#maybe one day i’ll see him and jude together again

[threelionsgirl]

I was foolish thinking that with jadon in manchester he would have more opportunities in the england squad 🤡🤡

#maybe one day i’ll see him and jude together again #jadon sancho #manchester united #england nt

[dontexpectmuch]

Touches and different meanings of those with Jude Victor William Bellingham

perhaps it’s the warmth of the flat, or maybe it’s just the current time of the day, however jude couldn’t help himself but feel tired and clingy. he hasn’t seen you in so long - about two hours - and he just needs to feel your body against his. that’s why he touches your wrist, closing his hand around it as he brings it near his lips. feather like kisses dance on your skin as you finish your last business call, putting the phone away afterwards to give your lover all the attention that he needed.

“i’ll eat you alive, you won’t stand a chance.” jude smirked, eyes focused on the game in front of him. it took him quite some time to convince you to play with him, and though he finally did it, he wasn’t going easy on you. “wow, so much love and adoration in one place. your spoiling me.” you reply, not really focusing on the game but rather on him. judes hand moves to the back of your head, playing with your hair lightly as he plans his next move to the smallest detail.

“you’re getting better!” your praise fills judes chest with pride, his hands holding the steering wheel more loosely than before. “yeah, good enough to do this?” he places his hand on your thigh, far up than appropriate in public. that didn’t matter, though. it’s just the two of you in an empty parking space. you could do even much more if you wanted, but “you’re not there, yet, love.” you wink, placing his hand back onto the wheel, your own hand now on his thigh.

jude was holding your pinky finger with his, a subtle way to support you during your online meeting today. he knew how nervous you were, stressing the importance of this meeting over and over again, something about getting the promotion you wanted. and even if your face was turned forward, he could feel the gratitude radiating from your eyes. your pinky finger was a bit cold, but it didn’t stop him from enclosing it with his own, reminding you that you two were in this together.

“you look so good, babe.” his voice appeared from behind you, you feel his arms circle around your waist, head now resting on your shoulder. “thanks, i guess?” jude never made you feel less sexy, no matter how you looked. wearing sweatpants and a really loose shirt? hair messy and face puffy? he doesn’t care, he will carry to bed and make it even messier. you feel judes hand move up your body, his right hand now on the side of your throat as he steps next to you to watch you do your work on the counter. “wanna continue later? the bed’s cold.” he begins, voice low and hushed. he stubs your face with his nose, the hand on your throat squeezing it slightly. you could also feel his thumb move in circles. “this isn’t that important anyway.” was all you said, face burning as you see jude smirking down at you.

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DANZA KUDUROOOOOOOOO

#jude bellingham #football one shot #football x reader #x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #football #jude bellingham fluff

[anadiasmount]

imagine having an argument with jude and giving him attitude all day but he’s just so patient and so during your night routine while doing skin care or smth he’s all “darling im so sorry…” blah blah blah but then lectures you in a loving way to not ignore him and instead talk your feelings out 💋

okay but why would this be me?? i will hold onto that grudge until i feel time is right 😔🤞🏻this is slightly longer, and not proofread!! but like always hope you enjoy😘

your hands are interlocked together. well… kinda. his is fully locked with yours, fingers wrapped on your knuckles as your hand is just in place and fingers spread out. he’d been begging for your attention. a small smile, tiny meep, or even a small nudge from you. but you refused to even look at him. saving whatever you had to say in you to further cause tension in the car.

“y/n?”

“don’t talk to me. you might even forget what i’ll say the second i’m done speaking…”

“i want to talk it out! i wanna communicate that with you!”

“yet you didn’t care when i did… i don’t care jude!”

you forgot what you were even arguing about. it was just now you being petty and paying back like all those times he had done to you. clearly it was affecting him as he started to send you text messages to get a reaction. once again he was met with nothing. jude frowning and looking away like you were.

he knew if he removed his hand from yours he maybe would’ve gotten something at of you, but he knew how close and attached you were so jude retreated the idea, not wanting to face an even more upset and angry y/n. if there was jude one thing hated was seeing you mad, sad, upset, anything, because of him. knowing he was the reason he hated it.

of course jude hadn’t forgot what you were arguing about. you had insisted and told him repeatedly about the brunch date you had in morning with some other friends, to take out the trash out before the next day so it wouldn’t pile up, and to simply put away the clothes he had laying around.

jude knew it was to forget about the planned brunch date, but the other stuff he found slightly immature, even though he wouldn’t ever admit that to you. it obviously wasn’t okay to you, and the tone of voice he also spoke didn’t sit right with him. he was under a lot of pressure but if he had done what he was asked at first he wouldn’t be in the position.

jude got out quickly, opening the door for you as you stepped out and walked into the house. jude was about to pay the driver when he told him you had done so already. jude thanked him, rolling his eyes once he saw the front door open and you taking your boots off and heading upstairs.

“y/n? can we talk now?” he asked sighing and covering his face with his hand. “i don’t know? are you going to remember what i’ll have to say? or is it gonna be forgotten like our plans from today? the chores i laid for you? hmm, i vote yes! so no. i don’t want to talk to you,” you say sarcastic, crossing your arms and walked off, ignoring the plead from jude.

jude huffed in his place, becoming frustrated with your attitude and side remarks. it was clear you weren’t going to let it go. so now he was faced with also ignoring you cause he was mad or let you have you’d raided space and talk it out later.

jude being the inpatient and clingy boyfriend he was, gave it an hour before going into the living room where you scrolled on your phone. he couldn’t but you did, so you got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing a snack and sitting in the island. jude of course threw his hands in the air frustrated. you had to hold back the laugh paying attention to the get ready with me video on your phone.

later on when you went upstairs he followed up a few minutes after, seeing you snuggled up in your soft blanket reading a book with your glasses on. he approached you, but you then got up and walked off again on him, going downstairs and laid on the couch. jude clenched his jaw and laughed loudly. he had enough, all he wanted was to apologize and make it up to you.

he watched from afar, as your eyes kept shutting and opened again, many time before yawning and walking up the stairs again. jude had taken you silent treatment and showered, got ready for bed. not because he want to pay you back, but to finally talk with you. one thing you both agreed on was never going to sleep when either one was upset.

you had heard jude come up after setting the alarm system and ensuring everything was cleaned, locked, and lights turned off. you placed your book back on the shelf, your hair going into a messy updo as jude came to the door, bring to waters and your cup of tea. your heart warmed up, feeling bad for ignoring him the entire night when it was the only night together.

in all honesty you felt like he deserved it. it got to the point where he was clearly forgetting about you and what you said around him, feeling like a presence rather than his actual girlfriend. you didn’t want to seem like a bother but he was making you feel like one, and you hated it more than anything.

jude sat on the bathroom countertop, biting his nails as he watched you change out from your day clothes into your pjs. part of him felt like he won when you grabbed his shirt and put it on, the quickly remembered you were still mad at him. you looked down the entire time, a sad flint in your eyes as you started to take your makeup off.

he watched you rub and rub the cotton pad along your face, the water running as you used your nightly cleanser, the jiggle of the towel rack to pat your face dry. “i refuse to go to sleep knowing you’re still mad at me…” jude said making you stop brush your teeth and look up in the mirror. “okay then. all forgiven…” you shrugged, spitting out the excess hearing jude groan.

“please y/n! i’m trying to talk here. i’m being serious when i say i refuse to get on our bed, and you not even spanking a glance at me,” he said upset, getting up from the counter and over towering you. you said nothing and finished brushing your teeth.

you grabbed your last step of your skin care routine, looking up and breathing a bit deeper than before, controlling your emotions because you hated crying in front of people. “you really upset me today jude… for the first time ever i was starting to question if you ever paid attention to me or if i was being clingy…” you softly chucked.

jude immediately winced and got soft, going behind you and hugging your waist. the tight hold almost making you break down in tears before you could even speak. “i hate when you do that to me. it’s not the first time but it makes me feel like i’m not even there! i’m just a ghost or unwanted person in my own home!”

“i never ever, want to make you feel like that. especially in our home y/n! i can’t describe how incredibly sorry i am for making you feel that way. i had no idea and it’s absolutely horrible i know i know. i never wanted to make you feel uninvited or like you couldn’t say anything around me,” jude said behind your, his thumbs stroking the material of the shirt.

“i get you have a lot going on, believe me i do, but you have no right to embarrass me like that jude,” you say with eyes closed, jude nodding his head and then turning you around. “i know darling, i know. i can promise you right this second it won’t ever happen again! it was incredibly selfish and overall i hurt the person that means the world to me,” you felt his trembling hands and lips to your forehead.

“please don’t ever make me feel like that. like i have to overthink what i say, wear, think! nothing hurts more in the world then getting ignored by the person you love most,” you spoke softly, voice still laced with a tint of pain. “i understand baby. i promise i do pay attention and i do hear you,” jude spoke.

“did you really or is-”

“y/n please…”

“okay i’m sorry, i swear i’m done!” you giggle, jude bringing you impossibly closer to him. “i want you to talk to me rather than ignore me. i would rather you scream and yell angrily at how mad you are than have you say nothing to me for the whole evening,” jude said making you look up and nod, agreeing with him.

“i kid you not, i was ready to buy you the full bookstore and bring you a serenade to apologize,” he exaggerated making you laugh and look up at him once again. “not knowing how you’re feeling is the worst stress, especially cause of me… so please don’t make me go through that again…”

“don’t give me the reason too and i won’t,” you remind him, pointing your finger in his face to make things clear. jude saluted letting you know he understands and will play from the rules from now on. “okay now kiss me, because i really really really missed you today…”

“it would be my pleasure. i’m going to take you to bed first, show my beautiful girlfriend why she deserves every ounce of my attention…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

[silverflqmes]

haithellie

- who fell first and how?

- what book sealed the deal on your relationship?

- did you guys join a book club together, if so — what was the book that caught both of your guys’ eye?

- what do the boys think about your guys’ relationship? (kaveh, cyno, & tighnari)

tartellie

- how did you guys meet and how long did it take for a single date?

- which of you said i love you first and how?

- e2l, which one admits they’re in love first and why?

yuellie

- he misses the high cloud quintet, how do you comfort him?

- you both fight phantylia together, who falls down first?

- bonus: who went for the body? i think i can answer this one

sephellie

- how to make a day of fun so sephiroth can be human again

- how would you style his hair for fun

- how to get him to stop being cloudobsessed and you-obsessed instead!!!

at long last i answered your ask bc monkey brain has just been SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH as of late.. ahem. now without further delay, time to get the cogs winding

𓍼 haithellie.

— if i’m going with my e2l idea, he fell first because i was in hella denial.. but i fell harder. i haven’t really come up with much but i’m thinking we would both be in places in our lives where we’re dealing with loneliness?? for me i would have left home to study so i’d kinda be adjusting, while alhaitham has kinda been on his own, having lost his parents from young, and later his grandmother that took care of him after that. so i think we would have found mutual comfort in each other and he would have caught some feelings just from little details. stupid habits i have, shared interests, the bantering since we would have both been in the same darshan..

— i totally missed this question until i went back to read for the next ship but UHHH the wicked king cuz it’s my fav and i’ll never be normal about it

— we joined a book club not knowing that the other would be in there too LMAO it was just supposed to be a pastime kinda thing and it was just coincidence that we both ended up in it together.. but let me think, me being me i like my romantasy books so i dunno it alhaitham would also be into those.. but i could see him reading the folk of air — totally not bc it’s my favorite series, totally not bc we act like jude and cardan, totally not because — yeah, you got me..

— alhaitham wants them nowhere near me ( minus tighnari ) because they would enable me and they would tease him sm.. but i think we would be super chill together, i could see us playing uno or monopoly and just- disaster happening BAH but anyway i think they would be happy about alhaitham finding someone after his losses, and even it kaveh might be petty.. he’s happy for him<3

𓍼 tartellie.

— omg akira-san, i mean uh, tartaglia, yeah.. ahem. let me think.. we would have met at a flower shop, he was buying flowers to bring home to his family since he was likely away from home for a good while. he was just scanning all the different types, not sure which to pick, to which he would approach me, thinking me to be the store clerk ( i was not ). confused, i would break to him that i do not work there.. to which he would get embarrassed LMAO but since we were talking, he would ask on my opinion anyway, to which i’d try my best to offer a few options to my basic knowledge of flower language. i think he would show interest in the way i talk and explain, the hand gestures and expressions i make, but he’d ignore it.. until we stumbled once more upon each other, where he would chat with me.. and then proposes the idea of getting lunch. totally not a date, just lunch..

— he did and probably said so without even saying those three words tbh?? i don’t know how he would say it, but uh maybe smtn like.. “it’s strange.. home, until now was always being with my family back in snezhnaya.. but somehow, you seemed to have brought that feeling to me here and have blossomed it into something a little more than family, something special and precious to me.”

— now for this.. me LMAO if it was e2l it would end up as an unspoken confession i feel?? maybe if he was seriously injured or um, overdid things again because he used foul legacy or his delusion in a fight.. to which i would yell at him in a way that sounded like i really cared for him, and tartaglia would end up saying something along the lines of me sounding like i loved him or something.. to which i would go silent and he would piece it all together. unspoken confession!!

𓍼 yuellie.

— understandable as to why he would miss them, especially cuz he’s the last one remaining and with his memories in tact. it’s kinda heartbreaking honestly, but i understand the kinda fall of a friend group in a way, granted i still talk with mine but very minimally these days. regardless, i would do my best to comfort him, maybe take him out or encourage him to come be around others as well outside of his duties, just to feel yk welcomed as a dude and not just as a general. i think he’d like something like that cuz company helps when you miss those that you were once close with.

— AKWJSJDJSKSJ i fall down first and i make sure to KNEEL ( i did it on purpose ) yuan is probably like ellie???? and i’m like ain’t no way you said you’re going for the body — I’M GOING FOR THE BODY, YOU SIT YOUR ASS BACK THERE. atp he’s like, am i about to have my girl stolen by horrifyingly attractive woman that wants to kill us and is not just twice but several times her size?? he’s just watching in complete shock but like part of him understands.. i mean.. come on.

— I WENT FOR THE BODY AGAIN AND AGAIN ahem, your assumptions are likely correct.

𓍼 sephiellie.

— screams in sephiroth. okay um. let me actually get into this. sooo a day to make sephi have fun and feel more human.. well! after buying flowers from a certain peddler, i would whip out my super slay cool flip phone and urge him to come over after work because i had a surprise for him. said surprise is flowers to braid into his hair and a flower for him to keep at home cuz sephiroth having a green thumb sounds so adorable. for the rest, it would be just a cute self care day to remind him of his humanity in spite of whatever modifications and experiments were done on him ( FUCK YOU HOJO YOU UGLY ASS PIECE OF SHIT, THERE’S A REASON I’M NOT IN FFVII AND THAT’S BC YOUR ASS WOULD BE THROUGH, WHICH MEANS THE STORY DOESN’T END UP HAPPENING SO NO GAME )

— the braid with the flowers in it! high ponytail for sure HE IS SO PRETTY<3 maybe a bun as well after i told him that mine absolutely sucked and that my mom refused to let me out of the house without her doing my hair.. so he would ask to see how bad said bun is — so it ends up messy because i didn’t wanna make it too tight.. his hair is also super long.. but he liked it, probably wondered why i couldn’t leave the house when it looked so nice on him ( sobbing he’s so so sweet ), furthermore i would try the princess leia space buns and perhaps twin tails<3 he also would do my hair and try out different styles too, he’s so gentle<3

— I DON’T KNOW I GUESS I NEED SOME MAKO BATHS AND HIS CELLS SO HE CAN INVADE MY THOUGHTS INSTEAD😐 but like.. sefikura.. IM TORN

okay i believe that was all of them.. this took way longer than i’d expected😭

#sky chan🙁💞 #— ; 🏹 ) sephiellie. #— ; 🏹 ) haithellie. #— ; 🏹 ) tartellie. #— ; 🏹 ) yuellie.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter One (Part 2)

“Look at this picture.” I’d said to Claire one day in January as we hung out in my room trying to study.  She’d turned my laptop around to examine the screen. “Yeah, it’s Jude and his friends at some restaurant.” She then sighed. “I can’t believe you’re still checking his profile.”

“Yeah but look at his right hand.”

“Okay. He’s just resting it on the seat.”

“Against that girl’s thigh.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, he’s probably just accidentally touching her. That’s barely even noticeable.”

“They’re together.” I’d concluded. “I just have a feeling.”

“There’s no way you can know that just by looking at his hand.”

“I’m sure I’m right.”

And I was. That’s how I found out about his new girlfriend. Her name is Astrid and she’s from Denmark. She has very light, white blonde hair and is always wearing something black with a flattering cut, putting together trendy outfits with items that you can’t get in the shops in Ireland. I know all about her. They go to college together, she studies ceramics and she’s twenty, a whole year older than he is, and two years older than me, which makes her seem tenfold more threatening. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly masochistic I’ll scroll through her social media and take note of all the things about her that make me feel bad. Her skin, her eyelashes, her lips, her hair, her boobs, her nails, the fact that her boyfriend has his arms around her in her profile picture when those arms could have been around me instead.

‘She’s not that pretty.” Claire reassures me once we get to Starbucks, because once again, like a broken record, I’m talking about Astrid. We’d only settled into our seats with our coffees when I’d come across yet another photo of her, sitting on a carousel shot in monochromatic 35mm film. Very arty. 

“I think she is.” I say mournfully.

“She’s not. She just has nice hair.”

“Unlike some of us.” I reach up to touch the nape of my neck where my hair now abruptly stops. I had to have six inches chopped off on account of my split ends and heat damage, and I’ve never gotten used to how plain the cut makes me look and feel. My mam insists that it makes me look French, but I know it actually makes me look five.

“Come on Evie, what does it matter? She’s a random Danish girl and I bet she’s really pretentious and boring.”

“She can’t be boring. Not if he likes her.”

“Maybe he likes her because she drops her knickers for him.”

I frown, disturbed by the thought of that. I look at my iPhone 4 and scroll to the next photo of her. “Look at her here, you can see her better. She is actually just objectively pretty.”

“I don’t need to see her, you’ve already forced me to look at her enough times.”

“Do you think I should wear more black? Like do you think this is the look for me?”

Claire confiscates my phone. “Stop looking at her. It’s bad for your brain. You’re fine the way you are, now can we please stop talking about Astrid the boring Dane and talk about the exam instead?”

“The exam!” I cry, putting my forehead onto the table. “I’m doomed.”

“If you’re doomed, imagine how I feel! That whole paper was bonkers.”

“English Paper Two will be worse.”

“And let’s not even think about the rest of them.”

“I wish I could be put down.”

She puts her hand on the back of my head and smooths down my hair. “No, look, we’ll be fine. You were right, we can’t fail.”

“And if we do?”

“Well, you already sorted with your NCAD pre-offer, and as for me, whatever. My dad will sort something out.” By that she means he will enrol her in a private university where nobody cares about how much you got in the Leaving Cert, only how much money is in your dad’s wallet. 

“We still need to pass.” I moan. “For like, the principle of it. Imagine how humiliating it would be to open up that envelope in August and see a complete shambles.”

“Yeah, and Christ, imagine what Kelly would say. I’d never get over that.” I glance up to see her smirking, and then I smile too, and before we know it we’re in peals of laughter over our coffee. Claire does an impression of Kelly’s smug face, perfectly emulating the way that she flicks her hair and pushes her chin out, and then I join in too, doing my best Kelly voice, imagining her in all kinds of insane scenarios where she’d be trying her best to make us feel bad, but failing hilariously. After a few minutes we’re in pieces, shoulders shaking, tears rolling down our cheeks, not even caring that people are looking at us. 

“God.” She says between gasps of laughter “I love you, Evie.”

“Same.” I say. “I dunno what I’d do without you.”

We survive the rest of the Leaving Cert, and after I hand in my final paper I don’t think about any of the exams again. I can’t face the uncertainty of it hanging over me, even though I know I probably did alright, but I’m not going to make my parents proud with my results. 

I work in a café for the summer, spending my days serving coffee, even learning how to create hearts and flowers with the foam. The women I work with swear that I can do it so well because I’m an artist, but I’m not convinced that’s true. I think it’s more to do with focus. I find that when I’m working, when I’m really truly immersed in something that’s physical, like loading up the dishwasher or wiping down the fridges, I don’t really have time to get lost in my thoughts, and it suits me. I don’t have to spend the long summer days mourning last year, wishing I could be in the water every day again, picturing the feeling of the warm sand under my feet and the possibilities of what was ahead of me. Now my days are just routine, endless polishing of cutlery, mopping floors and tossing frozen scones into the oven again and again until my back aches, my feet hurt and I’m too exhausted to worry about anything else.

On slower days I get carried away and imagine all sorts of fantastical things, like what I would do if one day I looked up and Jude was in the queue, ordering a coffee from me. I wonder what kind he would get. An espresso? Americano? Does he even drink coffee? There’s so many things I don’t know about him. When I start wishing he would talk to me, I know it’s time that I find something to keep me busy.

I’m blandly content here, working, serving, waiting for August to come. Waiting to get my college offers so that I can leave Tullamore and move to Dublin and start all over again as a new and improved version of myself who isn’t obsessed with a boy who doesn’t like her. 

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#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #sims story #writing #fiction #romance #sims 4 storytelling #sims4 storytelling #sims stortelling #lucky girl part 2

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 2 - Part 20

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

---Several days later.

Robin: …….

Nico: …………

Robin: Nico? What’s the matter?

Nico: Keeping my distance so Bianchi doesn’t find me

Robin: Aaah, he’s in high spirits about the costumes, isn’t he

Nico: I don’t want to be turned into a dress-up doll again today

Nico: ….Can’t you hide me with your powers? 

Robin: You can run away using yours when push comes to shove, no? 

Robin: Whatever you may say, you do end up accompanying him. 

Nico: ……The aftermath is a pain. Bianchi’s persistent

Robin: Is he now

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Bianchi: Hmm~ …..Maybe I did lean too far into that trend? 

Bianchi: It’d feel stereotypical if you don’t do it well, so I tried out special effects makeup but it’s still…  

Sage: U-um, it’s all up to you to make the decisions on these things. However if I had to give any personal input, maybe the zombie make up is a little bit terrifying…?

Bianchi: Right. Those cuties from North got so scared they ran away, didn’t they?

Sage: Yeah… Nico-kun left the make-up on and went into the hallway, and by chance bumped into them… 

Sage: Even that Marion-kun got startled. Then he got furious about how he dared to go out looking like that.

Bianchi: It requires a certain amount of skill to recreate something of that level, you know? People who understand will see all the beauty that was poured into it…  

Bianchi: Still, the citizens are the ones that have to enjoy it. I’ll try thinking of a different direction. If I make it pop just a tiny bit more it will come together nicely. 

Sage: Phew, that’s good…

Bianchi: In other words, Sei-chan. Come keep me company again tonight. I’ll ask Nico-chan too later♪

Sage: Ah, haha…. I’m looking forward to it.

Jude: Nothing compares to how bright Bianchi shines whenever he’s thinking about design.

Bianchi: Hold it. Don’t just suddenly act like you’re part of the conversation?

Jude: But I’m always part of it? I don’t say anything but I thoroughly listen to everything. 

Bianchi: That gave me shivers…

Sage: Ahaha. Nice to see Jude-kun and Bianchi-san getting along as they always do.

Bianchi: Sei-chan?

Jude: Haha, Sage’s got a keen eye when it comes to people

Jude: You entrusted the designing part to Bianchi, and assigning the costumes to him as a whole was a good call too. It’s a choice coming from how you closely pay attention to who you’re talking to.    

Sage: Eh… really? Jude-kun praising me is making me somewhat embarrassed. 

Bianchi: Jude. Try telling us what the theme for the costumes are.

Jude: Huh? It’s rich and poor people, yeah?

Bianchi: Wrong, it’s angels and devils! How could you say that with such confidence…

Sage: Ah, hahaha….

Sage: ……

Jude: The weather has been off since earlier. It’s even thundering. 

Sage: Yeah….

Robin: Sage, are you okay?

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #sage skyfall #nico #bianchi law #jude ares #sing in the darkness

[evansbby]

me, starting wg3: okay, let’s see how user evansbby proves that i shouldn’t be team steve! let’s see how we get a CRUMB of potential for team ari—

also me, reading the basketball scene: oh 😶 that’s not—

again, me, reading steve’s room scene: GIRL‼️RUN‼️‼️

me, reading ari at the end: you should’ve got hit with the basketball you 🤬🖕🏼🤜🏼💥💀🪦

ok, but in all seriousness, YOU‼️DID‼️THAT‼️‼️ omg i know for SURE you gagged all the team steve girlies 💅🏼 we undecided team baddies won today 😌💪🏼 deserved!!!

but THE PLOT⁉️ she’s PLOTTING 😱 like, thank GAWD you added those questions toward the end cuz like i could NAWT sort my thoughts out at all after reading allat 😭 there was too much going on in here in this day 😫

now, jenneyquinn stans (as if i have any PFFT—), here are my responses to the wg3 questions 😁

as of now, i’m on board with team ari! this is literally a man who clearly can’t come to terms with his own feelings—and although a similar case could be brought up with steve given his severe lack of emotional regulation, i feel like something really messed up must’ve shaken him so bad that the mere thought of ari is just a straight up trigger for him (and i’ll get more on that on my last answer!) back to ari, can we FOCUS on the CRUMB that is when he WAS SO close to slipping!!! HE REALLY WAS ABOUT TO DROP THE L WORD FOR OUR GIRLIEPOP READER 😭 yep, this mans DEFINITELY has it down bad for reader… he just needs a lot of time and comfort with his stubbornly engraved fratboy-fuckboy mindset and just let himself be honest and come to terms with his feelings! he wants y/n!!

okay, now we’re getting into the part where i’m not on team steve! whereas ari tends to be a jerk in public around reader and soft in private, steve is the polar opposite!! i feel like the addition of steve in wg just brings more dimension to college fuckboys, cuz when you think about it, it really narrows down to two types: a) the beast from beauty and the beast and b) hans from frozen (i can’t believe i was able to bring disney into my logic but if it works, so be it!) in summary, steve’s demeanor just switches like night and day cuz when he’s in his own territory, in his room, where he doesn’t have to put on a show for anyone, he can shed the mask and let his true nature show (and mayhaps he doesn’t care whether or not reader has a say in that… for all we know, if kira never intervened, nothing or no one would’ve stopped steve 🚩🚩🚩)

i’m just gonna say that wanda could be a friend… i don’t think she’d be a good one though… i could understand the occasional blindness of being dick-whipped (especially when you’re seeing someone like CURTIS) but even as a college student who just wants to have fun and live in the moment, she could’ve done more for reader :/ in fact, sharon has been a much better friend to y/n despite wanda already given that role! WHO got us ice after the basketball incident⁉️ SHARON‼️ and wasn’t wanda sitting RIGHT BESIDE US??? also, i’m not digging the whole dick-shame wanda gives us when we tell her we hooked up with ari 😒 first off, if YEW🫵🏼 didn’t abandon us at the party, then fed us bull saying you tried to reach out to us, we didn’t need to take an uber with steve!!! lowkey, ari incorrectly addressing wanda by the wrong name is starting to be justified…

NOW that we’ve gotten more clues regarding ari and steve’s history, i came up with this theory: ari and steve were friends in high school, maybe they grew up together and were besties for life? eventually, when college began for kira (my memory’s fuzzy but if i’m right, ari and steve are seniors and reader is a freshman so kira could be in-between, maybe just a year older than y/n), kira chose to go to st. andrew’s instead of st. jude’s (either steve also went to st. andrew’s up until before the events of wg or went to st. jude’s the whole time, i think it could work any way) and steve got ari to promise to take care of kira. again, there are a couple potential scenarios for this! for certain, at any point in time, kira must’ve harboured feelings for ari, but how ari handled that information could either be: a) his time at college turned him into the fuckboy that he is and kira was one of his former side-chicks, b) ari genuinely had feelings for kira too but college turned him into a fuckboy and he lost himself, taking her for granted, or c) it was all a misunderstanding, ari didn’t mean to lead kira on and kira was setting herself up for heartbreak because she was too shy to be communicative with ari 🫢 regardless of each scenario, it ends up with kira being absolutely shattered and heartbroken by the end of her freshman year, steve finds out about this and depending on which college he went to he either a) transferred from st. andrew’s to st. jude’s the following year and kira transfers too (but remains super scarred by her history with ari that she has extreme difficulty allowing herself social interaction again at the risk of further humiliation, hence the remote classes) and steve vows he gets revenge on ari, b) devotes the rest of his time at st. jude’s to besting ari and steve wants his sister’s heartbreak to bite ari in the ass TENFOLD, or c) STEVE BEATS UP ARI, CAUSING HIM TO GET EXPELLED FROM ANDREWS AND LEAVING HIM NO CHOICE BUT TO TRANSFER TO JUDES😶 even though reader is definitely not a stranger to the rogers’ household, i still don’t think it’s enough to vouch that steve wants anything genuine with y/n—like, come AWN, did we not just see that steve had his eyes on her EARLIER from the night of the party⁉️ mans is sus, and i don’t wike it 😒 (additionally, steve is praised at st. jude’s for being the misunderstood hero that was looking out for his sister, furthering ari’s rep of being this cocky st. andrew’s fuckboy—either ari is actually self-aware and is scared to shoo away reader for good if got her hands on the whole story, or he’s actually unsure of the events himself and genuinely can’t give her a sound story on the hatred between him and steve)

anywaysss, that’s all i gotta say on wg3! apologies for the extensive use of emojis this time, my mind was going la di da di da and i needed to say EVERYTHING that was on my mind!!! i could NAWT leave anything unspoken🗣️🔊

xoxo 🫶🏼 anon (jenneyquinn)

              AHHHH omg bestie jenneyquinn thank you for this amazing review like I literally teared up a bit, it’s always exciting to hear from you and know your thoughts!!! (also excuse my lack of emojis bc I had to get on my laptop to answer this!!!) ps: I’m sure you DO have jenneyquinn stans!! Definitely me for one, bc you’re such a staple bestie of this blog!! <3 <3

You’re so right, bestie – Ari for the life of himself cannot come to terms with his own feelings! He’s just so hell bent on being this macho fuckboy that isn’t affected by an girl ever and that’s why he felt the need to stay with Sharon! I know a lot of people are like “WHYYYY is he with Sharon there must be an underlying reason” but I’ve addressed this before and literally NOPE. He is still with Sharon (or was… depending on if he’s telling the truth that he broke up with her) anyways, he still is/was with Sharon bc he is a fuckboy and he can be! Simple as that. But anyways yes, Ari was so close to slipping!!! AHHH I FOUND IT SO CUTE N FUN TO WRITE THAT PART HEHE. But yeah, you /get/ Ari and his stubborn fratboy mindset which I love!

I love these comparisons to Disney hehe. And truly, I believe this chapter showed us that fuckboys come in different types lmao. But hmm, I find the theory of Steve showing “his true colours” in his bedroom interesting… Were those really his true colours or was he distracted by something that led to a mood change? What exactly is the true Steve? Is charming and nice Steve not also the true Steve? Bc I feel like he can be both! If that makes sense lol.

Agree with everything hehehe I wonder if WG 4 will be Wanda’s redemption arc or if she’s just gonna get worse…

INTERESTING THEORIES BESTIE! Ones that I cannot confirm nor deny… Although I will say that Steve never went to St. Andrews’ lol… he was always at St. Jude’s from day one.

ANYWAYSSS, bestie thank you for this insanely detailed and amazing review!! You are truly so so so appreciated!! And I am so happy you enjoyed the new chapter! Love you sm bestie and I will also say that I read your other ask, and it got buried and I didn’t get time to answer it but oh bestie I can totally understand that you were in a not so great place but you’re doing better now! And I hope you’re doing even better gradually as the days go by! Love you a million xx

#wg 3 spoiler #wg ask #jenneyquinn #anon

[sinfulpunishment]

✎ᝰ┆To New Beginnings…

─❏ Warnings: none

─❏ Characters: Oda Sakunosuke, mentioned Dazai Osamu

─❏ Synopsis: A goodbye letter to a friend, found in Oda’s jacket pocket.

─❏ A/N: this was my first oda piece

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Hey kid.

I know the first time you read this you’ll be clutching your rapidly draining heart to your chest, trying so desperately to hold onto every last moment you have left even if the steady rise and fall of one’s chest has stopped. I wonder if you’re crying… if you are, I’m sorry I can no longer wipe the tears away with the cuff of my sleeve—though I’m sure your hands are big enough for you to be able to do it yourself now.

There are so many things I want to say to you, but sometimes fewer words can have a bigger impact than many. It’s easier to remember something short, that’s why you’ll never forget our time together.

I know you want to hold on, I know it’s hard to let go. You may stay by my side for a bit more but you’ll need to get to your feet again and continue on even if I’m not there. Keep your chin up. If you find it hard to value your own life, find other people’s lives to value instead. You may find it gives you a purpose which can lead to finding value in yourself.

You’re already aware that this was likely to come anyways, weren’t you? You tried to stop me many times. But, listen Osamu, my story has come to a close—the chapter with me in your book is reaching its conclusion. This does not mean your story is over though, there are still so many pages for you to fill.

I won’t ever really be gone; I know, that’s really corny. So long as you remember what we had though I will always be with you. I want you to remember everything, good and bad, and carry it with you, grow from it. This is not to say you should dwell on it and wish things could have been different, this was meant to happen.

Maybe I’ll get to see you once more. Maybe I’ll get to cradle your head in my hands one last time, letting you know that you’re safe.

I want you to do some things for me, think that’s possible?

I want you to keep living. Keep living for not just me, but for yourself, and for those who will care about you like I do. You will most certainly meet more people, hopefully you’ll befriend them. The world is cruel, you’re not wrong about that, and you may be cursing it all at this moment. But even despite that, protect what you have. Protect people. Even if you yourself are not “good”, do something good. Get out of this place and start anew.

Take my jacket, carry it with you. Wrap it around your shoulders as you walk out of this place, let it warm you just as it always has, and create for yourself a new beginning. Become a person who saves people.

I only wish I could see you grow more—I would give so much to see the light in your eyes rekindle and grow. I will always be proud of you, Osamu.

I would like to take you back to that place just one last time. We can sit and discuss whatever is on our minds, like always.

I hope you can find someone new to take there and share the warmth it brings with them as well.

May the day come soon that you are no longer that kid sitting on the white sheets, holes littering your body—but they are healing. The kid who refused to eat out of stubbornness, but who eventually gave in and let himself be truly cared for, maybe for the first time. The kid who’s always two steps ahead but afraid of needles nonetheless, and does not like dogs, who loathes every shade of yellow. May the day come soon where you no longer need me.

If you ever find a poor child on your front porch, no matter if they’re injured or not, let them in. I didn’t regret letting my kid in when I picked him up. Let the kid in, you may find they have filled your heart.

This is it now, I apologize for leaving but keep pushing forward.

Goodbye, dear friend.

To the stray dogs, and to new beginnings.

— Oda Sakunosuke

from a “father” to a “son”.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #oda sakunosuke #bsd odasaku #odasaku #sakunosuke oda #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dark era bsd #bsd buraiha #buraiha trio #Spotify #sinfulpunishment

[romistav]

”if i were you i’d have all the love island therapists on hand tonight.” 

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO ABOUT REUNITING WITH THE OTHER VILLA? WHAT ARE YOU DREADING THE MOST?

”i am most looking forward to seeing josh and dylan, obviously. i have always known that i love them and i feel close to both of them but being away even just for a couple of days proved to me how much i care about them, you know? like, i miss them both so fucking much. i hope they’ve been getting along in their other villa. i’m not dreading seeing marcus, i’m not going to say that. it’s not as if things ended because we both fucking hate each other or something. i’m dreading maybe how i’ll feel but there is a bigger part of me that’s looking forward to seeing him because, yeah, i’ve missed him, too.” 

IF YOU WERE TO STICK, WHY WOULD YOU? WHY WOULD YOU CONSIDER SWITCHING?

”if i was going to stick it would be because there’s a part of me that still clings onto what i think marcus and i could have been if you guys hadn’t brought in dejan here for the specific purpose of ruining our relationship. i think everyone here is expecting me to jump back into marcus’ arms as soon as we see each other again but that’s not how any of this works. it’s a lot more complicated than that and i wish that it wasn’t. i’d consider switching, well, the most obvious answer is because i know that marcus is bringing someone back but also because i think i deserve a shot at someone who genuinely cares about me and is willing to fight for what we have together, someone who is all in with me. no backups, no questioning what other people say about us.” 

IS THERE A BOMBSHELL THAT’S AT THE TOP OF YOUR ‘LIST’? WHO WOULD YOU BRING BACK?

”dante, duh.” the grin on their face is apparent, they almost feel like they’re glowing. “i think we’ve gotten along really well since the first day and i know that maybe he isn’t the type of person my friends pictured me with but i do think we fit together pretty nicely. he makes me feel safe and, well, that means a lot to me.” 

IF NONE OF THE BOMBSHELLS COULD COME BACK, WHO WOULD YOU MISS THE MOST?

”i think i’d miss all of them except jude, if i’m being honest. angel and zeke are very fun to have around. stella i know has had a hard time being here but i think she’d have a great time being brought back. charlene, god, don’t we all love her already? she’s so much fun. her whole thing with naomi isn’t really surprising ‘cause they’re both super hot. even if all her group activities ended on a sour note, i’d miss her trying to get us all together regardless.” 

WHAT CONVERSATIONS DO YOU NEED TO HAVE MOST WHEN YOU REUNITE?

"marcus is the obvious one. that guilt has been eating away at me the whole time we’ve been here but there are also other things i’d like to say to him. things we’ve sort of touched on that i’d love to discuss further. there are also things i have to talk to dylan about, though, we had this sort of....important conversation the night before casa and i want to know where his head is at regarding everything we discussed. i don’t know that it’s, like, an important conversation i need to have with josh but i can’t fucking wait to talk to him.” 

WHAT ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT THE DECISIONS OF THE OTHER ISLANDERS? WHO DO YOU THINK HAS MADE THE BEST CONNECTION?

”i’d say callie and angel have the possibility of being pretty solid and, honestly, i’m just glad to see callie having a good time with someone. i don’t know about anyone else having a solid connection or even a good connection but i’m sure angel won’t be the only bombshell coming back.” 

#crackon:prompt #interviews

[rey-in-red]

Summary: Jude Duarte wants a distraction from finals and the mess that was her breakup with Locke. She hooks up with her long-time school rival, Cardan Greenbriar, at a nightclub and gets more than she bargained for.  

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Mentions of Abortion, Mentions of Child Abuse

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His fingers were digging into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, guiding her up and down. Impaling her on his cock again and again and again.

“Oh god, Cardan… I think I’m gonna…” Jude trailed off when he brought his thumb down on her clit and started making tight small circles. She let out another guttural moan, her nails dug into his chest. “Fuck. Yes.”

Jude tumbled over the edge and with a loud groan that sounded like her name, Cardan went with her. They rode their high out together, their movements turned sloppy, and soon the only sound in the room was the sound of their panting.

“You know, I don’t think you ever agreed with me that much.” Cardan panted beneath her. “Or at all for that matter.”

Jude smacked his chest half-heartedly and leaned down to kiss him. “Ugh, I hate you.” She said against his lips. He deepened the kiss and rolled them over, so she was on her back.

He smiled against her lips and lifted his head. “So you keep saying.” Then he eased out of her slowly. So very slowly. She moaned at the loss, her core clenching around nothing. Cardan eased off the bed and disappeared out the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.” He called over his shoulder.

Jude sat up in the bed and looked around his bedroom. They had been in a hurry to get from the dining table to his bed and she hadn’t gotten a good look before now. Cardan’s bedroom was surprisingly neat. There weren’t books scattered on the floor or laundry for that matter. She got out of the bed and walked out of his bedroom.

Locating Cardan’s discarded shirt on the floor, she went to put it on and walked over to his refrigerator in search of food. She was greeted by a fully stocked fridge, but Jude’s gaze quickly zeroed in on three cupcakes with frosting. She was reaching to take one of them when arms wrapped around her waist and Cardan buried his face in her neck.

“You know, if you’re hungry there’s a Chinese restaurant around the corner that’s open till 3.” He said into her skin. Jude brought one hand up in his messy locks and ran the other over his forearm, tracing nonsense patterns with her nails. Cardan practically purred in response.

She smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “I know, their veggie egg rolls are to die for.”

“How do you know that?”

“I live about a 20 minutes walk away from here.” Jude turned around in his arms and placed her hands on his bare chest. Cardan had a weird expression on his face. “What?”

He just shook his head. “Nothing.”

It definitely wasn’t nothing, but she decided to let it go. “So, you mentioned food. How long until I get my orange chicken and egg rolls?”

The corner of his lip curled up, seemingly having forgotten whatever had been on his mind. His hands moved down to grab her ass. “Bossing me around in my own home. Getting a little too comfortable, aren’t we?”

She put her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. "Hey, you're the one who mentioned Chinese, besides I didn't work up my appetite alone."

"Then let’s get you some food."

“But I wanted a cupcake.” Jude pouted her lips and looked up through her eyelashes.

“You can eat one of those after.” He leaned down until his lips were a hair's breadth away from hers. “Besides maybe I’ll be in the mood for something sweet too.”

- - -

She didn't know how long they sat there, Jude cradled to his chest, Cardan lazily stroking her back, but it was her that broke the silence first. “You know, I've spent most of my day today in bathrooms. You think we can move back on the couch some time soon?”

“Sure.” He kissed the top head and reached out a hand to help her up and she hesitantly accepted. But when she got up, he didn’t let go of her hand, and led her over to the fridge instead of the couch. He took out a bottle of water and handed it to her. “You need to hydrate. Drink.”

Jude gave him a tight lipped smile and accepted the water. After drinking two big gulps, Cardan took her hand again and led her over to the couch.

“Okay, so I need you to be quiet for a minute because I have a whole speech. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated, like he was reassuring himself. “Okay. Okay, so you don’t know this but before I was born, Eldred, my father, had an affair with one of his employees. She was young and when she told him she was pregnant, Eldred just wrote her a check and didn't look back. He didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her. As you can probably guess the baby in question was me. I lived with her till I was 3 years old, then she dumped me on Eldred's doorstep and took off with the rest of the money. I haven’t seen her since. My oldest brother, Balekin, offered to take me in. And since he ran the London based part of Greenbriar Enterprises, it meant that Eldred didn’t have to look at me, so he jumped at the chance."

He took a deep breath and she gave his hand a squeeze, to let him know she was there for him.

“For the first 4 years or so, Balekin was very nice. But then he started to slap me if I talked back, or if I didn't clean my room when he told me to, and he would belittle me with comments about this and that. Then one time when I was 12, I came home with a C on a math test and he hit me with his belt for the first time. After that it became a regulation thing. A punishment if I disappointed or failed him in some way. Or if he was just in a bad mood.

“When I was 14, Balekin moved us back to the states because Eldred got sick, whether it was to actually help or score some points with Elred, I don’t know. Leaving London behind was easy for me because I didn’t have any friends. Since neither of my parents wanted me, I felt like if I made friends, it wasn’t because they actually wanted me as their friend and would eventually just leave me.

“What I'm trying to say is that, I know what it is like to be an unwanted child, it’s incredibly lonely and I wouldn’t want my own kid to go through that. I know this isn’t what you wanted and I’m not going to pretend that this is just what was missing from my life right. We do have options on what we can do now but what happens now is completely up to you.” Cardan reached out with his free hand to wipe away tears, she hadn’t known she’d shed. “If you want to terminate the pregnancy, that’s okay. If you choose to keep the child, that’s okay too. I’m not gonna force this on you or just write you a check and expect you to take care of it. No matter what you decide, I’ll be there holding your hand every step of the way. I promise.”

Cardan looked at her with such hopeful and kind eyes, that said that if she wanted to have the baby, he really would be there every step of the way.

Yet she couldn’t help the doubt that lingered in the back of her mind.

“Okay, let’s say we go through with this, there’s gonna be a lot of financial expenses like medical bills and things the baby is gonna need.” She got off the couch and started pacing in front of him.

“Jude, I-”

Jude just kept rambling on completely ignoring him.

“And I haven’t told him yet, but I don't think Madoc is going to help pay for my child, since I’m not married. Which leads to my next point, are we gonna get married?

“Jude, will you-”

“Then there’s the practical things, like are we gonna live together? If not, where is the baby going to stay when it’s your turn to have it? Do you plan on moving into a bigger apar-”

Cardan finally managed to cut her off fully, by pulling her into his lap and cradled her face in his hands. “Jude, calm down.” Once again she felt herself relax in his arms, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “If you would let me talk, I would tell you I got the financial part covered.”

Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. “You do?”

“Yes.” He smiled at her. “We don’t need to worry about money and most of all that other stuff doesn’t matter right now, but for now just answer my question, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded.

“Do you want to marry me?”

Jude didn’t even have to think about it. “Well, no. We’re not even friends.”

For a second she could have sworn a shadow flicked over his eyes. “Then there you go. The other things can wait.” Jude nodded once more and crawled out of his lap.

Cardan got off the couch, walked over to the fridge and pulled something out. “You mentioned a doctor's appointment?”

“Yeah, I mean all the signs are there but I want to make sure. I think I can probably get an appointment sometime next week.”

He started walking towards her with one hand behind his back. “Excellent. I have classes Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Just text me the time and date.”

Her eyebrows shot into her hair, once again.“You want to come with me to the doctor's?”

“Yes. I said I would be there.” He pulled his hand from behind his back, presenting a frosted cupcake on a plate. “Now I know the Chinese didn’t sit well but maybe this will help.”

Cardan gave her a sheepish smile, extending the plate to her. Jude happily accepted the cupcake. She took a tentative bite and when nothing happened she practically inhaled the cupcake.

And then another.

- - -

“Fuck this is good food.” Cardan said, mouth full of food.

“What are you eating?” She asked curiously and put down her own box. Without letting him answer, she leaned over the white boxes on the floor and grabbed the one he was holding. “Give me that.”

“It’s shrimp fried rice.” He chuckled and Jude then gave the box right back. He shot her a puzzled look. “What’s wrong? Are you allergic?”

“I’m just not a fan of seafood.” She made a disgusted face. “Never have been.”

“Not even sushi?”

“Nope.” She said, popping the ‘p’. “Not even even sushi.”

“Interesting.” He was his only response. Cardan put down his own box and searched amongst the scattered boxes and candles on the floor, before locating the one he was searching for “Here try this one instead.” He said, holding up the box for her.

“What is it?”

“Moo shu pork.”

Jude took the box. It did look delicious. Using her chopsticks, she took a piece of meat and moaned at the taste. He laughed a quiet laugh at her response. “Now, this is good. I’ll give you that.”

“But?”

“But it’s still no orange chicken.” She smiled cheekily at him.

He once again laughed and she took a moment to admire his beauty. The tea candles scattered on the floor casted shadows on his face, yet it somehow only enhanced his beauty. The paleness of his skin. The sharpness of his cheekbones. Like this was how he was meant to be seen, in the dark hours of the night rather than during the bright of the day. Maybe he was indeed a faerie king.

Jude looked around the room. When the delivery man had arrived, she had walked over to the table and started to pull out one of the chairs, when he had stopped her. He had walked over to the spacious windows, placed the two bags down on the floor and told her to sit down and start unpacking the food. Then he walked over to a gray wooden dresser, opened the top drawer and scooped out a handful of tea candles. After placing the small candles around them on the floor and lighting them with a lighter, Cardan had turned off most of the lights in the loft.

It created a soft glow in the big room, it was almost romantic.

She laughed at the thought.

“What?” He had a confused look on his face.

“Nothing, it’s just the candles, the food, the wine.” She gestured to the wine glasses with her head. “If I didn’t know better, I would almost say this was romantic.”

“But you do know better.”

“Yup.” She sighed, and leaned over to take her wine glass. “And that would’ve been a shame because if not, I would’ve been forced to tell people that you’re a secret romantic.” Swirled the wine around and brought the glass to her lips.

“Yes, that truly would’ve been a shame, because then I would have to tell everyone about that tattoo on your hip.” Cardan smirked when she choked on her wine. It was the same smirk he had when he had spotted the tattooed quote on her left hip earlier, when had pulled off her shorts. He had brushed his thumb over it and given it a soft kiss before moving further down. Now it was covered by his discarded shirt.

Carden suddenly got up from the floor and padded barefooted over to the fridge. In the soft light of the candles, could faintly make out marks on his back, they looked like scars. She hadn’t spotted those earlier.

He turned around and smirked, a cupcake in his hand. “Now I believe I said something about sweets.”

#jurdan #jurdan fanfic #jude x cardan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #folk of the air #fanfic

[tunglo]

Last Jedi - Reckoning

Some quotes from the tenth and final Last of the Jedi book: Reckoning by Jude Watson - AKA ‘the extended tales of how everything would have been fine if people had just listened to Ferus’…

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“Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker.” 

It had taken days for Obi-Wan Kenobi to get back to him on the emergency channel. Now Ferus stared at the wavering holo-image, waiting for Obi-Wan to react. Obi-Wan's expression remained neutral. 

“What makes you think so?” 

Ferus gathered his thoughts for the explanation. Where to start? Now that he finally had Obi-Wan, he needed to present the mix of facts, guesswork, and instincts that had led him to this revelation. In that small second of pause, a new revelation rocked him. “You knew!” 

Obi-Wan said nothing. 

Ferus wanted to fling the comlink up into the vast yellow sky. Instead he walked in a circle, kicking a stone out of his way in his frustration, a display of extremely unJedilike behavior. “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked when he could finally calm himself enough to speak. 

“Ferus -” 

“Don't you think it might have been helpful for me to know?” 

“I don't see why.” 

“You don't see why?” 

“Ferus,” Obi-Wan continued in the same maddeningly calm voice, “think about it. What difference does it make to know who he was? There's nothing left of Anakin. He died the day he crossed to the dark side of the Force. It was better for you not to have that information. It could have endangered you. It was enough that I knew.” 

The way Obi-wan spoke stopped Ferus in his tracks. Obviously the pain of it was still a part of Anakin's former Master. Despite the millions of kilometers between them, the vast expanse of space, Ferus could feel it. He stopped to consider what it would mean, to have an apprentice who would abandon all your teachings and turn to the dark side. 

“Why did he do it?” he asked.

“I have my theories,” Obi-wan said gravely. “We can't know for certain. I believe Palpatine has been manipulating him for some time. Slowly. Planting seeds. That's the way the Sith operate. And Anakin himself . . .” Obi-Wan looked away, gazing at the vast sandy expanse of Tatooine. "To have so many gifts, to be the Chosen One . . . to be so afraid of loss . . .“ Obi-Wan gazed back at Ferus. ”And to have me as a Master. In the end, there were things between us I hadn't even realized were there. I don't have the answer to why he turned. I can only ask myself that question, over and over again."

--

Ferus had trouble reconciling the Anakin that he'd known with that terrifying figure. He'd had his problems with Anakin, but they'd been the petty rivalries of two boys. He had seen something dark in him, but he'd never considered it to be the kind of darkness that would swallow all of Anakin's goodness.

He'd been thinking for so long that if he could discover Vader's true identity he would be able to use it to defeat him. Now he wasn't sure.

Memories of Anakin weren't all bad. They had never been friends, but there had been many times that they'd worked well together. He'd admired Anakin. It was impossible not to. Anakin had been the one that all the Padawans had looked up to. He'd had close friends, Tru Veld and Darra Thel-Tanis. How could he have become Vader? How could he have left so much goodness behind?

--

“Maybe I'll just get lucky,” Ferus said. “Anakin.”

Vader came at him with surprising swiftness, but Ferus was able to Force-leap away. Still he sensed that Vader was holding himself back, playing with him for now.

“So you know who I was,” Vader said. “Do you think that would make a difference to me? Anakin Skywalker is dead.”

“Was it because the Council wouldn't let you become a Master? You always had to struggle with your ego, didn't you?”

“It was never a struggle. I was always the best.” 

[lmfao. wtf anakin? xD]

--

The sandstorm had been blowing for two weeks straight. The nights were freakishly cold, the mornings bitter. With no suns to bake it away, the cold had seeped into the hut. The sound of the sand peppering the walls and the howl of the wind could drive you mad if you were inclined that way. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi knew that this storm, like all things, would pass soon enough. Until then, he lived with grit. Sand was in his food, in his bedding, in his hair.

Anakin had always hated sand. Now Obi-Wan knew why.

He didn't hear the knock over the sound of the wind but he sensed a presence outside his door. Obi-Wan opened it a crack. Ferus stood, bearded now the sand thick in his hair, his eyes almost shut by the dirt and sand caking his eyelids. Obi-Wan pulled him inside and shut the door. 

He saw at once that Ferus couldn't speak. The Living Force was weak in him. Obi-Wan led him to the sleep couch and left him there. He hurried to get supplies. He bathed Ferus's face in warm water, gently releasing the hardened sand. He kept going back and forth to the cistern for more water and rags. He checked him for wounds and administered bacta. It was obvious he'd been in a  fight. There was a large contusion on his forehead, another at the back of his skull. 

But that wasn't what had dimmed the Force in him. 

Ferus looked at him. His eyes filled with tears. He closed his eyes and turned his face to the wall. He slept for three days. ...

“You made it to my doorstep,” Obi-Wan said. “You must have wanted to live.”

Ferus ate. When the bowl and the jug were empty Obi-Wan removed them. He sat facing Ferus, waiting. The words poured out. Vader. Twilight. Ry-Gaul, Garen, Solace - everyone he'd meant to save. Toma and betrayal. Flame. An asteroid the size of a planet disappearing before his eyes. How everything had turned to dust. How Obi-Wan had warned him, and he had ignored the warnings. How it was all his fault. 

“I know it's not the Jedi way to say that,” Ferus said, the bitterness and defeat in his voice causing Obi-Wan pain. "But I am responsible. I was blind. I thought I could defeat Vader - that was driving me always, and that destructive impulse blinded me to things I should have known." ...

"These things didn't happen because of your failures, Ferus. They happened because someone did them. Darth Vader is responsible for those deaths. Not you. He is the one who fashioned the plan to kill. He is the one who blew up that asteroid." 

Obi-Wan sat quietly with Ferus for long minutes. He remembered his own bitterness, his own shame and despair. What had saved him? How could he save Ferus?

“Forgiveness isn't a feeling,” Obi-Wan said finally. “It's a decision you have to make for yourself every day. Every day, you will fight for a moment of peace.”

“That is a journey I'm not inclined to take.” Ferus leaned back, exhausted. “Everyone I love is dead.”

“Not everyone.”

Ferus thought of Trever. “No. Not everyone.”

#jude watson #star wars #ferus olin #obikin #spoilers

[heatwayve]

“ are you sending something to the other villa ? maybe it should be my mugshot, 'cause seriously, i’ll go off. ” 

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

“ i shared with stella, or tried to. i didn’t really get much sleep, but that’s not because of her. i couldn’t turn my brain off and i was pretty worried about romi, so . . . yeah, i eventually just got over myself and reached out to her, and we talked through a lot of the night. would it kill you guys to send in someone nice that’s going to treat her right ? surely that’s what the viewers want at this point, too. but, um, yeah, it was really nice to just hang out with her again. i missed her – after, like, an hour, i missed her. it was so pathetic. ” 

are you getting on with any of the bombshells ? who’s at the top of your list ?

“ i don’t really have a list – which, talking about it is sort of mortifying, considering i don’t think i was at the top of anyone’s when they came in here. the past few days . . . you guys sure know how to humble a girl, don’t 'cha ? ” a wry grin crosses her features.  “ i’d say jude is the only one i don’t get on with, but even that feels complicated. like, i don’t hate him, but i don’t think we’ll ever be besties. stella’s like, one of my girls, she’s someone i could see myself getting along with on the outside, she’d fit right in with my friends. angel’s like, the opposite of that in a good way. he’s nothing like what i’m used to with my friends back home, but i feel like we clicked so well so fast ? i could talk to him for ages. it’s really comfortable. this is going to be really embarrassing if he comes in here after this to the cameras, like, fuck that bitch, she didn’t know how to dap or whatever, ” naomi monologues. “ zeke’s pretty cute, but he’s pretty aloof, too. and dante’s really fun – so gorgeous. i think he’s like, waffling a bit between jenny and romi. pretty curious to see how that whole thing plays out, shoutout to someone else’s love triangle. and charlene’s sweet, i think she could tell i had a late night, so she made me breakfast this morning, ” she smiles in spite of herself, “ i really liked that. ” 

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

“ well, i guess i’m still ‘exploring.’ ” naomi draws air quotes around the word. “ i do really want to focus on one person, though. i think the past few days have really made me realize that. i thought i would be making a more definitive decision about that at the end of this week, but . . . maybe it’s been made for me anyway. i think the hardest part is not knowing. ” 

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

“ i’m so shit, but after seeing those dares, it’s probably for the best that i didn’t manage to sink a single shot, ” naomi laughs, dropping her head into her hands before she emerges with a sheepish grin. “ i guess the romi, jude and jenny drama is what sticks out the most. i don’t know. i haven’t been jude’s biggest fan, but i would’ve liked to see things work out for romi. obviously a lot of the bombshells don’t see what the big deal was as much, it was a little lost on angel at first, but i’ve been in here with romi since the start, and i’m getting pretty fucking sick and tired of seeing her get shit on – and, yeah, i’m still getting my family’s lawyer involved about the dejan thing, count on it. ”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“ right, ” naomi presses her lips together, “ well, it didn’t feel good, so thanks for that. ” her gaze drops down toward her hands, and she releases a gentle sigh. “ i know i’ve been telling you guys that i think dylan should get to explore his options – and i still think that he’s justified. he definitely deserves to, like, i don’t need the lecture on how my feelings have been divided. but it was still jarring to see that before we’ve even had the chance to speak about it, i don’t know. i guess i didn’t expect it to be as easy for him, ” she wipes the corner of her eyes with her palm, gritting her teeth, “ and josh – yeah, i know, everyone and their mother warned me. i’m not surprised. trust me, it’s not like i expected him to be chaste, especially when i didn’t give him an answer last time we spoke. but i really didn’t like looking at it. ” naomi clears her throat, “ can we take a break ? ” 

did the postcard change anything about your perspective moving forward ?

“ well, ” an exasperated sigh escapes her lips and she reaches to apply her lip gloss, a knowing look at the camera, “ i guess i’ve got to crack on for real, don’t i ? what choice do i have ? ” 

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

“ i voted for angel. if i had the option, i probably would’ve voted for callie, too. i think out of everyone, they could probably most benefit from the alone time away from everyone else ? i don’t know if they’ve really talked about frankie or the more serious stuff. and he’s so into her, it’s really cute. it’s nice to see someone that’s actually all about callie and angel seems like he wants the same things she does out of this, like he’s just as serious about a real relationship. they seem like a good match. ” there’s a wistful, almost nostalgic smile on her lips, “ i was so fucking stubborn coming into this whole thing, and callie’s really made me look at shit differently than i normally would, like, several times in here. she’s a fucking force. i’ve never met anyone like her. so, okay, yeah, even if callie and i aren’t ever on the same page again . . . i’m always going to be rooting for her to find that, ” naomi adds. 

#* 🍦 NAOMI / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ prompts. ⠀ ❫ #crackon:prompt

[dontexpectmuch]

Wifey, i have an idea. Imagine Jude being so in love with his gf who has never seen snow before? He adores her so much that he secretly prays that it snows every day and they just play together like little kids do :(((((

Yes i’ve never seen snow. Fulfill my dream please 🧍🏻‍♀️

it seemed like sitting still on the couch was impossible for jude, shaking his leg, rubbing his hands together, getting up to look outside and then going back to sit on the couch was all he did for the past twenty minutes.

they said it would snow, just be patient, was what he kept telling himself over and over again, trying his best to keep his hopes up.

jude just really, really wants to experience your first snow together, he wants to see you all cuddled up in your big jacket and long scarf with your hat covering half of your face. you’d look so cozy, he thinks, it would be cold yet you would radiate your usual warmth mixed with excitement.

22:46. and still no snow. you must be in bed already, he thinks and the thought of yet another day of no snow made jude groan in frustration, angry at the weather forecast even if it primarily wasn’t their fault.

he got up from his spot, almost feeling stupid for spending his entire day in the living room while looking out of the window. he could’ve just spent the time with you, but you had some work left and told him to meet up tomorrow instead.

after his night routine and kissing his mums forehead good night, jude finds himself laying in his bed, phone in his hands as he checks up on your for the last time before also closing his eyes to get rest.

‘still no snow :(‘ he sends you the message, his face subconsciously mimicking the emoji that he used.

your reply came in seconds later, ‘komm schon jude! it’s fine, tomorrow will be better :)’

‘hopefully. i love you, good night’

‘love you too!’, jude could hear your happy voice in his head, the one that always tries to stay positive when he feels sad or hopeless. you really did always lift him up when he needed it the most.

sighing for the last time that day, jude puts his phone away and covers himself with his blanket, praying internally for a better day when he wakes up.

jude thinks he is dreaming as he feels something shake his body rapidly and just waves it off, trying to concentrate on the ball on his feet. at first it was faint, almost inaudible, then the volume increased until he finally heard his name being called out repeatedly.

“jude! c’mon you grandpa, it’s happening! get up, will you?!” your voice appeared next to his ear, straddling jude as he shots up, eyes wide as he looks at you in disbelief.

“dude, what are you doing here!” he exclaimed, heart beating fast as he tries to understand the situation.

“oh, wow.” you roll your eyes playfully, “i thought you’d be happy to see me first thing in the morning.”

now, jude grins, leaning forward on his hands as he kisses you on the cheek, “how about i show you how happy i really-“

shaking your head and pulling away from his touch, you cut him off, excitement entering your body again as you get up from your spot next to him, “no time for that, jude! get dressed! it snowed!”

“huh?”

jude looked around, noticing that his room was brighter than it usually was in the morning and when he looked out of the window, he couldn’t help but get out of his bed to get a closer look. there it was, his usual view of greenery now painted in white, children were playing outside, some elder people were shoveling their front porches.

“get dressed! i’ll be waiting outside!” you kiss his cheek for the last time and leave his room, getting impatient with how slowly jude moved around.

some minutes passed, maybe ten, but not a lot and now jude also stood outside, watching your happy figure create snow angels there, start to build a snowman here and just smiling at him whenever your eyes met.

jude always believed that you looked the best when you talked about something you were passionate about. though, it seems like he had to correct his ranking. excitement looked even better on you, your eyes shined like the moon when reflecting on the water, your smile warmes his insides like a nice hot chocolate after a day out in the cold.

if that is what you look like every time it snows, winter might just become his new favorite season of the year.

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i am hungry, so, so hungry.

#football one shot #football x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fluff #football

[gotatext]

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐲  ;    ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #3 !

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

   “ slept on my own and it fucking sucked balls, man !  i’m not doing that again tonight. no chance. i’ll fucking top and tail with naomi if i have to. ”  night one, he’d been eating pussy. night two, he’d had to up and leave the bedroom in the middle of the night because jenny and dante were being so fucking loud. it was like they were genuinely trying to rub it in people’s faces. “ it’s just dry, you know ? i can’t be bothered with it. there’s a reason jacqueline wilson wrote the sleepover club and not the sleeping alone club. ”  

are you getting on with any of the bombshells/originals ? who’s at the top of your list ?

  “ honestly, i thought i was making bare mates in here but it looks like they’ve all turned on me after that game. ”  it’s petty as fuck. it isn’t like he’s gone out of his way to cheat on romi with jenny — for starters, they weren’t even together — but then angel said he needs to remove the words ‘game’ and ‘challenge’ from his vocabulary if he ever wants a shot at getting romi back. and obviously, he does. “ i just feel like everybody in here is fickle as fuck. not angel, though, he’s my boy. ”

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

   “ well i was gonna focus all my energy on romi, wasn’t i ?  but i guess that’s gone out the window now... ”  jude lets out a harrowing sigh, thousand-yard staring just to the left of the camera.  “ i’m still gonna fucking try, obviously, because we’d be stupid to throw away something good over a stupid fucking mistake and some insecurity. but i don’t know if i’m fighting a losing battle. i feel like romi’s the kinda person who, once their mind’s made up there’s no changing it. ”  at the fire pit, it felt like they’d just gone round in fucking circles.  “ i’m assuming romi’s getting to know other people now. i mean, i saw them talking to dante. part of me feels like i should do the same and get to know jenny. like, actually this time, because before i was kinda holding back. but i don’t know, it’s like the bed’s not even fucking cold and already it’s like crack on, lad, you’ve only got however many days left and then you’re done. it’s fucked. ”  yeah, maybe he should have saved the thoughtless decisions for when he was back at the main villa. there’s no way he’s getting back now.

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

 “ obviously the fucking jenny thing was the most memorable, jesus christ, are you dim. ”   this interview is throwing him through the fucking ringer, leg bouncing and anxious to make a getaway, but he knows they won’t let him off that easy. this — seeing him sweat — is good television. they can say what they want about therapy on the outside, but all these fuckers care about is a good show.  “ not even because it was a good kiss, like the kiss itself was fine, whatever, jenny’s a good kisser, but like, everything that happened after... i had no idea that shit would kick off, or i would’ve just kissed angel. but yeah, like i said, i didn’t think it through. wasn’t that deep. at least not on my end, but i can see now why that would have come across as dickish. ”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“ what postcard ? ”  jude’s not being facetious, he’s genuinely confused. must’ve been moping by the pool when that one happened, too pissed to even follow the sound of charlene’s screaming. “ i don’t know nothin’ about no postcard ?  who went on holiday ?”

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

  “ angel, cos he’s my boy and he deserves to hit it.  ”  even if callie doesn’t seem like the type to put out, he’s sure they’d find some way to spend the time.  “ it was the only option. there’s no one else i want in there. if it’s not angel, i’ll actually be fuming on his behalf. that boy’s the fucking salt of the earth. i’ve known him two days and i’d honest to god take a bullet for him.  like, my head was spinning out last night and he proper calmed me down. they hit the nail on the head calling him that, man. ”

if you could have voted for an original to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?

 “ callie. nothing personal. same reasons as before. ” jude shrugs, leaning back against the beach chair. his energy’s still antsy, but less so now that he’s not talking about romi, or jenny or both of them. it’s like angel’s ability to centre him has impacted him so profoundly that even speaking about him calms him down.  “ my boy needs a good shagging. he’d be proper attentive. even if nothing happened, like... i want them to have that time, bro. i think they could make a real go of it. ”

#crackon:prompt

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Seventeen (Part 3)

By the time it’s over I spot Claire and Shane coming out of the crowd. I feel miserable and my head aches. 

“That was unreal!” Claire whoops, running to throw her arms around me. 

“Yeah. Were you in the mosh pit?” I ask incredulously and she laughs. “What the hell, no! It looked like murder in there. I wouldn’t have come out alive. We were there.” She points over to the right hand side where the crowd was a lot more civilised. She looks at me and wets her thumb to run it under my eye. “You’ve just smudged a little bit here.”

“Well, did you enjoy it, Evie?” Shane wants to know, and I tell him that I did, but I’m tired now and I might call it a night and go back to the tent. 

“Ah you can’t.” Claire insists. “The rave is starting soon, it’ll be great gas.”

“I don’t know though, I’m fairly wrecked, and I have a headache.”

“That’ll be the wine.” She says sympathetically, and reaches into her tiny little bag to fetch a packet of paracetamol. ‘Take two, you’ll be fine.” I do as she says and swallow them down with water, and as it hits my dry throat I realise I haven’t had any all day. I finish it off greedily and then apologise for it, but she says she doesn’t care. 

“Well, are we raving or what?” Joe has materialised along with everybody else and he’s rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the next event like the way flies do when they land on your lunch. 

“I don’t think I want to go.” I say, stealing a quick glance at Jude to gauge what his feelings are about that, but he doesn’t seem to have any. His hair is all messed up from shoving other men around, as is his collar, a little bit stretched out like someone has swung themselves from it, but his face is still oddly blank. I have to have a stern word with myself about how it can’t be all my fault he’s in a bad mood so that I don’t start crying again. 

“You’ll come.” Claire says decisively. “Sure you’ve had your Panadol now, you’ll be grand in a few minutes.”

“Yeah come on Evie, she’s the birthday girl, you have to do what she says.” Shane ruffles my hair and I pull my head away from him with a miserable little whimper. “Fine. Okay. I’ll come, but it’s only ‘cause it’s your Big Special Birthday.”

We head down towards the rave tent then, stopping to queue for more drinks, and I manage to convince Jen to buy me something. “One” she insists, so I choose a shot of Sambuca and gulp down the whole disgusting thing right before we go inside the tent, hoping it will make me feel better, but of course, it doesn’t.

There’s a different atmosphere completely inside the nylon walls. The music has already started, and it’s this deep, thumping bass sound that is so concentrated into this small area that it overwhelms me. Strobe lights bounce off every surface, and the ground is reverberant with jumping feet as the crowd lose it, hands in the air. There’s a guy on the stage wearing a giant round chicken head and leaping around madly, but I only catch glimpses of him between the flashes of white light and the gaps between the people on the floor. It’s so bizarre and I start to feel a bit dizzy, and it doesn’t feel real. 

I blink hard to try and adjust to the shock of this new weird environment, having never been in a place like this before. Maybe awkward teenagers aren’t supposed to be. How could I possibly enjoy this? My temples are still throbbing painfully. I spot Shane and Claire in a passionate embrace at the side of the tent, but I’ve already lost the rest. I think that the theme of this festival is just me getting lost over and over again and nobody ever noticing that I’m gone. I stand and look up at the stage, and then eventually start moving around and jumping like everyone else as I feel the warm sambuca inside me start to coil its tendrils into me, making me feel all loose and silly, and then eventually I stop caring that I’m on my own. Maybe I’ll get really lost tonight and then see if someone comes to find me. I’m sure that will make me feel better… 

There’s a guy next to me, and he’s small and skinny with dark hair, and after a while I realise he’s staring right at me, his mouth curled up at the sides and an odd, dopey expression. He weirds me out a bit, but I feel like I should acknowledge him out of sheer politeness so I turn to him and say hi. His eyes are black, like they’re all pupil.

“Hello.” He says with a loping smile. “How are you?”

“Good.” I say. “Are you… um, enjoying the set?”

He laughs and then calls me by someone else’s name, which is when I realise that he doesn’t necessarily know where he is. He seems pretty twisted, actually. 

“Are you okay?” I ask him, and he just takes a step towards me. "Awh, you’re so cute.” He slurs and then suddenly he’s on top of me, his horrible, wet mouth wide open over mine, his slimy tongue in my mouth, and his hand reaching for my chest. He grabs me, and the sensation is so shocking that I feel a bolt of disgust and terror surge through all my nerve endings. I wrench myself away from him and stumble backwards, using my arms to cover up myself while my heart thumps beneath my ribs. I feel violated and sick, and I look around to see if there was anybody who saw it happen. 

I’m just about convinced that nobody did, when someone appears out of nowhere, a blur of white and denim, and shoves the skinny little man right onto the ground. There’s barely any resistance, he just buckles, and then lies there face up with boggling eyes, flailing like a fish. 

Jude is standing over him with clenched fists, and I watch him pull back and kick the other guy right in the back, and the sound of it makes me wince. It’s not like it is in films, it’s more real: A sickening fleshy thwack followed by a pained yelp, and I wonder if he’s kicked a rib in. Everyone starts turning around to look at what’s happening, and I suddenly feel very sober for the first time since lunch. He looks huge in comparison, all six feet and three inches of him towering over my assailant, and although I can’t see his face, his stance is intimidating.

In a beat Shane is in front of him, and he’s got his hand on his chest physically blocking him from doing anything else crazy. “Listen.” He says in his best calm voice. “There’s no point, I think he’s high, he’s just a small, pathetic little man, just leave him rot.” Jude takes a reluctant step backwards, but before leaving he leans over the writing man and hisses poisonous words at him. I’d never imagined him being this way, and it would have shocked me, only it was directed towards this particular specimen who’s now scrambling to his feet, and I don’t feel sorry for him at all.

Once Shane has pushed Jude out of the tent he comes back for me. “Come on, Evie, I don’t want that weirdo trying to have another go at you.” He takes my arm to shuffle me outside into the night air. 

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me.” I bleat.

“It’s my job. I told your mam I would.” He leaves me there while he goes back inside to make sure Claire hasn’t also been subject to a mauling. 

Jude is sitting on a bench nearby with his head hanging low. He doesn’t even look up when I come to sit with him and start nervously wringing my hands in my lap. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. We just sit.

“Jesus christ.” He says eventually. “I’m sorry I did that.”

“I feel like he kind of deserved it.” I say. “He was a weirdo.”

He laughs dryly and squeezes his eyes shut to rub them with the heels of his hands. “He was more than a weirdo. I watched the whole thing happen, I don’t even have words for what he is.”

“Maybe the last kick was excessive.” I comment.

“I had to do it.” He leans back then and sighs, his head lolling over the back of the bench, and I gaze at the long line of his tanned throat. “Well, maybe I didn’t, but I wanted to.” he pauses. “I regret it though, it was fairly horrible.”

“Thank you all the same.” I say. “Nobody has stood up for me that way before.”

“I don’t know what difference it’ll make, like, in terms of the greater good. That guy had no idea what was going on, and tomorrow he’ll just wake up with a sore back and no thoughts in his thick head. He’ll live to grope another day.”

“It was scary.” I admit. “I’ve never had something like that happen before, I didn’t know it could feel so awful.”

He turns his head to look at me and says seriously: “That shit should never happen to you.”

“I think it’s just part of being a girl.”

“Well, I wish it wasn’t.”

“Yeah me too.” 

The surge of emotion I feel when I look at him could be adrenaline, I might be drunk, but I also might actually be in love with him. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, and I just sit there gazing into them while they search my face. I’d give just about anything to know what he’s thinking about. 

“Yesterday you wanted to take me somewhere.” He says finally. “Will you show me?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll show you.” and I take him by the hand and lead him away from the tent and the horrors it contains and towards the twinkling lights across the field.

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[bluejayblueskies]

i cannot stop thinking about tma hell's kitchen au

(@f0xesand0wls thank you for enabling me)

- elias is the head chef, and peter and gertrude are his sous chefs. there are 20 total chefs in the competition: red team: jon, tim, georgie, daisy, naomi, agnes, gerry, jordan, helen/michael, oliver blue team: martin, sasha, melanie, basira, mike, jude, julia, jared, jane, manuela

- the black jackets are jon, martin, tim, sasha, georgie, and melanie, and the finalists are jon and martin. the winner is probably martin, but it doesn't really matter, because the actual plot of this is a jonmartin rivals-to-friends-to-lovers slowburn

- annabelle is the one who puts all of the film and audio together at the end. jmart watch the show once it's put on television and go 'what the fuck i didn't say any of that' because that's how reality tv is babey

- martin is one of those chefs who does poorly at the beginning but gets better and ends up in the final two. even though he's not on the same team as jon, jon is like 'this guy sucks' and maybe martin messes something up for jon early on and jon decides he does not like martin.

- jon is so nervous that he's going to screw up and get sent home early (he doesn't have formal culinary training and feels deeply underqualified) so he's very stiff and overly professional at the beginning. he relaxes over time as he becomes more confident in his own cooking and as he does well at challenges and dinner services.

- somewhere around chapter/episode 5, martin tells jon that he doesn't have any formal culinary training and that he said he did in order to get into the restaurant job he had prior to coming on the show. he's been cooking for his mother since he was ten though, and jon surprises himself by saying that that's a lot more impressive than studying technique in france or something. that's the catalyst of their transition from rivals into friends

- somewhere around episode 8, jude (who got switched to the red team a few episodes prior) gets eliminated, but on the dinner service before she does, there's an incident in the kitchen and jon's hand gets burnt pretty badly (not so badly that he has to go home, and he fights through the rest of dinner service because of course he does). he insists he doesn't have to go to the hospital for it, and elias reluctantly agrees and has the medic look at it. in the dorms later, martin helps jon unwrap it and put more burn cream on it and change the bandages and... yeah <3

- daisy and jon do not get along at first, and daisy actually tries to sabotage jon early in the season/fic. jon nearly gets eliminated because of it and he is not happy. then, a good few episodes later, the red team wins a challenge and they go on some sort of outdoorsy award and something happens and jon saves daisy from getting seriously injured. they're on better terms after that.

- when jon, tim, sasha, martin, melanie, and georgie get black jackets, elias (like every actual season of hell's kitchen) brings their family members/friends in for them to see. jon gets his grandmother, tim his brother, sasha her mother, georgie her best friend alex, and melanie some of her ghosthunt uk (the restaurant) friends. the only person martin has is his mother, and they tell him that she was too sick to come, but he can't shake the feeling that she just didn't want to. she didn't even agree to make him a video. it's a very awkward affair, and after the challenge (which tim wins) jon stands by martin while they're... idk, peeling 200 pounds of potatoes or something and they talk about it and they talk about a lot of their personal lives. for most of the competition, they're very aware that they're on camera at all times, but jon decides that being there for martin is more important than worrying about that.

- jon wins the next black jacket challenge and, when asked who he wants to invite on the reward, invites martin. they get to go wine tasting in a beautiful vinyard together and then they get some time to sit in the vinyard and just relax. martin probably realized he had a crush on jon around... episode/chapter 8? pretty soon after his admission that he doesn't have formal training. this episode is when jon realizes that he has a crush on martin, and the wine tasting suddenly seems very romantic and he gets very flustered. martin just thinks he's getting nervous since they're getting closer to the end of the competition.

- it's martin and jon in the finals. martin has tim, melanie, basira, and agnes on his bridage and jon has sasha, georgie, daisy, and gerry. in the middle of the entrees, something goes very wrong in martin's kitchen (not because of martin, because agnes burns like... ten racks of lamb or something ridiculous like that) and it looks like martin might not even be able to finish and he's freaking out just a little bit, so jon does something incredibly stupid and tells sasha to take charge of the kitchen for a moment and goes over into the other kitchen and pulls martin aside and takes martin's hands in his and is like 'it's okay, you're okay, everything's going to be okay. you're extremely talented and an amazing chef and an amazing person and i love you and this is not your fault and you're going to go back out there and get things back on track.'

jon goes back to his kitchen, elias yelling at him the whole way, and martin kicks agnes out and gets his kitchen back under control and they have no other issues that night. and martin's brain completely skips over the 'i love you' until the end of service, when the adrenaline wears off and they start to clear down and jon gives him this smile and suddenly martin remembers and he's like 'oh fuck'

but jon doesn't say anything about it so martin assumes he hadn't meant to say it, because of course he didn't, because they're competing for a job and $250,000 and he probably just heard jon wrong or something. jon probably said 'i love your cooking' and martin's just being stupid and letting his crush get away from him. so they both go back and sit in the dorms and wait for elias to call them up to his office. meanwhile, jon also remembers that he accidentally let i love you slip and he's having a bit of a crisis about it because on the one hand he meant it, but on the other hand he should not have said it then and martin hasn't said anything, so maybe he didn't even hear.

still, martin needs to thank jon. so he's eventually like 'thank you for what you did back there. i don't think i would have made it through service without what you said.' then, after a moment, because it is a competition: 'why did you help me? you could have let me drown and you'd have a secure win'

and jon just shrugs and says, 'because you needed help, and i... i care about you. i didn't want to see you fail. you are a good chef, martin, and i... i know you deserve this job just as much as me. you can go work at elias's restaurant and i can go back to mine and... and that'll be okay, if that's what happens'

and martin realizes suddenly that jon lives across the country from him normally and he doesn't know if he'll be able to see jon after this (chefs are busy people, after all, not a lot of time for family and such) and before he can really think about it he's like 'i wouldn't be okay with that' and then when jon just looks at him he clarifies, 'i... i don't want to just go back to living in [washington?], working all day and coming home to an empty apartment, and you'll go back to [new york?] and i... will i even see you again? because it's been so nice, being here, being with you, and i want to see you again, jon. every day.' he hesitates a moment, then decides fuck it, if i'm wrong, at least i'll only be embarrassed for a little while longer and says, 'what you said during service. did you mean it?'

and jon, tentatively, is like, 'that you're a good chef? yes, martin, i meant it, of course i did' and martin's like 'no, the... the other thing you said. right in the middle of it all. i- i don't know if i heard you right, and i just... i need to know if you meant it'

and it would be easy for jon to say no, to pretend like he didn't. but instead, he sits next to martin on the couch and takes martin's hand in his and nods and says, 'i... i've meant it for quite some time, i think' and he smiles at martin, a little bit shy, and martin's overwhelmed with affection and he reaches for jon's face, leans forward, and--

and the phone rings. unfortunately. because elias made a decision

- martin's door opens and jon's doesn't. jon thinks he should feel crushed, and he does feel disappointed, but mostly he's just so, so happy for martin. martin is stunned, and tim and sasha and georgie and melanie and basira and daisy are waiting for him below to congratulate him. martin's stuck in a round of thank yous when he turns and sees jon, who's run down the stairs to join the celebration and is looking at martin with those same eyes he would get when he was determined to win a challenge or finish a dish that needed two more minutes in one minute. and then jon just hugs martin, so tightly martin can barely breathe, and he mumbles into martin's neck, 'i would very much like to kiss you, but i very much do not want our first kiss to be on national television' and martin laughs and hugs jon tightly in return and mumbles back, 'i love you too, jon. just in case it wasn't obvious' and even though jon just lost, he's never been happier

- (they watch the show when it comes out together half a year later, in the little bit of free time they have around running their own respective restaurants, and they spend the whole time picking it apart

jon: okay i did not say that, where did they even get that from??

martin: god do i really look like that from behind...

jon: oh christ. martin, i- i think they thought i wanted to have sex with you. ugh, they've put on weird romantic music. red lighting. i hate this. i clearly did not--no, martin, don't give me that look, you know what i mean.

martin: wow, this makes us look like terrible chefs

and, at the end:

jon: christ, of course they were recording us in the dorms after the last service. this is a cooking competition, not a romance.

martin: eh, it was a bit of a romance.

jon: hush, i'm trying to watch. they're about to announce the winner. i don't have much hope for this chef martin; after all, he did burn that risotto back in episode 2--

martin, trying not to laugh while he glares at jon: oh my god jon let it go)

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #i have so many aus already rolling around in my head begging to be written but 👀 #have another incredibly obscure one relevant solely to my own interests lol #my fic #my writing #basically lol this is... a lot