#jude thoughts

[judesmoonbeauty]

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been wanting more details about Jude's lab for the longest time. However, we know how Cybird loves leaving things vague, so I doubt we will ever get more information. Anyway, these are my thoughts on it. It's just for fun. We can't be dogmatic about it. And if you have any head canons, please feel free to share!

In this post we are going to discuss:

╰┈➤ Potential Lab Location ╰┈➤ Laboratory Warehouse(s) ╰┈➤ Holding Cells & Their Conditions ╰┈➤ The Test Subjects ╰┈➤ The Torture Chamber (CW: Discussion of Torture, Violence)

I know it's a lot, so feel free to jump to whatever interests you.

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Laboratory Location: We know from his main route, the lab is within London’s city limits and relatively close to Raven, Ltd. Now, depending what type of trade you specialized in, determined where a merchant's business was typically located. Unfortunately, Cybird has Jude dealing with all sorts of trade ranging from spices, to art, to textiles, etc. So, it’s difficult to pin down where Raven Ltd would be located. However, based on the research I did and the fact that Jude's often at the docks, I’d wager it’s located somewhere in the docklands. The West Indian Docks, Metropolitan Wharf, or the Wapping Pier are some potential locations. They are linked if you want to look at them.

Now, the story also mentions the lab being a singular warehouse, but I imagine Jude had to purchase an entire lot of buildings because it is such a massive project that could need expansion. Additionally, purchasing an entire lot of buildings would also serve as a protective barrier against being squished between other business or homeowners, and they catching onto what Jude is doing less easily.

So, I feel there actually multiple warehouses and the following are their potential uses:

Warehouse One: Receiving and storage. Jude needs vast quantities of materials from wires, metals, fabrics, tools, hoses, machine belts, oil, lamps, coal, gears, etc. An entire warehouse could easily be dedicated to receive regular deliveries of these materials, and their storage.

Warehouse Two: Research & Development, and Records. In Jude's route, we saw only one researcher. He would need multiple researchers that specialize in various fields from structural engineers, physicists, propulsion specialist, etc. This warehouse would serve as a space needed to be able to research, develop and document their findings. It would also store and maintain records of the prisoners, confidentiality agreements of the those whom Jude employs for the project, blueprints, the data from the tests performed, inventory records; and all of the books and papers that Jude’s collected over the years.

Warehouse Three: Stores the failed protypes of the rockets. Each are catalogued meticulously.

Warehouse Four: This is where the rocket is being assembled. It's a tall building, and not only would you see the skeletal structure of the rocket, but the space would have chalk and bulletin boards filled with equations and notes, piles of scraps that have either blown up or burnt up that are being studied, and desks with bankers lamps for late night work. I often imagine the sound of metal clinks, steam, whirring noises, conversations between the researchers all happening here.

Warehouse Five: Serves as a horse stable and carriage/wagon storage facility. In Jude's route, some of the lab employees are seen carrying one of the test subjects out of the warehouse, and to the hospital per Jude's directive. I can't see them flagging down a carriage while they have a potentially bloodied person on a stretcher, and not have it raise some eyebrows? That's too sketch.

It would be wiser for Jude to have his own wagons or carriages on hand so they can take the captive to wherever Jude tells them. Additionally, they may need to disassemble the rocket and transport it piece by piece at some point, having his own transport would be much more efficient.

Warehouses Six/Seven: Are empty, but available if more space is needed for construction.

That was a lot right? Well, I'm not finished yet. Let's talk about where the test subjects are held and their living conditions.....

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Holding Cells & Their Conditions: I believe the criminals that Jude keeps are caged underground, beneath the lab. And the reason why I say this is because the MC doesn’t ever mention seeing Jude’s victims inside the warehouse where the rocket ship is being built. Further, it’s never mentioned that the military discovered the prisoners either. Jude was only accused of treason and murder, he was never accused with false imprisonment or of torturing people.

I feel like there is a large cellar beneath the lab, or maybe a network of rooms that have the prisoners caged or chained up. They live in total darkness 24/7.

And as much as I want to think the criminals live in putrid conditions and are starved to death, that would only serve as a breeding ground for disease which could affect not only the criminals and those immediately involved with the project, but also the general populace.

I simply don't see Jude risking the that, so at the very least, the prisoners are give the minimal amount of food and water they'd need to maintain their lives. Remember too, during the 1st Anniversary SE the bowler hat guy survived a full year in Jude’s lab before he escaped, which tells me that there's probably some who are employed by Jude to feed these guys and.....clear out bodily fluids & excrement.

The Test Subjects: We read about Ellis taking these criminals to the lab and I always imagine him tossing them into a cage after they've been castrated by the black market doctors. However, I think it is more systematic than that because of Jude's meticulous and organized nature.

Therefore, I think the prisoners are actually individually documented. Their medical history is taken, height, weight and age are part of the record because all of that could have a bearing on the experiments. I also think they're assigned prisoner numbers for tracking and comparing research data as experiments progress.

And when they are finally pulled into testing (if they aren't tortured to death by Jude before that), then they are likely gagged so no pedestrians can hear any of their screams.

Speaking of screams.......

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Jude's Torture Room: Maybe it's just me, but I can't help imagining that Jude has his own personal torture room. In my head, there's this very long and dimly lit underground corridor that connects from where the prisoners are kept, and it leads all the way to his fun room. It's filled with all sorts of things such as examine tables and chairs with straps, surgical tools like pliers, and tongs, and scalpels. There's also chains, large wash bins for drowning, a furnace, branding irons or hot pokers. You get the picture. Jude, I'm sure has a very large repertoire.

It's a shame that most of his torture scenes are cut short, or fade to black and happen off screen. Tragic really.

Now as much as we know that Jude is very much a hands-on kind of guys when it comes to his methods of torture, I also think that sometimes he just goes underground and messes with these people psychologically.

For example, I've pictured Jude silently walking in between the rows of cages. Perhaps, he has a metal pipe or something threatening in his hand that he clinks along the cage bars non-stop until he stops in front of a prisoner, and stands there silently. The prisoner freezes, sweat cakes their body as their heart hammers against their chest. They wonder if it's their turn to be abused by him, but they can never tell because sometimes Jude will open cage and drag the prisoner away, and sometimes he doesn't. So, they whimper and snivel out of fear. Music to Jude's ears.

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In conclusion (listen to me making a report), I think Jude's laboratory would be much larger than what Cybird has depicted to us. I mean, this is his dream, this is his sister's dream. His promise. I doubt he is running some dinky little back water project in only one building.

He is rich asf. He has the resources and then some for an operation of this magnitude, and he wants to get it right. He wants to keep his promise to his sister. So, those are my thoughts about his lab.

If you stuck it out this far, then thanks for reading. It's been a while since I've posted something like this.

[insidekatmind]

skating together~ Jude Bellingham

It was a perfect afternoon, one of those days that seem suspended in time. He holds your hand gently as you approach the ice skating rink, the Christmas lights twinkling all around. It was his idea.

"I want to take you skating," he had said. And you had smiled, because with him, every simple thing becomes special.

"Are you ready?" he asks with that smile you know so well, the one that lights up his eyes.

"Ready!" you reply, even though inside you are a little uncertain.

He watches you with a tender gaze. "If you fall, I'll catch you."

You start skating, him in front of you, holding your hand. The blades of the skates glide gently on the ice, and everything seems perfect… until you lose your balance.

"Ahhh!" you cry, holding onto him.

He laughs as you both find yourself on the ground. "I said I'd catch you, but I didn't think I'd fall too!"

“It’s not my fault!” you protest, laughing back. “Maybe you’re the one who’s bad.”

He stands up first and holds out his hand, pulling you up with a firm but gentle gesture. He watches you for a moment, as if he wants to capture that moment forever.

“You know how much you make me lose my balance?” he says softly, his smile softer.

“I thought you were good at keeping control…”

“I can never do that with you.”

You keep skating, slower this time. He’s behind you, his hands on yours. The world seems far away, and all that matters is his breathing close to yours.

“Are you happy?” he whispers in your ear.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Happy, and lucky too. I have you.”

You turn to look at him, and his eyes are filled with something that can’t be explained in words. Then he stops and takes both of your hands.

“Promise me something.”

“What?”

"That we'll continue to do stupid things together. Laugh, fall, get up… always together."

"Always."

You smile, and he leans in to kiss you. It's a perfect moment, under the bright lights, while the ice beneath your feet seems to no longer matter.

[bahrtofane]

thinking about jude who accidentally gives you an arm to the face cuz hes just so excited to see you and rushes to give you a hug all too fast but its too late and boom you face has collided with the side of his arm and oh my god it definitely hurt

you clutch your face and he immediately thinks he just took you out or busted your lip. pressing his hands to your face cupping it gently as you hiss from the impact

"im so so sorry baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead

you try to speak, telling him you’re fine and it was nothing, but hes already shushing you. placing a hand to the back of your head and and brining your face to rest in the crook of his neck.

he spends the rest of the day saying sorry.

"im really fine see-" you pull your bottom lip out," im fine!"

he only shakes his head, "i almost knocked you out i feel horrid." handing you your favorite drink. your 2nd of the morning. another apology gift. crossing his arms and cracking a smile when you take it gingerly

youre on the way to the next. to get you sparkling and fancy jewelry

even if in hindsight he really didn’t do much damage, his love language to you is gift giving so let him spoil you dammit

[insidekatmind]

Physiotherapist~ Jude Bellingham

Wearning: slight smut

It was a morning like many others in your physiotherapy studio. The sunlight filtered through the windows, and the sound of the instruments you were organizing mixed with the faint hum of the city outside. You were finishing up the last few things when the phone rang. You answered with your usual professionalism, but the voice on the other end surprised you.

"Hello, this is Jude Bellingham, a player for Real Madrid," said a young, polite voice, with an English accent that revealed his origins. "I had a small issue with my leg during training, and they told me about you. Could you come to my house to check it out?"

It took a moment to process the situation. Jude Bellingham? The talented midfielder for Real Madrid? And he was calling you? This wasn’t something that happened every day. Recovering from the shock, you calmly responded.

"Certainly, Mr. Bellingham. Tell me where you live, and I’ll come as soon as possible."

He gave you the address of an elegant villa, located in an exclusive area of Madrid. Shortly after, you were in your car, with your work kit, heading toward what promised to be a very different kind of day.

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You arrived in front of an imposing gate. After announcing yourself, the gate slowly opened, revealing a modern villa surrounded by a perfectly manicured garden. Jude greeted you at the door. He was tall, with a kind smile despite the slight discomfort evident in his posture.

"Thank you so much for coming so quickly," he said, inviting you inside. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

"It’s my job," you replied with a professional smile, placing your kit on the coffee table in the living room. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"I was training yesterday," he began to explain, showing you a slight swelling on the lower part of his thigh. "I felt a sort of tear when I suddenly changed direction. It’s not too painful, but it bothers me when I walk, and I’m worried it might get worse."

You examined his leg carefully, applying pressure at certain points and observing his reactions.

You sit beside him on the treatment table, positioning yourself comfortably to work more effectively. Gently, you lift his leg and place it on your knees, supporting it with both hands. You begin massaging with slow, precise movements, trying to identify any areas of tension.

Focusing on a specific area near the knee, you press lightly with your fingers, carefully watching his reaction.

"Tell me, does it hurt if I press here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a hint of concern in your voice, ready to assess his response.

Jude looked at you as you touched his leg, he was a bit taken by surprise, since your touch sent a shiver down his spine, but he tried his best to keep a cool demeanor. "Uhm, yeah, a little"

You nod silently, keeping your gaze focused on Jude's knee as your hands continue to move with precision. Your fingers trace the muscles around the joint, exploring gently and applying measured pressure.

"Here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a trace of concern in your voice, ready to assess his answer.

Jude let a soft breath when you touched his thigh. A shiver travelled through his body once again, it was very hard to hide his reaction to your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment before answering. "Mhm... Yes, there too"

Your hands move with gentleness but firmness, slowly traveling up his leg to examine the area above the knee. You massage the muscles carefully, trying to sense any tension or irregularities under your fingertips. Then you press on a spot just slightly higher, tilting your head slightly as you watch his expression.

"And here?" you ask in a calm, reassuring tone, maintaining eye contact to catch any subtle sign of discomfort or pain.

With his answer, you moved your hands higher and a soft moan escaped from his lips, a shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed, trying his best to contain himself. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. "Mhm,yeah... right there".

As soon as you hear her groaning choked, you look up, worried. Your hands stop a moment above that critical point, then you start massaging it with gentle circular movements, trying to relieve the tension. "Does it hurt a lot?" Ask him in a soft but serious voice, looking carefully at his face for any signs of discomfort as you continue to work on the area.

Jude's breath quickened as you massaged the sensitive area. His body tensed at the contact, and he had a hard time keeping a neutral expression on his face, his self-control was weakening. "Yeah, It's sore... really sore"

Nod slightly, your eyes attentive to his signals as your hands continue to work very gently on the sore area. Your movements become even slower and measured, applying a minimum of pressure to not cause you further discomfort.

Stay focused, maintaining eye contact from time to time to make sure he is well, ready to modulate treatment based on his reaction.

Jude inhaled deeply as you continued to massage the sensitive area. His grip on the couch tightened, trying his best not to moan again. His breaths were getting heavier and uneven as your touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. "Mhm,God... Just like that"

You nod with a serene expression, interpreting his silence and movements as a sign that the pain was diminishing. Continuing to massage gently, look up at him and ask in a calm and professional tone:

"Is that okay or do you want me to add a little more pressure?"

Your voice is soft, reassuring, ready to adapt to give you the greatest relief.

Jude closed his eyes, trying to contain his growing desire for you. He felt his body trembling slightly with each touch from you. His voice came out in a low and raspy tone."No ... no, your pressure is good .. Just keep going, please"

You nod silently, your expression focused yet serene, as your hands continue to move carefully over the affected area. You maintain a delicate but firm touch, adjusting each movement to provide maximum relief without causing further discomfort. Your gaze remains attentive, picking up on every nuance in his reactions, as you dedicate yourself to professionalism and patience.

Jude let out a soft, shaky exhale, his body tense and responsive to your touch. The pressure of your hands on him was driving him crazy, his mind was foggy with desire, each movement you made leaving him more breathless."God, that feels so good...Don't stop, please..."

As you continue to massage with slow, measured movements, look up at him with a calm and reassuring expression.

"Are you feeling better?" you ask with innocence, the tone of your voice gentle and free from pressure, focusing completely on his well-being. Your hands do not stop working, adapting to his breath and any signs of relief.

Jude's breath was now ragged and uneven, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to massage him. He managed to let out a shaky response."Much better... please don't stop".

Nod with a slight smile, noting that the tension seems to be lessening. Continuing to massage gently, your hands work in a rhythmic and measured way, trying to relieve any stiffness. You focus completely on his leg, without haste, while carefully observing his reactions to see if the pain is fading.

The silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your gentle movements and his breaths

Each movement of your hands sent another wave of pleasure through his body, his grip on the couch tightening as he tried to contain his reactions. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you continued to massage him. "God... I... I need more...Please..."

Focusing on his well-being, apply a little more pressure during the massage, trying to work deeply on the sore area. Your gaze becomes more attentive as you observe it, noticing every little reaction.

"Does it still hurt?" Ask with worried voice, soft tone but serious, as you continue with the treatment, ready to adjust the pressure if necessary.

Jude's breath hitched as you pressed harder, a soft moan escaped his lips as he bit down on them to keep them in. He shook his head quickly, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of your hands on him. "No... not anymore... but... just don't stop... please"

You look at him with a concerned expression, noticing every subtle sign on his face. Your voice becomes even more gentle as you ask, trying to be reassuring but attentive to every response. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

Jude held your gaze, letting out a shaky breath as he spoke."It's all fine, keep going, please don't stop."

Continue massaging gently, slowly sliding down your leg looking for other areas of tension. Your hands move carefully, exploring every part until you stop at a point lower.

Looking at it carefully, ask in a calm and reassuring voice. "Does this hurt?"

Observe your reaction, ready to adapt the treatment based on the response, maintaining eye contact to better understand if there is still discomfort or if the pain is abating.

His body tensed again, as your hands slid lower, he swallowed hard, fighting the sudden intense sensation. He took a few moments to reply, and when he did, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah...that's where it hurts..."

You nod slightly, continuing to massage the area you just touched with delicate and precise movements. Your focus is complete as you ensure not to apply too much pressure, aiming to relax each tense muscle. "Is it better this way?" you ask, your voice calm and reassuring, while you continue the treatment attentively, ready to adjust your touch based on how he feels.

As you spoke, he breathed out a low moan, his voice strained with desire. "Much better...but don't stop just yet..."

He reached up and gently grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his leg, his body responding with another shiver of pleasure.

You continue to massage the area gently, focusing on the muscles that need more attention. After a few moments, you stop the movements and, with a calm gesture, slide his left leg off your knees, supporting it gently as you lower it with care.

Then, with the same attention, you take his right leg, lifting it and carefully positioning it on your knees, ready to resume the treatment.

Jude watched intently as you switched from massaging his left leg to the right, his body still burning with desire. He watched your every move, taking in every detail of your touch, his breathing heavy and uneven. " God... that feels so good... don't stop... Please..."

You look at him with a concerned expression as you position his right leg on your knees. Your eyes are focused on his reaction, trying to discern if there's still any sign of pain.

"Does it hurt?" you ask in a gentle voice, ready to stop or adjust the treatment based on his response. Your full attention is on him, aiming to ensure his utmost comfort.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes still fixed on you, his body responding to your touch by involuntarily arching into your hand."No... it doesn't hurt... it feels amazing...:

He reached out and touched your wrist, gently pulling you closer, wanting more of your touch.

You nod slightly, carefully observing his every reaction as you begin to gently massage his right thigh. Your hands move with precision over the muscles, searching for any areas of tension. Then, with a gentle motion, you press on a specific spot on his thigh.

"Does it hurt?" you ask in a calm and concerned voice, trying to assess his reaction.

He let out an involuntary gasp when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, his body tensing slightly at the sudden sensation. "mhm... yeah..."He exhaled deeply, his voice low and strained, the feel of your hand on his skin causing his heart to race with desire. "But don't... don't stop...please..."

As you continued to massage him, Jude's breathing became more ragged, each movement sending another wave of pleasure through his body. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his body arching involuntarily, seeking more contact with you.

He tried to keep his responses under control, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Feeling himself hardening in his pants, he tried to muffle a low moan, his voice strained as he spoke. "God, please.... don't stop.... it feels so good... please"

You look at him with an innocent expression, continuing to massage his leg with gentle, measured movements. Your focus is entirely on him, aiming to relieve any tension.

You press gently on another area of his thigh and, looking at him with kindness, ask,

"Does it still hurt here? Your tone is soft and calm as you observe his every reaction, ready to adjust the pressure to ensure maximum relief.

Jude let out a low, shaky exhale, his body quivering with pleasure as your hands glided over his skin. He watched you intently, his body responding to your every touch as he tried to keep his growing desire in check. "No, not there... but... a little higher, please..."

His voice was strained and hoarse, his body tense with desire as he watched you, silently begging for your touch.

As your hand moved closer to his inner thigh, Jude inhaled deeply, his body tensing in anticipation, his eyes fixed on you as if begging you to continue. "Yes... please... just like that...:

His voice was a low and shaky whisper, his body involuntarily arching into your touch, wanting more of your attention on him.

Each touch from you sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he fought to keep his body from reacting too visibly, but was failing miserably. The pleasure was almost becoming overwhelming, his body trembling under your touch, his mind clouded with desire. " God, please... don't stop... it feels so good..."

He tried to keep his voice steady, but his breaths were growing more ragged with each passing moment.

You continue to gently stroke his thigh, looking for any other signs of pain. "Is it better?" you ask softly, your tone tender and concerned as you keep a close watch on his reactions.

Jude closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, his body responding to your touch with a shudder of pleasure. Your touch felt like electricity on his skin, sending currents of desire through him."Much better... but... don't stop, please..."

He reached out and gently put his hand on your wrist, silently pleading for you to continue touching him.

You comply with his request and continue, maintaining a gentle, focused touch as you proceed with the treatment, staying attentive to his comfort and any signs of discomfort.

Jude let out a soft moan as you continued to touch him, his body arching involuntarily towards your hand, seeking more of the delicious sensations you were causing. He was losing control, the pleasure too intense to ignore any longer. "God... I... I need more...Please, don't stop..."

You look at him with concern. "Does it still hurt?" you ask, watching his expression closely. Jude nods, but you can tell he's lying.

Jude knew that he should stop you, that this was getting out of hand, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and the thought of you pulling away was unbearable. "Yes... it still hurts..." He said, his voice ragged, his body trembling with desire, his eyes fixed on you, silently begging you to keep touching him.

You look at him worried." I know it may sound strange but can you take off your shorts?" The questions and you get up for a moment to go get the cream.

Jude's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but there was also a flicker of anticipation in them. He nodded silently, then slowly began to take off his sweatpants, his hands shaking slightly as he did so.

Jude looked at his enormous hardness that was in his underwear that threatened to come out and really hoped that you would not notice

He watched you spread the cream on your hands and then you took his thigh putting it back on yours and massaged it with the cream

As you applied the cream, Jude watched you intently, his body responding to your touch, his breathing getting ragged. The coolness of the cream was a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, and the feeling of your hands on him sent another wave of pleasure through his body "Oh God, yes... that feels so good...".His voice was a low, strained whisper, his body quivering under your touch, his mind clouded with a mixture of pleasure and desire.

Jude's body seemed to have a mind of its own, as it responded to your touch more than he could control. His hips raised slightly, seeking more of the delicious sensations your hands were creating. He tried to control himself, not wanting to give in completely to his desire, but it was becoming harder with each passing moment.

"How do you feel?" you ask, continuing to massage, your tone soft and attentive as you watch his reactions carefully.

Jude tried to speak, but his voice didn't work properly, his body too overwhelmed by the pleasure your hands were giving him. " God, you feel so good..."

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself, but his body was reacting to every little movement your hands made on him.

Nod and go on. Jude took your hand and with a fake mistake made you touch his hardness to bring your hand under the thigh saying that here he hurt . You nodded and massaged that area with cream.

As you rubbed the cream on his thigh, Jude let out a low gasp, his body tensing under your touch. He couldn't help but silently curse himself for the slip, knowing that you had to have felt his hardness when he accidentally guided your hand there."Yes, that's sore too.... really sore".He tried to keep his voice steady, but there was an obvious hint of desperation in his tone.

You nod, feeling sorry for him. "I'm sorry you're in so much pain," you say innocently, continuing the massage with gentle movements.

Jude listened to your words, his chest feeling heavy with guilt for deceiving you, but at the same time, he couldn't deny how good your touch felt on his body."It's.... It's okay... you're making it better... your touch is helping..." He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire, silently pleading for you to continue touching him, despite knowing it was wrong.

Jude could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, your hands on him sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Every little touch was both ecstasy and torture, and he was struggling to hold back"God... please... I'm not sure how much more I can take..."His voice was strained, his breathing increasingly ragged

You look at him worried texting more intensely his thigh "does it hurt you again?" Ask. He while feeling reach his climax

Jude's breathing quickened, his body tensing up as he tried his best to conceal what was happening, but it was becoming almost impossible to do so. " No... not as much anymore... but... but it's still sore..."He managed to say, his voice choked and strained, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to contain his reactions.

You nodded and hummed while you continued massaging his thigh, and by mistake you touched a little bit of his hardness making him come "how do you feel?"

As your hand accidentally brushed against his hardness, a low, strangled moan escaped his lips

" God....so good....so much better..."His body was trembling under your touch, as he tried to come down from the intense pleasure you had just given him, his breathing still.

He smiled satisfied for coming without you noticing. You gave your last massages to his "better?"

Jude swallowed hard, his body trembling with pleasure, his breathing slowly returning to normal. " So much better... thank you... you have no idea how much your touch is helping me..."

He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire, thankful that you hadn't noticed the true reason for his pleasure.

You nod and remove your hands from his thighs. "Next time, try to be more careful when you train," you say softly. "And if you need any more massages, you can call me," you continue, offering reassurance with a gentle tone.

Jude chuckled softly, his body feeling relaxed and satisfied after the intense mix of pleasure and deception. He looked at you, grateful for your help, but also a bit guilty for lying about the real reason for his pain. " I'll be more careful... and if I need more help, I know who to call."

He smiled genuinely, his eyes lingering on you, silently promising himself he won't ask for your touch again, despite his body begging for more.

As he put his sweatpants back on, Jude couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with regret. He knew that he had taken advantage of your kindness and generosity, but the pleasure he had experienced was something he wasn't sure he could willingly give up.He walked with you towards the door, his mind swirling with mixed emotions, his body still buzzing with the memory of your touch, and silently wishing he could feel it again.

You smile,Jude returned your smile, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, silently hoping that you wouldn't read the guilt and desire in his gaze.

"Thank you, again... for your help."He said, his voice slightly hoarse, his body still aching for more of your touch, but knowing he had to send you away .

You smile gently and say, "It's my job," your voice soft and comforting, as you continue to offer reassurance.

Jude's eyes softened slightly at your words, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your voice. Even though he knew he was being selfish, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment he felt at hearing you brush off your actions as simply part of your job." I guess it is."He said quietly, his gaze lingering on you, his mind silently longing for the sweet torture of your touch again

You chuckle softly, looking at him with a warm, understanding smile.

Jude's heart skipped another beat as your laugh filled the air, his body responding involuntarily to the sound. His eyes roamed over your face, tracing the shape of your lips, silently wondering what it would be like to taste them, to claim them as his own.He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, his guilt battling with his overpowering desire.

"See you, Jude," you say softly, giving him a kind smile before you turn and leave.

Jude watched you go, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions, his body longing to call you back, to ask you to stay a little longer, just so he could feel your hands on him, even for just a moment longer." See you…". He said quietly, his voice strained, as he watched you disappear, knowing that the memory of your touch would haunt him for days to come.

[insidekatmind]

Bet in Madrid pt.2-Jude Bellingham

Pt.1

Plot: While on holiday in Madrid with your friends, you notice Jude Bellingham, Vinícius Jr, Rodrygo and Mbappé in a bar. Your friends challenge you: you have to ask Jude for a kiss, or you will pay for dinner.

The buzz of the venue fills the air as the footballers exchange chatter with each other, their laughter low and their words barely audible above the background music. Your eyes continue to rest on Jude Bellingham. And his gaze, every now and then, comes back to look for you. You notice it immediately: the tension, the curiosity, that hint of a smile that lights up his face as he talks to Vinícius Jr. “She’s a catch bro” Vinicius says.Jude laughs and nods in response

“She definitely looks more than a good kisser” he says.

“Oh she does, looks like she’s feisty” Vinicius answers and Jude smiles “Looks like it and I’m interested in finding out”.

In the meantime you had gotten up to go to the counter to order a martini. Jude watches as you get up and walks to the counter to order a drink and looks at you like prey. He then turns his attention back to Vini

“I’m thinking of talking to her again” Jude says and Vinicius smile. “Go for it. Can’t leave it for too long bro or someone else might get her”

Jude grins as he nods his head in response to Vini’s comment. He gets up off his chair and walks to you at the counter. He approaches you at the counter and stands next to you.When you hearing someone who had sat next to you, you turn and smile looking at Jude.

"Look who shows up again" you make fun of.

He chuckles as he leans his elbow on the bar.“Hey there doll. Couldn’t get enough of me huh?”

You thank the barrista and take the martini, taking a sip and then turning to look at Jude again. “You're the one who came to me,” you say, amused, looking at him.

He smirks as he watches you take a sip of your drink.“That’s true doll but can you blame me? You look so good how could I stay away”. You smile softly at his words looking at him.

Jude smiles back at you and looks you up and down again “And this dress. It fits you perfectly”.

You smile amused at his words and place the drink on the counter. “Well thank you, I'm honored that the great Jude Bellinghiam likes my dress” you say with a hint of amusement.

He chuckles as he looks at you “Of course I like it look how it shows off your body”.

You smile and bite your lip looking at him. “Is the great Jude Belingham hitting on me?” you say jokingly.

He laughs at your question and smirks at you.“I might be doll. Is it working?” You smile and approach him, leaning on the counter, showing more of the neckline of your dress. "What do you think?" you ask seductively.

Jude looks at the neckline of your dress and he grins as you get closer to him.“Looks like its working to me doll”.

You smile amused and touch his arm while looking at him. He smirks as you touch his arm and looks back at you.“You just can’t get enough of me can you doll?”

You smile mischievously, licking your lips. “Well how could I?” you whisper seductively.

Jude grins even more at your comment. “Can’t argue with that. You’re too tempting darling”

Your smile becomes bolder, while your eyes are fixed in his. "Temptress, eh? I could say the same about you, Jude.". He laughs slowly, tilting his head to one side as he looks at you carefully.

"Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was me that made you bite your lip," he replied, in a tone so confident of himself that he snapped a funny smile.

"Maybe it’s just a habit," you counter, taking another sip of your martini. "Doesn’t mean you’re hitting me so hard.".

"Really?" Jude approaches, his elbow still leaning against the counter as his body tilts towards you. "Because I think he is doing it." Smile, shaking your head slightly.

"Are you sure your fame isn’t making you a little too much of a head?". He laughs, a low and deep sound that seems to fill the space around you.

"Maybe. But I’m not talking about my fame, I’m talking about me. And something tells me you like me, doll." You leave the glass on the counter and lean towards it, shortening the distance even more.

"What if it was? What would you do?" you ask, your voice a provocative whisper.

Jude looks at you intensely, his smile becoming slower and more deliberate. "Well, then I would continue to do what I am doing. Just a little more boldness.".

It makes you smile, but raise an eyebrow, amuse yourself. "Boldness? You’re already quite daring, Jude."

"Yes? I haven’t started yet, trust me," he replies, tone full of promise. Before you can answer, the bartender interrupts you, asking if you want another drink.

You shake your head, but Jude fits in, looking at you. "Give her another martini. I’ll buy you one." You turn to him, lips half bent in a smile. "No need, you know?".

"I know," he simply replies. "But I wanted to." Your new martini comes in quick, and Jude raises his glass in an imaginary toast.

“Here's to you, doll. And to the fact that you made this evening much more interesting.”. You raise your glass in a toast, your eyes meeting over the rim.

“To us, then. And the fact that you know how to get noticed.”. You both drink, and when you lower your glass, he smiles again.

“So, what do you think about dropping everything else and spending the rest of the evening with me?” Its audacity surprises and fascinates you at the same time.

You tilt your head, pretending to consider the proposal. “It depends,” you reply with a mysterious smile.

“What do you have in mind?”. Jude leans even closer, his voice low and intimate.

“I know a quiet place, away from all this chaos. Just me, you and the time to get to know each other better.”. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his words reach you.

“Temptress, you said?” you retort, the mischievous smile you tear from him making you feel almost victorious.

“You are more so than you think,” he says, his tone a perfect mix of challenge and interest. “So, what do you say, doll? Do you accept my proposal?”

As Jude suggests the idea of leaving the club to spend more time with you, your heart races but you manage to keep a mysterious smile on your lips.

Your heart flutters when his voice drops as he suggests a private space with just you two, making your spine tingle.Your smile becomes bolder as you feel the heat and tension between you two increase, Jude's tone challenging you to take the next step.

[insidekatmind]

Beyond the Fear~Jude Bellingham

Plot: you and Jude fight because he wants a child but you don't feel ready

wearing: angst, sweet ending

You are in the small park next to the apartment complex where you live, where the afternoon sun filters through the branches of the trees, creating bright spots on the grassy ground. The children run and laugh around you, their energy is contagious. You enjoy spending time with them, organizing little games, telling stories or helping them with their homework. It is a moment of lightness, of pure carefreeness.

Jude, your boyfriend,watches you from a distance. It is not unusual for him to do so. He often leans on the fence of the park or sits on a bench a few meters away. You recognize him immediately.

"You always stay here, huh?" he says one day, leaning in with a smile that tries to hide something deeper.

"I like being with them," you say, pointing to the group of children playing hide and seek. "They're so full of life."

Jude nods slowly, but his gaze doesn't move from you. It's intense, almost piercing. You feel the weight of his eyes on your face, on your hands as they fix a little girl's braid.

"You're incredible with them,"he murmurs at one point. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but loud enough to reach your ear."You know... sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a child of our own."

His statement takes you by surprise. You turn to him, trying to read the enigmatic smile on his face. "A child, huh?" You ask with a light laugh. *"Don't you feel like you're rushing a little?"

*But Jude doesn't laugh. He takes a step closer, letting the silence between you thicken. "I'm not kidding," he says with a sincerity that both makes you uncomfortable and intrigued."Every time I see you with them... I can't get the idea out of my head of what you'd be like as a mother. Perfect, I'd say."

You blush, looking down. "It's a nice thought, but... it's not the right time."

"When will it be, then?" he insists, gently taking your hand. His touch is warm, reassuring, but you sense a sort of hidden urgency.

His fingers trace small circles on your palm, a silent, insistent request for your acquiescence.*

"Jude..." you hesitate, looking up. Your eyes meet his intense look. "We've only been together a few months...it's too early to think about such serious things."

*He nods, but there's a stubborn stubbornness to his expression. "I don't believe in fate, destiny, or crap like that." He says, a little harshly. "But from the moment I saw you, I was sure of one thing: you were made for me."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. You've heard them before, in small declarations of love and passionate embraces. But this time it's different.

Jude's fingers tighten around yours, almost anxiously. "There's something about you, something that makes me feel..." he struggles to find the words. "I don't just feel attracted to you because you're beautiful, or funny, or intelligent. It's like I've known you all my life. Like in my soul, deeper than I can put into words, I know you're the one."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. You've heard them before, in small declarations of love and passionate embraces. But this time it's different.

Jude's fingers tighten around yours, almost anxiously. "There's something about you, something that makes me feel..." he struggles to find the words. "I don't just feel attracted to you because you're beautiful, or funny, or intelligent. It's like I've known you all my life. Like in my soul, deeper than I can put into words, I know you're the one."

His grip on your hand becomes almost painful. "I want to share everything with you. I dream of going through life together. Of having adventures, of loving you till we're 80, of having children... I know it sounds silly but... I can't see myself with anyone but you."

You look at him, torn between surprise and affection. He's so vulnerable here, so different from the usual self-assured man you know.

"I... I don't know what to say," you stutter, trying to order your chaotic thoughts. "I love you, too... But what we have now is so good... Why must we rush into things?"

His eyes narrow, as if your answer is not what he expected. He runs a hand over his face, frustrated. "I'm rushing? It's been months, darling. We're not getting any younger. Life is short. I don't want to waste a instant."

Your heart beats faster, not just because of his intense gaze, but also due to his words. His insistence on the concept of time makes you uncomfortable, you feel pushed into a choice.

"I understand that you want these things, believe me. But we're still figuring each other out. We should enjoy this phase of our relationship..." you try to reason, but Jude interrupts you, his voice a little more urgent than before.

"What do you mean 'figure us out'? I feel like I know you better than myself! What more should we know?"

You take a small step back, overwhelmed by his persistence. You'd hoped that this talk would end with a laugh, in a warm hug. Instead, it's becoming an argument, something you didn't expect.

"There are so many things we don't know about each other," you explain, your voice wavering a bit. "We haven't gone on any significant trips, we haven't met our parents, we haven't faced any serious problems... these are all fundamental things, Jude."

A small shadow of annoyance passes over his face, making his features harden.

"What are you implying? That our relationship is not serious because we haven't done all these things? That it's all just an illusion?"

You shake your head, trying to find the right words to express what you feel. "No, no, I'm not saying that at all. I'm just trying to be realistic. We can't make big decisions if we haven't experienced many things together."

"I don't know, I don't know..." you say, frustrated and a little scared.".We both know it's not just about time. It's a feeling, it's an intuition."

Jude makes a small sound, almost like a scoff.

"This isn't about your damn intuition," he says, a hint of anger finally breaking through. "I want a life with you, I want to wake up next to you every morning... Is it so hard to understand?"

You shake your head, feeling tears stinging your eyelids. This conversation is taking a direction you weren't expecting, and it's hurting you.

"Of course, it's not hard to understand. I want those things too, but..."

He suddenly grabs your shoulders, almost shaking you. "But what, huh? What is holding you back from making a commitment?"

"It's not that I don't want to make a commitment," you try to explain, your voice choked with sobs. "I love you, you know that. But committing to a life together...it's a huge deal."

He lets out a breath that sounds like a strangled laugh, and releases your shoulders, taking a step back.

"I see. Commitment must come when you're ready, huh? The right time, the perfect set of circumstances..." he says, his voice full of sarcasm.

His words cut deep. You feel accused but don't understand why.

"Jude, that's not what I'm saying..."

But he silences you, his gaze burning with frustration and disappointment.

"Isn't it?" he asks bitterly. "You want to keep playing this game until everything is perfectly aligned, until it's too late. But life doesn't work like that."

You feel a sense of panic, like things are spiraling out of control.

"Please, stop... This is not how I wanted this conversation to go." You take hold of his forearms, your fingers wrapping around his tense muscles. But he doesn't soften.

"How would you want it to go, then? Would you like me to wait until we're old and gray?" Jude says, his sarcastic tone like a blade in your heart.

you look at him trying to make him see reason "Jude we are only twenty-one years old"

He looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger.

"Twenty-one is not that young, darling," he retorts through gritted teeth. "Many people have families at our age. Hell, some get married at eighteen !"

You let go of his arms, taking a small step back. Your heart is beating fast in your chest, but you try to keep your voice steady.

"But most people wait. Just because some others go through these steps early doesn't mean we have to do the same."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"So what, we'll just wait and wait and wait some more... just because most people do?"

His tone is harsh, like he's expecting a specific answer that you can't give him.

"I... I don't know..." you stutter, overwhelmed by the force of his insistence.

He takes a step forward, closing the small distance between you. "Exactly. You don't know. You have no idea when you'll feel ready, and you have no idea how much time you're asking me to waste."

His words cut deep. They make you feel like a fool, like a coward who's afraid to make decisions. But you try to keep control, even though your vision is starting to blur from the tears you're holding back.

"I'm not asking you to waste anything... I just want..."

He cuts you off with a sharp laugh. "You want... what, exactly? Do you even know what you want?"

The question hangs in the air like a heavy cloud, and you struggle to find an answer. In a way he's right.

"Of course, I...I want a future with you," you start, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

"But I also want to enjoy being young, to do things we can't do once we have responsibilities, bills to pay, maybe a family..."

He looks at you, his gaze intense and critical.

"You think having a family would prevent you from enjoying life? Do you think having responsibilities would make everything impossible?"

There's a hint of hurt behind his anger, as if your words are twisting a knife in an open wound.

You take a deep breath, trying to make him understand what you feel."No, that's not what I'm saying. I know there will be beautiful aspects too, moments that will fill us with joy..."

He shakes his head, dismissing your words.

"But you're afraid. You're scared of the commitment, of the responsibility. Of giving up your freedom."

You shake your head fiercely, feeling like he doesn't understand you at all. The tears are ready to burst, like a dam about to break.

"I'm not scared of commitment. I love you more than anything! It's just... It's a big decision, can't you see? I'm not scared, I just need time."

He scoffs, his eyes narrowing. "Time. Always more time. But what if I don't want to give you time? What if I don't want to spend my youth waiting for you to make up your mind?"

His words sting like a knife, leaving you cold.

"So what, you're just going to give up on us because I want a little more time?" you ask, your voice choked with tears.

He doesn't respond right away, his gaze averted. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, a hint of regret in his tone.

"Is it really just a 'little' more time? Or another year, two years... or maybe five?"

You swallow hard, the reality of his words sinking in. It's true, you can't give him a definitive timeline. The thought of losing him fills you with fear, but the thought of rushing into something you're not ready for is equally scary.

"I don't know..." you whisper, fighting back tears. "I just wish you could understand."

He sighs, and his features soften a bit. "Understand what, darling? That you need to figure stuff out before committing to me? That I have to sit around and wait for you to make a choice? How do you expect me to be okay with that?"

The accusation stings, and your frustration begins to match his.

"I'm not impossible! I just need time."

He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How much time? A month? Six months? A year?"

His insistence is exhausting, and you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself.

"Stop pushing me! I can't give you a damn timeline because I don't know how long it will take me to be ready!" you cry out, surprising even yourself with the volume of your voice.

His eyes widen at your outburst, clearly not expecting such a reaction from you. The silence that follows is tense, filled only by the sound of your heavy breathing.

He looks at you for what feels like an eternity, his expression a mixture of frustration and hurt, and then sighs, running a hand over his face.

"You know what? Forget it. We're going around in circles. It's pointless."

A pang of pain stabs your heart at his words. You feel abandoned, like he's giving up on you without even trying to understand.

"So that's it? You'll give up on us just like that?" You ask, your voice cracking with emotion.

His words cut deep, making you feel like a fool, like a child who doesn't know what they want.

"Is it so hard to wait?” You say, your voice trembling with tears.

He looks at you like you've said something stupid, and he snaps.

"Yes, damn it! It's hard! It's harder than anything I've ever done. Spending day after day, not knowing if you'll ever want to build a life with me. Wondering if I'm just wasting my time."

It breaks your heart to hear him express his fears like this, to realize how much this hurts him. You want to reach out to him, to hold him, to tell him it will be okay. But the words choke in your throat.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..." You whisper, your voice trembling with sobs.

He lets out a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, they're filled with an intensity that makes your heart stutter.

"But you are hurting me. By not knowing what you want, by not giving me some kind of certainty. Do you even see a future with me?"

"sure baby" whispers softly

His expression softens slightly at your words, but his eyes remain searching, as if he's trying to understand more than just your answer.

"You say you see a future with me, but do you really? Are you sure I'm what you want? Because if I'm not, you need to be honest. I'm tired of being in this limbo, of waiting for you to make up your damn mind."

Your heart aches at the pleading in his voice, and you reach out a trembling hand towards him.His closeness, the certainty in his voice, it's so tempting to give in to his reassurance. But doubt still nags at you.

"But what if I can't figure it out?" You whisper, feeling like a failure."What if I'm stuck in this feeling forever?"His closeness, the certainty in his voice, it's so tempting to give in to his reassurance. But doubt still nags at you.

"But what if I can't figure it out?" You whisper, feeling like a failure."What if I'm stuck in this feeling forever?"

"Of course I see a future with you," you whisper, your voice breaking with emotion.'But I just.. I need a little more time to be absolutely sure."

Jude looks at your outstretched hand, his expression still edged with frustration.

"Time. Always more time. But how much is enough? How long until you're 'absolutely sure'?"

He looks at your outstretched hand, his expression still edged with frustration.

"Time. Always more time. But how much is enough? How long until you're 'absolutely sure'?"

You shake your head, feeling frustrated and helpless. It's true, you can't give him a timeline, but you want him to understand.

"I don't know..." you admit, your voice thick with guilt. "I just want to be sure, to be absolutely sure, that we're doing the right thing here. A life together, it's a big deal, it's a huge commitment..."

A hint of disbelief flashes in his eyes.

"You don't think I know that?" He asks, his voice rising slightly. "I know it's a huge commitment. And I'm ready for it, dammit, I've been ready for a while."

His intensity makes you shudder, but you try to steady yourself.

"I know you're ready. And I'm scared, okay? I'm scared that I won't be able to give you what you want, that I won't be enough."

Jude looks at you incredulously, surprised by your confession.

"You think you're not enough? Is that what this is about? You being scared you're not good enough for me?"

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes again. The fear of not being good enough, of not measuring up, has been at the back of your mind for a while now, but you've never voiced it.

He lets out a breath, his expression shifting from incredulous to something softer.

"Goddammit, darling, is that what you think?"

You nod again, unable to speak as the tears start to fall. The weight of your insecurities is suddenly too much to bear

He watches you for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise and hurt.

"You really think I'd want to spend the rest of my life with someone who's not 'good enough'?"

You look down, unable to meet his gaze. Your insecurities are screaming that he deserves better, that you're not worthy of his love and commitment.

"I don't want to hold you back," you whisper, your voice barely audible."I don't want to be a burden."

He shakes his head, his expression becoming more intense.

"Hold me back? You're not a burden. Goddamnit, you have no idea the way I feel about you, do you?"

His words hit you hard, chipping away at the wall of insecurity you've built around yourself. But doubt still lingers in the back of your mind.

"What if… what if I can't give you what you want?" You ask, your voice trembling.

He takes a step closer, his gaze serious and determined.

"Babe, what I want is you. Just you. I don't care about anything else. And if you're scared you can't give me what you think I need, don't you think that's something we can talk about and figure out together?"

His closeness, the certainty in his voice, it's so tempting to give in to his reassurance. But doubt still nags at you.

"But what if I can't figure it out?" You whisper, feeling like a failure."What if I'm stuck in this feeling forever?"

He tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze.

"Then we'll figure it out together. I'm not giving up on us, on you. We'll work through it, we'll find a way. I'm in this for the long haul, no matter what."

you smile sweetly and hug him with sweetness.He hugs you back, his arms wrapping tightly around you. His embrace is warm and reassuring, and for a moment, all your fears and doubts are drowned out by his presence.

He buries his face in your hair, his voice a low murmur. "I'm not going anywhere."

hearing his words you hug him tighter "I love you Jude"

He tightens his hold on you, his heart racing at your words. For a moment, he just holds you, basking in the sweetness of your declaration, before pulling back enough to look at you.

"I love you too, darling. More than you could ever know."

[insidekatmind]

Bet in Madrid pt.3~Jude Bellingham

Pt.2

Plot: While on holiday in Madrid with your friends, you notice Jude Bellingham, Vinícius Jr, Rodrygo and Mbappé in a bar. Your friends challenge you: you have to ask Jude for a kiss, or you will pay for dinner.

You stare at Jude for a moment, evaluating his words. His smile is confident, but there’s a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, as if he’s waiting to truly understand who you are and how far you’re willing to go. You set your glass down on the counter, tilting your head slightly.

“That depends,” you whisper, your voice seductive. “If this place is really as interesting as you say.”

Jude smirks, clearly pleased with your response. He straightens slightly, slipping one hand into his pocket while the other rests casually on the counter. “I won’t disappoint you, doll. Promise.”

“Oh, really?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. “I hope you always keep your promises, Jude.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I’m not the kind of guy who leaves things unfinished, trust me. Shall we go?”

You slide off the stool, grabbing your purse and shooting him a quick glance. “Lead the way, then.”

Jude steps back, motioning for you to follow. He guides you out of the bar, where the night air is cool and speckled with the city’s lights. He turns toward you as you walk, his stride confident yet unhurried. “So, doll, where are you from? I get the feeling you’re not from around here.”

“What makes you think that?” you reply, smiling with a hint of challenge.

“The way you carry yourself, the way you talk,” he says, casting a sideways glance at you. “You don’t seem like someone who gets lost in places like this.”

You chuckle softly, appreciating his attempt to read you. “Maybe you don’t know me well enough to say that.”

Jude grins, slowing his pace. “You’re right. And that’s exactly why I want to get to know you better.”

You both stop in front of an elegantly parked car along the curb. He opens the door for you, a gesture that seems effortless for him. “Don’t worry, it’s not far,” he says, noticing your curious glance.

You settle into the seat, and Jude closes the door behind you, walking around to get into the driver’s side. As he starts the engine, a faint smile plays on his lips. “If I disappoint you, I promise I’ll bring you back here immediately.”

“I hope you live up to the expectations, Jude,” you reply, holding his gaze with an intriguing smile.

The drive is short, and soon you find yourselves in front of a small lounge bar illuminated by soft lights. There’s no crowd, just an intimate atmosphere that seems tailor-made for personal conversations.

“Here we are. This is one of my favorite spots,” Jude says, opening the door for you again.

He leads you inside, and you pick a secluded corner. The music is soft, almost a whisper, and the warm lighting accentuates his features in a way that’s hard to ignore.

“So,” he begins, leaning against the table, his eyes studying you closely. “Tell me something about yourself. Something no one else here could ever guess.”

You smile at him, tilting your head. “What kind of question is that?”

“One that reveals who you really are,” he answers without hesitation. “And I want to know who you are, doll.”

You bite your lip, considering his request. Maybe, for once, it’s worth taking the risk and letting a small part of your mask fall away.

Jude looks at you carefully, smiling. “So will you answer my question?” he whispers making you smirk

His question takes you by surprise, and for a moment, you just stare back at him, not entirely sure how to respond. “That’s a pretty personal question, don’t you think?”You respond with a smile, trying to maintain a sense of mystery. But his intense stare makes it hard to keep up your guard.

Jude grins slightly at your comment, leaning closer.“Yeah, it is. But that’s the point. I want to get to know you. The real you.”

He reaches for a strand of your hair, gently twirling it around his finger as he looks at you, his gaze intent and curious.

Your heart skips a beat as he touches your hair, the sudden intimacy of the gesture catching you off guard. But you don’t pull away, curious about where this is going.“And you think asking me to reveal something no one else knows is the best way to do that?”

He smiles at your response, moving even closer, his leg brushing against yours under the table. His hand now rests lightly on your arm, the warmth of his touch leaving a pleasant shiver down your spine.“Maybe it’s not the best way, but it’s definitely the most direct. And I like to get straight to the point.”He seems genuinely interested in your answer, his eyes not once faltering from your face.

You take a deep breath, feeling more exposed than you thought you would. His proximity and undivided attention has you on edge, but in a good way. “Fine. But it’s nothing too exciting. Just a silly little childhood dream.”

You pause for a moment, wondering if you should really tell him this. But something about the look in his eyes makes you decide to let your walls down, at least a little bit.

Jude gives you an encouraging smile, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your arm as if to say, ‘go on.’

“A childhood dream? Now you’ve got me curious.”He seems genuinely captivated by your every word, patiently waiting for you to continue.

The feeling of his fingers on your arm makes it hard for you to concentrate, but you do your best to ignore the sensation and focus on your story.“When I was younger, I used to love drawing. I would spend hours sketching and painting, dreaming of becoming an artist. But my parents had other plans, and they convinced me to study something more practical, something that would ‘secure my future.’”

You pause, wondering if you’ve shared enough. But Jude doesn’t look away, waiting for you to continue.

He smiles softly, clearly intrigued by your story. “They wanted you to be safe. Understandable, I guess.”He considers your words for a moment before adding,

“But not everyone has to listen to their parents, doll. Why didn’t you continue drawing anyway? Follow your passion?”

You let out a soft sigh, a bit surprised by his question. It’s something you’ve asked yourself countless times before.“It’s not that easy, you know? They were so convincing, and I was so young. I thought they knew better. And then college happened, and my life took a different path.”You pause, a pang of regret in your voice.

“I still draw sometimes, as a hobby. But I never did pursue it as a career.”

Jude listens intently, his eyes fixed on yours, a mix of understanding and curiosity in his gaze. He seems to mull over your words for a moment before speaking again.“But deep down, I bet you still wish you had, right?”His question isn’t an accusation, just a gentle poke to the part of your heart that still yearns for that long-forgotten dream.

His words hit a nerve, and you can’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the truth behind them.“Sometimes, yeah. Late at night, when I can’t sleep, I find myself wondering, what if?”You look down at the table, tracing invisible patterns on the wood as you continue.

“But I guess it’s too late now. I’ve built a life I’m comfortable with, and it’s too late to change it all.”

Jude reaches for your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to his. His touch is soft, almost comforting.“It’s never too late, doll. Never.”He looks at you intently, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and something else – encouragement? Inspiration?

His words ignite a small flame of hope in your heart. But you’re still hesitant, doubtful.

“It’s just a dream, Jude. And dreams rarely come true, right?”You force a weak smile, trying to cover up the fact that his words have struck a deep chord within you.

Jude’s eyes don’t leave yours, his expression serious but still gentle.“That’s where you’re wrong. Dreams do come true, you just have to chase them, fight for them.”He pauses, his fingers still lightly holding your chin, his gaze unwavering. “And if you want something badly enough, no one should stop you from getting it. Not even yourself, doll.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. The sincerity in his voice, the confidence in his tone, it’s all so different from what you’re used to hearing. You feel a flicker of inspiration, a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s right.“You make it sound so easy.”You say it lightly, almost jokingly, trying to mask your sudden vulnerability.

Jude chuckles gently, releasing your chin but letting his hand rest lightly on your arm again. “I’m not saying it’s not difficult. But anything worth having, anything worth fighting for, is never easy, right?”His eyes search yours, as if trying to see past the barriers you’ve built around yourself.

You can’t deny the truth in his words. But the practical, logical part of your brain is still struggling against the idea, trying to find ways to shoot it down.“But what if I fail? What if I’m just a bad artist, a lost dream?”The doubt and worry are visible in your eyes, despite your efforts to hide them.

Jude just smiles at your retort, his hand moving down from your arm to rest on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. “Then you fail. And you pick yourself up, dust off, and try again. And again. And again. Until you make it. Or die trying.”His voice is firm, but his eyes are warm, filled with a genuine belief in you that you’re not used to.

You smile nodding "thank you". He returns your smile, his hand still gently resting on your thigh, the touch sending a wave of comfort through your body.

“No need to thank me, doll. Just saying the truth.”He looks at you in silence for a moment, his gaze soft but intense, as if he’s trying to read your thoughts.

Your heart skips a beat under his intense gaze, your mind swirling with a mix of emotions. The confidence in his voice, the passion behind his words, it’s all so different from the usual people you interact with. “You sound so sure, so certain,” you murmur, your voice soft and laced with a tinge of awe.

He smiles, a hint of something else lurking in his eyes – pride, perhaps? Or is it satisfaction at having sparked a slight flicker of hope within you? “Because I am. I’ve seen people chase their dreams, and the ones who succeed – they all share one thing. Determination, doll. A will so strong, nothing can break it.”He gently squeezes your thigh again, his touch firm yet reassuring.

you smile and look at him softly, placing your hand on his hand that was resting on your thigh. He watches as you place your hand on his, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then a soft smile as he interlocks your fingers.

“That’s the spirit.”He tightens his grip on your hand, the heat of his skin against yours sending a thrilling shudder down your spine.

The gesture is small, but it feels intensely intimate in the dimly lit room. You can feel your breath quickening as his gaze remains on yours, his eyes now slightly darkened with something you can’t quite place.“You really have an answer for everything, don’t you?”You try to keep your voice light, but it betrays you, sounding slightly huskier than usual.

His smile widens at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. He moves slightly closer, his hand never leaving yours, now resting on your intertwined fingers laying against your thigh.“Only when it comes to things that matter, doll.”He looks down at your thigh, before looking back up into your eyes, the intensity in his gaze almost too much to handle.

You felt your heart racing and you began to look at him with pure intensity. He seems to visibly react to your stare, his gaze now almost predatory, his grip on your hand tightening subtly, yet enough to make you realize he’s just as affected by this moment as you are.

“Careful there, doll. A look like that can get you into trouble.”His voice is now lower, a hint of huskiness there that sends a pleasant shiver down your back.

[bahrtofane]

jude is on to you

you think youre so slick whispering and giggling with his mom at dinner and having a hand shake with his dad and watching all of jobes stupid shows with him

no no, jude sees right through you. youre trying to one up him this anniversary and he will not have it

you can not. will not. wont. win

no can do!

not when hes won twice in a row. he has a reputation to maintain for crying out loud. have you no sympathy. no compassion??

every year he spends months if not the full year planning and detailing his gift(s) to you. you end up crying always. mumbling thanks while you turn his shirt into a sopping wet mess. hes learned to plan for this, extra shirt on hand

but it seems like this year, you have it out for him. fully intending on outdoing his efforts

he sees you hunched over your laptop most days, scurrying off to talk on the phone and shooing him away when he gets close enough to make out words. what in the world are you planing.

he finds out soon enough. ushering into his living room while you smile so wide it hurts. greeted by all his friends who clap his back and beam. and from the centre comes zidane

you got him zidane. what. what. what

when the little dinner party winds down and people begin to leave he quietly pulls you away from the main camaraderie

"how in the world did you actually do that." he mutters, pressing kisses onto your skin

you giggle, "i wont tell you my secret. your gonna copy me!"

he rolls his eyes, chasing you down the halls while you hurl teases his way.

you won this year for sure