JAY B Fic Recs
M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending
None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works
The Back-Up - one-shot, 12K - by @inyournightmares97 - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE - not mature but suggestive
The Leading Lady - one-shot, 11.6K - by @inyournightmares97 again because they have amazing works -> F / HpE
Chocolate Eyes - one-shot, 19.5K - by... you guessed it @inyournightmares97 because they write Jaebeom beautifully -> A / F / HpE
DREAMIN' - one-shot, 15K - by yes, again, @inyournightmares97 -> A / F / HpE
Illecebrous - one-shot, 2.9K - by @flurrys-creativity - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Mistletoes & Christmas sweaters - one-shot, 4.2K - by @flurrys-creativity again, just do yourself a favor and read all their works -> M / F / HpE
Moonlight Café - two-shot, 15.9K - by @milfgyuu - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Wet - one-shot, 8.2K - by @spacequokka - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Out of this World - one-shot, 11K - by @kpopchangedme - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
mistletoe? oh no! - one-shot, 6.9K - by @wonderlustlucas - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE
Bad Habit Series by @jae-daddy - full Masterlist - please go through their masterlist, their Jaebeom works are unbelievably good -> M / A / F / HpE
Please mini Series by @jae-daddy again because I ALREADY TOLD YOU THEY ARE AMAZING -> M / A / F / HpE
Vermillion Series (Ongoing) by @flowered-mp3 - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Far From Home Series by @red-exo - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
to kill an empire Series by @ahgaseda - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Fragrances & Lost Fragrances Series by @jj-ktae - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F / HpE
Erotica Series by @jj-ktae again because their stories are absolutely brilliant -> M / A / F / HpE
HOLIC Series by @taexual - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
What I Wouldn't Give mini Series by @flowerbeom - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Tension - one-shot, 6.6K - by @flowerbeom again because they are a brilliant writer -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Dating Lessons - two-shot, 18.4K - by @parkhabits - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Five Minutes - one-shot, 7.2K - by @parkhabits again because they are an amazing GOT7 writer
Worth Fighting For - one-shot, 5.7K - by @prettywordsyouleft - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F / HpE
Poets and Parties - one-shot, 5K - by @kpopfanfictrash - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Check Your Messages - one-shot - by @kwrittink - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Taming The Brat Series by @deliriousscenarios - full Masterlist - THIS one is my favorite ever. I've re-read this more times than I can count -> M / A / F / HpE
Before Sunset - one-shot - by @mintjoonlep - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
INDEFINITELY Series by @noona-clock - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE
hypnotic - two-shot, 23.7K - by @tuanhood - full Masterlist - this one is one of my absolute favorites as well -> M / A / F / HpE
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YASSIFIED (jude bellingham x reader)
summary : in which y/n & jude share silly banter on social media
face claim : wolfiecindy
notes : this is short, silly, boring, no plot and kinda stupid so sorry bout that xx anyways dont be a ghost reader please ! this idea went to my mind right when i saw those pictures lmfaoooo
pairings : jude bellingham x model!reader
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yourusename now I'm lyin' on the cold hard ground
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user mother is mothering
user AAAAAAAAAAAH so fine
user jude in the likes .. ð
user guys that's my girlfriend !!
user the prettiest
judebellingham get ur ass up from the cold floor ??
- yourusername what the fuck jude
user can jude fight .
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yourusename how i sleep knowing no girl gets on his nerves more than me #sassymenapocalypse
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user i know a sassy man..
user does this sassy individual play football perchance.. ?
- user you cant just say perchance
judebellingham this is incorrect tho
- yourusername why huh
- judebellingham ur missing those big ass plushies
- yourusername oh okay, youre blocked!
user their interactions r so funny
user funniest "not a real" couple ever
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judebellingham #ad #skimsformen
yourusername THEY DONE YASSIFIED BRO ð
- judebellingham yk i look good
- yourusername u literally look oiled up
user hes so fine
user FOR FREEEE ??????
user pick me
- user to be your wife plsplspls
user pero juuuuude ð¥
user praying my girl doesnt see this
user hes making me question my sexuality
yourusername bro is stealing my job
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yourusername okay guys.. cats out the bag.......! (barca is still better)
user idk if i should be happy or sad
user WHAT THE FUCKCKCKCFHDJFE
judebellingham wow i look good
- yourusername look at ME silly!
- judebellingham youre right gorgeousðÂ
- yourusername i weirdly dont believe you
user it couple
user victoria and david of the century (funny enough, my name is victoria lmfao)
user idk who i want to be
- user i do! jude is one lucky mf
user shes everything and hes just.. ken
took me straight up like an hour idk i just wanted to post something instead of studying for a "školská" from maths
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DO I WANNA KNOW? | JB22
Scenario: in which a series of unexpected events, starting with being stuck in the same hotel room with a single bed, takes teammates yn ln and jenson button from major rivals to lovers.
Pairing: jenson button x fem!reader
A/N: no one asked for this but LAWD I LOVE JENSON BUTTON. i had to do something about it ð shoutout to @renarots for supplying memes and 4 am brain rot that contributed to the making of this fic and most of my other ones too
NOTE: yn and jenson drive for mercedes (i had to do this for my own sanity)
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racing_news jenson button responds to questions about his relationship with teammate yn ln following this weekends rumors.
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formulawrld idec about the rumors jenson looks so fine bro
formulavettel i bet seb knows all the tea about them. sebastian please spill
webbersebberf1 ð€š surely they could have just gotten another room? they have the money for it. idk, me thinks theyâre dating and trying to keep it secret
‷ ferrarilvr LITERALLY. you genuinely cannot convince me that they arenât dating after this
‷ shumione you genuinely thing theyâre together even with how much they clearly donât like each other?
‷ ferrarilvr ð€·ð»ââïž things change and honestly i feel like theyâve had feelings for each other and just didnât want to admit it
It had been three months since the âhotel incidentâ. Finally, you texted him. You werenât sure what to expect from him, but you were ultimately relieved by his response, and didnât wast a single moment on making your way to him.
With each step you take, a small splash sounds beneath your feet. Rain patters on the ground, and you pull your jacket closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold gust of wind that blows through the night. Each stride is powerful and determined - the truth is, you like Jenson. What once was a deep disdain for the man has somehow formed into a blossoming adoration for him. Miscommunications and mistakes lead you down the wrong path with him, but ever since the night of the âhotel incidentâ â as you, Jenson, and your team call it â you havenât been able to see him in a bad light.
âLook, iâm sorry,â Jenson says, his expression softer than it had ever been towards you. You were almost offended, thinking he was about to try and make you feel bad, but that wasnât the case. âYouâre more than welcome to go - actually, iâll pay for your hotel room if you want to leave, but if youâre choosing to stay, iâll give you your space.â It was unlike him, at least, the him that you knew. He seemed remorseful and genuine, like you and him were anything but rivals. It made your heart beat just a little faster in your chest, and you couldnât deny how strangely right it felt to be in the same bed with him. Even sharing the room was almost natural.
You turned away from each other to change, but both of you were guilty of peeking over your shoulder. Your eyes lingered for longer than youâd ever admit, but the same went for him. Neither of you could muster the courage to say anything, to address the tension between you both, and despite what should have been an awkward atmosphere, you both found yourselves comfortable in each others presence, even with the weight of your forbidden thoughts.
Not much happened after that, truthfully. Things did change though. Suddenly, his presence didnât irk you, and you could never get on his nerves. You worked together more willingly, almost volunteered, and through those minor changes, you both came to realize how wrong youâd been about the other. Sure, Jenson had his moments, but he was sweet, a genuine and polite guy. You werenât entitled the way Jenson thought - in fact, you were humble, kindâŠand how could he ever not see just how beautiful you are?
He doesnât know the answer to that, but now, knowing that youâre moments away, he finds himself anxious. In a good way. Heâs excited to see you, and he laughs to himself about how ironic that is given how he used to dread seeing you. A knock on his door draws him back to reality, and he knows itâs you. Outside of the hotel room, you wait impatiently, and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally opens the door. Instanly, like an instinct, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his warmth. His reaction is just as instinctive, and he wraps his arms around you, guiding you into the privacy of his room.
For the first time, you talked. Not yelled, not argued, just spoke to one another. It was a completely different experience for the two of you, one that you never thought would come of your relationship, but it came to you naturally. The warm touch of his hand holding yours, the somehow assuring and slightly intimidating way he looked at you as you spoke, the way he didnât just listen to you, he heard you. And, you did the same for him. Though he didnât have much to say, you listened and heard, and soon, you felt as though youâd only just met him, yet known him for years. Not the rival Jenson, but a Jenson you could get used to, one that you didnât back away from when he leaned in.
It was a small, sealing kiss that he placed on your lips. One to really ensure that all of this was happening, that things were changing between the both of you, and you both accepted it, with a weight lifting off of your shoulders.
mercedesamgf1
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mercedesamgf1 last time in Abu DhabiâŠ
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hereforbutton okay but are jenson and yn dating? PLEASE TELL US
formulaobsessed ARE YOUR DRIVERS DATING? YES OR NO?
‷ mercedesamgf1 ð€
‷ hereforbutton okay so what the fuck does that mean
formulayn we do NOT care about jenson rn where is my wife
mercamgfan maybe this time donât prioritize the inferior driver ðð» yn deserves her wdc
hereforyn iâm so scared that this race is gonna send yn and jenson back into their rival arc
‷ jensonbuttonlvr NO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. i cant handle them going back to rivals now
‷ ynsgirlie i know. now that we have them being nice, i canât imagine going back to what they used to be
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mercedesamgf1 OUR WORLD CHAMPION â€ïž an exceptional performance from yn today, and a well deserved win. thank you for another amazing year, @/the.ynln
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the.ynln iâm gonna cry ð thank you guys so much.
formulayn THATS MY FUCKING WIFE IM SO PROUD OF HER
buttonynamg MY BABIES P1-P2 IN WDC IM SO PROUD RIGHT NOW
formulaobssesed whoâs here after the post race interview? ð€
‷ markwebba I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA FALL IN LOVE
‷ jensonsbutton bro jenson was heart eyes for her in the whole interview and the way he kissed her cheek when she started talking about their relationship ð he was so gentle
‷ hereforbutton what got me was her getting emotional about the win and him hugging her like :( i was always hoping theyâd start getting along but i did not expect them to become like this
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Just A Phone Call Away
In which: While Jude is away at camp in England, him and reader yearn for each other, their desires turning an innocent check-up call into something more.
Warnings: Mutual masturbation, cursing, praise!kink, vocal Jude, mentions of semen.
"Love on me baby"
â§ïœ¥ïŸ: *â§ïœ¥ïŸ:*
9:45
walking through the front door of your silent home, you sighed, dropping your purse onto the table that stood to the right as you entered. Today was one of the most stressful days at work you'd ever had. Pulling your phone from your pocket you see 4 missed calls and 6 texts from Jude, he had been away in England for international break. "fuck" you whispered under your breath. Jude had been frantically calling and texting you because you're usually home by around 5:30, giving him a call by no later than six. You text him back, explaining the situation and letting him know that you would be calling him immediately after you took a shower.
Making your way up the stairs you began carelessly stripping your clothes, leaving them scattered along the steps during your decent. Walking directly to your bathroom you turn on the shower water and turn around to look in the mirror as the water heats. You had missed Jude so much, you needed him on days like these, yes, it had never been something you enjoyed when he had to go away to camp, but today had just felt empty and dull without him, to avoid prolonging the amount of time he had to wait for your call, you headed into the shower. The warm water running down your back like a wave of relief, causing you to almost fall into a daydream like state, you wished your boyfriend had been here, to care for you, to hold you, to fuck you. Into your shower your ache for him began to grow, in different ways, your hands began to travel down your body, straying from your stomach, bringing them back up you cup your breasts, one in each hand, with nothing but Jude on your mind, his physique, his care, his patience, and most of all his skill when it came to pleasing you.
Stepping out of the shower you dry off and slip on a pair of panties and one of Jude's t-shirts. You settle yourself on your bed and grab your phone from the bedside table to call him. "Hi love" Jude's voice echoed through the phone, his smile audible. "Hi baby" you respond, nearly melting into the pillows from the comforting sound of his voice. "Tell me about your day love, let it off, I'm here to listen", something you admired about Jude, the way he was always willing, no matter how much you rambled or complained about nonsense, he still wanted to be there to listen to you and comfort you. "Js missed you babe" you respond with a sigh. The achy feeling between your legs returning.
Finding a random burst of confidence you interrupt Jude and asked "Are you alone?" "Yes love, why?", he knew why, he knew you better than the lines on his own hand, "I wanna do something" you whispered, the confidence you had just seconds ago, dwindling. "aww does my baby miss me, miss how I fuck her?" he teased at you "oh shut up" you whined, hands traveling down your body, to settle between your legs. "What'r you wearing love?" he asked, making note of your shaky breathing and hums of satisfaction. "Your shirt, and my red panties, the ones you bought me." you described. "take em off love," he said while shuffling to push his boxers down his hips, leaving him fully naked. "need you so bad baby" you sighed. "m'sorry my love, i'll be back home soon, n I'll fuck you good baby, just how you want it". His words going directly to your aching core,
Delving your fingers into your panties, you begin to imagine Jude on top of you, hands caressing your hips, fingers hooking the sides of your panties, removing them slowly. "Need you to come back baby" you whined into the phone, throwing your head back at the feeling of your fingers finally meeting your clit, your words drawing a deep moan from Judes lips. On the other end of the call, there he was, hand going up and down his cock, lingering slightly at his tip. You were all that was on his mind, the taste of you, your lips, your feel, and most of all, your wet cunt, always happy to take him.
Your fingers going lower to find your hole, and his fist swirling around his tip, pre cum leaking onto his hand. The two of you continue on, talking each other to your highs. As your stomach began to tighten, you cried out for Jude, like he was in the room with you "I know baby, I know" he moaned. "Im gonna fucking cum" you said in a strained voice, head thrown back against the pillows on your bed, legs spread with the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, your other hand cupping your breast. "Cum with me baby" Jude replied breathlessly.
Biting down on your lip, you began pumping your fingers inside of yourself even faster, letting out breathless, whiney moans. Jude taking deep inhalations on the other end of the call, the two of you reaching your highs simultaneously, a moment of pure bliss.
"I really gotta get back soon now that I know how much you've been missing me huh baby?"
so sorry about how late this was I've been cooking all day ð
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this photo is so blurry but OMG ONE CHANCE PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE JULIEN PLEASE
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His best outfit ð« ð€
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GOT7
ð€ JINYOUNG
things that made him run to you // coming back to you // .starved // I wanna know everything, all about you
ð€ JACKSON
on being real // ð¥ realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever // acts of intimacy // nightmares // backseat love. // conversations with love // AM hours // you're sick
ð€ JAEBEOM
can I see you tonight?
ð€ YOUNGJAE
spillthetea.fm
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Goodnight Kisses - JayB
You knew JayB would berate you for still being awake when he got home, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Recently, you'd got into such a routine of going to be together that it just felt wrong trying to sleep when he wasn't there. You'd done everything you normally would before sliding under the covers, but without your good night kiss and the warmth of your man beside you, you just couldn't drift off.
JayB always promised you you'd still get your good night kiss if you were asleep when he got home but it wasn't the same. When you heard the front door open, you had a brief debate with yourself as to whether or not to feign sleep. As his gentle footsteps approached your room you decided against it, opting to greet JayB instead. You could tell he was trying to be quiet as he entered but you spoke up.
"Jae?"
"Ah, jagiya, why are you awake?" he whispered. There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke, negating any air of annoyance in his words.
"Can't sleep," you complained. "Not without my goodnight kisses."
"Just let me wash up and get changed and you can have all the kisses you want," he replied.
You groaned and stretched your arms out in his direction, hoping to summon him closer.
He chuckled as he approached you, shaking his head. "You're always so clingy when you're tired," he said running a hand through your hair.
You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair. All too soon he was pulling away again. Your eyes snapped open as you reached out to grab his hand and put it back. Unfortunately, in your sleepy state, JayB was quicker.
"I'm just getting ready for bed, jagi, then I'm all yours."
You still whined a little as he left you to head to the bathroom but you were for too tired to launch any sort of actual protest.
After far too long, he was climbing into bed behind you, enveloping you in his arms as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder.
"I love you, my needy jagi," he whispered.
You grunted at his teasing and snuggled further into his embrace.
There was a moments silence before you felt his finger tips digging into your waist and tickling you slightly. You squirmed but JayB didn't relent.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Who's needy now?" you retorted.
He tickled you again.
"I love you, too." You told him what he wanted to hear to stop the attack.
"That's better," he replied. "Sleep well."
With one last kiss placed gently on your neck, he held you tightly again, allowing you both to drift off to sleep, comforted by each others presence.
NAVIGATION Â | Â GOT7 MASTERLIST
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Stranded. (small teaser)
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Julien x singer! Reader - enemies to lovers
(based on one of my requests! ð€ð€ð€)
Description: after missing your flight to toronto for your next tour stop. youâre stranded in a random city with nothing but $20, a guitar, a suitcase full of clothes and a small tattooed guitarist who seems to not like you very much.
ââââ-
âknow where youâre going?â
âof course i fucking know where iâm goingâ you huffed, one hand on the suitcase, the other hand gripping the phone, google maps displayed on the screen.
âdoesnât seem like it.â you snap your head to glare at the other person beside you. sheâs staring at the sky, cigarette between her lips. leaned up against the wall, suitcase settled beside her with the guitar case propped up on the ground.
âhave you nothing better to do than complain?â you tilted your head, squinting as the rain splashed down aggressively on your head. one hand over your eyes. the tattooed woman shrugged her shoulders. âsâkinda fun watching you just give outâ she gave a nod towards the phone in your hand âstop getting distracted princess. we have places to beâ
âwe have places to beâ you mocked in a high pitched tone as you rolled your eyes âand whose fault is it that weâre in this situation?â
âhey, donât blame me! blame the taxi cabâ
â oh yeah. iâll blame the taxi driver who was late bringing us to the airport because you lost your goddamn phone in the hotel roomâ you waved your arms in the air as your voice got louder
âhow could i leave my phone there? it had all my documents, my lyrics and bank details on it!â julien snapped back.
âwe missed the fucking flight, julien! a flight to goddamn canada! weâre in californiaâ you sighed loudly, getting more annoyed.
âthere isnât any more flights this week, due to this stupid fucking storm. weâre stranded here and we have a show in two daysâ you wiped the rain off the phone screen, zooming in to look at the nearest location to a hotel.
âitâs fine-â julien leaned off the wall. grabbing her suitcase and guitar. âget a cheap hotel for the night, rent a car and drive over to toronto, simple. weâll make it there in no timeâ
âthatâs easy for you to sayâ you scoffed, walking ahead of her, following the map.
âitâs true. whatâs the worst that can happen?â
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got7
reactions
girlfriend hugging them in their sleep
deserted island au
high school au
gf is a demon
s.o is shy with skinship
s.o is self conscious
imagines
mark
jackson
thank you
bf! jackson
trying again
single dad au
jaebum
itâs not too late
get over here
not now (*M*)
carnation
bf! jaebum
christmas special
i want to do these things with you
jinyoung
youngjae
bambam
christmas special
yugyeom
bf! yugyeom
letâs go out
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Hii, i would like to request for Jude Bellingham ð«¶ð» The match between England and Slovakia just ended sooo i was thinking maybe some little angst with reader from Slovakia (because i'm from thereð«¶ð») like he would be sad if she wouldn't wear his jersey or her little mad after the match because her country lost, Thank you, have a great day ðð
PATRIOTIC (jude bellingham x reader)
summary : in which y/n is a true patriot to her country
face claim : no-one exact
notes : I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!! given the fact im also slovak (jedine vsÅŸ !!!). this match was a traumatic experience tbh and i was on the edge of my seat (literally) while watching.. i feel like jude is doing everything to go against my silly ahh.. first joining the rival (madrid) and now knocking out my country from the euros man.. since slovakia is gone, time to cheer for spain and netherlands #vamosandstuff
pairings : jude bellingham x slovak!reader
y/n, long time girlfriend of jude bellingham, could be considered a patriot when it came to sports. on an average day, you could say she hated slovakia. the politicians were horrid, inflation was growing by the week, dumb decisions made by the parliament. but when there was an international tournament, like the hockey world championship or the euros, her national pride was next level. she would proudly wear her jersey with the double cross and the red, white and blue colors and cheer for slovakia like her life depended on it.
this year, the euros were particularly exciting. slovakia had managed to advance to the round of sixteen after a tense tie with romania. the whole country was buzzing with anticipation. y/n, however, had a unique point of view on all of this. she was dating jude bellingham, the english youngster, and their teams were about to face off.
the atmosphere in the stadium was wild. y/n sat in her seat, heart pounding, wearing her slovakia jersey with her name on the back. jude knew she was here, but he didnât know sheâd be wearing that jersey. until now, hes only seen her wear an england jersey with a big number 10 on the back while he was playing. the round of sixteen had brought slovakia against england, and the tension was kinda scary.
the game started off intensely. slovakia's forward, ivan schranz, scored a goal in the 25th minute, sending the slovak fans into a frenzy. you could hear that "SLOVENSKOOOO" in your bones. y/n couldn't help but join in on the celebrations, her heart filling with pride. she glanced at jude on the field, knowing how badly he wanted to advance, but in that moment, all she wanted was for slovakia to beat england.
as the minutes ticked by, the match felt like it was dragging. england pressed hard, but slovakia's defense held strong. y/n's anxiety grew with each passing second. she knew jude was frustrated, but she also knew he was a relentless player.
then, in the 95th minute, jude did the unthinkable. he scored a stunning bicycle kick, tying the game. y/nâs heart sank. she wanted to jump up and celebrate his incredible goal, but the reality of what it meant for slovakia hit her hard. the game was now tied, and the prospect of overtime sneaked ominously.
another thing that kind of pissed y/n off was the way jude celebrated. i mean, come on. you scored against your girlfriend's national team, and that's how you celebrate? of course, it's a very passionate game, but it still hurt, obviously.
overtime began, and y/n's fear became reality. just 50 seconds in, harry kane scored, putting england ahead. slovakia struggled to find an equalizer, and as the final whistle blew, y/n felt a mix of anger, disappointment, and sadness. slovakia's journey in the euros was over, and it was mainly because of the man she loved.
after the match, jude came looking for y/n, a smile on his face. "did you see my goal?" he asked, clearly excited.
y/n, still wearing her slovakia jersey, felt a surge of annoyance. "yeah, i saw it," she replied curtly. jude's smile faded as he noticed her tone.
"what's wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"jude, read the damn room," y/n muttered, turning away. she didn't want to start an argument here, not now.
jude sighed, sensing her mood. "iâm sorry, baby. i know you wanted slovakia to win."
"of course i did? but it's not just that," she said, her voice softening slightly. "let's just drop it for now."
"alright then.." jude reluctantly agreed and went out to dinner with his teammates to celebrate. y/n stayed behind in their hotel room, her mind racing. she knew she was being irrational, but the mix of emotions was overwhelming. how could she be happy for jude when her own team had been eliminated?
hours passed, and when jude returned, the tension in the room was thick. y/n's frustration had only grown. jude, sensing the impending argument, he tried to lighten the mood. "you know, you looked cute in that slovakia jersey," he teased.
y/n glared at him. "really, jude? that's what you want to talk about right now?"
jude's expression hardened. "what's your problem, y/n? i played my heart out there."
"my problem?" y/n snapped. "my problem is that you ruined our chance. you ghosted the whole match and then suddenly scored a stinker in added time."
jude's eyes narrowed. "i was doing my job, y/n. iâm supposed to score goals, remember? and why the hell were you wearing that jersey anyway? do you have any idea how that made me feel?"
"oh, so now it's about your feelings?" y/n shot back. "you think itâs easy for me? watching you celebrate while my team gets eliminated?"
"and you think it was easy for me?" jude retorted. "seeing you cheer for the other team? i thought youâd at least be supportive of me, no matter what."
"other team?? you mean my team??? also, what do you mean by supportive?" y/n scoffed. "how can i support you when youâre one of the main reasons we lost? i know itâs just a game, jude, but it still hurts."
"youâre being ridiculous," jude said, his voice rising. "this isnât just about the game, is it?"
"of course it is! what are you on about?" y/n replied, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.
jude ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. "youâre mad at me for doing my job? for helping my team? you knew what this was from the start."
"it's not just about that! it's the way you celebrated, like you didnât care about what it meant to me!" y/n shot back, her voice breaking. "you scored a goal and acted like you won the fucking world cup. did you even think about how i felt?"
judeâs face softened slightly, but he was still visibly upset. "iâm a footballer, y/n. scoring goals is what i do. itâs my passion, my career. i canât just switch that off because of you."
"iâm not asking you to switch it off," she said, wiping her eyes. "iâm asking you to be considerate. to think about what it means for me and my country."
jude sighed deeply, frustration giving way to a partial understanding. "i get that, but you need to understand my side too. i canât not play my best because of our relationship. itâs unfair to my teammates, to the fans."
"i didnât mean to hurt you," jude said quietly. "i was caught up in the moment. iâm sorry if it came off wrong."
jude stared at her, his anger slowly giving way to realization. "y/n, i never wanted you to feel like that," he said, his tone softening. "i love you, and i cannot imagine you not supporting me from the sidelines."
y/n looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "okay. but next time, maybe donât celebrate like you just scored in the finals when you score against us."
jude chuckled softly, pulling her into a hug. "deal. and maybe next time, wear my jersey instead of yours?"
she laughed, the tension finally breaking. "weâll see about that."
as they held each other, y/n felt the weight of the argument lifting, replaced by a renewed sense of understanding and love. they might come from different worlds, but they were determined to make it work, no matter the challenges.
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Talking with J.B and Dale right after the rodeo since yâall volunteered to help clean up after the show.
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Melt
genre: fluff
Based on Kehlani's song, "Melt"
warnings: slight smut (under cut)
Sweet moments :ïŸâ§:ïŸ
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"I can't tell where your hair ends and mine begins.." "Love we've been in bed for hours", Jude said softly, simultaneously caressing your cheek. A look of endearment shone from his eyes. your hair, sprawled across your pillow, the pillow that Jude had somehow managed to squeeze his head onto as well. "Look baby, my hair is all over you", you laughed and pointed upwards to the dozens of curls that patterned over the satin pillowcase, "yeah, a few strands made their way onto my head as well it looks like", Jude replied with a gentle laugh.
"Being this close isn't close enough.." "This isn't so bad eh?" asked Jude with the slightest tinge of reluctance in his voice. "Jude I'm cold" you replied in an unamused tone. There the two of you stood, in an ice skating rink each dressed in shorts and t-shirts, your's unfortunately being cropped in addition, all due to Jude having a bright idea when he saw a sign for a new rink across the street from the outdoor mall the two of you had been venturing for the past few hours. "Hmm, come baby let's go sit in the bleachers." Jude suggested as a possible solution, the two of you, hand in hand, glided to the edge of the rink and removed your skates. Making your way around the few people scattered throughout the building, the two of you finally found a secluded place in the bleachers, almost like habit, you found yourself pushing your head into Jude's chest. "I'm still cold" you mumbled sarcastically, "I say we get closer and see if that helps", Jude returns, with a grin like no other.
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"You could tell every time we touch, every time we uh.." With your fingernails digging into Judes back, and his head in the crook of your neck, the two of you, exasperated and panting. "Baby I'm almost there" you whisper breathily into his ear, in response, he tightens his grip on your hip with one arm, and supports his weight with the other. The moment is pure, a private and personal display of affection for one another, pure intimacy. "I love you so much baby", Jude reiterates for what feels like the 200th time tonight, and you once again say the same as the two of you reach your highs simultaneously.
"Its when I melt into you..." "M'love why are you crying? What's going on?" Jude questioned wearily. He had just returned to Madrid after being in England for Int. camp for some time, you had missed him dearly. You found it hard to fall asleep, boring to stay home, and no fun to go out either, without Jude. "Nothings happened, just missed you so much baby" you reply stuffily, it may sound stupid to cry, and truthfully you didn't know why you were, but it was involuntary, they weren't tears of sadness, they were tears of relief, you were finally pressed into his chest again, basking in his warmth, and taking deep inhalations of his cologne that you'd grown so fond of. It was as if you found yourself melting into him, and a kiss on your temple from him was the bow on the present of a moment.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde
Characters: Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde
Additional Tags: Spring, Old Married Couple, Married Couple, Married Life, BAMF Hosea Matthews, Hosea Matthews Lives, Dutch van der Linde Has a Plan, Dutch van der Linde Lives, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Affection, Belly Rubs, Bees, Butterflies, Cute, Sleepy Cuddles, Video Game: Red Dead Online (2019), Minor Character Death, Reminiscing, vandermatthews, Hosea and Dutch are an old married couple, Good Parents Hosea Matthews and Dutch van der Linde, Mentioned Arthur Morgan, Mentioned John Marston
Summary:
Spring often brings new beginnings, but for one old man couple -- Hosea and Dutch -- it's another chapter in their lives. Who will spot the first bee of the season, who will see the first butterfly?
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Can I see you tonight?
âYou are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?â
The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. âYou cried so much because of that man-whore and now youâre going to his place? What is wrong with you?â
Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. âI canât believe youâre doing this. Whatâs your motive?â
You sighed in defeat. âSee, I thought about that, too. Itâs true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but Iâm not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I⊠I miss him. And I havenât heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what heâs got to say to me. Canât you understand that?â
Your friend sighed in annoyance. âWhat are you wearing?â
That question caught you by surprise. âHuh?â
âY/N, donât play dumb with me. What are you wearing?â
You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. âOh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?â
You gulped, not saying a word. âWhat are you wearing underneath?â
It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. âRed lacy thong..â, you mumbled. âAnd?â You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldnât see it. âNo bra.â
âY/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and youâre thinking of fucking his dick?â
Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasnât all wrong but she wasnât all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him â anything really that would make him regret dumping you.
You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.
âListen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isnât saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe Iâll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe Iâll use him just like he used me⊠Itâs been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, itâs not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.â
You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. âJaebeom, please donât make me regret this.â
His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.
âJB?â
He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didnât make it on time. âY/N! Iâm so happy to see you. Come on in!â
You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually â black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. âFuckâ, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.
âDid you eat? I cooked for us.â He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. âI made you tteokbokki. Itâs your favorite, right?â
You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. âIs it good?â You took a deep breath, nodding. âYes, but itâs so fucking spicy!â He sprinted over to you immediately. âOh, let me extinguish the heat then.â And with that he kissed you â sweetly and innocently.
You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. âCome on, letâs eat.â You barely touched your food â not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up âtil now you only talked about irrelevant things â what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.
He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.
âWhat?â
âSorry, I, I thought this would be easier but itâs not.. Itâs hard for me actually.â
You were confused. âWhat is?â
He grinned embarrassed. âSeeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that Iâm actually seeing you itâs so hard.â He gulped nervously.
A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldnât go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.
âGo on. You can do it, JB.â
He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.
âI wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasnât in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.â
He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?
You stood up and re-positioned yourself â on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeomâs eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.
âI am listening, Jaebeom.â
You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.
âI had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.â
You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. âDifferent how?â
Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.
âYou were one of a kind. You still are.â
You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.
âI had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my⊠worst.â
The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.
âListen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldnât live up to you. I wasnât the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didnât deserve to be with you.â
You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?
His honesty caught you off guard.
âI knew that you wouldnât let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did youâŠ?â He paused for a brief moment. âDid you forget about me?â
You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldnât help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. âI tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I⊠I always thought about you.â
You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. âFunny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.â
You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. âWhat changed? Why now?â
Jaebeomâs fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. âI wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.â He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. âI got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that Iâm bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know Iâm not perfect and I canât change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.â
He looked at you nervously. âWill you let me, y/n?â
You chuckled in relief, as well. âOf course, you idiot. Of course, I will.â
His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.
âI will make it up to you, y/n.â Kiss. âI missed you so fucking much.â Kiss. âGod, Iâm such an idiot.â Kiss. âWhat did I do to ever deserve you?â Kiss. âThank you.â Kiss. âThank you for giving me another chance.â Kiss. âI wonât fuck up this time.â Kiss. âI promiseâ. Kiss.
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