#fanfic rec🦢

[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: just a lovely morning with your boyfriend.

⟡ content: very fluffy, clingy jude, established relationship, short, around three hundred words.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts for a while, so thought i should post this because i have too many. requests are open:))

⟡ streaming: tip toe by hybs.

⟡ masterlist.

mornings with jude were usually hectic and far from peaceful. you would quickly get ready for your respective commitments and barely have any time for each other before rushing out the door.

but today was different. it was friday, and jude had been granted a few days off due to a shoulder injury. despite the unfortunate circumstances, jude was excited about the prospect of spending the entire day with you.

his plan was to stay in bed all morning, cuddling and making up for lost time, if you know what i mean. however, you had other plans in mind.

you were accustomed to waking up early and being productive. so as you attempted to free yourself from jude’s firm hold, he unconsciously grunted, his body pressing against yours.

nevertheless, you paid no attention to his murmurs and left the bed, causing jude to grumble even more.

“come back to bed,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how much he longed for you. “i’m tired,” he added, lightly tapping your pillow.

deciding to tease him, you donned an exaggerated pout and adopted a whiny tone, as if speaking to a child. “oh, you’re tired? i’m so sorry baby, it must be so difficult for you.”

jude expressed his annoyance, stating, “actually, scratch that. when i said i was tired, what i really meant was that i’m tired of you being a sarcastic little shit.”

you chuckled, returning to the bed with a gentle smile. “well, i’m your sarcastic little shit.” you playfully remarked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

jude seized the chance to embrace you, shifting his position so that he loomed over you with his much larger frame, making you nearly invisible beneath him.

“jude!” you gasped for breath, “do need to remind you that you’re six feet tall? you’re not exactly on the small side!”

he seemed unfazed by the fact that his weight was completely crushing you, and retorted mockingly, “i’m actually six foot one, baby.”

rolling your eyes, you chose not to respond and surrendered to jude’s agenda for the day.

to be fair, it wasn’t too bad at first. however, once his snoring started again, all you desired was to kick him from the bed.

[mariasont]

maria ♥︎ 21 ♥︎ she/her ♥︎ fanfic enthusiast/writer ♥︎ hotch & reid’s wifey

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♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ my side blog for fic recs = @hotchreidwifey

[captainswanholidayspecialreruns]

While I'm well aware that I said we'd only have submissions open until the 14th, I've been a little preoccupied this past weekend and haven't been able to put out a last minute reminder to get some submissions in! So, uh, here it is, and I've extended the timeline just a bit!

We'll be closing the submissions in 24 hours, so be sure to get your last minute recs in for spooky fanfics, fanart, and more! The link is found here!

We look forward to your reccomendations!!! 🏴‍☠️🧡🦢

👻kazzy!

[lostinwildflowers]

Hello there, this is the anon who asked about being your friend a while ago. I've come to ask a question. What are some of your favorite fanfics that you've ever read or written? I'm just looking for something good to read.

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Hello my dear!!! I hope you are well❤️ Sorry this took a hot sec to gather everything!

Now, I've got a lot to recommend! I have some AMAZING friends on here whose writing I fell in love with instantly! I'm not sure if you are a minor or not, but some of these blogs do have NSFW content as well as SFW. I ask that you read their rules before interacting :) I'm also not sure what fandom you are looking for, so I tried to include all of the ones I generally read for(AOT, MHA, Haikyuu)! I do have some true fic recs as well, but these are some of my favorite blogs to read through :)

-If anyone wants to be removed, please just let me know, I love all of your works and I hope you know that!!!-

In no particular order, my beautiful frens whose works are literal gold: @bluebellhairpin @anlian-aishang @ackermans-freedom-inc @therealvalkyrie @vs-redemption @xxpadfootxx @starstruckkittensweets @deludedimagines @xxdragonwriterxx @mysterystarz @shoyotime @xsugarysweetsx @momochimo @peace-for-levi @biggest-stupidhead @duckymcdoorknob @duino @hitokas-angel @angelshimaa @darkcloakedinfinitevoid @pr1ncessm00n @peachy-momos @fierydiamond @levis-hazelnut

Then these are some of my absolute favorites! (also in no particular order, just as my brain remembers them and I crawl through my fic remembering library)

Common Sense - by @pr1ncessm00n (I JUST FINISHED THIS AND IT IS LITERALLY SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!)

**NSFW(minors do not interact!)** Summer Heat - by @peachy-momos

Enchanted - by @mysterystarz (This literally had me quaking in my boots when I read it. 100%%% obsessed)

Everything. Literally everything. - by @vs-redemption (She writes for a bunch and they are all great!!!)

Just Levi Ackerman - by @deludedimagines (Sorcha is an angel and her work is from the heavens<3)

Nemo's Masterlist - by @bluebellhairpin (You literally cannot go wrong reading anything from Nemo. All of her work for all of the fandoms for all characters is literally amazing. I absolutely adore her and Nemo if you see this, no you don't<3)

Red Cloak, Silver Dagger - by @therealvalkyrie (One of my all time favs. I go back and reread this CONSTANTLY. All of Valk's work is truly incredible tho<3)

**NSFW contained, but not all!!** - Suz's Masterlist - by @ackermans-freedom-inc (TBH Suz was my first Tumblr love, and her work is still amazing and wonderful!! One of the best Levi writers ever<3 hehe and also a Zeke simp :p)

A Wolf With Wings - by @starstruckkittensweets (This story is a beast. But absolutely INSANE. All of Star's works are also awesome, especially her Moblit fic!!!)

Together at Last - by @xxdragonwriterxx (Love love love Wolfy's work, this one is amazing<3 she also has more over on @xxpadfootxx too, a Levi fan as well as MHA!)

**NSFW contained, but not all!!** Anlian's Masterlist - by @anlian-aishang (okay you're only this far down because I didn't know which to pick and then I ended up picking all of them. ANLIAN'S WORK IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. MY SECOND TUMBLR LOVE AND ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS EVER<3)

I hope this helped!! I can always find more to recommend as well XD other than my own stuff ofc!

Some of my favs from me:

~The Claim of A Heart

~The Staircase 

~Head Over Wheels For You

~Night Skies and City Lights 

~Royal AU Masterlist

~Strange Magic 

~Summer in the Country 

~Smokey Confessions

~Thinking in the Rain 

[nyimasu]

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[cryonme]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘

🦢 | 𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴! 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦! 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.

! | indicates smut.

🦋 | 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴!

list includes: hp, mcu, mäneskin, and outer banks. check out my other libraries for more recs and more fandoms!

| 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Theodore Nott

— What Are Friends For by @s1ater

— Warm Eyes and Steady Hands by @yoooespinosa

— Damnation by @acosmis-t

— Beside You by @willowbleedsonpaper

Blaise Zabini

— Warm Eyes and Steady Hands by @yoooespinosa

Draco Malfoy

— In Her Debt by @mirclealignr

— Agape by @finnwrld

Remus Lupin

— It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) by @moonlitmeeks

James Potter

— That’s What Friends Do by @saintlike78

— Firewhiskey Appreciation Day by @wondernimbus

Sirius Black

— Solace by @randomoutsiders

— Full Moon by @midnighttmarauder

| 𝐌𝐂𝐔

TASM!Peter Parker

— When In Doubt, Knock Out The Driver by @scandalous-chaos

— Touch ! by @msgorillagripcoochie

— And Then There Was You by @ptersparkers

Bucky Barnes

— A Twice Broken Man by @wkemeup

| 𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

masterlist ! (all their smut is just chefs kiss) by @mywritingonlyfans

Ethan Torchio

— Oh, Love by @ethan-torchio-angelo

— Soft Hours by @its-me-im-coraline

— Summer Rain ! by @till-you-scream-and-cry

Damiano David

— Bellissima ! by @maybanksslut

— Boys Don’t Do Cry by @bidet-and-legolas

— Protective Damiano by @il-ballo-della-vita-maneskin

— Slipping Through My Fingers by @writingmaneskin

Thomas Raggi

— More Than Your Beauty by @its-me-im-coraline

— You’re Gorgeous, My Guitar Boy by @l0standn0tf0und-fics

Victoria De Angelis

— She’s An Angel by @merrywaanderer

| 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

— God, Save The Pageant Queen by @msgorillagripcoochie

JJ Maybank

— Love You Back by @pogueslandia

— I Got You by @sunflowerbecca

— Shine Your Light On Me by @jjouterbanks

— Sibling by @poguegirl

— Hospital Chairs and Shitty Vending Machines by @sunnymaybank

— The Quiet One by @mermaidssonshipss

— Gentle ! by @peach-vuitton

— Study Sessions ! (series) by @ptersparkers

— Whipped by @ptersparkers

— The Romantic Tirades of Indie Routledge ! (series) by @cognacdelights

— Collateral (series) by @hellimagines

Pope Heyward

— Love Lies by @goldenroutledge

Sarah Cameron

— Lost in Love by @goldenroutledge

— Cruel Summer by @msgorillagripcoochie

— That’s My Girlfriend by @ptersparkers

— Dressing Rooms ! by @sortagaysortahigh

Kiara Carrera

— New Girl by @maybanksangel

— My Heart by @reawritesthings

— Control ! by @sortagaysortahigh

John B Routledge

— Our Secret by @obxsummer

💧 | i’ve been reading fanfic on here for quite sometime now, so this list doesn’t even begin to cover all of my fic recommendations. a part 2 and maybe 3 and 4 or 5 are definitely in order for the future!!!

[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: after being banned from the next match, jude decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. as you accompanied him on his way home, he shared something with you.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts over a year and i just had to get it out of there. i thought it was cute, but eh.

⟡ content: friends to lovers because who doesn’t love this trope 🫶🏻, very very fluffy, alcohol mention, jude is stupidly drunk here, reader is sober, around one thousand words, part two?

⟡ streaming: delicate by taylor swift.

⟡ masterlist, part one, part two.

strolling beside jude, he accidentally collided with you again, causing a burst of laughter that brought a warm smile to your face.

it was clear to anyone seeing jude that he was heavily intoxicated. as a consequence of being banned from the next game, he had decided to indulge in excessive drinking to the point where he could barely walk straight.

your arm was wrapped around his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. the scent of alcohol and the cologne enveloped you, creating a cozy and comforting feeling.

“jude,” you said with a grunt, struggling to maintain your balance. “i can’t keep walking like this... we’re going to end up falling.”

ignoring your concerns, jude continued his unsteady stride. it was only a matter of time before he stumbled, as you had anticipated.

without even attempting to assist him, you let go, aware that his strength would likely drag you down too.

“ow…” he muttered from the ground, resembling the idiot he is. you sighed, silently resolving never to let him consume such excessive amounts of alcohol again.

the streets were relatively empty, given the late hour, for which you were grateful. if anyone caught sight of jude in his current state, he would undoubtedly become the subject of jokes for weeks.

you lowered yourself to his level, feeling the ache in your feet from the heels you had worn all night. noticing a cut on his knee only added to your exasperation.

“jude, sometimes you act like a complete child.” you murmured quietly, helping the man you helplessly adored in supporting back onto his feet.

“knee… blood…” jude weakly pointed out the blood on his knee, his voice slurred and distant, indicating that he was on the verge of passing out. however, you knew you couldn’t take him home without tending to the cut first.

spotting a nearby shop a few steps away, you carefully guided jude and yourself towards it. settling him on a bench outside the shop, you assured him, “i’ll be right back.” not expecting much of a response.

as you turned to leave, jude grabbed your wrist, causing you to look back at him in confusion. his pouting lips and pleading eyes melted your heart, leaving you swooning at the adorable sight.

“don’t leave,” he pleaded, his voice barely audible. “i need you.”

you released a gentle sigh, a soft smile gracing your lips. aware that his intoxicated state might have influenced his words, you still couldn’t help the rapid beating of your hopeless heart.

“i won’t be gone for long, i promise.” you reassured him.

“pinky promise?” he questioned.

a laugh escaped you, causing jude to misconstrue it as mockery. he glared at you, extending his pinky finger and waiting for yours to join.

“alright, alright,” you composed yourself, intertwining your pinky finger with his.

after assuring jude that you would be back in five minutes, you entered the shop and swiftly purchased a pack of adhesive bandages.

unfortunately, the cashier happened to be a new employee and encountered some difficulties with the machine. as a result, when you returned to jude, he was sitting there with crossed arms.

“seven minutes and ten seconds,” he grumbled. “you took too long.”

supressing a laugh, aware that it would only annoy jude further, you sat down beside him on the bench, wearing an apologetic expression. “i’m sorry... but look what i got for you!”

jude’s pout vanished, replaced by sparkling eyes and a wide smile. “kinder bueno!” he exclaimed, swiftly snatching the chocolate from your hand.

taking advantage of his distraction, you carefully applied the bandage to his knee, despite the challenge of his constant twitching and movement.

“all done,” you proudly grinned, discarding the bandage wrappers into the nearby trash bin. “the bleeding has stopped, and i’m sure the cut will heal in a few days as it-”

your words trailed off as you noticed jude gazing at you with an unusual expression in his eyes. it was difficult to discern if it was shock, adoration, or infatuation that filled his gaze.

you looked at jude, puzzled, and asked, “are you okay?”

he took a moment to respond, and when he did, your eyes widened as your heart sank to the pit of your stomach:

“i love you.”

a disbelieving chuckle escaped your lips as you observed your intoxicated best friend. you knew better than to believe his words. after all, he was drunk.

moreover, you were his best friend – it was impossible.

“jude... it’s not funny. please don’t joke about something like that.” you murmured, your voice quiet and uncertain.

you stared at jude with furrowed brows as he vehemently denied, “i’m not joking, y/n. i love you, so much.”

the insistence and urgency in his voice sounded genuine, however, expressing his love while under the influence made it difficult to trust his words.

“jude.” you cautioned, hoping to dissuade him from continuing.

ignoring your warning, he persisted, “i am hopelessly, stupidly in love with you. you mean… everything to me, and i wish i had the courage to ask you out when we first met.”

you despised how easily you fell for his words, yearning for them to be true. countless nights, you prayed for jude to reciprocate your feelings, and now he was speaking what you had always longed to hear.

however, he was shit-faced drunk.

furthermore, whenever jude drank, he would become affectionate and cling to you, so you assumed his behavior was merely a result of alcohol coursing through his veins.

“alright, that's enough,” you announced, regaining your footing. “it’s getting late and you definitely need some rest.”

jude refused to accept your attempts to avoid his emotions. he acknowledged his drunken state, yet his feelings for you were ever present. he was simply too afraid to express them when sober.

he needed to convince you because he wouldn’t play games or deceive you about something like this.

“y/n,” jude pleaded, his desperate tone freezing you in place.

bridging the gap between you, he gently cupped your face with his warm hands, contrasting against your cold skin.

“i know i’m drunk and slur- slurring my words, but please believe me when i say i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment we met.”

you sighed, uncertainty still lingering within you.

“i want to hear you say that when you’re sober, jude,” you murmured softly, gazing deeply into his eyes with uncertainty.

jude could only groan in frustration, regretting every sip he had taken.

[trentsgirl]

— 📞 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: your cat, nemo, is an absolute menace. will he get along with your boyfriend’s dog?

⟡ note: thank u so much for the request, i absolutely love this idea:))

⟡ request: here:))

⟡ masterlist.

“she’s glaring,” joão points out solemnly, body sprawled over the couch in a relaxed manner, and with you by his side.

nemo, your orange cat, fixates her gaze upon joão’s dog, floki, emanating an aura of palpable hostility. her eyes, brimming with an intensity that signals imminent peril.

your lips subtly take the form of a slender line, discerning the overt animosity that permeates nemo’s eyes. positioned a mere few inches away from floki, she assumes a defensive stance, her demeanor reflecting a mix of caution and hostility, as evidenced by her elevated tail.

“she’s just checking to make sure he’s not dangerous,” you confidently assert, although a hint of hesitation lingers in your words. deep down, you can only hope that nemo won’t unexpectedly lash out.

she’s quite the menace.

“nah, can’t you see those eyes? she obviously wants to annihilate floki,” joão proclaims, his voice dripping with solemnity, despite the situation not being so grave.

however, both of you are resolute in your determination to make your pets get along. after all, you hoped that one day you would move in together, and it would be challenging to handle if nemo and floki despised each other.

“annihilate? you’re exaggerating now,” you roll my eyes. “she’s just a cat, not a murderer,” you add, playfully ruffling joão’s hair.

joão gazes into your eyes with a serious expression. “she could be with those eyes,” he retorts, removing your hand from his hair. “and stop messing with my hair,” he adds, slightly annoyed.

as your banter and minor disagreement persist, nemo takes a few more cautious steps towards floki, who lies on his dog bed, brimming with trepidation.

“even your dog is scared of her, both you are such cowards.” you deadpan, voice laced with a thick layer of sarcasm, as you cast a scornful gaze upon your boyfriend.

“mind you, your menace of a cat almost clawed my eye out the first i’d met her,” he asserts, his words evoking an unsettling memory that causes a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“she may not have taken an immediate liking to you, yeah. but, she’s very fond of you now,” you assert, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within you in support of your beloved nemo.

joão falls silent, his gaze fixed upon the two pets, his eyes widening in astonishment. you tear my eyes away from joão, directing my attention towards nemo and floki.

a heartwarming sight greets you as you witness the two furry pets snuggled together, their bond evident in their affectionate embrace.

“am i dreaming or is nemo finally acting… civil,” joão muses, his voice tinged with bewilderment and astonishment. the unexpected behavior of nemo has left you both perplexed and amazed.

“i can’t believe this…”

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[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ (part two to stupidly in love with you)

⟡ summary: after being banned from the next match, jude decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. as you accompanied him on his way home, he shared something with you.

⟡ content: friends to lovers, very fluffy, mentions of kissing, no cliffhanger this time, around nine hundred words.

⟡ streaming: better by zayn.

⟡ masterlist, part one, part two.

escorting jude back to his home was quite tiring and draining. it felt like you had walked for ages until you finally managed to get him to bed.

jude quickly fell asleep, dozing off as soon as his head touched the pillow. you couldn’t help but smile softly at the sound of his snores, although it quickly faded as you noticed the mess in his room.

being someone who values cleanliness, you promptly began tidying up jude’s room, making sure to be as quiet as possible. you didn’t want to risk waking him, especially considering how intoxicated he was. you didn’t want him to start rambling endlessly again.

after folding the last of the numerous t-shirts strewn on the floor, you closed the closet and were just about to leave his room when jude unexpectedly grabbed your wrist as you walked by the bed.

you were taken aback as jude quietly uttered, “don’t go..”

you couldn’t fathom how jude had sensed your intention to leave, but you knew he wouldn’t provide a clear explanation as he was about to drift off to sleep again.

“uhm, jude, i need to head home. it’s really late.” you whispered, trying to gently release his hold on your wrist, but was left astonished by his strength even in his drowsy state.

jude struggled to contain his emotions and actions, but he was certain about one thing - he wanted you to stay with him. he longed for your presence, not just tonight, but every night.

“don’t leave, please..” he murmured, his eyes opening to reveal a pleading gaze that instantly melted your hopeless heart.

jude was your achhilles’ heel, and you despised the power he held over you.

typically, you wouldn’t hesitate to share a bed with jude. it had occurred a few times during your friendship, like on vacations or when he traveled for football.

however, this time was different. because this time he confessed his feelings for you.

but, seeing him so vulnerable was agonizing, and it pained you physically.

in a moment of weakness, you gave in, sighing as you slipped under the covers. thhe warmth from both the blanket and jude’s body heat enveloped you.

he wasted no time in clinging to you and you made no effort to push him away, exuding excitement like a little boy who had just been given candy. your heart started racing, and heat crept up your cheeks. there was no way you could drift off to sleep in this state.

the room fell into a brief silence before jude broke it, his voice sounding more alert. “i wasn’t lying, you know... when i said i love you.”

his voice resonated with such sincerity that it tugged at your heart. as you lay on your side, your gaze fixated on the man who held your deepest affections. the intensity in his eyes implored you to trust him, to believe in his words.

curiosity compelled you to pose a question, testing the depths of his emotions. “when did you first realize that you loved me?” you inquired.

without hesitation, jude responded with unwavering honesty. “i’ve loved you for longer than i care to admit, y/n. perhaps it was that night we spent together in greece, or the time you told me i was the one you trusted most. but i was afraid of ruining what we had, or lose you, so i kept my feelings to myself.”

his heartfelt admission crashed over you like a powerful wave, leaving you stunned and overwhelmed. your cheeks flushed, and you found it difficult to maintain eye contact, fearing that your emotions would be too transparent.

for years, you had convinced yourself that jude would never view you in a romantic light.

he had been involved with other women, introducing you to so many that you had lost all hope for a romantic connection between the two of you.

the realization that jude reciprocated your feelings brought both a sense of bliss and trepidation. it was a mix of emotions - the joy of knowing that you no longer had to conceal your love, and the fear of what this newfound vulnerability might entail.

“you won’t ruin or lose me,” you assured him, reclaiming your gaze and locking it with his. determined to convey your reciprocal feelings, you boldly caressed his cheek, bridging the distance between your lips.

a sudden hitch in his breath revealed his anticipation and exhilaration coursing through his veins.

“you’ll always have me, jude.” you whispered before finally uniting your lips with his, cherishing the electrifying sensation that passed between you.

jude’s initial surprise quickly faded as he responded with equal fervor. he settled the rhythm of the kiss into a tranquil and unhurried rhythm, as if he wanted to savor every moment. it became evident that jude had no intention of letting you slip away after this. he was determined to make you his, forever.

the sensation of his lips against yours surpassed any expectations you had. it felt like pure bliss, surpassing even your wildest imagination. in this moment, you wished that time would stand still, never allowing you to return to a time before experiencing the euphoria of his kiss.

with a gentle separation, you finally uttered the words he longed to hear:

“i love you too.”

jude’s face broke into a triumphant grin, his heart leaping with joy. he had sensed your reciprocation from the moment your lips met, but he couldn’t contain his excitement.

lovingly pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose, he responded with a tender smile, “i know, baby. i know.”

[trentsgirl]

— 🗝️⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: as a renowned actress and the partner of footballer joão felix, you find yourself attending an interview, unaware that he is actually the one conducting it.

⟡ content: fluff, a little proofread, reader a bit of a dumbass for not realizing but it had to be this way, nardwuar reference in the end.

⟡ request: here:))

⟡ masterlist.

when you were informed that you’ll be interviewed, you expected to have a face-to-face interaction. however, you were surprised when they placed you in front of a camera and inserted an earpiece, explaining that the interviewer could see you, but you couldn’t see them.

you didn’t think much of it and decided to go along with the situation. however, in hindsight, it would have been wise to question the unusual setup, considering that your boyfriend, joão, was the one conducting the interview as a prank on you.

clearly, you had no idea.

“hello, i’m spencer, and i will be conducting the interview today,” a male voice resonated through the earpiece.

joão couldn’t help but chuckle at his attempt to put on a fake british accent. it was quite comical, yet once again, you didn’t find it peculiar and simply nodded in response.

“hello,” you greeted with a smile directed at the camera. “i’m y/n.”

you heard joão humming before he rudely questioned, “is that what you’re planning to wear for the interview, ma’am?”

upon hearing joão’s remark, your smile quickly faded, and you glanced down at your dress. you were wearing a beautiful white sundress adorned with blue flowers, a dress that joão actually adored and considered one of his favorites.

however, his comment was part of the question he was given by production.

you chuckled awkwardly in response, stealing a quick glance at your manager who was standing with the production team. your manager simply shrugged his shoulders, leaving you to address the question. “um, do you not like it?” you asked, trying to maintain a light tone.

joão hummed once again, his disapproval evident in his tone, and you barely was able to resist rolling your eyes.

“it’s lovely, ma’am. i was just wondering.” he said, although it was clear that he didn’t truly think so.

“anyways, let’s start shall we?”

“yeah, sure.”

joão proceeded with the question and had to restrain himself from bursting into laughter due to its absurdity. “alright... so, why do you think men like you? is it because of big breasts or personality?”

the unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your eyebrows to jump in astonishment. you were under the impression that the interview would focus on your new role in bridgerton, not about your breasts.

“I’d liked to say personality but we both know that’s not true.”

your answer prompted a few chuckles from the production team, but joão restrained himself from laughing, aware that you would immediately recognize his distinct laughter.

“do you genuinely believe that you have big breasts, ma’am?” joão asked solemnly.

glancing down at your chest, you took a brief moment to assess before raising your gaze and nodding. “yes, i suppose so.”

and again, there’s that stupid hum.

joão continued with the next question, “alright, moving on. who do you believe should pay for the first date? the man or the woman?”

you were still puzzled about how any of these questions were relevant to your show, but you chose to answer to avoid causing any disruptions.

“i don’t really mind,” you shrugged. “whenever my boyfriend and i go out, he usually insists on paying, but i would be more than happy to pay. he just never lets me.”

joão smirked, knowing well that what you had said was indeed the truth. he had never dared to let you pay for anything, even though you were one of the highest-paid actresses in the industry.

he held old-fashioned views and saw nothing wrong with it.

“more than happy to pay? i haven’t heard a woman say that, like ever. that’s new… are you sure you’re not just saying it?”

joão noticed that he had upset you when he saw your stern and intense expression through the camera.

it was evident to anyone watching the interview that joão was thoroughly relishing the opportunity to annoy you.

“i’m sure, spencer.”

he could recognize the annoyance in your voice. he realized that spencer had made it onto your list of least favorite people. it was amusing to joão how you actually maintained a physical list of people you weren’t fond of.

“why do you always let your boyfriend pay for everything? doesn’t it make you feel guilty? what a poor guy...” joão remarked, his voice dripping with feigned disappointment.

you managed to maintain your composure and professionalism, although it was a challenge. who did this guy think he was, pushing your limits like that?!

“I can assure you we’re very happy, next question, please.”

you were eager to talk about a different topic, nothing that involved your boyfriend or personal matters. that wasn’t the focus you had in mind for the interview.

“alright.. why do you prefer to sleep on the right side of the bed and not the left side?” joão inquired.

you appeared visibly unsettled. the only person who knew which side you slept on was joão and only him. not even your manager was aware of this detail.

“how on earth do you know that?” you wondered, a disbelieving chuckle escaping from your lips.

joão tried to maintain a serious demeanor, but your facial expressions were absolutely hilarious. they were pure gold. your level of discomfort was evident, and you made no attempt to conceal it.

“you’re y/n l/n, we have got to know.”

you cast a pleading glance at your manager, silently urging him to bring this ridiculous interview to a close.

“this is getting too strange for me. i don’t think i wanna continue with this interview,” you stated, reaching to remove the earpiece, but spencer intervened to stop you.

“wait, just one more question and we’ll be done!” he assured you.

you out a sigh, reluctantly acquiescing. mentally preparing yourself for yet another bizarre question, you were taken aback by what he actually said.

“how does it feel to be pranked?”

immediately, you recognized the portuguese accent of your boyfriend, who was clearly amused and laughing uncontrollably.

“joão? oh, i’m so going to kill you!”

[trentsgirl]

— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ (1.5K)

⟡ summary: trent has been your best friend since childhood, always doing everything together. however, he secretly fell for you, and you did as well. when trent finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings, it wasn’t the outcome he’d expected.

⟡ content: angst, fluff, tiny mention of domestic violence, insecurities, reader is insecure and self sabotages, first half is pure angst, he fell first and harder, confessions, kissing, reader rejects trent.

⟡ notes: thank you so much for the request. and part two would be released in a bit, couldn’t leave y’all hanging like my last fanfic. 😭

⟡ streaming: fallingforyou by the 1975.

⟡ masterlist, request, request.

“he’s done it again, hasn’t he?” trent inquired when he discovered you in his doorstep, bawling your eyes out.

throughout the years, he had witnessed countless partners enter and exit your life, inflicting both physical and emotional pain. as your best friend, trent had been there by your side through it all.

he observed you waste your life, pursuing men who didn’t have an once of regard for you.

he loathed it.

he couldn’t comprehend why you never seemed to notice him. he had always been there for you, ready to lend a listening ear and provide support. unlike those men you encountered on random dating apps, he never let you down.

if only you had looked his way, it would have been a straightforward case of unrequited love.

“let it out, sweetheart. cry all want,” trent whispered, his voice barely audible, as the two of you sat on his couch.

you held him so tightly that it became difficult for him to breathe.

nevertheless, he didn’t mind. he cherished the fact that despite the countless men who had caused you harm, you still sought solace in him and placed immense trust in him.

you sobbed, your face buried in trent’s chest. he continued to plant gentle kisses on your hair, providing solace despite the discomfort of remaining in the same position.

after what felt like hours, the tears finally stopped as you couldn’t get anymore out.

trent’s fingers stroked your hair as you calmed down and pulled away from his chest, your eyes red and swollen.

“i’ve ruined your shirt,” you sniffled, glancing at the tear stains on his clothing.

trent shook his head, looking at you affectionately, his shirt being the last thing on his mind. his sole focus was on your well-being.

“don’t worry about it,” he reassured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, a gesture that felt intimate more than it should be. “feeling better now? would you like me to make you some tea?”

trent’s voice resonated with a tender and charming tone that never failed to make you feel like the only woman he’s ever had eyes for, even though you doubted it was truly the case.

despite your love for him, you were well aware that he would never reciprocate those feelings as he simply deserved someone better, as you claimed.

“yes, please,” you nodded with a subtle smile, sniffling.

“you still got the cinnamon flavor one?” you asked with a sweet tone, causing trent’s heart to melt at the sound of your voice. and not to mention the look in your eyes, filled with both a plea and a dazzling allure.

trent always made sure to have a variety of tea flavors in his kitchen cabinet because he knew how much you loved tea. whenever you introduced him to a new favorite flavor, he would add it to his collection.

after giving you another kiss on the forehead, trent released his hold on you and got up from the couch. “of course. i’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared into the kitchen.

as trent brewed your tea, he contemplated whether this moment was opportune to finally confess his feelings that he had harbored for you all these years.

however, upon further reflection, he acknowledged that the outcome may not align with his desires. he was aware that you had recently ended a relationship and were in a vulnerable state, making it unfair to burden you with his feelings at this time.

a few minutes later, trent returned and placed a cup of tea on the table in front of you.

“it’s still hot, so give it a few minutes,” he informed, taking you into his arms once again and wrapping one arm around your shoulder. he sought your touch as much as you did his.

“thank you,” you whispered quietly, trying to hold back a sob, but it managed to escape. trent’s caring actions alone brought out all your emotions again.

trent gently stroked your hair, trying to comfort you. “hey, it’s okay. no need to cry anymore. he won’t hurt you again.”

you gently shook your head, your voice trembling as you spoke, “no, it’s not about him.” you were well aware that your ex could no longer inflict any harm upon you, not with trent right by your side.

“i’m just grateful to have you in my life and i don’t think i’ll ever come across someone like you, who truly sees me for who i am.”

trent was deeply moved by your words, to say the least. before he could respond, you continued expressing your thoughts.

“i mean... all guys ever seem to want is sex, and it’s exhausting,” you vented with a hint of frustration in your voice. “it’s just so scary that there’s no guarantee i’ll ever be loved.”

trent, who has loved you since childhood, leaned in closer, his comforting brown eyes meeting yours. “but you are loved,” he reassured, his voice a soothing balm to your fears. “you have your family, your friends...”

although his voice remained calm and soothing, a fire ignited within him for all the men who had caused you pain, who had made you believe that you were not enough.

“but not by the person i want,” your voice cracked, "in the way i want to be loved. fiercely. passionately. a love that makes me feel like the only woman in his universe.”

trent’s hand delicately brushed against yours, a silent gesture that sent a thrill through your body. his usually serene eyes flickered with an indiscernible emotion.

starting to speak, only to hesitate and close his mouth, as if carefully weighing his words to preserve the bond of your friendship.

he understood that confessing his feelings now would be a mistake, jeopardizing the relationship you had.

however, he couldn’t suppress his desire, his need for you to comprehend that there was someone in this world who loved and truly saw you for who you are.

“i…” trent started, his voice trailing off as he glanced down at your intertwined hands.

a weighty silence enveloped the air, pregnant with unexpressed emotions.

finally, he lifted his gaze, his eyes bearing a raw expression. “i love you, y/n.” he confessed.

your breath caught in your throat. the world suddenly felt askew, your heart fluttering like a trapped hummingbird within the confines of your ribcage.

had you heard him correctly? could this just be a cruel trick?

trent’s voice quivered with emotion as he confirmed, “i’ve always loved you,” his words faltered, “with every sunrise, every shared joke, every tear you shed, my love for you grew, silently and steadily. you are the only woman in my entire universe, y/n.”

tears welled up in your eyes. the ache in your chest transformed into a blossoming warmth.

you hadn’t been that oblivious… right?

the signs had been there, woven into the tapestry of your years together - the lingering touches, the inside jokes, the way your laughter harmonized.

however, instead of embracing his love and listening to your head as you should have done, you hesitated and withdrew, a tempest of doubts swirling within you.

no matter how much you loved and desired trent, your insecurities seemed to overpower your emotions. comparing yourself to the beautiful girls that always surrounded him and sought his attention, you never considered yourself one of them.

in your mind, he deserved someone like those models, someone who could effortlessly complement him.

not you, the girl who was always overshadowed whenever a group of guys flirted with your friends.

not you, the girl who constantly looked for validation from other men, only to be met with disrespect.

not you, the girl who remained in abusive relationships because all you wanted was to be loved, even if it meant enduring pain in the process.

“trent,” you whispered, your voice choked, “i’m so sorry, but it’s not a good idea for us to be in a relationship.”

his world splintered, the once-familiar sofa beneath him feeling treacherous. “not a good idea?” he managed to choke out, disbelief etching lines on his forehead.

“we’ve known each other our entire lives. we’ve shared everything, supported one another, and been there through thick and thin. you can’t say you haven’t something for me. you just can't.”

trent struggled to contain his frustration. he longed to yell, to shake some sense into you, and make you realize that he was the perfect man for you.

however, your own insecurities were overshadowing everything else.

you shut your eyes, hot tears streaming down your cheeks like glistening trails. “it’s not that simple, trent,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

a deep divide formed between the two of you, the weight of his shattered hopes lingering in the air. the silence stretched, disrupted only by the rustle of wind coming from outside and the frantic pounding of his heart.

finally, trent, his voice strained with anguish, nodded. “alright, i understand.”

rather than a genuine understanding, it was an acceptance tinged with resignation.

he comprehended your rejection and your need for an invisible boundary between your friendship and the confession he had just made. he understood that pushing further would not dismantle the wall, but rather deepen the divide between you.

you tentatively reached out, your touch questioning and uncertain, seeking connection. however, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze, fearing the reflection of his shattered hopes in your eyes.

trent withdrew his hand cautiously.

despite your intense longing to stay and pour out all the love you have harbored for trent over the years, the words remained trapped within you, unable to escape.

it felt as though a heavy ball had lodged itself in your throat, rendering you unable to speak the truth.

“i’m truly sorry, trent.” you whispered, rising from the couch and leaving his home.

trent patiently waited until he heard the front door open and close before allowing his tears to flow. he couldn’t believe it had come to this.

he had officially lost you.

[trentsgirl]

— ♠️⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𝐭rentsgirl’s 𝐦asterlist.

.ᐟ jude bellingham .ᐟ

༘⋆ distracted — fluff

༘⋆ note from a stranger — fluff

༘⋆ jealousy — fluff

༘⋆ punk — fluff

༘⋆ note from a stranger, pt.2 — fluff

༘⋆ sleepless night — angst to fluff

༘⋆ honey — fluff

༘⋆ just fans — angst to fluff

༘⋆ say dada — fluff

༘⋆ attention stealer — fluff

༘⋆ intoxicated — fluff

༘⋆ zombie — fluff

༘⋆ no, we’re perfect — fluff

༘⋆ i still love you — angst

༘⋆ coffee break — fluff

༘⋆ not just friends — angst

༘⋆ stupidly in love with you, pt.1 — fluff and angstish

༘⋆ stupidly in love with you, pt.2 — fluff

༘⋆ sarcastic little shit — fluff

.ᐟ joão felix .ᐟ

༘⋆ needy — smut

༘⋆ coffee and shy exchanges — fluff

༘⋆ drama queen — fluff

༘⋆ menace — fluff

༘⋆ pranked — fluff

.ᐟ trent alexander arnold .ᐟ

༘⋆ spoiling — fluff

༘⋆ where’s your ring? — angst to fluff

༘⋆ domestic morning — fluff

༘⋆ haven’t even touched you once — fluff

༘⋆ pregnancy hormones — fluff

༘⋆ pancakes and evilness — fluff

༘⋆ guarantee — angst

༘⋆ silent treatment — angst to fluff

.ᐟ mason mount .ᐟ

༘⋆ early bird — fluff

[trentsgirl]

— 🖤 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: you want to be more than just friends, but jude doesn’t.

⟡ content: fwb!jude x reader, pure angst, no happy ending, reader getting a bit emotional, around one thousand words, one shot.

⟡ notes: not my favorite work, but had to get it out of my drafts some day. also, requests are open:)

⟡ streaming: say don’t go by taylor swift.

⟡ masterlist.

the cold winter wind tickled your nose as you and jude strolled amidst the rustling leaves, your breaths creating misty clouds against the fading daylight.

in the midst of casual chatter about trivial matters like the latest bakery in town, jude’s impressive gym gains, and his peculiar dream from the previous night, an unspoken tension lingered. it was a quiet question mark concealed within cozy quiet moments and secret glances.

as you reached the bridge, gazing down at the glistening ice below, you halted, your focus fixed on the serene scene. with a hushed voice, you finally uttered the question that had been weighing on your mind, “what are we?”

jude paused, his forehead creasing in confusion. “what do you mean?” he responded, genuinely unaware.

you let out a sigh, turning to face him directly. “please don’t say we’re only friends,” you pleaded, revealing a vulnerable side that caught jude off guard.

a pang of emotions surged within him, a tangled web he struggled to unravel. “well,” he stumbled, searching for the right words, “we’re more than just friends.”

“alright,” you echoed, a flicker of optimism dancing in your eyes.

jude, still taken aback, muttered, “yeah.”

a profound silence enveloped you both, pregnant with unexpressed hopes. detecting his hesitation, you tilted your head, replacing hope with confusion. “is that all?” you inquired.

jude’s eyebrows rose as he met your questioning gaze. “what do you expect me to say?” he snapped, exasperation mingling with a touch of desperation.

a pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. “aren’t you also confused?” you challenged, a hint of letdown coloring your voice.

jude shook his head, his eyes dropping to the ground. “confused about us? i mean, i haven’t given it much thought, to be honest.”

his words landed on you like a sudden downpour, dousing the glimmer of hope you had held onto.

was it all in your imagination?

had you constructed something out of stolen glances and intimate moments that existed solely within your own mind?

the wind whispered through the bare branches, echoing the emptiness in your heart.

inhaling deeply, you managed a smile and said, “oh.. yeah, it’s okay,” while slipping your hands into your pockets. “let’s just keep going.”

as time passed, the silence became heavy with unspoken words. you paused once more and asked, “so, it’s just me?”

jude, lost in his own thoughts, blinked at you, still puzzled. “what’s bothering you so much?” he inquired, genuinely unable to grasp the turmoil brewing within you.

frustration urged within you. “honestly, jude, what do you want?” you trembled as you demanded.

he shrugged, his face blank. “i want what we have now,” he replied, oblivious to the chasm between his contentment and your longing.

“what do we even have?” you exclaimed, desperation creeping into your voice. "meaningless sex and telling everyone we’re just friends. is that what you truly want?”

taken aback by your sudden intensity, jude struggled to respond. “we have something that brings us both joy, don’t we?” he stammered.

“are you genuinely happy?” you questioned.

he hesitated, caught off guard by your directness. “i’d say so, i suppose,” he replied cautiously. “and you?”

you averted your gaze, the wind tousling your hair. “i don’t know,” you admitted softly, the weight of the words resonating. “does it even matter? i just want clarity.”

“i don’t know what you want me to clarify,” he muttered.

he was well aware of the direction this conversation was heading, and he felt paralyzed, unable to take the necessary steps towards the impending confrontation.

“will things remain the same?” your voice quivered, each word reflecting the hidden fears bubbling inside. “do you really not see us going any further?”

jude clenched his jaw, your radiant smile haunting his thoughts. he despised himself for allowing things to escalate to this point, for leading you on when you were never intended to be anything more than a temporary diversion.

“i... i can’t answer that, y/n,” he stammered, his voice weighed down by remorse.

“for whose sake? mine or yours?” you questioned.

“for both of us,” he responded, but the words lacked sincerity, even to his own ears.

your frustration, held back for so long, began to engulf you as you demanded. “listen, i need an answer. now.”

you couldn’t continue in this way any longer. it was time to determine if your time with jude was worthwhile, because honestly, it felt like a waste. the two of you seemed to follow a repetitive pattern: he would appear, have sex with you, and then vanish for weeks before the cycle repeated itself.

jude, caught in the midst of your emotional storm, could only stumble, “what will happen if i can’t?”

you swallowed back a sob, the words you despised forming on your lips like bitter ashes. “this thing... is over.” you uttered painfully.

the declaration hung heavily in the air, more of a surrender than a triumph. you observed, your heart racing, as jude’s expression turned vacant. you waited, desperately clinging to the last shreds of your composure.

and then, he simply uttered, “okay.”

his response, devoid of any emotion, felt like a blow to your stomach. you, momentarily stunned, could only repeat his word, “okay? what does that mean?”

jude shifted his weigh from foot to foot, recognizing the pain he’d cause you. “okay,” he corrected silently, “as in it’s over.”

the weight of his statement crashed down on you like a forceful wave. disbelief surged through you, threatening to overwhelm you with its icy grip.

tears, restrained for far too long, welled up in your eyes, distorting the city lights into shimmering trails of anguish.

“are you fucking serious?“ you choked out quiveringly. “are you truly so afraid to confront our situation that you’re willing to throw it all away?“

jude glanced down, unable to bear the weight of your accusation. “i’m sorry you feel that way,” he muttered, his words carried away by the wind. “but you were knew from the beginning.”

“knew what? that we were doomed to fail?” you retorted fiercely.

jude locked eyes with you, his expression filled with deep remorse. “you were aware that i didn't want to treat this seriously,” he explained, his voice lacking the usual charm that eased your worries. “you knew the circumstances.”

desperately clinging to shreds of hope, you pleaded, “those things can change. no one makes the rules but us.”

however, jude remained firm in his decision. his shoulders slumped, his words laden with a burden you couldn’t comprehend. “for me, things don’t change like that,” he confessed. “i’m sorry.”

the apology rang hollow, lost in the vast divide that had grown between the two of you. it became clear to you, unmistakably clear. this wasn't about circumstances or fate; it was about him. “just be honest,” you said bitterly. “you used me.”

jude flinched, a flicker of guilt flashing across his face. “don’t kid yourself, y/n,” he retorted defensively. “i made it clear that i wasn’t interested in a serious relationship. it’s not my fault you misunderstood.”

each word felt like a dagger, piercing your heart. with a sickening realization, you understood that you have built a fragile castle of illusions, believing that stolen kisses and intimacy were promises of forever.

with one final, tearful glance at the man who shattered your heart, you turned away, unable to stand there and keep together any longer.

in the midst of that heavy silence and suffocating atmosphere, a profound realization washed over you—sex doesn’t make someone love you.

[trentsgirl]

— 🐻‍❄️ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: what the request says.

⟡ content: fluff, seven hundred words, clingy and needy trent, marcel doing the talking and tyler just being there, some part is suggestive but no smut, kissing.

⟡ notes: thank you for the request:)

⟡ streaming: infurnami by steve lacy.

⟡ masterlist, request.

“i really miss you,” trent whispered, pulling you close and embracing you from behind, his arms encircling your waist as he pressed his chest against your back.

“baby, we've been together the whole day,” you responded, carefully arranging the last of the pancakes onto a plate.

since trent had invited you to spend christmas with his family, it was expected that you would be preoccupied with them.

it wasn’t surprising that his family instantly warmed up to you, given your sense of humor, intelligence, and ability to hold engaging conversations.

he just hadn’t anticipated that you would be spending so much time with them.

“i know, but...” trent said, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your neck before expressing his concerns. “i just haven’t had any alone time with you. every time I try to kiss you, they're always around. and my brothers are so trying to take you away from me.”

as you finished preparing the pancakes, you turned to face trent. seeing his pouting lips and the adorable puppy eyes he gave you, your heart melted at the sight.

“baby, they’re not taking me away from you,” you reassured firmly. “your brothers just want me to feel welcomed. there’s no need to be jealous.”

“i’m not jealous.” trent insisted, and you gave him an unimpressed look as his actions and thoughts told a different story.

while trent genuinely wanted you to have a strong bond with his family and enjoyed seeing you comfortable and happy around them, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of annoyance when his brothers received a significant amount of your attention instead of him.

well, perhaps he was a little jealous, but he would never admit to it.

“okayy,” you said playfully, linking your arms around his neck. “since we’re leaving tomorrow, how about i let you do whatever you want to me once we get home, to make up for the lost time.”

trent’s eyes gleamed with mischief, a smug smile forming on his lips. he had been longing to touch you properly all week, his desire growing by each second.

he began to imagine all the things he could do to you, and they were all far from anything innocent.

“deal.” he nodded.

he then leaned down, eagerly pressing his lips against yours, feeling a surge of thrill. he drew you closer by gripping your hips tightly, his neediness evident.

as his tongue slipped into your mouth, prompting a soft moan from you, trent’s brother’s entered the kitchen, curious about the promised pancakes.

“seriously, guys, please. not in front of the pancakes,” marcel grumbled as he walked over, with tyler trailing behind, the two wearing ridiculous christmas sweatshirts.

trent withdrew his hands from under your shirt, where they had slipped during your make out session, and turned towards his brothers, visibly annoyed by the interruption.

“it’s called affection, you muppet. ever heard of that?” trent retorted, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter next to you.

marcel decided to ignore his brother’s comment and walked over to the pancakes on the counter. however, he grimaced when he saw whatever was on that plate.

“y/n, i don't want to be offensive since you’re going to be my sister-in-law soon, but what exactly is that?” marcel asked, his disgust evident in his tone.

tyler slid his phone into his pocket and came over to take a look and almost couldn’t contain his laughter at the sight.

“pancakes...?” you responded, feeling confused.

“it’s… black.” marcel deadpanned, while tyler gave you a bewildered look as if to say ‘what on earth is that?’

you let out an annoyed huff. despite warning the boys that your baking skills were not the best, they still insisted that you make the pancakes since they were too lazy to get up from the couch.

“well, then it’s a sad attempt of a pancake then,” you retorted.

“very sad.” trent murmured under his breath, although you still caught his comment and lightly hit him on the arm.

“you know what, you boys should just leave,” you said firmly, and they immediately began to whine, offering countless apologies. “no, no, no. you can’t even appreciate my pancakes or effort!”

“y/n, sweetheart, those aren’t pancakes. they’re pure evil!” marcel exclaimed, escorted out the kitchen by trent so he could continue his make out session with you.

[trentsgirl]

any chance you would think about carrying on with the “you’re adorable when you sleep” its got me hooked!! Or just would love to read more jude things 🤍

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⟡ summary: you and jude are both academics rivals, and he has his eyes set on you.

⟡ content: fluff, but a little bit of kissing in the end.

⟡ tag list: @luciddy @pampeop

⟡ part one — part two.

⟡ masterlist.

a yawn escapes your lips as exhaustion takes its toll, causing you to rub your tired eyes. the need for sleep is overwhelming, but the impending assignment from your english professor demands your attention.

sipping on your fifth cup of coffee, you can’t help but feel the lingering impatience from the café employees, as everyone else has already left, leaving you as the sole customer.

the clock strikes midnight, and frustration washes over you as you realize you’re not even halfway through the essay. you curse under your breath, feeling utterly helpless, and in a moment of frustration, you bang your head against the keyboard.

“you forgot to mention the cause of the word, that’ll give you five hundred words or more,” startled, you look up to see someone standing next to you.

you were greeted by jude, wearing his signature arrogant grin. you notice his sculpted muscles, showcased by his tight black shirt, paired with dark sweatpants.

“you scared me,” you say, glancing away and pressing your palm against your chest, feeling your heart racing. jude chuckles lightly before kneeling down to pick up your backpack.

“what’re you doing?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow in surprise. jude dismisses your inquiry and begins to pack your laptop and notebooks into your backpack. once he’s finished, he effortlessly slings the bag over his shoulder.

“c’mon,” he says, concern evident in his voice. “you can barely keep your eyes open.” jude extends his arm to you, and cautiously, you grasp it, allowing him to support you.

“why are you doing this?” you query, your voice laced with exhaustion as you walk alongside him.

“clearly, the workers want to start cleaning up and close up as soon as possible,” he says with a hint of amusement. “you’re kinda getting in their way.”

“whatever,” you say, rolling your eyes in response.

minutes later, you find yourself back at your dorm, accompanied by jude. despite the fact that his own dorm is on the other side of campus, he insisted on walking you back to ensure your safety.

silently, Jude takes the keys from your backpack and opens the door without uttering a word. leaning against jude, eyes closed, you struggle to maintain your balance as exhaustion takes over.

shaking his head with an amused smile, jude lifts you up in a bridal-style hold and carries you into the dorm.

fotunately, your roommate happened to be away for a week, visiting her family, sparing you the need to explain the situation to her.

a few seconds later, you sink into the softness of your mattress. the blanket is gently pulled over your body, and the room is enveloped in darkness as the lights are switched off.

exhaustion takes over, and you instantly fall into a deep sleep, completely unaware that jude has yet to leave your dorm.

you awaken abruptly, still half in a daze, sensing movement on your bed. shifting slightly, you peer up to find jude sitting on the side of your bed, leaning against the wall, with your laptop resting on his lap. the glow of the screen illuminates his face in the dimly lit room.

“jude?” you utter quietly, but loud enough to get his attention. “what’re you still doing here?”you inquire, curiosity and confusion evident in your voice.

“helping you,” he replies simply.

“helping me?” you repeat, still clueless and seeking clarification.

he turns the laptop towards you, revealing that he has been working on your english essay. “you’re doing my essay?” you ask, slowly sitting up in surprise.

“yeah, yours was pretty bad,” he comments bluntly, causing you to raise an eyebrow in response.

you crawl beside him, rolling your eyes, eager to see his work. after all, you didn’t entrust your assignment to a boy with the brains of a kindergartener.

flabbergasted, you look over his work and can’t believe how excellent it is. you stare at him, demanding to know why he’s so talented at writing.

“writing is the only thing i’m good at,” he says with a shrug. “that’s why i always ace my essays."

“holy shit,” you exhale, impressed by his skills. “i’ll pay you if you can help me with all six of my missing essays,” you suggest, realizing the value of his writing abilities.

“how much are we talking about?” he asks.

“fifty?” you answer.

he appears to consider your offer for a moment before shaking his head. you couldn’t believe that he was the one turning down fifty euros. “what? why not?” you exclaim in disbelief.

“i prefer to do it for free,” he says with a smile.

you raise both eyebrows, taken aback by his unexpected response. locked in a prolonged gaze, it feels as if time stands still, and you find yourself unable to look away from his intense gaze.

he gently cups your face, his thumbs softly caressing your skin. in an instant, his lips meet yours, and your mind spins with a mix of surprise and desire. it takes a moment to register that you are kissing jude, but the sensation is undeniably incredible, leaving you unable to resist the intensity of the moment.

your mouth opens, your lips part, and jude isn’t one to pass up an opportunity. his tongue explores your mouth, and you gasp into the kiss, your heart racing.

after taking the laptop from his lap, he simply picks you up and positions you on his lap, his legs squeezed between your thighs.

indulging in a few more tender kisses, jude gently withdraws, his captivating gaze fixed upon you. “i see you kept the note,” he remarks, gesturing towards your refrigerator with a subtle nod of his head.

as you turn around, your eyes catch sight of the note that jude had given you. it is placed on the fridge door, secured with love-shaped magnets.

“i didn’t know where else to put it,” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed by your choice of location for the note.

“keep it there,” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i like it.”

[trentsgirl]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐢 — eighteen, circassian, muslim, fanfic writer, football & formula one.

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