thank you for all of the requests i’ve received during my celebration! i love each and every one of you and am so thankful to have been apart of such a wonderful community for the past year!
i have written over 221,082 words in this fandom (6,139 words collectively in AD wips!) this year and i couldn’t be prouder. thank you all! enjoy x
Summary: When you meet Jude at a scare fest, you had no idea what you were in for— somewhere your life became looking over your shoulder, watching the shadows, and empty distorted words from pay phones and blocked numbers. And Jude may be the only one able to comfort you.
Word Count: 3,585+
Warnings: dark!fic, stalker!jude, female!reader, swearing, general fear, stalking, home invasion, empty phone calls, male masturbation, female masturbation, public masturbation, etc.
Notes: An ongoing AU based off the Writer Wednesday prompts! Also Dominik doesn’t exist in this! Jude is just a childless bachelor.
Warnings: female reader, stalking, swearing, mentions of sex, home invasion mention
Notes: Just let me know if you don’t want tagged in this AU! I can keep you tagged in other Jude content! But the prompt this part is based off of, is below! For Wednesday, April 14, 2021! Here’s my contribution for the Writer’s Wednesday! @autumnleaves1991-blog
It’s loud, it’s crowded, and Jude cannot see a fucking thing past everyone else in line after line. He’s done so good at keeping himself out of your visual range so far. He’s trailing behind you and your friends in line after line, to trailer after trailer, barn after barn. And now he’s lost you. He’s lost you in a crowd he’s unsure of. His own friends are talking around him, he invited them to cover his ass when he finally sorted out how he would meet you. How he would smile and pretend that he didn’t know a single thing about you.
And then he sees you in line for a fun house, laughing at something someone in your group had said. And the photo he takes of you isn’t stealthy at all. And he wishes he would’ve been, because he meets your eyes for a moment and has to pretend that you aren’t the one he’s looking at. That the photo is definitely a photo of the attractions. The best attraction by far.
You’ve felt like you’ve had a shadow lurking over you most of the day. Every turn you made like someone was lingering in your wake. Your heart preparing your body for fight or flight. Your mind anxiously waits for confrontation that never comes. You’re paranoid, they tell you. No one is following you. It’s a big festival and people are just enjoying their time. And you tend to believe them. You push your feelings away. You let your guard down. You try to have fun. But you really aren’t prepared to meet a pair of gorgeous brown eyes with a camera phone in the next line. But he’s not paying any attention to you. You take a look at whatever’s behind you and he must have been taking a photo of the festival.
You smile as you give your tickets to the fun house attendee. Jude watches quietly as you make your way through the doors and he just has to find a way to meet you today. He just has to. The way you were studying him just moments before. He’s admired the way your eyes shine in the daytime and how your voice was so boisterous when you were excited. He’s imagined how your body would feel under his, how your skin would feel when he’s running his hands over every inch of you. How you would feel wrapped around his cock when he finally gets the chance. He tries to imagine your voice telling him you love him. Telling him how he feels safe. But if only you knew. If you knew what he did. What he was doing.
And you start feeling uneasy again, as you exit the funhouse. Your group of friends staying close by your side. And you all agree that the Ferris wheel will be your last adventure for the night. And when Jude hears that, he knows he has to move. He has to move quickly. So he’s buying apple crisp and a lemonade and making his way to the Ferris wheel, two of his own friends in tow. He’s laughing and talking and timing it just right to walk straight into you, covering your clothing in his lemonade and crisp. “I’m so sorry.” Jude’s first words to you come out in a rush.
You’re startled by the sudden coverage of a quick meal, huffing out as you look down at your clothes. “It’s okay… accidents happen.” You look up and are met with those same brown eyes from earlier. They’re softer now. More calm.
“Can I buy you a drink or something? To make up for it.” His cheeks are growing a dark red, all the way up to the tips of his ears. In what Jude knows as feign embarrassment. You’re smiling, that weary feeling being shoved into the pits of your stomach. It’s just a drink. And you nod.
“Yeah, sure. That would be nice.” You smile softly. “When?”
“Right now if you want. There’s a nice diner across the street from the grounds.” Jude takes his shot, smiling at you gently. No one has ever felt threatened by his presence. He’s too sweet, they would tell him. Were they wrong? Who’s to say.
“Yeah, okay. Let me change and we can go.” You shake your head a bit, smile sitting on your face happily.
Jude smiles, walking with you quietly back to your car so you can change your shirt. He tries not to look, but he can’t help but catch the expanse of skin on your back, covered with the thin strap of your bra. And he wills himself to not get hard. To take his time. The game was only beginning of course. And he’s leading you across the street to the same little diner he saw you at for the first time three months before. You both slide into a booth, you’re on edge. Building walls up to protect yourself from this seemingly stranger on the other side of the table. You’re happy that someone is paying so much attention to detail in your stories. You’re happy that someone is laughing along with your jokes and grinning at the cheesecake that crumbles in front of you.
You tell him about the things that trouble you, against your better judgement. He’s just so calming to talk to. And to unload all of your secrets to a stranger you will never meet again, seemed like an okay way to deal with the stress and paranoia you have been dealing with for months now. And he listens quietly, nodding along to everything you have to say, really listening. And he’s banking on the fact that you’ve not seen him. He’s doing it all right. It’s really working. And Jude talks his way into exchanging numbers with you, flashing that pretty smile that has you meeting for coffee, brunch, and calling him to your apartment late nights just to feel his body.
And then, the place you’ve always felt safe in gets trashed by a visitor you’ve not let in one day while you’re at work. You aren’t sure what’s missing, what’s still there, or who did it in the first place.
But Jude knows, as he stuffs a pretty pair of your lacy panties into his dresser drawer, right next to a collection of photos he’s developed.
