PINK

A soft groan escaped you, even as the afternoon ticked forward the temperature hadn’t shifted. A definitely ruined sleep schedule, for what?

Jude shifted behind you, his leg pressing further against the back of yours before he turned completely. His face fell between the curve of your neck and shoulder, too close for comfort as the shine of sweat against his arms pressed onto you.

Alongside the tent in his Calvin Kleins, pushing against your ass.

Soft mumbles left his mouth before his nose pressed further into your neck, his natural body heat washing over you. And as much as you loved to be close to your boyfriend like this, the urgent need to push him off was overwhelming.

You shifted under him, moving your shoulder causing his face to fall back to the pillows. “Jude… move. You’re too heavy and hot.” you sighed, hand pushing at his large bicep helplessly.

He shook his head, moving his arms to wipe the sleep away from his eyes. Resting against his elbows his head dropped, chest moving slowly, hips digging into the mattress.

“You okay?” you leant closer despite having pushed him away, fingers running through his coils.

Jude nodded, looking up at you. Pupils blown out and a glisten of sweat against his hairline. And as disgusting as it may be, the soft redness against his skin of how the heat was effecting him only affected you worse.

“Uh-huh,” he murmured, shifting to drag his lips back along your shoulder, almost as though he read your mind. Lips slightly chapped and dry, he trailed his way to your jaw, his fingers softly grazing against the other side of your face— his other hand working swirls against your hip.

You softly hummed into his affections, subconsciously leaning closer and fluttering your eyes closed. “Jude… too hot for this.” you let out, though turned to meet his lips with your own.

He chuckled against you, moving to hover over your body. Enclosing your intertwined body heats. His tongue prodded itself into your mouth, slowly dancing with your own in a faux fight for dominance as you gave in like routine. His hand shifted to the underside of your thigh, lifting the weight to rest against his hip and pull you ultimately closer — allowing you to feel his hardening dick against your underwear.

A soft gasp sounded from you, causing you to recoil from the kiss and peer between you.

His abs and chest swaying as he breathed heavily, his legs faltering as he contained the need to press into you. A shine of sweat highlighting his pure muscle, biceps shaking with restraint.

Judes lips fell back to your jaw, licking against your own skin and groaning at the salted taste. Nuzzling closer into your skin and leaving a wet trail of kisses. Your head fell back, tilting to the side as you gave him space to work and a chance for you to find air.

Eyes fluttering in the heat of it all, his large body over yours becoming a barrier for whatever coolness the fans were providing. He continued to groan into your neck, working lovingly at the curve between your shoulder bringing blood to the surface. His hips rolled down, pressing his thickness into you.

A gentle moan left you, and you decided to push him back. Legs pulling down his hips before switching you both over with a heavy turn. You braced yourself by holding into his broad shoulders, automatically diving down to capture his lips back into yours.

His hand held your hip, helping you roll against where he throbbed for you. Your thighs either side of his, skin sticky in contact, making the friction hurt that tiny bit more — yet only egged you on. Judes free hand bunched your hair into one, twirling it in a messy attempt to get it out your way and allowing all your focus to go on him in a greedy manner.

Your hands trailed, nails lining down his torso causing him shiver. The reaction made you softly laugh before moaning shamelessly as he bucked up. “You gonna ride me, yea?” he asked breathlessly between kisses, chasing your lips as though he wasn’t the one to pull away between words. That brun accent shining through as it always did in low moments like these.

And you nodded obidently, hand halting its exploration as it came between your thighs. Blindly finding the waistband of his boxers making him hiss in delight and desire.

You lifted your hips slightly, the skin of his thighs clinging to yours as you budged the cotton down his legs, not making the effort to kick them all the way off as he had only brought you back down into a messy exchange.

A finger hooked itself to the lace lining of your underwear, letting go and pushing the bottom out the way to stroke a strong line between your folds. You gasped, knees faltering as you dropped back onto his thighs.

Jude grinned, his hand shifting from your hip to the curve of your ass, helping you sit back up as his finger glided through your slick, tracing deep circles into your clit. Your thighs shook, hands grabbing at his abs to hold yourself up right in the motion.

“Jude!” you stuttered out, swallowing deeply and screwing your eyes shut in desperation to contain yourself.

He laughed deeply, almost in a mocking manner as you shivered again. The fans’ breeze tickling your sides. And in the rhythm, he pushed your underwear out the way, lining you onto his dick and guiding you down.

A strained whine left you as he dug deep into you, his large hands holding your hips like it was the remains of salvation — the border of you taking him fully. Jude let his own line of moans string out, beads of sweat cascading the both of you as the room seemed to grow smaller and hotter.

“You okay?” he asked in a grunt, his chest rising and falling as he pat your side. You nodded, opening your eyes to face the handsome sight of him.

Your hands found his, grasping onto his hold on you as he helped you roll on his length, moving you up and down in agonisingly slow motions that had you rolling your eyes and gasping at him for more.

He breathed through it, eyes on your connection as your cunt grabbed at his dick greedily, sliding up and down in his own control. “Jude… please… need more than this…” he looked up, the whispers leaving you in a gentle embarrassment, nails clawing at his knuckles.

Jude smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought you down onto him, causing you to throw your head back as he hit as deep as he could. He gently turned you back around once more, the breeze washing over his back as he rested you against the pillows.

His gentle movements were small before he began to thrust at a set pace as though you were picking up from last time. He kissed at your temple and crown, breaths and grunts falling into you as he moved.

Your hands clawed at him, pulling down his back in a desperation for him to have mercy — though the slightest falter in his ways would have you asking to pick it back up.

His hand splayed flat against your lower back, his strength pulling you up and closer, forcing an arch and allowing him to hit deeper. As you kept your position, despite your mind fogging over, he moved to push your legs further apart, travelling to allow his thumb to circle harshly against your clit once more.

A small squeal fell from your lips, your head pushing back into the pillows before pulling Jude closer to you, sloppily kissing at his lips and slurring loving words as the knot became unbearable.

“Please don’t stop… jus’ like that…” you whispered, chest heaving as it became hard to find enough air between you.

Jude nodded, pressing delicate kisses back and continuing, doing everything he knew you liked even though he couldn’t focus properly — perhaps from the swelling heat or being this deep inside of you. “Come for me baby, let go.” he prodded, riding you through it as the climax washed over you.

And soon the place cleared out entirely, leaving you to help Mark and Denise with the mess left behind.

“You staying?” Jude asked, taking the paper plates from your hands and adding it to his own stack.

You shrugged, glancing between Denise and Jobe for approval. Jobe grinned, turning to Denise himself who nodded. “You owe me a tea then.” she laughed, opening the bin bag wider for the litter to be dumped in.

You made a round of tea, dunking a biscuit into Judes before you ran off to the shower. Leaving in a pair of pyjamas you had kept here since forever ago, scrunching your hair in a towel with your feet scraping the floor in Jobes too-big-slippers.

Jobe was already laid back in his bed, a pair of grey sweats resting low on his hips alongside a worn black tee. He scrolled on his phone, eyes flickering to you and back before he let the device fall from his grip. “Get comfortable.” he teased, his dimples showing.

You rolled your eyes, crawling into the small double bed and letting the slippers fall back onto the floor. “I’ve been here more than you recently.” you quipped, folding the small towel in your hands.

He hummed, “At least I have a real job.”

You deadpanned him, leaning back onto his pillows before ultimately curling into him — and you’d always blame it on the fact you had both grown out of his bed. Your head relaxing between his shoulder and bicep, his body resting on his side. Both your feet dangling off the end of the mattress.

“Thanks for inviting me.” you whispered, not feeling the need to take up space in the room.

He breathed out a laugh, bicep flexing under your head as he shifted to run his fingers along your scalp. “If it wasn’t me, mum would. You’re one of us, yeknow that.” he exhaled, closing his eyes.

“I’ve missed you… ever since you’ve been in Germany.” you confessed.

“You can always come and visit. Been waiting for you to see my flat.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ll pay.” he assured, fingers still running a pattern through your locks.

“It’s not about that.”

His eyes opened, glancing down to see your gaze running across the ceiling, expression blank. “So what’s it about?”

You held back, swallowing your own words as your brain attempted to form more without confessing the trickling feeling you’ve had for Jobe since you were 16. “I just… we’re both older.”

“So?”

“You have girlfriends… I wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience or make one of them question us.” You looked down at your hands, not overthinking the way he pulled you closer, the way your legs naturally tangled together. In the same position as everytime you sleep over.

Jobe let out a soft chuckle, his hand grazing across the back of your thigh. “I don’t have girlfriends. Don’t tell Jude, but he’s right when he says I’ve got no game.”

You roll your eyes, looking up to meet his gaze. Roaming his features, those dimples, the forever sparkle in his eyes. Your hand lifts, finger softly tracing his jawline. “You do have game.”

He snorted, leaning into your palm.

“I’m being serious.” your brows furrowed.

“What game do I have? Don’t have any girls falling for me do I.”

“Well, what about me.” you blurted, regretting it the moment it came out as he expression shifted to one of surprise.

Jobe swallowed, the motion of his rough hand against your skin slowing. “What about you?” he asked lowly.

Your jaw ticked, debating words, focusing on breathing and not zoning off into wonderland to avoid reality. “I… you remember when we were 16 and were walking back from school together, decided to go play football at the park together even though I can’t play to save my life?” you asked, earning a nod. “And then those boys came up to us, started corning me and… and you stepped in. You said I was your girlfriend to get them to back off but something in me… well it clicked.”

“Clicked?” he questioned, and you weren’t sure if he was stupid or just dumbfounded.

“I liked that you called me yours, even if it was just for a second, even if it was just pretend.” You confessed, sitting up ever so slightly, bringing your legs in and his gaze followed you. “And subconsciously some part of me chases that feeling with you again…”

Silence crackled between you as you were fully sat up, Jobe resting against his elbows. Neither of you broke eye contact, just allowed each other to process what had been told. Years of unspoken words and glances, figuring out what those had actually meant.

“What you lookin’ at?” Jobe had trailed off in a laugh, watching as you walked beside him on the pathway. He had a cartoon of milk in hand, the pair of you sent to the corner shop after your parents came round.

“You.” you said pointedly, watching as he began to walk backwards so he could face you as he talked.

“What about me?” he asked back, his free hand patting his face as though something was on it.

“You look weird.” you teased, picking up your pace to get closer to him, your school skirt brushing your skin. “I don’t get why Hannah likes you.”

Jobe scoffed, returning to walking forwards beside you. “Yea right, acting like you don’t like me as well.” he nudged you, sending you into a pole.

“Ow! Jobe!” you yelped, hand brushing your arm rather than denying the accusations, falling back into step beside him with a glare.

Suddenly Jobe shifted to sit up himself, one of his big hands shifting from your wrist upwards. “Can… Can I kiss you, please?” he whispered, nose nudging into yours like the action was unbearable.

Without saying a word you leant in, noses softly nudging before a more comfortable position fell into place. Your soft lips fell against his in a soft caress. His hand found your jaw, the other pushing back your still damp hair.

Jobe exhaled into the notion as though it was a relief, smiling softly as you returned the soft sound yourself. He leant in deeper, causing you to crawl closer.

He pulled back before it could drift too far, slightly conscious of the alcohol that lined your systems. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hand stroking your forearm as you collected yourself. “You don’t know how long…” he trailed off as you peppered kisses back onto his lips.

“Shh… I need to make the most of you before you’re gone again.” you hummed against him, trailing to his jaw as he laughed and bunched your hair in his hand.

a.n: im planning something for jude but everytime i go to write for him i feel more compelled to write for jobe

Though, lining along his luck, Luna-bear lurched forward, the rope burning across his palm causing him to let go. And as he clenched a fist in pain, the dog bolted down the street. “For fucks sake.” he cursed lowly, jogging after the dog before he had to buy flowers and apologise to Susan for letting the dog get hit by a fast moving vehicle.

“Ah! Who’s a good girl!” a voice sounded from the end of the street, allowing Jobes pace to slow as he watched.

A girl, crouched down next to the dog and patting its head. She wagged her tail, releasing small howls that the girl answered to with soft laughs, subconsciously wrapping the rope around her palm. “You’ve not knocked Susie over, have you?” he heard you ask the dog with furrowed brows like you expected an answer back.

“Nah, it’s my fault.” Jobe spoke up, clearing his throat as he stepped closer, only just catching a view of your face. And suddenly his mind blanked.

The sun hit your face just right, even as you stood up to greet him. Hair framing the artwork of a face you held. And your smile, fuck, he still thought about it. The small laugh you let out as you tilted your head and introduced yourself, handing the dog back over and offering to walk back to Susans with him.

And he’s never been so proud to admit he stuttered out a ‘yes’, because by the end of it he’d earned your number.

Turned out you also helped Susan with the dog numerous times, she was something like a distant family member to you — truly Jobe couldn’t remember what your exact words were because he could only stare as you both walked back.

And he saw you again the next time he visited his parents, the smell of his dads roast dinner wafting through the vents. Jobe had sat outside on the front door step, on facetime to Jude as he was still stuck in Madrid. But then you walked past.

Jobes words trailed off, eyes not flickering between the road and Jude like they, very nosily, had been, instead watching as you walked further across the pathway. Headphones plugged in and a neutral expression to your face like you were deep in thought or just had no reason to try cast an expression. And you looked so good doing it.

“You alright mate? Your time hasn’t come, ‘as it? The light that bright?” Jude joked, sipping a mug of coffe through the screen though Jobe remained fixated on you, especially when you looked up and made eye contact with him.

A smile graced your face at the sight of the man, pulling a headphone out of your ear and giving him a wave. “Hi Jobe!” you sung, not literally though Jobe could’ve sworn you were some angel with a harp.

He stuttered a wave back, a soft smile sitting on bis face with the tips of his ears turning red. “You alright?” he nodded, watching as you took one or two steps into the drive, almost like you were testing the waters of the threshold.

You nodded a few times, “Yeah! Great! Susans out tonight, she’s found herself a boyfriend or something so I’m house sitting… you could…” you started, words trailing off as your boldness vanished, a pink cast settling over your cheeks. Arguably stronger than Jobes ears. Though with the quirk of his brow, finger blindly finding the mute button on his phone, she continued. “Maybe you could come over if you’re not busy, hot chocolate on me. Or we could walk to the corner and get a chocolate bar or something... if that is something you wanna do.”

And disgustingly so, Jobe felt a sweet smile spread across his face, dimples poking out like they had something to prove. “Yea, I’ll come get a galaxy with you, love.” he teased with his own bright smile. You rolled your eyes, waving a temporary goodbye leaving Jobe smiling like a fucker before remembering he was on facetime.

“Who was that?” Jude prodded, brows furrowed deeply as his face was suddenly very close to the screen as though he’d been trying to lipread.

Jobe shrugged, wiping the smile he displayed — not so successfully. “Just Susan being… a character.”

And since the long night at Susans house, spent close on the sofa with one too many cans of coke and maybe a glass or two of wine from her cupboard. Majority of topics of conversation covered, even reaching vulnerable talk as two am neared — before sealing the night with a promise of a date.

The date went well, Jobe was gentlemanly. Pulled your chair out for you and pushed you back in. Made sure you were comfortable, read your order out for you, paid even with a generous tip on the side. Along with giving you a pound coin for those twisty machine, recieving a soft squishy in a plastic ball.

And he remembered your words, because amongst dinner you’d both mentioned what type of dates you each prefer, and you mentioned you would be more than happy with some cheesy, indoor date. Whether that be a movie or painting each other.

So you made your way into his space, picked a place on his sofa as you bonded over some shitty TV show that had aired more than ten years ago, almost unmoving from your place until you leant in.

And he only returned the favour. Hands cupping your face as he pulled you in, soft and slow like he was afraid he’d scare you away. But you only smiled into it.

Exchanges went on for round two and a half months before he asked you to be his girlfriend, showing up to your door with sorta squashed roses and a guilty smile. “I’m so sorry, I accidentally sat on them, but I think I managed to save them, and I’m gonna say this really quickly before I pussy out… but can I please be your boyfriend?”

You laughed softly at the sight of the crumpled flowers, taking the plastic bouquet into hand before looking at him with that forever soft look you held. “Yes Jobe, you can be my boyfriend.”

And it hadn’t exactly meant to become a secret, but Jobe couldn’t bear the thought of the constant teasing he’d receive from Jude or the questions from his mum — and on an even more truthful note, he liked having something to himself for once.

It seemed you always had to share everything in life, but this, the soft romance he’d manage to spring himself into? All his. You’re all his, he’s all yours.

And some part of when his dad caught him smiling made it all better. You’d sent him a cheesy text, something that he shouldn’t actually find funny but he could hear the way you’d say it.

“Who’s in there?” his dad asked, nodding to his phone as he looked up. An eyebrow raised, because Jobe was never the most expressive boy — towards any emotion at that.

Jobe shrugged, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Just a friend.”

And he knew he wasn’t slick, because his dad had definitely relayed the information to Jude who had began to call him at random times in the day — always a facetime, always wanting to catch him in the act.

Then his mum came over to the flat he’d been renting as he was still yet to go back to Germany. The forever caring woman, she wanted to help him with housework, making sure the fridge was full. Though she began to talk, and began to hit the nail just a tad too close to the head.

“Jobe?” she asked, rearranging his small pantry, earning a hum from the boy who was texting away to you. “Have you seen that beautiful girl whose been helping Susan out? You should ask her for her number.” she mused, thankfully with her back to him as he could’ve sworn he almost shat himself.

“Nah… not seen her…” he trailed off, closing his phone and slowly placing it on the countertop as he watched his mum move throughout his kitchen. She took the laundry basket into his room, coming back out with a pink hairbrush in hand.

Fuck.

“Why do you have this?” she rose a brow, handing it back over to Jobe.

His mind racked ideas, excuses, the possibility of just telling her even though he had just lied to her fave about not knowing who you are. “Saw it in the shops; wanted to try it.” he shrugged, placing it on the countertop quite roughly — making himself flinch incase he broke your things.

“Jobe, that won’t work on my hair, let alone yours.” she tutted, going back to helping him with housework.

Then like clockwork, Jude came knocking on the door. No prior warning, still in his fixation of catching Jude out. Jobe was sure Jude didn’t know what secret he was looking for, instead just looking for one cus dad had said something.

“What you doing here?” Jobe laughed, bringing his brother into a hug, thanking every high power that you had just left his flat ten minutes ago.

Jude shrugged, eyes scanning the place. “Can’t come see my little brother now? I also know you don’t get pussy, surprised you ain’t lonely.” he laughed, kicking his trainers off only to be faced with slippers, an embroidered cat face on them.

Slowly, Jude faced Jobe who noticed the sight as well — forgetting to chuck them in the airing cupboard after you left. The small stains of you across his flat couldn’t be helped, because you had grown to become apart of his space more often than you weren’t — the luck he held with him within these home inspections from his family members was pure gold.

“You got something to tell me?” his older brother asked, a grin of a smile sat on his face like it was supposed to lure the truth from him.

Jobe turned towards the living room. “Got ordered to here on accident, opened them thinking it was for me, now tryna send them back.” he fabricated quickly, reaching down for the remote to switch the channel because you’d been watching some romcom and that was not him.

Lunch between the two of you had settled to become some type of game. Either a rummage through the cabinets to see what could be salvaged or creating your own recipe as you walked around the closest shop.

So after creating the routinely mess in the kitchen, you both sat on the couch. Homemade avocado and tomato paste pasta with mozerella metled over sat in a bowl, a scrunch on both of your faces as you settle over your first loss.

Then Jobes phone rang, and he pressed it to his ear. Pressing a finger to his lips at you before saying “Hi mum.”

You didn’t have an issue with the secrecy he played with, instead you found the joy of when Jobe would call, telling you about the close call or what item of yours his dad had found. Or even the other week, when there was one too many specs of glitter lined against his jumper and his mum had kept wiping it away with a questionable look.

“Housesit? Yea… could do that.” he nodded along, your ears perking up with a questionable tilt of your head before you fell against his chest.

His hand found its way to your hair, softly moving through the locks and always finding the one place that itches that slightest bit. “Yea… I’m good, you?… Okay, I’ll be over for five, love ya.”

And with that he hung up the line, looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Mum and dads house is empty tonight, you fancy a housesit?”

Jobe drove the two of you over in pyjamas, ‘accidentally’ running late to avoid the clash of seeing each other. He told you he’d drive you back to yours before it could get too late to avoid any confrontation in the morning, so with a plan settled, the both of you settled.

He lay back on the couch; legs hooked over the back as he skimmed through what Netflix had to offer. You stood in the kitchen, eyeing all the photos lining the fridge, held up by magnets from all different destinations.

One stood out to you the most. Jobe and Jude in the same back garden, a ball between them both though they were both hundred over in contagious laughter. It looked ever so pure and candid, colours lining the garden with flowers and spring time bunting.

As your eyes skimmed the next picture, a large pair of arms slipped through yours to wrap around your waist, Jobes nose pressing into your neck as he observed the scene with you. “I was a propa ugly kid.” he mumbled, causing you to scoff and softly hit his hand.

“Liar, you were cute.”

“Were?”

“You are cute, always have been.” you grinned, turning in his arms to face him, your teeth pulling at your lip. A soft blush of course settled on his ears, saving himself from your eyes as he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

Which manovered to the kitchen counter, his hands lifting your thighs up to sit against the cool stone. Your hands slid to cup his jaw, encapsulated in the kiss as his hand pressed your thighs apart, thumb running soft circles into the flesh before he found your waistband.

And the night ended, not with you safely returned home — but instead deep asleep, in his arms, in an old tshirt he had found from his old room upstairs. He was melted into the sofa, limbs spread widely as you only curled ontop of him. A soft throw blanket draped over the two of you with daytime television playing.

His mum walked back in first, and she cooed at the sight of her youngest son asleep on the sofa, until she noticed a lump ontop of him. She stepped hesitantly closer, your face appearing in the early morning light, and a recognition flashed in her mind.

“Don’t know her?” she hushed a sharp whisper, pursing her lips as she turned to Mark who dropper their overnight bag on the floor. She pointed at the sight of the two tangled together.

Mark chuckled to himself lightly, instantly snapping a picture and sending it to their family groupchat for Jude to see and Jobe to wake up to.

Jude

I FUCKING KNEW IT

a.n: this was so much, so much, i got so carried away.

His brother had moved round to go see the monkey at the opposite side, the keepers dumping food in which the monkey thought was hilarious to throw at the window where school children stood.

Jobe cleared his throat, squatting down beside you and watching as the tiger spared him a glance as though he was interrupting. “Babe… I think we should get a move on, we can always come back and see them at the end.” he proposed, watching as the tiger shook its head before turning back to you.

“Did you know tigers are the largest members of the cat family? Bigger and way stronger than lions, so lions are only deemed ‘king of the jungle’ because their mane looks like a crown.” you spoke to him, ignoring his soft urge to go see over animals as his palm laid on your shoulder — because he knew if you didn’t move now you wouldn’t move until the place closed.

Though his brow still quirked at the trivia you spilt to him, “Oh yea? Where’d ya learn that?” he asked.

“Dunno, I just know it.”

Of course. He wasn’t surprised the source of your knowledge became a blur, what did surprise him was the amount of knowledge you held in that brain of yours. A whole personal wikipedia, spilling him education over early morning coffee.

“How the fuck has she done that then?” Jude asked, his brum accent thicker as he’d been back home for a while now. He nodded towards the sight of the seemingly bonded pair. Jobe shrugged, wiping a hand down his face as his brain racked ideas to get the girl to move. “She’d make a nice carpet, don’t you think?”

Jude laughed darkly, though your head snapped to him with narrow eyes, halting his laughter immediately.

You turned back to the glass, wishing more than ever you could crawl through and into the enclosure — completely sure you knew enough about the species that you’d be safe.

Jobe saw the flicker of slight hurt in your eyes, sending a glare to Jude before his thumb rubbed your shoulder gently. “Cmon love, I want a tea. We’ll come back for the feeding schedule, promise.” he encouraged, his hand softly moving to under your armpit in a tug to pull you up.

You complied, sending a long pout to the tiger who got up and grazed the glass as you walked away, making sure to send a very pointed glare to Jude.

The rest of the zoo was fun, yet not your best interest as really you’d only tagged along on the double date for one reason — and you’d been stripped away.

Your hand was intertwined with Jobes as you watched the penguin show at Ashlyns request. Jobe held a tea in his free hand whilst you held a chocolate donut.

“You sulkin’?” Jobe asked with a teasing grin, squeezing your hand softly to draw you from your thoughts. “Not even touched your donut, cost me three quid.” he rose a brow, as though he didn’t play professional football.

You shook your head no, though the remaining pout on your lips and lack of words to Jude said something else. “I miss Thalia.” you muttered, taking a slow bite of the chocolate donut before offering some to your boyfriend.

He leant forward to take a big bite, chewing on it with furrowed brows. “Who’s Thalia?”

You only glanced back the way you had came, a large painted tiger poking through the roof of the enclosure. “Did you know one hit from a tiger could break multiple human bones?” you spewed randomly, a glint returning to your eyes.

Jobe laughed sweetly, his attention drawn from the penguins to see you return to your element. “We’ll set one after Jude, shall we?” he teased, earning a nod from you as you leant further into him and took another bite. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s an unfunny twat.”

You nodded in agreement, hand feeding him the rest of the donut as you had never really fancied it in the first place.

Ashlyn then guided everybody around to where the elephants were, deeming the ‘show’ started in around twenty minutes and she couldn’t miss it. As the four waited, you read the sign in curiosity, holding Jobes finger at a distance so he knew you were still there — and more so for him to know you hadn’t snuck back to Thalia.

The sign read the two elephants had been rescued from Thailand, from one of those tourist resorts where they had to perform for hours on end. The show didn’t consist of such, only a feeding with facts being thrown out onto the speakers before the keepers walked the elephants over to the small crowd. Having worked with people day and night, the elephants were far from dangerous.

A very smiley zookeeper handed Ashlyn and Jobe some feed, along with a few children and parents. The children giggled as the elephants trunks extended, stealing the feed from their small palms.

Ashlyn held her hand forward, Jude being a good boyfriend and snapping a million pictures as the elephant took the treats and caressed her arm.

The second elephant sucked the feed from Jobes hand and quickly shoved it all into its move, provoking a bark of a laugh from Jobe as you watched. Though the elephant had more plans, its trunk running along the sides of Jobes face and even pinching his sunglasses from the top of his head.

He gawked a laugh, Jude turning his phone camera from Ashlyn so his brother as he barked his own laughs. You smiled sweetly, watching as a light panic settled over the zookeeper — who had to bribe the elephant with peanuts to give the glasses back.

“Did you know that meant the elephant thought you were cute?” you hummed as you walked back to the cafe, Jobe out of tea and a full fat coke seemed to be calling your name:

Jobe turned to you, perplexed. “What don’t you know?” he asked, nudging his shoulder into yours softly. “All I hear is ‘did you know this, did you know that’… is there anything at all?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Jude laughed softly from behind them, finding their relationship so pure.

You shrugged, “Well I know about football, though I don’t think I could play.” you rose a brow before spewing a few activities you felt you had no hope in.

Jobe shook his head, unable to believe something couldn’t come naturally to you. “Nah, you’re just gifted mate.” he shook his head, holding out a packed sushi meal as though to question your thoughts.

“That looks lovely, can we eat lunch back at the tigers?” you asked, earning a groan from Jude which received him a slap to the back of the head from Ashlyn.

“That sounds great.” the beautiful girl nodded, linking arms with you as she chose her own meal deal.

Jude spat his gum into the bin as they excited the cafe, now stood beside his brother as Ashlyn gladly let you spew knowledge to her. “Cheeky twats. Six pound for a meal deal? Tesco would never do that to me.” he shook his head like it was some personal offence, swinging the carrier bag around.

Jobe laughed at his older brother, mixing around his tea as they walked.

Luckily, inside the enclosure had a bench which the brothers occupied — their girlfriends opting for the floor which gave them a sight of feeding time. The tiger enclosure was quite bare, as simultaneously the lions were also fed at the same time. Which truthfully Jobe would have loved to see, though the sparkle in your eyes as Thalia pounced for the meat handing from the ceiling, he wouldn’t resist seeing.

You and Ashlyn talked over sushi, your attention being drawn back to the tiger at times as it pulled the meat slab down to the ground for its husband and cub.

“Why don’t you just be a zookeeper?” Jude asked, nodding towards the staff in the enclosure, dumping more meat around. “Not too late for uni is it?”

“I’m not smart enough.” you shrugged, eyes returning to your sushi as you poked your chopsticks in the soy sauce dip — which you regretted as the sauce was too thick for your liking.

Jobe swore his eyes struck out his head, alongside his brain, making him choke on his sandwich. “You? Not smart enough? You havin’ a laugh?” he asked, brows furrowed at your lack of self confidence.

“I know stuff but, not enough to pass the uni course. Plus it’s all biology and shit. I only really care for their behaviours.”

The day went on, the sun setting as the zoos population spread out. The four walked through the butterfly tent — which consisted of Jude getting attacked by a butterfly, if that was even possible.

Jobe had convinced them to go through the reptile exhibit, which somehow lead them through the insect area, allowing Ashlyn to shriek at every single tank.

And lastly, the highlight of every single zoo trip — the gift shop. Well, apart from the shrieking bratty child who wasn’t allowed the £150 giant panda bear.

The group split into their respective couples as they browsed, and you mindlessly pointed at cool things only to move onto the next — and Jobe picked up everything you showed slight interest in.

“I think we should just get a magnet for your mum, I know she likes her magnet…” you trailed off after turning around to face Jobe for the first time since you entered. His arms bundled with souvenirs. “Would you like a Jobe with that gift shop? Jesus christ.” you shook your head, shuffling to the front to collect a basket.

You met back with the other two, making the hard effort decision of which magnet Denise would like the most for her magnet collection. Then checkout came, and you received maybe the biggest bag you had ever laid your eyes upon.

Though Jobe took it in his grip after tapping his card, thanking your amazement as a distraction before you could insist on paying. One hand carrying the weight of souvenirs, the other wrapped around your waist and pulling you into his side as you exited the zoo and made your way back to the car park.

“Whipped mate.” Jude muttered, watching Jobe open the passenger door for you before closing it and loading the boot.

“Whats that?” Jobe asked, a raised brow as Jude and Ashlyn slid into the backseats.

a.n: nooo! reader isnt autistic wdym….. ahaha….🙂