making his way to pants. You squirm waiting for him.

“Jude” you breath out “hurry”, He leaves his briefs on and climbs on top of you while stoking your waist. “We have all the time in the world” he leans in to kiss you “So why rush” after he says this, he smashes his lips on you with such hunger and desire. You adjust to the sudden force of the kiss and kiss him back. He gropes your breasts as you reach your arms down to try and take his briefs off. “No” he gets up from on top of up and pulls you to the edge of the bed just you your feet are dangling off. “Spread” he says in a demanding voice. You spread your legs and watch as his kisses the inside of your thigh “Jude please” a breathy moan come out of your mouth. “So wet” Jude looks up from in between “and all because of me” he grins and goes back in between your legs and starts to finger you while sucking on your clit. You gasp and the sudden action and cover your mouth. Jude looks up and sees this, he stops and grabs your hands and puts them away from your mouth.

“No need to be quite love” he goes down again and continues to suck and finger you. You are a moaning mess and scratch and his head trying to push him deeper. “Jude i-im ab- “he swiftly removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue going as far as he can all the way inside of you. You are moaning louder than ever about to reach your climax. He moves his tongue in and out of you at a fast pace. “I’m- I’m Cumm- “you cum all over his face and in his mouth.

He gets up and grabs the camera that he tossed on the bed. He takes a picture of your exhausted state, your makeup has now been ruined and smudged all over your face, getting a close up of your face and pussy. “Get on your knees” he says as he closes your legs and pulls you up while switching spots he sits on the edge on the bed while you sink to you knees. “Wait” he calls out and grabs the camera, once again. He takes another picture of you in all your glory on your knees for him. He grabs your chin while you start to message him through his briefs. He sets the camera beside him and grabs your neck so he can lean down to kiss you. As he does this you are preoccupied with trying to take his briefs off. “Let me help” he starts to grab your hands. “No” you demand, and you move your hands away from his.

You lay him back on the bed and he lifts his hips up so u can take his briefs off and try to take him in your mouth. Jude grabs your head and helps you take his full length closing his eyes while you move up and down using your hands on the section that won’t fit.

“Jude are you in here” Toby says as he opens the door. Jude’s eyes shoot open and look at the door to see Toby there standing in the doorway. You take Jude out of your mouth while trying to cover your body with your hands. “Brum get the fuck out of here are you mental” Jude yells and toby closes his eyes so fast and closes the door. “Oh my days this is why you guys weren’t at dinner. You guys are disgusting. “Toby yells from outside the door. “LEAVE TOBY” Jude yells as you giggle.

“Well, I guess that the end of that” you say as you stand up to put your clothes on. “Can we go get food now” complaining as you watch Jude get dressed after you. “Sure” he grumbles mad about that fact Toby had to ruin it all. “Jude, we have all weekend it’s not like it’s our last day here” you grab the camera off the bed and look at the pictures “You’re so hot “Jude says while leaning over your shoulders. “I Know” you wink at him and put the camera back on the bed.

“Come on, I’m starving” you take his hand in yours and start to make your way downstair and out the door while Toby looks at you guys in disgust “You Guys are Actually disgusting” he whispers to himself. “What was that” you look back at him with a playful look. “Nothing” he says smiling and goes back on his phone. “That’s what I thought. We’ll be back soon byee!” you say as you and Jude exit out of the Villa laughing.

Hummus’ Corner

If any of ya’ll have any corrections ya’ll want me to make, please tell me. I hoped you guys liked this. BYEEE

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inejschumacher · 4 months

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Day 4 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

wc: 815

cw: references to sex, mention of death, kissing, arguments

Gleaming, twinkling eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting, I almost jump in

Seldom is one ever gifted the choice of manner of death. Yet, if you were ever the lucky recipient, you would drown yourself in the depthless, ever-loving eyes of Jude Bellingham.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush. I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

It seemed, however, that you weren’t the only one to dream of such a desire. It felt as if every corner in the real world and online was filled with girls desperate for even a single second of eye contact, of the off-chance that if Jude ever left you, he’d choose one of them instead.

You’d struck gold, yet struggled to keep your anger in check every time a girl got too close and touchy with Jude, not trying to be the ruins in his sea of gold. You knew the wishes exchanged between girls, wondering what it would be like to truly have Jude love them, and how they could love Jude. Better than you could, anyway.

Walk past, quick brush. I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush. I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush.

Though it appeared that Jude knew exactly how you felt. Every time you were swarmed by a mob of girls, he always kept you close to him, a reassuring brush of his fingers or a kiss to keep you grounded. He knew what you needed in times like this, how to hold you in his arms or speak the words you needed from him. Take off the rose-coloured glasses, and everything was still the same.

Nightmares of falling away from him, or the daylight’s mirages of your relationship crumbling felt as if your heart was cast away in the skies until your feared reality of him crushing your heart out finally ground it. But the only thing he ever grounded was your mind, his love never faltering.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos

You ask him, wondering how such a pure soul only matured, retaining its ability to know how to love whomever its heart chose. You knew of so many women who claimed they were loved by their men, yet just a singular glimpse into their purported perfect porcelain lives uncovered a love so loveless, no arms to hold them as they shed their tears of sorrow, no volitional surprises of laundry done or dinner cooked.

Yet despite all the attention, it was you Jude kissed after every winning match, flushed from the joy and love of scoring goals and having you witness them from the closest of bleachers. He’d watch your hair fall back into place after tousling it with his hands as he pulled you in for a celebratory kiss. How perfect were you, for him? If only you could see how you’d also grown up a loving soul.

I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors with my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

After a night spent loving every part of you, leaving bruising lovebites down your collarbone and on your inner thighs, you’d cross his floors to clean yourself up as he brought the snacks. Enough times where you could picture such a scene with your Eagles t-shirt waiting on the door handle to be worn in bed, lying on top of him after another horrid day.

At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit

His strong opinions when it came to what he was passionate about were enough to warrant initiating an argument at dinner with your families. Even the simplest of debates over football legends and loyalties would lead to his contrarian arguments. You had to be quick to recognize when one was about to occur, and quickly chastise him before things could get too out of hand and risk a ruined night.

My mind turns your life into folklore, I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Sometimes the fantasies of a peaceful life filled with love grew to consume you in such a way that you couldn't bear the reality of your relationship. You slowly felt yourself pulling away, trying in vain to assuage such feelings in your dreams and in your reality.

It wasn’t meant to harm, but you needed to understand what you really wanted, you supposed. Not spend your life encircling someone, being hidden in the thousands of others in Jude’s orbit.

At dinner parties won't call you out on your contrarian shit

It didn't seem necessary anymore, to spend time trying to quiet Jude. He deserved to be able to speak his mind as a celebrated footballer himself, he deserved to free himself from the constraints of politeness and conformity. Perhaps he was the one the otters should listen to, take in his words and experience, rather than make him a fool for speaking even the most intelligent of words.

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it, 'cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea

You and Jude had always planned a little getaway to the Irish shores, to watch the waves crash against the rocky cliffs as you two walk down the coastlines hand-in-hand, free to ramble about whatever as you let go of your worries and duties for once.

As you gaze into your day-old Earl Grey tea, you let yourself picture what could have been. If you had let go of your inner turmoil and let Jude in. You once held his loving brown eyes, deeper than the ocean waters, in yours, grievings cast away into a darkness, but it was the one you chose to follow, filled with regret.

'Cause it will never be gleaming, twinkling eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting, I almost jump in

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jurdanhell · 1 year

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Okay so basically, I was re reading the chapter where Cardan asks Jude “and is it out of your system?” And Jude’s like “oh yea yea totally” sis, we all know that’s LIES 😂. I was just trying to imagine an alternate scene thinking.. what if she says no? Idk about anyone else but I think it would lead to basically chapter 15 part 2 so I was wondering if you could write a filthy something something 😂🥴 (like I mentioned before, no pressure)

I Will Know Nothing (Until I Know You)

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Word Count: 1,432

Rating: Mature

“And is it?" He asks. "Out of your system?”

I think of the blusher mushroom, the deathsweet, the wraithberry running through my veins with equal measure ferocity and instinct. We are alike in this way.

“No,” I say, because the indulgence of poison is one that I know greater than anything else.

I am unlearned at love and its making, but no matter how obvious that is to him, he does not let it show. Not when he guides my hands so carefully over him. Not when he redirects my nails to claw again at his back as he brings his mouth to the tender space just behind my ear. I suck my lip between the sharpest edges of my teeth, against the sound that rumbles in the back of my throat, because what this really is is a secret, and the more he knows is all the more he can use against me. I bite down on my lip hard enough to bleed.

The familiar sickness of poison roils through my gut, twinged with something else. A layer of sweat sheens over my skin and I am dizzy from the blood that rushes to my cheeks, my head, no doubt as diseased as what I’d ingested only earlier today. As infected as myself.

I tip my head back, again reminded of the things we’d done in that secret room behind the throne, and all the things we hadn’t. He brings his mouth to the hollow of my throat, pushing me back into the office in the Court of Shadows that I’ve taken as my own. He pauses only to push the door closed.

The dizzying absence from his hands on my skin leaves as quickly as it arrives, as though it was aware of how soon it would be replaced with another, equally intoxicating feeling.

Since my time in Faerie, I have grown very good at pretending. Pretending that my muscles do not sing from the acute pain from the swinging of my sword, pretending that it didn’t hurt every time I’d been made an example of being something lesser. Pretending that I do not feel as I do, hiding even from myself. I am not sure I keep the longing off my face, but with his hands drifting down the tie of my breeches, nose deep in the crook of my neck, I am not sure it matters.

Perhaps desire is like mithridatism, where I should be taking doses slowly, accumulating my body to the poison until it affects me no longer. Perhaps my overindulgence here will kill me as surely as any sharp blade.

It isn’t until he sinks down onto his knees, pushing the backs of my legs to the edge of the desk, mouth drifting across my navel that I decide that I do not care.

Religion in Faerie is scarcely discussed, brought up only with the slandering of poor fates and cursed as surely as any gambling man might blame the hand. There might have been gods, once, but anything infinite in an immortal mind is just as easily forgotten. But he slides my breeches down to my knees with such piety, pushing my legs apart with such reverence that I’m sure one of us has found it.

Something flutters in my chest as he brings his mouth to my center, looking up at me through his dark lashes. Not as though I ought to be the one praying, but as though this is the prayer. As though any noise I might make would make for choir, would carry the cadence of a hymn. He looks at me as though he means to memorize it, this moment. The shape of my very skin.

His hands move methodically against me, into me. There is strategy here yet, and I refuse to concede. I will not concede.

This time, I do not let my hands shake.

I bring one hand to his hair and knot my fingers so deeply I am not sure they will ever be free. I am not sure I want them to be. His tongue brushes flat against me, but it is the heat of his breath against my bare thigh that is my undoing. He moans my name against my skin, whispering dirty things I'm certain he would not say if his goal wasn't to make me give in. I will not give in.

I lean back against the desk, putting my weight on my elbow. I’m half-aware of something being knocked to the floor when he sinks lower to bring one of my legs over his shoulder.

There is an awful kind of pleasure in being granted what you’ve so desperately wanted, even if you’ve convinced yourself you didn’t. It seems we are both good at making terrible decisions.

This deep underground, it is too dark for plants to grow. There are no windows to allow moonlight to skim in, pooling like milk against the scarce furniture that was undoubtedly stolen for the home of thieves. That does not stop vines from snaking their way up the walls, cloying around any surface they can find purchase on. Surely, deep down in their making, they must know they were doomed to die the moment they sprouted. There is nothing for them here. No light, no water. No chance for survival.

That is what I tell myself as Cardan’s other hand slips beneath my shirt to palm at my breast. That is what I tell myself as I let him. There is no chance for survival. There is no way I would have survived this, anyway.

Maybe I can still take him down with me.

His finery is disarranged as I pull against his hair, beckoning him to his feet as I yank him roughly overtop of me, laying myself flat against the desk, my hair spilling over the edge. He looks dissatisfied, as though he were a cat whose cream I’d just stolen for no other reason than to be cruel.

I am, I know. But not for this.

His lips are swollen when I bring them roughly to my own, tasting myself from his mouth. It is a stupor that fills my lungs, my brain, working its way into my blood that controls me. My volition is not my own. I do not think it has been for a long while.

My hands go to his breeches, toying with the lace in the front, but not untying it. I do not know much, enough that he is aware of, but not so little that I am completely unknowledgeable. I refuse to think of the way he looked up to me, his mouth against the softest parts of my skin, drawing sensitive shapes with his teeth, his tongue.

A flower I do not recognize springs from the ivy that unfolds above us, a deep blue that might have been purple in the sun, trumpeting from its stem on the vine. Its yellow-white center does not shy away from the darkness of the room around us.

I move my hands to undo the buttons of his shirt with as much slowness as I can manage with his mouth working delicious cruelties over a soft spot on my neck.

The room is overcome with blooming buds in the darkness. One of my hands drifts over a knot of scars at his back, and I realize that it is not despite the darkness that they crest so fully, so openly, that it is in spite of it. That, maybe there is a kind of bravery in being so honest. In knowing the risks of a poison, and taking the plunge anyway.

He pushes himself against me in a way that is somehow more intimate than when we were both bare. It is not unlike when the clouds part from a silvered sky, letting the moonlight drink in the land, the faelights crashing up into the stars and melding into the air. Somehow, the unbrokenness of this moment is what is visceral, is so guarded by its profoundness that it will know nothing else. I am certain that when I open my eyes, I will see stars.

I am filled with a hatred so hot it warms me from the inside out, so bright that I might never truly be cold.

I hate that he is the one that makes me feel this way, and that the statement alone is as much honesty I can bare, even to myself. I am a coward.

My thoughts are splintering under the guiding action of his fingers, and I realize his clever poison is not simply along the sweat of his skin or tucked in between stolen kisses. It is in his words, his breath, and it is in me, too. And now, I am not sure I will ever be able to escape it.

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i don't think i've ever written a first-person tfota fic. anyway i have absolutely nothing to say for myself. enjoy, sluts and whores <3

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 11 months

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Black Wedding ~ Part 1 Jude Jazza ~ Premium END

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(What a disgusting place)

After putting all the followers to sleep, I grumbled in my mind, inside the church at the altar where the wedding ceremony is about to take place.

(How does binding two people to an eternal promise be so innocent?)

(Vows of love are like curses)

What is so pleasing about cursing each other to love each other in sickness and pain?

The clean air, the solemn organ tones, the sweetly scented gorgeous flowers....all seem like an abominable curse.

The word 'vow' cannot be beautiful.

At least for me, it is.

At that moment, the church door opened to reveal Kate in a jet-black wedding dress.

(Heh..you look so tense)

But when she looked up, her lips tightened.

There was a strange look in her eyes.

(.....?)

Her face that looked dreamy, was completely red.

Kate begins to walk slowly down the wedding aisle leading to the altar.

(..Hah)

(She is so consumed by the 'wedding' atmosphere that she's losing her mind)

(Seriously, you get worried about everything)

Jude: "And so easy to read."

Kate: "Hm?"

As if she had realized she has arrived at the altar.

Kate blinks in a huff.

(Being a 'fairy tale master' is already a handful and now you also dutifully keep your word and get all dressed up...)

(You really are a hopeless princess)

Standing there in a wedding dress, she is too vulnerable.

A claw can shred her in an instant.

Jude: "You really an idiot. Are you really ready to get married to me?"

At that moment, a mild-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.

(....It's this guy)

Man in glasses: "Well done, my fellow lovers, for you have come this far."

Amor: "My name is Amor. I am the representative of this Amour, the servant of love who will make your love eternal."

(....Is this guy actually crazy?)

The man shamelessly makes stupid remarks with exaggerated gestures.

It's beyond creepy and gives me goosebumps.

(I could put him to sleep right now so that he doesn't talk....)

(But I want to torture you first for all the trouble you've caused me)

It reminds me of the investigation report I read on the way here.

('Lovers are likely to be dosed with some kind of poison after they have made their vows')

So then-----

(Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth...poison for a poison, I guess)

Amor: "Now those who truly love each other need not make vows."

Amor: "For pledging you eternal love...you may close your eyes and kiss each other."

Kate: *gulps*

Kate's breathing stammers in confusion.

(You're so upset, even though we're actually not going to do it)

I caught Kate's impatient chin with my finger.

When I pulled her closer, Kate's eyes widened, as if they are about to fall out.

Kate: "Ah....."

Jude: "Mm."

(I raised her face, and came as close as possible to make them believe we're actually kissing)

Kate's cheek gradually turned red.

(Ha....?)

(Did you actually think I was gonna kiss you?)

I stare in disbelief at her quivering lips.

While confused and impatient,

Kate still closed her eyes shut, as if she was ready.

(....Tch)

(I didn't think she is this much of a softie)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Kate: "I'm sure people don't think that if you get married and say your vows to God and everyone around you, your love will just disappear forever."

Kate: "But...that's why we tell each other that we want to protect each other."

Kate: "If there were a memory of a vow made together and it seems impossible to keep."

Kate: "I would feel like not giving up, keep trying."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Such beautiful things makes me want to throw-up.

But I'm sure that beautiful thing is true in her world.

(You fucking stupidly honest, good-natured..)

(You hard-working princess who seem to believe wholeheartedly in disgusting beautiful things)

(Even if it's a joke....it's not funny for a woman like her to swear that she will be with me forever)

I envy those who have been able to have a beautiful life.

I have a desire to destroy it.

Jude: "....Why are you closing your eyes?"

Kate: "Eh....?"

Her eyes open to look at me.

Jude: "You're such an idiot."

I looked into her eyes as I put my lips on hers.

Kate was stunned, trembling, and looking at me in disbelief.

Kate: "Mm....Ah...."

Jude: "...Heh, what's with that look?"

(Once you learn from his, you will reflect on it a little)

Amor: "I now pronounce you husband and wife....and hereby make your love eternal."

Amor: "Now pour this wine into each other's lips."

With an ostentatious gesture, Amor took out two wine glasses.

Jude: "Is this what makes love eternal?"

Amor: "Yes, please."

Undoubtedly, this wine is poisoned.

(Heh, nice smile)

(It only gets me more excited to look forward to seeing that smile crumble once I start my game)

Jude: "Now that I think of it, I have a return gift for you guys for your hospitality."

Amor: "...Ha?"

I threw the entire wine in my glass into Amor's face.

The poison is dripping all over his face and easily seeps through the mucous membranes of his eyes and nose.

Amor: "Huh?...What...Arghh...!?"

Immediately, Amor is uncharacteristically distraught and rushes to the shelves by the altar.

Kate: "What is he doing....?"

Jude: "Probably looking for an antidote."

Kate: "....Antidote....?"

Kate was quick to pick up that the wine offered to us was poisoned.

Her face turns pale.

Kate: "How did you know?"

Jude: "I just happened to read the investigation report beforehand."

Kate stares at me in disbelief. Her face says 'I didn't know that'.

(Of course you wouldn't know anything because I didn't tell you)

(If I did, you would be on the edge, panicking all the time)

Ignoring her gaze, I walk over to Amor, who takes what appears to be a medicine bottle from the cupboard.

Before he could open the lid, I grabbed his wrists and twisted it.

Jude: "You get to make others suffer but when it's your turn, you're running away..."

Jude: "Now, how is that fair?"

Amor: "Nn....Nnn....!"

(I could have been more outrageous)

(Say something, or the poison will get to you)

Amor: "Please! Please spare my life.....I'll do anything. Anything!"

Jude: "Anything? Nice. Then sign a contract with me."

Jude: "A contract to serve me until the day you die. What do you say?"

When he nodded his head, I released his wrist.

Amor, looked comically flustered, opened the lid of the medicine bottle, and swallowed its contents.

(Good, now go to sleep)

I poked his forehead.

My ability forces people to go to sleep when I poke their forehead. Amor closes his eyes and goes into a deep dream.

Kate: "...What are you going to do with that man?"

Jude: "I still haven't decided yet."

I looked at Amor, who is lying on the floor.

(Probably dumping him on a cargo ship would be nice)

Kate: "Also....what happened to the followers?"

Jude: "They all are in a dream. Even the guy who was playing the organ, went away halfway through."

(For now, the mission is complete)

(I guess)

Seeing Kate sighing in relief, I sighed.

Jude: "And you. Didn't you realise that you were about to sign the worse contract of your life?"

Kate: "Eh....?"

Kate blinks and tilts her head.

(Are you for real!?)

(Don't tell me you already forgot what happened earlier!?)

(This woman is such a...! How were you able to survive this long!?)

Jude: " 'Closing your eyes and kissing each other to pledge your eternal love..' "

Jude: "You closed your eyes...were you dying to get married to me and get tortured for the rest of your life?"

It took about five seconds for Kate to process what I was talking about.

Interestingly, her face upto her neck, turned completely red.

Kate: "T-That's...I-I thought we needed to kiss to create an opening....!"

Jude: "If we had put our faces together close enough, it would make it look like we're actually kissing. That's what I intended to do."

Kate: "So then....why did you kiss me?"

Kate: "You could've...just...did what you just said....."

Jude: "Of course it was because I was curious to see what kind of stupid face you'd make."

(It was a small punishment for a foolish princess who was easily ready to give her promises)

Jude: "Rest assured. I didn't intend to close my eyes."

Kate: "I didn't close my eyes because I was dying to pledge my eternal love to you or anything....!"

Jude: "Oh yeah?"

Kate was at a loss for words, still trembling and her face was red.

(Honestly, this frustrated face is the cutest thing I've ever seen)

Jude: "You're not fit to be a bride at all."

Kate: "I'm glad that I'm unfit."

If I tell her how far she would survive in this world...

I only can imagine seeing this face contorted in despair and unable to speak beautiful things.

(....I don't know why but)

Seeing her image standing and staring down at this shitty world----

Just makes my stomach churn.

Story // Bitter END // Epilogue

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hungrywriter · 7 months

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10 Days (Finale)

Jobe Bellingham x Reader

Taglist: @hummusxx @luvvtrent @fleurographist @bl00dst41ned @elyne01 @iissza @fictional-l0v3r

A/n: I am so sorry for the late post. Too many things were happening but I'm okay now! :)

When the boat arrived back at the docks, Jobe was greeted by his family with open arms. Y/n chuckled at his excited antics, still finding it amusing that the once rude tourist she disliked had become the person she now loved. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a high-pitched, annoying voice calling out for Jobe.

“Yoohoo! Hey pookie-mookie, mushy-bushy booboo bear!” The voice rang out, and Y/n couldn't help but cringe at the loudness. She wondered if she could be hired as an emergency alarm with a voice like that.

The owner of the voice ran towards Jobe and jumped into his arms. They seemed to be acting like a couple, and for a moment, Y/n's heart sank. But then she noticed Jobe gently pushing the girl away, which gave her a glimmer of hope.

“Booboo bear?” Y/n said, approaching Jobe and the girl with curiosity. Jobe seemed nervous, as if he had been caught red-handed. He took a deep breath before introducing the girl to Y/n.

“Y/n, this is Ella, my girlfriend,” Jobe said, and Y/n felt like her world was crashing down. The words cut through her heart like a knife. All the adventures and experiences they had shared over the last 10 days now felt like a painful reminder of what could have been. She felt betrayed, as if all her hard work, her boat, and her money had been in vain since meeting Jobe.

Anger surged inside her, and she struggled to contain it. In that moment, she wanted to hurt the couple, to make them feel the pain she was experiencing. But she managed to compose herself, avoiding shaking Ella's outstretched hand and instead choosing to leave the docks with her belongings.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but hope that Jobe would come after her, to explain or make things right. But he didn't. Fucking coward.

A week had passed since Jobe's return to London, and his tale of being stranded on an island had become a global sensation, thanks to Emma's penchant for making things a big deal, despite Jobe's desire to keep it quiet. While the Bellingham family had settled back into their routine, Jude couldn't help but notice a change in Jobe's demeanour. Sensing an opportunity to talk, Jude entered his brother's room without any announcement or knocking, causing Jobe to startle slightly before resuming his cleaning.

“So... Y/n,” Jude began, noting the tension that immediately gripped his younger brother at the mere mention of her name. Jobe continued his tasks without facing Jude, his unease palpable. After a few minutes of silence, Jobe let out a sigh and turned to lean against his table.

“What about her?”

Jude observed his brother's posture and could sense the inner turmoil he was going through. He didn't want to push Jobe too hard, but he also knew that sometimes a little nudge could help.

“I mean, both of you seemed pretty close to me. Almost like you were in love, dude,” Jude commented, treading carefully. Jobe remained silent for a while, his expression conflicted. Finally, he looked at Jude, and what his older brother saw in his eyes was a mixture of regret and sadness.

"What do you want me to do?" Jobe's frustration seeped into his words. "We're back in London, and she's all the way out there."

Jude paused, considering his response carefully. "I get it, Jobe. But you shouldn't have started something you couldn't finish." He let his words sink in before continuing, "But let me leave you with this. Do you love Ella, or do you love Y/n?"

Jobe lowered his gaze, lost in his thoughts as he wrestled with the question. Jude sensed that it was a lot for his brother to process at the moment, so he decided to give him space. He walked out of the room, hopeful that their conversation might have helped Jobe sort through his feelings.

As the door closed behind Jude, Jobe was left alone with his thoughts. He leaned against the table, the weight of his choices heavy on his mind. Love was never meant to be easy, and he was beginning to realise the depth of his emotions. The memory of his time with Y/n on the island kept replaying in his mind, juxtaposed against the reality of his life in London.

He knew he had a decision to make, one that would shape not only his own future but also the lives of those he cared about. He silently wished that there would be someone or something to guide him to make the right decision.

A few nights later, Jobe found himself at the restaurant Ella favored. Although it wasn't his preferred choice, he concealed his displeasure, as was his usual practice. The couple perused the menus, with Jobe already aware that Ella would order her usual steak, while he would opt for the salad and the soup of the day. It was still football season, and he needed to maintain his diet.

Sipping on his sparkling juice, Jobe was taken aback when the waiter approached their table. To his surprise, the waiter turned out to be Y/n, dressed in the restaurant's attire, holding a notebook and a pen. Shocked, he accidentally swallowed his juice, causing him to choke. Y/n rushed to his aid, helping him recover. When he glanced at her again, she seemed to have transformed, her appearance entirely different.

“Oh my god, pookie-wookie, are you okay?” Ella exclaimed as she hurried to his side, assisting him. Once he had regained his composure, he looked at her and was even more astonished. Outside the restaurant, by the bus stop, he spotted Y/n dressed as a salesperson, selling balloons to children. A bus arrived and departed, leaving behind a muscular man who had now transformed into a balloon animal artist.

Returning his focus to the dinner table, Ella tried to lift his spirits with silly faces, though it only made him cringe internally. Jobe assured Ella that he was fine, and they continued waiting for their meal. Suddenly, the host announced that the live band would perform a song. Jobe paid no attention until he heard the name of the song. The singer began performing a song called 'Y/n.'

“Has there always been a song like this?” Jobe pondered. Initially filled with anger and aggression, the song suddenly shifted to a softer melody, mirroring his rollercoaster experience with Y/n. The entire dinner was consumed by thoughts and emotions connected to Y/n, a feeling Jobe despised. He tried to figure out how to broach the topic with Ella, but her question caught him off guard.

“Who’s the girl?” Ella inquired, not looking away from her food. Jobe attempted to deflect the question, but her intense gaze demanded an answer. “How did you know?”

“Jobe, I’m not oblivious. Men wear a certain look when they're deeply in love, and you've never worn that look with me. But when I saw you with that village girl on the boat, you were practically glowing with love. I was a bit hurt, but I saw this coming. I thought maybe I could break through your tough, aloof exterior, but it seems someone else did it first,” Ella remarked. Jobe was speechless, not expecting such a response. He struggled to find the words, but Ella interjected.

“It's okay, Jobe. I forgive you. Just promise me you'll take care of her. Be a better man. Don’t treat her the way you treated me. Every person deserves happiness. Now go, before I change my mind,” Ella said with a smile. Jobe smiled back, grateful for Ella's understanding. He hugged her and settled the bill before heading home. Ella shook her head and returned to her own residence.

On his way home, Jobe contemplated Ella’s words. 'Don’t treat her the way you treated me.' Had he truly mistreated her? He made a mental note to express his gratitude to Ella properly. She deserved a farewell that wasn't merely a breakup during dinner. He set that note aside as he focused on his plan. All he hoped for was that Y/n would still want to be with him.

Y/n was in the midst of sweeping the resort's pool area, boredom settling in. Stuck in the village with no money, Jobe had returned home with his girlfriend, a word that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt betrayed and embarrassed, realizing that he had used her for entertainment due to the village's limited offerings. Her irritation grew when someone called her name repeatedly. She swept the floor aggressively, but the caller persisted. Finally, she turned around.

“Listen, sir, I'm a very busy woman, so if you could please go awa—” her words trailed off as she locked eyes with the last person she expected to see: Jobe Bellingham, standing with a small bag, his brother sipping a pina colada nearby.

“Too busy even for me?” he quipped, offering a faint smile. Y/n walked slowly towards him and, when close enough, slapped him across the face. Jobe, although taken aback, understood he deserved it.

“Okay, I deserved that,” he admitted.

Y/n quickly pulled him into a kiss, their arms wrapping around each other naturally, as if they were meant to be. When they broke apart, Jobe wore a wide grin. “Okay, I deserved that too,” Y/n chuckled.

“Shut up,” she whispered before kissing him again. Their passion ignited once more, and Jobe's brother, Jude, disgusted, walked away to give them some privacy. Jobe then remembered something and handed her the small bag. “For you.”

Curious, Y/n opened the bag and found it filled with money. She gasped and quickly zipped it closed, casting a cautious glance around.

“Jobe, what is this?” she whispered.

“You told me you wanted to leave this island. Because of me, you lost all your money. Now, I get to help you. You can finally start a new life, with me, in London,” Jobe declared enthusiastically. Although Y/n had worries etched on her face, she smiled and nodded. Jobe's heart swelled with happiness, and they shared another passionate kiss.

Y/n made her way to the waiting car where Jobe was already waiting. He helped load her bags and held her close once he was done. “Are you ready?”

Y/n gazed back at the resort, where the staff waved their farewells. She saw the manager and told Jobe to wait for a moment. She ran to the manager, and they shared a heartfelt hug, tears streaming down their faces. Afterward, she returned to the car. With one final goodbye, Y/n entered the car with Jobe, her heart a mix of anxiety and excitement as they set off to begin their new life together in London.

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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back where you started

pairing: albus dumbledore x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

author’s note: jude law’s dumbledore. that’s all i have to say.

[ao3 version]

You linger before a far too familiar wooden door, feeling strangely anxious. Albus Dumbledore, Transfiguration professor and a close friend, summoned you to his office. Typically, the two of you were wont to meet during meals or after classes. Therefore, it’s unusual that he’s calling you to his office— there must be a pressing matter that needs attending to. You shudder to think about the administrative scandal that would require Albus to enlist your help. You’re only the Runes professor, after all. You have little to no authority at this school but, despite that, Albus has proven that he values your opinion in matters at Hogwarts.

Eventually, you fester up the courage to knock on the door. Albus remarks that you can enter and you do so, only to find that he seems preoccupied with something on his desk. His attention falls to you once you take another step into the room and move to sit down. The armchair Albus conjures for you is exceedingly luxurious and plush. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the gesture is unnecessary.

“Why did you call me here?” You decide to cut to the chase. The Transfiguration professor takes a deep breath and looks up from the gadget he’s studying. There’s a pensive expression on Albus’s face for a moment before he sighs.

“I’ll be traveling to America; I don’t know how long I’ll be there.” You blink at him once, twice. It takes you several seconds to process that remark and when you do, you don’t know what to do about it. You know that this sudden travel is likely about the war and Grindelwald, which only makes you more wary of the idea. Even so, Albus seems to have made up his mind. There’s not much you can do, at this point.

You frown, not liking the sudden turn this conversation is taking. There’s a strangely unreadable expression on Albus’s face and your stomach churns with unease. You swallow hard, past the burning feeling that you’ve grown to associate with tears. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow,” Albus answers, looking at you with an indecipherable expression. Your heart races in your chest and your skin practically prickles at the thought.

“Tomorrow?” You can’t keep the betrayal from your voice. You resist the urge to grab Albus by the collar and shake him furiously. Tomorrow?! He’s leaving for another country and he neglected to tell you until the day before-! “You can’t be serious. And you’re going by yourself?”

“This is something I must do alone,” Albus says. Of course he thinks that. You groan internally. As long as you’ve known Albus, he’s always had this weird desire to be self-sufficient, even in the face of considerable opposition.

“I’m coming with you,” you argue immediately. Albus arches an eyebrow at you. For a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other. The Transfiguration professor then evidently processes your remark and he shakes his head firmly.

“Grindelwald will go after you,” Albus remarks. He puts a hand on his forehead and you immediately notice the tension along his frame and the tight pull to his lips. “I refuse to put you in danger.”

“As always, you’ve made a decision on my behalf without consulting me first,” you say, trying to make your voice sound mild and unaffected. Your effort doesn’t quite work, as you’re unable to entirely separate this dreadful feeling coursing in your stomach from your words.

“As always, you’ve offered to put yourself in danger without considering the consequences,” Albus fires back. He is entirely unwavering. You take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose, suddenly feeling self conscious. Since his first mention of travel to America, Albus’s gaze hasn’t strayed from your face.

“If Grindelwald finds you…“ Albus breaks off, evidently unable to even utter the words. Your mind supplies them for him: …you’ll be killed. A silence settles in the air between you. You bite your lip and pick at the fabric of your sleeves. ”I care about you too much to let that happen.”

“What would you have me do?” You remark, still seeking clarification. Your heart is racing and your hands are slightly shaking—although the movement is hardly noticeable. You’re more concerned with the idea of Albus leaving to fight Grindelwald on his own. He’s the most capable wizard you know, of course. However, that doesn’t negate the obvious risks of dueling Grindelwald—another one of the most skilled wizards of the age. “Stay here and avoid everything?”

“It’s better than the alternative,” Albus answers, masterfully dodging your first question. You roll your eyes and huff.

“Is it?” You ponder. You don’t realize that you say that aloud until there’s a sudden banging sound. You look up, only to find a vial on the bookshelves smoking. Albus waves a hand and the vial returns to normal. There’s a shattered look on his face. Surely you aren’t the cause of that expression, or the bout of accidental magic that shattered that vial. Right?

“Yes, staying here is better than the alternative.” Albus hisses. You’ve never heard him sound so troubled. His fists are clenched tightly and the blank expression on his face seems to be breaking by the minute.

“I won’t leave you,” you assert, getting to your feet and placing your hands on his desk. Albus is quick to do the same and, before long, you’re staring at each other from opposite sides of the desk. You refuse to give in this time. This argument is important. Albus is important. “You need me, as I need you.”

“You presume to know what is best for me,” Albus remarks. You chuckle under your breath at the accusation.

“Yes, I do,” you agree without argument. “Because I know you, Albus. I know you’re calculated and strategic, but in the face of battle, you’re reckless and you overlook things.” Albus’s uncaring facade finally cracks, as his eyebrows rise and his eyes widen.

“I’m always with you; I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know the risks, Albus.” You decide to say. That seems to do the trick, as a sort of clarity passes over the professor’s face. You take a deep breath and place your hands on the back of the armchair, resisting the urge to pace restlessly around the office until Albus gives you some clear answers.

“I didn’t know you cared about me so,” Albus remarks thoughtfully, a somewhat far-off look in his eyes. You look around the room—at the assorted trinkets and books lining every available surface. You’ve grown used to this office now, and you’re almost convinced you could conjure it up from memory if needed. Albus and you grew close over the past few school years.

“I thought it was obvious.” You say, averting your eyes. You assumed the consistent meetings despite your tedious schedule to be indicative of the fact that you valued Albus’s company. Perhaps you need to be more clear next time. You’re about to continue speaking when the professor beats you to it.

“I don’t think you can begin to fathom how much I care about you, in return,” Albus responds, instead of addressing your prior remark. “You’re… everything to me. I hesitate to bring you into these decisions—not because I don’t think you can handle the pressure, but because I don’t want to risk losing you.”

Your shock must show on your face, because Albus hides a chuckle behind his hand. His eyes have that infamous twinkle you’ve grown to associate with him. His amusement slips off his face in a moment and he regards you with an alarming amount of sincerity.

“You didn’t know that,” Albus realizes aloud. He rounds the desk and stands before you. His gaze flits about your face, evidently searching for something in your expression. Whatever it is, Albus doesn’t seem to find it, because he takes a deep breath and places a hand on your shoulder. “I haven’t clarified my feelings towards you.”

“Let me be perfectly transparent,” Albus pauses and takes a deep breath. His grip on your shoulder tightens for a fraction of a second. You desperately want to analyze that statement, but your thought process is quickly interrupted by the tug on the collar of your robes. You lurch forward with the sudden change in momentum, until your lips are meeting Albus’s. You’re quick to respond, running your fingers through his hair. He lets out an assenting sound and you pull him closer.

“We’re in this together,” you murmur when you break apart, taking his hand and clasping it. Albus smiles and grips your waist. He lets his head fall to your shoulder and you support him, as you always do.

Ultimately, the war has only just begun. However, with Albus by your side, you’re confident that you can defeat Grindelwald.

there’s a lot of significance to the accidental magic bit. albus dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards that ever existed and he has nearly impeccable control over his magic. feats of accidental magic are common in childhood but they tend to decrease in occurrence as a wizard grows older. the fact that albus performed accidental magic is a testament to the strong burst of emotions he felt in that moment.

anywayssss. thanks for reading <3

#hp #dumbledore x reader #dumbledore #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts dumbledore #Jude law dumbledore #dumbledore x male reader #albus dumbledore x reader #albus dumbledore x male reader #yuh yuh

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cruelprincae · 10 months

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“you two are so close, it’s adorable.” [sarcasm] (Jude)

dialogue : jealousy prompts

There it is; the reason behind his burning question as to why Jude has been seething since the moment they returned within the safety of his royal chambers, restlessly sitting up and turning upon the recliner of his parlor. Hadn't he spent a good amount of time indulging in drinking faerie wine seated upon that very same recliner to know it is as soft as feathers and adorned with furs as warm as the milky tea he has for breakfast and the coals from his stove, Cardan would have thought it was made of bricks or, at the very least, something that is equally as uncomfortable.

Standing before his vanity, the High King's mind swirled as though surrounded by a pack of angry sprites with all sorts of possibilities that could result in such stiffness and foul mood on his Seneschal's behalf, ranging from court matters and broken treaties to ― and what usually seems to be the case ― Cardan doing something ( like breathing in close proximity to the human ) to irk her; Jealousy wouldn't have crossed his mind and if one were to suggest it as an option, he would merely laugh at the range of this person's foolishness, for Jude is never jealous. Not of him, at least.

And yet, judging by her sullen pout and the snarl that surrounds her lips like a tight embrace, it would appear as though the mortal girl is indeed, jealous ― of Nicasia, nonetheless. Hadn't he known that Jude is as dangerous ( if not more so ) with a sword when jealous as when she's enraged, the Fae would be sneering right about now. But alas, since being run through with Jude's sword is at the very bottom of his desires, he keeps his contempt and the smile that threatens to pull upon the curl of his lips, at bay. He doesn't bother pointing out that whatever flame existed between the princess of the undersea and himself was put out with a bucket of cold water the second she betrayed his trust and his love ― Jude, unlike her sisters, is the type of hotheaded human that wouldn't listen to reason when in indignation and, if he is, to be frank, Cardan enjoys the look of jealousy on her rounded features; It means she feels something for him, even though she would rather die a horrible death than admit it to the Fae.

❛ Had I not known you better, I would assume that your liberal use of sarcasm that accompanies such a statement is coming from a place of jealousy. ❜ Answers Cardan, his voice low enough to come as a vibrating hum out of his throat. Black hues adorned with gold around the irises dart to the very corner of his eyes, meeting Jude's chocolate-coloured ones ― now burning with a wave of anger powerful enough to ignite his chamber to flames ― through the mirror and offers her a grin, fleeting enough to question whether it actually existed or not.

He's fairly certain that her jealous statement was made so that Cardan is made aware she is upset with him rather than starting an actual conversation and that talking back to her would only further enrage her, but he has never been the one to control what comes out of his mouth, especially when drunk. And, he has had his fair share of drinking in tonight's revel ― enough to feel the familiar tug of dizziness, that is, which is why he chooses to remain sitting before the oak vanity.

❛ And If you're ever so subtly hinting at Nicasia, ❜ He continues as he a cotton pad he has soaked in water to wash away the kohl and eyeshadow and gently taps it across his eyelid. ❛ I'll have to remind you that you commanded me to flirt with her in hopes she opens up about the Undersea's plans to attack the land. And, as you're well aware of, your word is my command. ❜ Another smile is offered, this one lingering a tad longer upon his gold-tainted lips. ❛ For now, that is. ❜

#acourtcfmuses #( acourtcfmuses | jude )#( 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ┊ main )#( 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 ┊ answered )#( arms are still sunburnt and still v itchy so i lost focus quite a lot in this reply :/ forgive me if it's shit :/

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JUDE & JENNY (& ANGEL) — DAY FORTY.

location : boat party, pool and then top deck.

description : jude asks jenny to be gf bf with him

featuring : jenny / @blondcs & angel / @dobits

angel reid

“nuh uh,” he preemptively disregards jenny’s desire for another shot, instead hooking her elbow and dragging her to walk along the pool. “maybe we shouldn’t play who can blackout first tonight.” didn’t work out so well for them on movie night (at least not at first). he’d also like to keep her clear from the dance floor for the time being, though he veils that concern behind his usual puppy dog smile. “tell me about you. what’s the word, baby bird?”

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“nooo…” she whines, a half-assed attempt at reaching back just as she’s toted out of reach of a lemon drop. “that’s not even a real shot.” more sugar than alcohol, so actually angel might be doing future jenny a massive favor there. still, she has nothing but a glass of ice with the tiniest bit of water in her hands and he’s dragging her away from the bar? this is starting to feel like a ploy. “what, am i being messy? i was just trying to give him space so i wasn’t latched onto him all night, but the energy below deck was not it. hey—what are you drinking?”

angel reid

“yeah, i noticed all the space,” angel chuckles dryly. “i’m, like, what the hell. i dunno what you guys are doing.” trying too hard to be whatever they think they’re supposed to be, presumably. both of them chronic over thinkers. “i mean, have you guys been good after… y’know… the thing,” he clears his throat, unsure if she knows that he knows about the fingering exclusivity convo. he smacks his lips, shows his half full beer bottle to her. “corona — you wouldn’t like it.” then, worried she might deign herself out of spite, holds the beer up and away from her. “you really wouldn’t like it. i backwash.”

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“what do you mean?” she stops short so the arm looped through hers wrenches back, then chuckles as she resumes their stroll. “it’s not like i can spend every waking minute with him.” can she? “like, you’re not with callie right now. he needs time with the boys and stuff, right?” duh. where is he now though, if not with angel or josh and miles? “the thing? like, our talk about apparently not being exclusive?” because that’s the alternative. if he doesn’t want to be exclusive, it means he’s just fine if she gets to know santiago and gives him the freedom to revisit things with adela. that’s the last thing she wants to think about. “yeah, we’re good. we’re fine... i dunno, it’s—“ her head tilts side to side trying to streamline her ocean of thoughts into a single coherent sentence. “when i’m with him everything is literally perfect and then it’s like the minute we’re apart i, like…” in the absence of words she just shrugs. “it’s fine.” but now that she’s let a little bit out she can’t quite stop the torrent. “i don’t blame him at all for not wanting to like, completely settle down and close himself off. like, ‘cause who knows who else is gonna come in, you know? or maybe there’s people here he wants to get to know better. i just have to kind of like, change my expectations a little, which, again—totally fine.” she pauses, huffing out a breath like that’s gonna be the end of it but swiftly launches back in.

“he’s just so intense that like, it’s easy to let myself get carried away sometimes, and he feeds into it too like, he was all teasing the other day saying that i love him and all this stuff,” and maybe she does just a little bit. “so it’s just like, a little hard to figure out what’s real and like, what he actually wants. but i’m kind of like, almost proud of myself for asking? about the exclusivity thing. because i got some clarity from it, i guess? but also like, it’s not the answer i was expecting at all and i will literally never be doing anything like that ever again, so… sorry, what was the question?” she reaches for the beer anyway, elbows in full gear to wrangle it away. “c’mon, i love backwash, backwash is my favorite. gimme.”

angel reid

“that’s different.” it seems unnecessary to quantify all the ways in which him and callie are different from jude and jenny, so he’ll just let that sleeping dog lie. he’ll also let her qualification breeze on by ‘cause he’s not sure what boys jude could be spending time with right now if not him. it seems more fruitful to let jenny spiel, only interjecting after her third repeated assurance, “— it sounds fine.” deadpanned, smiling. it really is fine, he wishes she wouldn’t slide that word on like a mask. “for what it’s worth, i really don’t think him not wanting to be exclusive has anything to do with what he wants. like, he’s not trying to get to know anybody else.” as far as angel can tell, jude just wants to make sure jenny’s scratched all of her own itches before she settles down. “no, it’s, like… extremely fucking cool that you told him what you wanted. that takes balls, for real and — he fucked that up, like even i’ll say it. i wish you guys could learn to really trust each other, man. anybody could see you both want it bad.” it’s a hard thing to do though, he’ll admit. ragged groan deflates him. “you sick fuck,” angel complains, holding her back at arms length while he takes a parting sip before handing it off to her. “…you know, you can’t ask him to stop being friends with adela though. like, i know that sucks, but, like, pick your battles, y’know?”

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

her head bobs, nodding her acknowledgment and trying to let the words drill their way home while her brain is soft and mushy from the liquor. angel has no reason to lie on jude’s behalf, but there’s still a bit of healthy skepticism that keeps her from abandoning her reservations entirely—she knows firsthand the way boys protect each other. still, she likes to think angel somehow dodged that affliction. “why would i bring up being exclusive if i didn’t want it?” is that what he’s suggesting? her brows knit together, head shaking away the overwhelm of yet another branch of questions springing from what angel probably assumed would be a nice, soothing answer. not quite. “it’s not that i don’t trust him specifically. i just don’t think i trust like, anyone?” ‘even you cheated,’ she wants to say, but thankfully the tequila hasn’t loosened her tongue that much, though she pushes it when she finally gets a hold of his beer. it lingers near her mouth for a moment, fixing him with a look before she downs a swig. “did he say i said that?” and carefully dabs the corners of her mouth with her thumb, feeling her face heating. “because literally what i said to him verbatim was that i would never ask him to do that.” her eyes don’t leave his for a second, not even to blink. “he said she reminded him of home. what am i? satan? like, i’m not gonna tell him not to talk to her and i’ve never told him that,” she goes to take another sip, but interrupts herself— “although i will say i think it’s really fucking hurtful weird that they waited to pursue some kind of ‘friendship’ until after i physically lunged at her because of all the out of pocket shit she was saying to me. but sure, whatever. i’ll ‘pick my battles.’”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“what battles are we picking?” jude asks, sidling up behind jenny, his hands placed on her shoulders, and massaging away any tension there. "damn. lotta knots, girl. what you stressin' about?" if he had stepped in any sooner, he might not be so content, face dipping down to plant a kiss against her cheek, and her jaw, and then the soft mark on her neck where he knows, beneath half an inch of concealer, there’s a bruise left by his mouth. “i'd pick 1066. battle of hastings. five years of GCSE history and that’s the only fact i remember.” although the only reason he remembers it was because it was on an advert for an insurance company. his brain just seems to buzzing with useless commercials, music videos, and obscure drug-related anecdotes. jude plops down onto the poolside between the two of them, one arm swinging around angel’s neck, the other around jenny’s. “my two favourite people.” siobhan will fucking kill him for that ; he wouldn’t be surprised if she skips out on family day — if him and jenny even make it that far. “you mind if i steal the lovely jennifer for a bit?” jude asks, turning to angel with a flash of his eyes, jerking his head as if to say, fuck off, it’s go time. he already knows the plan, so it shouldn’t be too hard for him to get the message and make himself scarce.

angel reid

it’s a big, british blessing, really. all of jenny’s questions stood looming like a liminal hall of doors, each would surely only open up increasingly crazier trains of thought despite angel genuinely believing that none of the answers to her inquiries would be objectively disappointing. that’s jenny for you. he smiles at jude’s presence, partly with wonder. “shit, i thought we were still, like, trying to discover fire then.” guess it’s never too early to go to war. he smacks a hand against jude’s chest. “take her for two bits. i’m gonna go get a shot,” then he makes a face at jenny like . sucker. then off he goes to find callie by the bar.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

she smiles slightly in spite of herself, tucking into his side, careful not to transfer any foundation onto his shirt. she’s packed it on tonight, rocking the opposite of a natural look but rather something glowy and golden and glam for their chic night on a boat, jude decked out in his matching gold accessories and a cheeky nod to the dirty jerz with his leopard print shirt. god, he’s so hot, even if she is feeling more on edge around him than she should. but his arm is like a weighted blanket around her shoulders that grounds her back in her body, sparing angel another tirade because, as always, the minute jude’s touching her she feels better. her fingers knot through his to steer his hand back up where her neck meets her shoulder, squeezing his hand until his kneading her muscles again. “keep going. i’m so tense,” she sighs, angling her back to him as angel moves to leave, but not before whirling a glare at him. “oh c’mon. are you kidding?” then to jude, “he wouldn’t let me get a drink—god, ‘you’re a fake and a phony and i wish i’d never laid eyes on you!’” her voice takes on the olivia newton-john australian lilt as she quotes a cohen home classic at his back. “evil, evil man,” mumbled through a laugh as she swings her full attention onto jude, a bashful smile on her lips after the rant she’s just gone on. “what’s up, dempsey?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

despite the roll of his eyes, jude has no problem picking up the hints she’s giving him, his hands sliding back up to her shoulders, thumbs digging in against the muscles there and rolling away the tightness. “you’re tense, huh. i know something that could work for that…” though probably not if angel’s here. thankfully, he’s already fucking off to find the missus, leaving the two of them alone by the dim light of the pool, a ripple in the surface throwing a wavy beam of light across jenny's face. “you look mad good tonight," jude admits, basking in the hazy golden glow of her. "and the way that light’s reflecting on you… damn, bro, that’s some tate britain shit right there.” jude hasn’t seen grease enough times to catch her reference, otherwise he’d tell her that men are amoebas on fleas on rats. he leans down to press a kiss against the back of her neck, hands still working against the tension in her shoulders, until she turns to face him, a rare moment of quiet shared between the two of them. “nothing’s up,” he says, breezily, feeling the calmest he’s felt in weeks. “i'm golden, me.” there’s usually some kind of tension playing on his mind, but tonight everything’s streamlined, like leaving the villa’s left all of his usual angst and disquiet behind. “just wanna’ spend time with you. what, do i gotta get a permit for that?” his hands drop to her hips, tugging her into his lap and meeting her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss that seems to start in his lips and flood down his whole body. “c’mon, let’s go check out the upper deck,” he breathes, when he pulls away. “hear the view’s pretty fuckin’ swanky up there.” getting to his feet, jude extends a hand to help jenny to hers, the little bracelet she’d given him catching on her ring as he takes her hand. “oh, shit. i’m all caught up.” he ducks down, attempting to untangle their jewellery (smooth one, jude) as he leads her up towards the top deck.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

it never feels like jude’s complimenting her just to compliment her, even if he is. she knows she can be insatiable where words of affirmation are concerned, but in his lilting accent, dark eyes drinking her in, she can’t imagine his comments are practiced or even considered much before they come out of his mouth. as if independent of her needing to hear it, he needs to say it—looks at her and just has to tell her she belongs in a museum. that’s why it’s so easy to believe the things he says. her whole body warms, beginning at her chest and radiating all the way to the tips of her fingers, the compliment wrapping around her like a hug as she smiles down at her feet. “you’re tate britain shit,” she mumbles, nudging his shoulder with hers. she really doesn’t want him to stop rubbing her back, but at the risk of cumming from that alone, she turns to face him, hands going right for the collar. “i’m obsessed with the fit tonight,” she muses, running her thumbs along the fabric. “no one else here could rock this but you look so fucking good. i almost feel bad that i’m gonna have to steal it later.”

she snorts when he drags her onto his lap, two pieces sliding into place. “not a permit, just a signed permission slip. you have to state your reasons and everything—make a compelling case for why you’re not sick of me yet.” she drapes herself around him, giggling against the lips that press to hers, slow and languid enough to give her pause before leaning into it. everything in the villa is so go, go, go that even the laziest of interactions are hurried along on borrowed time. there’s been a feeling of needing to hit all the milestones quick, take advantage of every possible opportunity in case it’s all ripped away, but jude’s been talking ‘afters’ recently. ‘can you travel with your job? what if you came and stayed with me in manchester after the villa.’ it’s like time itself has gotten bigger to make space for them now, no need to rush, and today he almost looks calm. she dots his nose with a quick peck before docking hers against it, slumping forward when he moves to stand. “i dunno, i’m kinda into the view from down here,” she teases, gaze swooping up from the front of his pants to meet his suggestively before begrudgingly pushing to her feet just in time to get tangle up in him. “aw, babe, look. the universe wants us stuck together,” she teases, looping her pinky finger through his. “c’mon, leave it for now. i’ll fix it when we get up there—i don’t want you breaking’ anything. this ring is real aluminum, you know.” or is it nickel? brass? what’s the jewelry from five below made of? “what’s up here anyway? is it like, a whole ‘nother floor?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“yeah, but i’m like the bag of rubbish that they put on display as an exhibit and then the cleaner threw it out…” jude adds, self-deprecating, “or like, that banana on the wall worth millions that someone ate and then put the skin back…” whereas jenny? she’s a piece of art that actually deserves to be there, not just a gimmick with a hefty price tag. “you’re like… hm. not the mona lisa cos she’s actually a bit of a minger, but like, one of them bare cool aphrodite sculptures or sommat.” his hand falls to the divot of her spine, skin on skin where her backless dress allows, massaging a spot there just above her ass as he draws her in against him. for now at least, he’ll keep it PG; he’s been planning this moment for days, imagining it weeks into the future, and now it’s like an opportunity he can’t refuse has landed itself in his lap and he’d be a court jester juggling his oranges for the noblemen not to take it. fuck it. why not? it’s not like there’s any point in waiting for another golden opportunity to present itself. “you picked out most of it,” jude responds, flicking his finger against the end of her nose. as with most nights, jude’s ‘getting ready process’ is just modelling a series of outfits for whatever girl’s on hand like he’s in a coming of age late noughties movie. still, the thought of her in any of his clothes warms him. he gets a sick little thrill when she sleeps in his hoodie, or he catches her making her smoothies wearing his birkenstocks as oversized slippers. “right. well my compelling case is that nobody could ever get sick of you. it’s some new crazy shit with you every day,” he’s shaking his head, but it’s clear from the crinkles around the corners of his eyes that he says it with tenderness, adding “—and i’m mad into it,” before she can misinterpret his tone, pout her lips, and ask him something like would you still like me if i was a worm.

her finger loops itself around his, and jude swings their caught wrists, a warmth in his gaze when he looks down at her. it’s a view he could get used to — his girl in a nice dress, tucked into his side — the two of them held together by tangled silver like a pagan hand-wrapping ritual. “aluminum,” jude repeats, cheeks pitching up as he imitates the soft inflection of her jersey accent. “we say it aluminum. like… ally minion, kinda.” usually, he’d take the stairs two at a time, but with jenny at his side he slows his pace to a dawdle, arm instinctively bending to slot hers on top of his elbow as a fail safe, something to grab hold of if her heels catch and she topples on the stairs. “i dunno,” jude says, as if he hasn’t already scoped out every part of the boat with angel, the location scout in him vying for a place with the best angles. “less people? less noise? but also, you can see everyone, and i know you love a gossip, so...” reaching the top of the stairs, he drops his arm, tangling their fingers as he pulls her towards the centre of the upper deck, his free hand going to the small of her back as he draws her in against him. “you know any ballroom dancing typa shit?” jude asks, folding their joined hands up at a right angle and shifting his weight in a messy approximation of slow dancing. jenny feels like the kind of girl who might have attended dance competitions as a kid, fake-tanned and hair sprayed within an inch of her life, like aoife at her irish dancing feis, ringlets hard enough that you could crack them. “i’ve only ever slow danced with my nan, and she’s had two hip replacements, so you’re already miles better.”

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“hey,” she scolds suddenly, yanking his hand hard enough for the shockwave to zip up his arm and snap him out of it. “i don’t like when you say shit like that.” her eyes wait for his to look over, impatiently blinking up at him. “‘cause both of those would actually be like, epic bits of performance art that end up in the news and like, in text books and get studied and start like, massively impactful dialogues because of their commentary on… i dunno, society or whatever, but you’re not saying it like that.” two fingers hook into his waistband so their legs can stay slotted while she arches back for a better look at him. “i’m not trynna be a buzzkill. like, i know it’s just a joke but you say stuff like that all the time and you’re not rubbish and you’re not a banana.” it might sound ridiculous, but she’s being completely earnest, each point driven home by a frustrated tug of his pants—an attempt to drill this into his thick skull with something physical that isn’t a smack upside the head, even if she’s tempted. “like… jude.” be serious. her head slants to one side, one brow lifting, lips pressed into a reproachful line as her hands find his, toying with his fingers. “i wish i was better with words so i could explain how ridiculous it is when you say stuff like that.” but she’s not, and the idea of trying to articulate just how highly she thinks of him feels akin to chasing the wind with a net. how can you explain feelings with words? how can she sum up jude when the language that rushes to mind feels cliched and lazy. ‘you’re not garbage, you’re perfect. you’re awesome. you’re amazing.’ that’s what a teacher would write on an a+ paper, not a suitable antidote for the guy she’s falling for. her eyes linger on his a moment longer before she leans in and gently bonks her forehead against his. that’ll have to do. .

“i’m sorry for, like—i can take a joke, you know.” she’s feeling a little embarrassed for the rant. “i’m just gonna have to refute those ones every time. you’re not allowed to be mean to the guy i’m— to my guy.” she huffs out an indignant breath, reluctantly peeling her gaze away to finally notice the change of scenery. holy shit, this fuckin’ boat. “whoa, look at the sky.” there’s only a moment to try to drink it all in, the view of the deck below, the shoreline, the faint smattering of stars even though it’s not completely dark yet before he’s sweeping her back up. her free hand automatically winds around his neck while his creeps around her waist, the other two clasped together like they’re about to dance. it takes a second to realize that’s exactly what’s about to happen. her gaze shoots to his, confused and tentatively excited but braced for a ‘just kidding’ until he starts swaying them back and forth, and even then she can’t quite believe it. she can’t even remember the last time she slow danced. prom, maybe? some distant relative’s wedding? “oh, do i.” she does not. “i’ve seen a lot of dancing with the stars. would you believe we’re actually viennese waltzing right now.” the hand linked to his—seemingly even more entangled than it was before—lifts, a silent instruction for him to twirl beneath the bridge their arms created before coming back together. her cheeks hurt from how hard she’s beaming at him and trying to contain it. “i should’ve known you were a romantic the minute you sang that jenny song to me, even if you didn’t like me then.” although, according to angel… she steps herself in closer, rests her head on his shoulder as she drags the hand she’s holding hostage up, guiding it to splay out across her chest. “can you feel my heart? it’s like, racing.”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“ouch!” jude shouts, taken aback by her yank, although it wasn’t exactly painful. still, he rubs the socket where his shoulder joins his arm, scowling down at her. “what d’you do that for, you muppet?” she barely lets him get a word in, already going on her long spiel about how he’s an impactful piece of performance art or some shit, and he has to bite his tongue from comparing himself to that shit piece of absurdist theatre aoife dragged him along to in soho. he wouldn’t mind being something a bit andy warhol, though. that stuff’s proper cool. “alright, alright, chill out. i’ll fuckin’... calm it with the self-effacing bullshit, just please don’t beat me up.” like she could take him. his mood sallows slightly, recalling the incident with miles. whatever. he’s not important right now. and this isn’t a direct response to the perceived threat of that either, just a culmination of everything he’s been mulling over, cinnamon sticks and all, for the last few days. miles just gave him a kick up the rear end is all.

“shut up. you’re great with words,” jude parries (en garde!) bracing his arm to dip jenny over it, before he draws her back up against his face, nose to nose as they dance. feels almost like that scene in that new edgar wright film with the fit lass who was in the witch, except jenny doesn’t change into a different person every time she crosses the screen, and honestly, he wouldn’t want her to. his eyes have no reason to wander anywhere else when what’s in front of him’s already more than he deserves. “ i wish i was better with words so i could make you see yourself the way i see you. and probs so i could stop putting my fuck-off massive size 11 air max nike’s in it.” he hadn’t exactly handled the question of exclusivity with grace, decorum, or even an arbitrary grasp on language. “you’re from jersey. you’ve got an excuse. but i’m english and i can’t even speak it, for fuck sake.” she knocks her head against his, and it brings a soft smile to his lips, turns his cerebral cortex to candle wax and renders him mushy around his hard edges. “you try’na knock me out? squaring up? you wanna fuckin’ go, mate?” his hands are in her hair, pulling her lips to his to lose himself in her kiss before she can answer, fingers sinking along her spine, beneath the cowl back of her dress, before he remembers that the reason he brought her up here isn’t to get her naked. although he wouldn’t stop her, if she wanted.

“don’t be daft. i know you can take a joke.” obviously she can if she’s going out with him — it feels like jude’s the one who can’t take a joke, rattled by the smallest of aggravations. “your guy?” he repeats, equal parts teasing and turned on, his mouth against the shell of her ear as he says it again. “i’m your guy?” he spins her out before she can answer, draws her back with just as much fervour, a heat in his eye contact when his gaze meets hers, a quiet settling as the two of them sway. she tells him to look at the sky, but he can’t tear his eyes away from her long enough to, murmuring in agreement as he drinks her in, “ yeah, i know, it’s beautiful,” totally aware of how much of a cliché he’s being, the fact that if he saw this in a film he’d call it lazy writing, but with jenny there’s not much his eyes could look at that he’d find more interesting than her. alright, maybe if he saw marcus rashford in foot locker down the trafford centre or some shit, but like, not much else. “viennese waltz? thought that was a biscuit. them ones you get at your dead posh mate’s house.” he’s thinking of viennese whirls.

laughing, he cringes at the memory, serenading a girl who seemed like she wouldn’t even waste a drip of spit if he was on fire. “i did like you then,” jude admits, groaning. “jenny, i wanted you from the moment i met you. you did that sexy little jessica rabbit impression, i was fuckin’ obsessed with you,” even if the way he expressed it was by spending every waking moment telling anyone who’d listen he was absolutely not interested. “and then you got me with the mixed messages saying i should leave you alone and shit. you parred me off first.” he dips himself (all 6’1 of him) under her arm, with some effort, grips her hips to dip her round in a circle before drawing her back up to him, his own pulse so erratic that when she draws his hand against her chest he can’t tell which heartbeat’s hers and which is his. “yeah, mine too. i’m dead nervous, actually, because i, uh…” his free hand’s scratching at the curls at the back of his head, pulling on one to draw his focus back to the present. “i wanted to ask you something.” fuck. “look, i know i'm not good at speeches or saying how i feel or owt. but i really like you, jenny.” he’s scared to use a stronger word. “i know we talked about this the other day, and i’ve been fuckin’ kicking myself ever since. i said i didn’t think you were ready, but honestly i think it was more that i wasn’t ready to get my heart broken by you. but i dont really give a shit about that any more, because that’s life, innit? like when you’re seeing someone chances are you’ll either get married or you’ll break each other’s hearts, so why fight it.” .

the whole time he’s been talking, his wrist’s been fiddling with the clasp of his bracelet, trying to get it off her ring, and it finally comes loose, a little thread of jude’s anxiety untangling itself with it. “but… y’know. we’ve been doing this for a while now. and i trust you, and i love spending time with you, and i think we understand each other pretty well. i wanna keep waking up next to ya. and i’d really like to be able to call you something other than jenny — although it’s a great name. nice one, heather.” he’s a fucking mess of nerves, but when his eyes meet her its like a second wind of confidence. “so what i wanna know is, uh… fuck it.” jude pauses, hands on her hips to steady him as he gets down on his knees — both knees, mind — he doesn’t want her getting any ideas. his hands leave her hips to move to the nape of his neck, unclipping the fiddly clasp of his chain, and sliding it into her hand when he takes it, folds her knuckles over it and kisses them, the little saint christopher hidden inside her palm. “are you gonna be my girlfriend then, or what?”

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

cheryl says you can trick anxiety out of your body by convincing your brain it’s just excitement. easier said than done, though. the overly cheery voice in her head grows shakier by the second the very instant he prefaces his question, swiftly shooting down any delusion that this isn’t just sheer panic. people only do that when they’re about to ask something serious. the hand against her chest becomes an anchor, warm and solid and clasped between white-knuckled fingers as her eyes flick nervously between his. she’s surprised to see he doesn’t look much better off. whatever this is has him all worked up too. “hey,” she offers softly, brows knitting together as she squeezes his hand, not as a way of stealing comfort this time, but of gifting some back, “it’s just me.” that must be enough because once he launches in, it’s impossible to get a word in. or maybe she just can’t quite formulate a sentence, her mouth caught in a small ‘o’ as she tries to absorb everything he’s saying, plus anything he might not be. because there has to be a ‘but.’ there has to be. ‘i really like you, jenny’ …….b-but? she’s holding her breath, muscles locked and braced for the worst while he rattles off confession after confession, each sounding more like something ripped straight from her own inner monologue until she can’t help but lean into the fantasy. .

there’s something poetic in their wrists coming free the moment he tears it all away and she hears that dreaded word. a shaky exhale and a brittle smile, deflating as her eyes pinch shut. this was always gonna be too good to be true. she knew that, but why here? why now, in this perfect place at this perfect moment? it doesn’t make any sense. this is the kind of setup for a proposal or something, not a— one eye squints open as his words to come back into focus, feeling confused when it’s all just more of the same clumsy ramblings that sound a lot like everything she’s wanted to hear. and he doesn’t look apologetic like he’s about to break her heart, but hopeful. emboldened even as his hands go for her hips. “wait—“ not a command for him, but a filler as she tries to get her head on straight. what the fuck is going on? hope swells in her chest, fluttering quick as a hummingbird’s as she watches him sink to the floor, struck by the sight of him on his knees in front of her. “sorry, what’s… i’m so confused. i—“ she lets out a slightly hysterical laugh, her hand lifting up to muffle it. “are you being serious?” the metal feels warm in her palm from sitting against his pulse and she carefully unfolds her hands to look at the necklace she’s become so familiar with, then down at him. “jude. are you being serious?” she demands again, her own knees crashing into the floor in front of him, hands going straight for his face, running over it like she’s checking for a fever. she presses a lightening fast peck against his lips, wild eyes not wanting to miss a second. “this is real?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

god. jenny’s mad fucking cute, especially when the shock of it all hits her with such a force that she laughs, hopefully not at him, though the uncertainty that wells in his stomach doesn’t quite settle until she’s sinking down on her knees before him. “is it too soon?” he asks, an attempt to catch the creases of that laugh and iron them out, needing to know that it’s the situation she finds ridiculous, not him. surely the idea of the two of them trying it, despite the air miles they’d have to cover just for a weekend away, isn’t that ridiculous. if it is, why are they even bothering? “i was gonna wait, but… i don’t want to? never know when your time here’s gonna be cut short, do ya.” or when snakey santiago might strike again, though he feels pretty confident he’s put in enough groundwork that should her focus start to falter he could catch her chin, ease it slowly back to him, before her head had the chance to fully turn. “you what? obviously it’s real, you div.” her lips are on his, not long enough to give him his answer, but long enough to ease his anxiety slightly. he can feel his pulse in his fucking fingertips where their hands meet, hopes to hell his palms aren’t clammy like she’s holding soggy fish fingers. in the back of his head his brain’s already off on a tangent, palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti body working overtime when he draws her closer to keep him rooted in this moment and not miss a second lost in the clutter of his thoughts. “alright jen, you’re freaking me out now. are you gonna say yes, or shall i grab my fucking arm bands and walk the plank?”

��𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“it’s obviously not too soon. did i not try asking you like, a few days ago?” and spent the next few kicking herself over it. she’d let herself operate on emotion alone, forgetting that once things are out there, they can’t be taken back. not that she wanted to take it back, but she expected her big, bold, take-the-reigns moment to be received with a little more enthusiasm otherwise she would’ve kept her fat mouth shut. naturally, she’d been mortified that she’d read him so wrong, confronted for the first time with this idea that maybe they weren’t as in sync as she’d thought. now she’s exhaling a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding until jude’s fingers first started massaging the tension from her body, stress built up from the weight of everything she wasn’t saying. “obviously yes,” she breathes with a shaky laugh as her arms slip around him, dragging herself in closer until she can bury herself in his neck. she kind of thinks she might cry for all his tenderness. “you’re… you’re sure about this?” the question is barely above a whisper and gets muffled against his skin where she presses a gentle kiss to his thundering pulse. one final out should he want to take it because she can’t freaking help it—sorry cheryl.

“you’re— you don’t feel pressured, do you? this is what you want too?” she peels back to look at him, eyes embarrassingly misty. “you and me? —sorry, i don’t know why i’m getting all emo. i guess, like… i didn’t really think i would find anyone in here, meanwhile you’re legit made for me, like… it’s all just kind of surreal, isn’t it?” she toys with the necklace in her hands. “like, so much had to line up for us to end up here, so many conditions had to just work out perfectly. we probably never would’ve met if it wasn’t for all this, and now i can’t even imagine spending a day without you and like, i just wanna hang out with you all the time and i know how you take your tea and i can’t wait to meet siobhan and aoife and introduce you to heather, like... isn’t it crazy?”

#jude & jenny.#jude & jenny 019.#⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads.

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P. 2 “He will be the destruction of the crown and the ruination of the throne.” Oh boy here we go

P. 3-4 “[Lady Asha] couldn’t attend balls with an infant in tow, so she found a cat whose kittens were stillborn to act as his wet nurse.” I’m gonna cry. Cardan you deserved so much better

P. 9 How am I supposed to figure out how to give him the right stuff when all I know is my own messed-up childhood? Oh thank goodness we’re actually acknowledging this

P. 33 Nope, not me, not messed up at all. Jude please go to therapy

P. 37 “Locke is dead,” she blurts out. HELL YEAH

P. 38 “He’s dead because I killed him.” DOUBLE HELL YEAH

P. 47 “I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,” Cardan returns. OOH TEA

P. 51 Oh, Taryn

P. 64 “Jude never loved Locke…she loved someone else. He’s the one she’d want dead” and Cardan assumes that he is the one Jude wants dead. I can’t.

P. 66 “If I am undressed, he will know me.” This made me blush like a schoolgirl, not gonna lie. That’s both sexy and kinda soft.

P. 67 Him asking why she didn’t reply to his letters! 🥺

P. 76 “we got in easily enough, but the brugh outlet closed around us. Doorways cracked and shrank. Vines and roots and leaves obstructed our way, closed like vises around our necks, crushed and strangled us “ … I can’t believe it of Cardan, whom I left in his chambers, as though he was the one in need of protecting. Cardan is a certified badass

P. 97 “I honed my instincts in battle,” he says. “Sometimes those instincts are still there even when there is no more war.” Madoc, another beacon of self-awareness

P. 104 why am I immediately sympathetic to any character suffering. This is gonna get me in trouble someday

P. 105 “I offered him my protection. And my name.” GHOST YOU IDIOT! NUMBER ONE RULE OF THE FAE IS DON’T GIVE THEM YOUR NAME!!!

P. 105 “Until he ordered that I take you to the Tower of Forgetting and let the Undersea abduct you, I believed he meant mischief, never danger.” And now I’m sympathizing

P. 113 I shudder, imagining the loneliness of that life, the anger. That desire for love. We stan a perceptive woman

P. 113 “By all accounts, Prince Cardan was a disappointment from the beginning.” DON'T TALK ABOUT MY BOY THAT WAY! THAT’S IT, CARDAN, I’M YOUR MOTHER NOW

P. 120 I think of Madoc’s believing that Cardan desires to be loved. YES HE DOES WANT THAT

P. 120 But I am not so easily taken in now. If he’s here, it’s to his own purpose. JUDE HE’S HERE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLIND

P. 125 Cardan protecting her from the poison darts!!

P. 128 “Maybe it’s time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen.” WHOO! LET’S GO!

P. 136 Baphen’s words about the High King come to me: When his blood falls, things grow. Ohhh things just got interesting. Now Jude has magic

P. 143 “well I am a mortal. And a girl, sir. We bleed every month, just like moon swells.” *spits tea*

P. 147 “Do not touch her.” I am not immune to the “Don’t touch her” trope

P. 147 “She is my wife,” Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.” GET THE CONFETTI EVERYONE, THEY’RE BACK TOGETHER

P. 152 stealing your bf’s ridiculous puffy shirts is true romance

P. 154 Cardan is extravagant enough for the both of us. A dramatic king. I love him

P. 155 “Yeah, and the next thing we know, the High King is on our doorstep looking ready to tear down the whole apartment complex to find you.” Awww 🥺

P. 160 “I thought you’d admire me a little for it, that I could trick you.” Someone please validate this boy

P. 160 “Pardoned by the crown. Meaning by the King of Faerie. Or its Queen. You could have returned anytime you wanted.” Oh baby

P. 160 Oh. Oh. YES I LOVE THIS MOMENT

P. 161 He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. I’m gonna cry

P. 161 “And I am scared of you now.” Jude, honey, are you… scared of being loved?

P. 162 “I never thought of the things I could do… as talents, no less ones that might be valuable.” Example number 1326489 why Cardan deserved better

P. 162-163 “I never minded being a minor villain, but it’s possible I might have grown into something else, a High King as monstrous as Dain. And if I did—if I fulfilled that prophecy—I ought to be stopped. And I believed that you would stop me.” Okay that’s entirely too sad

P. 166 “This is my room,” he points out, affronted. “And that’s my wife.” Cardan really said

P. 171 “Cardan was not an easy child to love, and he’s only grown worse with time. He would scream to be held, and then once picked up he would bite and king his way out of my arms. He would find a game and obsess over ur until it was conquered, then burn all the pieces.” Asha you are a horrible mother and I have nothing but contempt for you. That sounds like an anxious-avoidant attachment style, THAT YOU CAUSED BY IGNORING HIS NEEDS! Letting your child be raised by a cat. Meet me behind the Denny’s, Asha

P. 172 “and next time, I will expect your curtsy.” Ooh mic drop. Tell her, Jude.

P. 183 Cardan…draws a wicked-looking knife from inside his doublet, surprising me. That’s got to be the Roach’s influence. Babygirl that’s all you

P. 185 “Unlike Locke, I never thought Love was a game,” [Cardan] says. “You may accuse me of much, but not that.” Awww Cardan you deserve the world

P. 186 Cardan manages to persuade my sister to tell him a little bit about the mortal world. He sounds delighted at her description of slushy machines, with their violently bright colors and sugary strangeness. I need 50k of Cardan experiencing the mortal world pls

P. 186 again with the shirt stealing

P. 191 get his ass Cardan

P. 195 “come, let us charm and confound our subjects.” I love him so much

P. 199 “But to traitors and oath breakers, I offer my queen’s hospitality instead. The hospitality of knives.” Another banger from Ms. Black, everyone

P. 200 “You were very formidable tonight, my queen.” Dear goodness me that’s attractive

P. 200 “It cannot be anything other than the truth,” he says. “Or it never could have left my tongue.” This is one of the things I love so much about this fae romance.

P. 200 “You looked like a knight in a story tonight,” he says. I love him, also I’m pretty sure that if a man told me this it would be marriage at dawn

P. 201 him immediately stopping when he thinks she’s not into it. He may be a ruthless fae king but he respects Jude

P. 203 “Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips…By you, I am forever undone.” And that’s it, I’ve died, bury me

P. 203 “We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.” Okay but wow. Relatable trauma feel

P. 204 “My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.” This man is putting my standards way too high

P. 204 I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off their armor? One piece at a time. BRB I’m gonna go sob

P. 209 “It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” Alexa play Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

P. 210 You love him, too, I think. You’ve loved him since before you were a prisoner of the Undersea. You loved him when you agreed to marry him. Finally some self-awareness!

P. 210 Once this is over, I will find the bravery to tell him. Girl. No. Tell him now. That reasoning gets people killed!

P. 214 Being rejected by his family, how could becoming High King not feel like finally belonging? Like finally being embraced? There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man. Cardan baby I love you but no don’t do it

P. 215 NO! Cardan I love you but don’t

P. 216 “Vows should never be to a crown. They should be to a ruler. And they should be off your own free will. I am your king, and beside me stands my queen. But it is your choice whether or not to forge us. Your will shall be your own.” Okay but like, an actually wise king

P. 216 And with his bare hands, he cracks the Blood Crown in two. Oh no.

P. 217 aaand Cardan’s a giant snake now. Great

P. 219 so basically anything the serpent touches will wither?

P. 219 Oak looks up at me, his eyes wet with tears. His hands tremble on the sword, clutching it far too hard.

“You were very brave,” I tell him. “You just have to be brave a little longer.” Okay but I love that they established how much Jude loves her little brother

P. 223 There has to be a way to break the curse—a way Cardan can survive. Girl I hope so too

P. 226 Only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise. Oh no oh no

P. 231 “we are thought to be very wise.” “Are you?” SASS

P. 242-243 “We have a magical bridle in our possession… it will fit itself to the creature being restrained…the straps will slowly sink into his skin, and Cardan will be forever yours.” Geez Louise! Well, there’s the signature fae cruelty, I guess

P. 243 oh absolutely not! Y’all are NOT marrying little Oak to the Court of Teeth! Not when they keep their own daughter on a leash!

P. 250 “It’s not easy to help a queen,” Taryn says. “They’re not supposed to need helping.” Ooh

P. 251 So Taryn’s keeping the baby. Cool. To me, Taryn and Jude represent two different sides of the feminine. Jude is the femme fatale, and Taryn is the more stereotypically feminine. She can be annoying, but she has her strengths too. Also she murdered her abusive husband so…

P. 253 Vivi brought Cardan a snow globe with a cat inside? Their friendship is so cute

P. 257 YES!! Confession! The Bomb and Roach are such a fascinating couple, I would love a spin-off about them

P. 266 I pull out of [Madoc’s] grip, taking three strands of his hair with me. That’s gonna be plot relevant later

P. 268 “I know you won’t believe this, but Cardan and I were friends before.” Idk why but this made me sad

P. 268 “[The human servants] would go missing sometimes, and there were rumors that Cardan hurt them, but it wasn’t true. He’d return them to the mortal world.” He’s got a good heart in spite of being raised to be cruel

P. 268 “He sent you a gown. For the coronation.” That’s it, I’m deceased

Okay, big battle, blah blah blah, Jude looks great in her armor, she chops the head off the giant snake.

P. 282 Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I’m not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

P. 284 “Do you like it?” he asks me, which seems a bit like asking if someone enjoys the crown of stars they conjured from the sky. Awwwww

P. 287 The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you’re left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. Again with the relatable trauma feels

P. 290 “I only know how to be cruel or to laugh when I am discomposed,” he says. Oh baby

P. 291 “I love you,” I say, the words coming out in an unintelligible rush. Cardan looks taken aback… “You need not say it out of pity,” he says finally, with great deliberateness. “Or because I was under a curse. I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie to me now.” I’m going to sob. SomEONE PLEASE LOVE HIM

P. 291 “I have not made myself easy to love,” he says, and I hear the echo of his mother’s words in his. Cardan baby no. You have so much love in your heart, you’ve just been told that no one wants your love for too long

P. 292 “I knew little else, but I always knew you.” AAAAAAA

P. 302 “you know that [Madoc]’s going to be so bored that he’s going to try to micromanage your life,” Taryn says. “Or plan your invasion of a neighboring apartment building.” HAH

P. 305 Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his [paper] crown so it’s at an angle. Aww

P. 305 And Cardan looks a little shy in the face of all this happiness, as unused to it as I am. I love him, I love them both

General thoughts:

Kudos for honest depictions of trauma all around.

Cardan is officially a member of the “Red’s blorbos” group

I have got to read more by this author. Holly Black is fantastic

#the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #bookblr #red’s reading list

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Pairing: Sister Jude x Kit Walker

Warnings: None

Words: 990

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From nightclub singer to nun to administrator of Briarcliff Manor, Judy Martin had lived many lives. But much of it was a pipe dream, and her memory seemed to evaporate into thin air as the days and weeks went by.

Sitting in an armchair facing one of the windows of Kit's house, Jude seemed lost in thought. Her arms were resting on the armrests of the chair and her hands were dangling from their ends. Her eyes, once filled with mischief, seemed tired and fading. When she was still a singer, Jude's hair used to float in the air, following the movements of her body and lighting up under the neon lights of the nightclubs she performed in. But today, everything was dull. She was a shadow of her former self, and despite Kit's best efforts to keep her alive, only Shachath, the Angel of Death, would really be able to free her.

Outside, in the grass scorched by the sweltering summer sun, Thomas and Julia were desperately searching for flowers to create a bouquet. Bending down to the ground, they took turns waving to Jude, who seemed to be watching them from the window. The old woman closed her eyes for what seemed like an instant, and the frightening image of Leigh Emerson's face next to hers made her jaw clench and her hands tremble. For some time now, images of her past at Briarcliff had been coming back to haunt her, silently. Every time her eyes closed, every time she found herself plunged into darkness, Dr. Arden, Sister Mary Eunice, or Lana Winters would come after her in one way or another. The feel of a hand on her shoulder made her jump out of her chair. Kit was leaning over her, his facial expression betrayed some form of concern for her.

"Jude, it's late" Slowly coming to her senses, she realized that Julia and Thomas were no longer outside. That the yellowing grass was now covered with a dark, bluish veil, that the sky was dotted with luminous spots and that the moon was now watching as it did every night.

Lying down in bed with Kit's help, Jude found herself convinced that something was out of the ordinary. Yet she couldn't figure out what. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, she let the young man cover her with a blanket. He wished her a good night and was about to leave the room when he felt Jude's hand weakly hold him back.

"I'd like to confess" Jude's weak voice broke the silence and Kit's first reaction was to tell her that it was late and that he would get a priest first thing in the morning.

"I don't think I can wait until then." Without really understanding why, Kit's heart clenched in his chest as those words came out of Jude's mouth. They had faced so much since her release from Briarcliff that he could not afford to imagine his life without Jude's presence. So, understanding the importance of her request, Kit settled into the seat adjacent to the old woman's bed, as close as he could get.

"I desired more than anything to make Briarcliff a reputable place, even if the people who occupied it did not make it easy for me. It changed me, as it changed you." Jude's voice was calm. Her gaze never left the ceiling, as if she couldn't stand to look Kit in the eye. "I was under the impression that you didn't understand my point of view, that God only expected one thing from me, that I would lead you on the right path. And today, today I realize that my method was not the right one. My responsibility was to protect you, from yourselves and from the outside world. You should have found in me a guide, a protector, not an uncaring executioner." If Kit didn't know Jude so well, he could have sworn her voice was beginning to tremble. He was paying extreme attention to her words, as if they were her last.

"You will probably think that these are just words in the wind, the words of an old woman on the verge of death who only wants to free herself from a weight that haunts her. And maybe it is. But maybe knowing how much it hurts me today will make you appreciate the life you lead more." Jude's voice actually trembled, and her eyes seemed to fill with tears, though they did not slide down her cheeks. Kit placed his hand on her and their eyes finally met. Jude was no longer the stern nun he had known. Her face was marked by the weight of years, the weight of guilt and all the ghosts of her past. The young man would have liked to tell her that he was not angry with her, that he had never really been angry with her and especially not after having brought her home, but she did not give him the opportunity.

"I wanted to apologize to you for what happened. I wish I had met you before, way before, when my life still had some semblance of meaning." Trembling, Jude grabbed Kit's hand and brought it to her mouth to place a kiss on it before resting her head on the pillow and closing her eyes as if nothing had just happened. The young man stayed by her side for a moment, unable to make any movement, his eyes riveted on Jude's face, which finally seemed almost peaceful.

That night, Judy Martin welcomed the Angel of Death with gratitude, like an old friend. Her heart, which many thoughts were made of stone, was finally soothed and lightened by her confessions. From nightclub singer to nun to administrator of Briarcliff Manor, Judy Martin had lived many lives and they had all come to an end tonight.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs asylum #american horror story asylum #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #american horror story imagine #american horror story imagines #kit walker #sister jude #judy martin #kit walker x sister jude #evan peters #jessica lange

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trentsgirl · 10 months

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⟡ summary: during your absence, jude finds other girls to keep himself entertained.

⟡ content: a little angst, but fluff at the end:))

⟡ request: here:))

⟡ masterlist.

exhaustion and frustration overwhelmed you, causing you to groan and fling your head back, sinking into the seat. the mounting pressure to finish your thesis before midnight made it difficult to concentrate, and you were nowhere near halfway done.

your thoughts were consumed by the disappointment of having to cut your vacation with jude short due to school obligations.

the anticipation of spending quality time together in greece had been building for months, making the reality of having to leave him behind for an unexpected exam and essay all the more crushing. the look on his face when you broke the news broke your heart.

everything within you yearned to abandon everything and return to greece. however, you knew deep down that you couldn’t. besides, that's not something jude would want you to do.

your phone lit up as you received a text message from one of your closest friends. promptly, you opened it and discovered she had sent you a link to a tweet.

without thinking much of it, you pressed on the link, but as your eyes scanned the contents, they widened with anger and frustration. rage flowed through your veins furiously.

a couple of photos showed jude strolling down the shore with a group of women surrounding him. you couldn’t identify any of them, which made you suspicious.

it was hard to believe that he was casually spending time with women he hardly knew while you were away.

you weren’t the type of girlfriend to be envious of girls talking to jude. you were well aware of his popularity, and it was natural for others to seek his attention.

however, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy as these girls seemed to be getting too close for your liking. you didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it was difficult to ignore the nagging feeling inside you.

obviously, jude wasn't as concerned about your absence as you had assumed he would be, which only upset you further. feeling offended and disappointed, you made the decision to turn off your phone and force yourself to focus on the task at hand.

several hours elapsed, and jude chose to check up on you, messaging you a few times.

(jude) : hey babe

(jude) : how are your studies going ?

(jude) : did you finish ur essay ?

(jude) : hello?

(jude) : i can see you’re reading my messages

(jude) : babe? did i do something?

(jude) : please answer me

(jude) : (y/n) please

you remained steadfast in your decision to withhold any response to jude’s text messages, cognizant of the immaturity inherent in resorting to the silent treatment.

however, despite your awareness of this fact, the intensity of your emotions hindered you from readily relinquishing your feelings of distress.

he fell silent after the last message, the silence was taking a toll on you, and the absence of messages from him was becoming unbearable.

you contemplated grabbing your phone, texting him, and pretending you hadn’t seen the pictures from earlier. if only resolving the situation were that simple, you sighed in frustration.

then when you received an incoming call from jude, a heaviness settled in your chest. after a few rings, you finally picked up the call, swallowing uneasily.

you couldn’t help but wonder why you were the one feeling worried. he was the one who was supposed to feel anxious, not you.

“babe?” his soothing voice relaxes your stiff shoulders. you remain silent, your lips sealed with timidity. “are you there?” he inquires. your mouth stays sealed for a few seconds, but your desire to speak up overcomes you.

“yeah, m’here,” you faintly respond.

on the other line, you could hear jude sigh, and it sounded like a sigh of relief. “have i done something to upset you?” he asks, his trembling voice breaking your heart a little bit.

“i’m mad at you,” you blurt out, your tone attempting to conceal your hurt.

“what?” he asks gently. “what did i do?” he questions louder this time, but keeps the warmth in his tone.

suddenly, expressing why you were so upset with him seemed foolish and unjustified. what if the girls were simply admirers, wanting to talk to him? after all, anyone would desire to capture his interest.

“(y/n?)” he asks, breaking you out of your daze. “talk to me.”

“i saw pictures of you today...” you begin, your voice trembling. “you were with girls that seemed very close to you, and it just...” you struggle to find the right words, tears welling up in your eyes.

your emotions are all over the place. you feel saddened by the situation, but at the same time, you can’t help but feel silly about it all.

“baby, they were just fans, i promise. they just wanted pictures, that’s all,” jude responded, his voice pleading for your understanding. “i’m sorry that made you uncomfortable,” he says as you remain silent. “i don’t want you to think i wanted them all over me, but there were too many people and cameras for me to simply tell them to stop. i’m really sorry.”

still, you remain silent, increasing jude’s anxiety. you could tell he was telling the truth; his voice conveyed everything.

however, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything, feeling ashamed for making such assumptions. “baby, please say something,” he implores.

“i’m sorry,” you say finally, sighing. “i shouldn’t have made such assumptions without speaking to you first.”

“no, no, your response is absolutely fair. i’m an idiot for not saying anything to those girls,” he admits.

“you are an idiot,” you say with a sly grin. “and an asshole,”

“yeah, i won’t deny that i am,” jude chuckles.

he hears your laugh, and his heart warms at the sound.

“but hey, seriously, i’m not going to do it again. like ever,” he assures you. “i can tell how uncomfortable it made you, and the last thing i want to do is make you feel that way. i love you,” a genuine smile spreads across your face for the first time in days.

“i love you too,” you say, grinning. “but that doesn't mean i’ve forgiven you completely!”

he laughs, “that’s fair.”

#trentsgirl—work! 🪐⋆｡°✩#fanfic rec🦢#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #football #football fanfic #football fluff #fluff #england football

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fully persuaded

persuade definition: to convince by argument, or by reasons offered or suggested from reflection, etc.; to cause to believe.

for two thousand years now, God has been in the persuading business. He says, "come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." matt 11:38 He wants to give us that rest He wanted to bring those rescued from egypt. even now He is seeking to rescue all those who are still enslaved in egypt, i.e. in the world, and He still longs to bring us into His rest.

although there were certainly many who received His message and believed, it only took the twelve He received into His inner council to turn the world upside down; to split the way we now keep time in half. but those twelve were fully committed and fully persuaded. persuaded to the point they all died a martyrs death; all but one and that wasn't for lack of trying. they were willing to give their all because they were confident of a better inheritance.

"for this reason i also suffer these things; nevertheless i am not ashamed, for i know whom i have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what i have committed to Him until that day." 2 tim 1:12 that's one of the first scriptures that i ever memorized. even today, it remains one of my favorites.

i can't say that i have ever had to endure anything close to what others have. should one day i face the trial of either denying His name or suffering death, it is grace i would have to depend upon to see me through whatever. i always find comfort in the teaching of corrie ten boom, a survivor of the holocaust. our father never gives us the ticket until it's time to get on the train. He will give us all grace and strength when we need it most. of that i am persuaded.

i have been persuaded of many things and grow surer of them everyday. as a new believer i was once hesitant to pray for anyone. not that i was ashamed but more bashful because i felt so ill equipped. indeed, as knowledge grows it brings assurance with it. we are not to remain babes forever. that would mean stunted growth. God starts out with the pure milk of the word but as we grow our hunger desires meat to nourish us and our God has an abundant supply of that. His wonders are unsearchable.

i remember one time when a small group of us had a prayer meeting at our church. after awhile we all broke up into individual groupings to seek the Lord. as we reconvened together i shared what i felt the Lord was wanting us to do. i would pray for one person, then that person would pray for the next while the rest stood in agreement, and so on until all had received prayer and all had given prayer. it was a beautiful moment and perhaps built someone's confidence in praying for others.

God has allowed us the great mission of being in the persuading business as well. the word says we are ambassadors for Christ. an ambassador speak forth the agenda of his country. we must boldly speak forth the doctrines of our God.

our God is holy and we must comply to His standards and not the other way around. it's not like to world believes; giving everyone a trophy so none will be offended. we must "strive to enter through the narrow gate, for many, I say to you, will seek to enter and will not be able." luke 13:24

the persecuted church has learned the cost of keeping to His standards while the western church has grown fat and lazy, making allowances for the sin we comfort in. "these are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. they are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots." jude 1:12

persuasion, commitment doesn't come without a cost. but what value can one put upon what we have been guaranteed in Christ Jesus? "for i am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." rom 8:38-39

are you fully persuaded? if not, study the word and let it persuade you. it's truth has been confirmed over and over. if you are persuaded, seek to persuade someone else as well. God grant us all grace for each day to walk in His truths, fully persuaded. maranatha!

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hello babes!!! I thought I would pop on here and give a little update about my posting status as it has shifted a bit since my announcement a few months ago. the break has been so good for me in my personal life, and it was definitely the right decision. I do feel like I'm in a place where I can start using this blog again occasionally, but moving forward it will be a much lower priority than it used to be so I won't be posting art/reblogging as much as I did before. thank you everyone for being so understanding and encouraging!!

some people seemed to appreciate hearing about my faith in my announcement post so here is more of my experience in how God has worked in my life in the last few months if anyone is interested! love u all <33

I was reading in the book of Jude yesterday, and I was really struck by the three adjectives Jude addresses his readers by in verse 1. He writes, "To those who are called, beloved in God the Father and kept for Jesus Christ." Those words (called, beloved, and kept) are a really good summary of the way that God has treated me in these last few months.

I don't think I've ever felt God's calling on my life as strongly as I have in the last year. I never used to understand, when I was younger, what people meant when they said that God spoke to them. It always seemed too confusing to me--how can you know it's really God, and not just your own thoughts? How could you ever really be sure enough to act? It wasn't something I was able to comprehend until I experienced it.

When I look at my life now, it is impossible to understand what has happened outside of knowing that God has had His hand on it. I've felt Him impress on my heart His desires for me to do specific things--difficult things, things I didn't have the strength to do on my own. He's given me the faith to act on His promptings, and it's hard to even explain the freedom I've experienced in that. I used to be so filled with doubt about whether I'd ever actually have the kind of faith I saw in the people around me. I know now--that faith has always been available to me, I just wasn't always willing to put God first. I'm not free of doubt these days (I don't think I'll ever be), but I have just been filled with so much more faith that it's easier now to trust God will take care of me when He asks me to follow Him.

God has also been teaching me a lot about what it means to love and to be loved by Him. The word "beloved" is so powerful to me, because it is defining. It's an identifier, and a command: be loved. Live as someone who is loved by the God of it all. Beloved allows me to shed insecurities and to live outwardly, instead of focusing on myself. I don't have to worry anymore about building myself up or finding worth in what I can do. I am God's work in progress, not my own, and He is working. And the work is love.

The last word, kept, is the one that's been most important to me lately. When I look back on my life, and especially this last year, I am overcome with the understanding that God has protected me and kept me close to Him throughout it all. He has never stopped calling me, He's never stopped loving me, and He's never stopped keeping me. God has not saved me from death and left me to sort through the rest on my own; He is walking with me, calling me farther and keeping me close. I am so grateful for that.

thank you for letting me share a bit! I hope this might have been encouraging to you. my faith is the realest thing I have to offer so it's nice to be more transparent about it. if anyone wants to chat about any of this feel free to dm me! so much love to you!! <33

#she's back!!....ish #she will at least be sharing her opinions and feelings on cartoons a bit more often now sdjnksjdf #I hope everyone's been doing well I have been doing well!!!!#I know adrien hasn't been doing well.#but other than him #also I feel kinda silly making almost the same post that hamsternamedmarinette made like 1 day ago #we are really on the same wavelength with this huh #anyway hello. ksdfnjk #anna rambles #faith

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So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

#Q/A #good god how do you add read more on a QA #my blood AU #Danny Phantom #danny phantom au #god this is long #hachi text

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