If asked, it's all Trent's fault Jude did this.

Jude and Trent were hangin' out like usual, and when Trent starts laughing at another prank video, he just knows he's going to be roped into it somehow. It's not like it's unusual between the two of you. He remembers getting pranked by you just last week. But really, all of the time it's you doin' the prankin'. 'Cause you're a right prat who hates him and wants him to be in a constant state of worry and fear for the next prank.

So, it's only proper that he gets to prank you back this one time, right?

That's the only reason he agrees to this prank. He's watched the video, and it seems harmless enough. Jude would never do one of those cheating pranks, and this wasn't, so it seems easy enough. He does feel a little guilty, but getting payback for all the stress you put him through.

So, when he gets home, he subtly puts his phone down to record behind you. He knows you think he's gone upstairs, so he stalls for a bit before coming down. You're still cooking, and Jude clears his throat. Doesn't approach you like he usually does. Stands at the doorway, crosses his arms. He spares one last glance at the camera, before calling out.

"Bitch, what's for dinner?" Now, it's time for your reaction.

He's.. not expecting that, though. He watches as you turn, hesitantly answering. Shoulders tense like you were almost scared. Something you should not be when looking at him.

His eyebrows furrow. Usually, you'd be getting pissed at him. And.. you're just standing there and taking it? Not yelling, not telling him to piss off, not threatening to withhold sex, nothing. It's just not like you. Something's clearly wrong, and despite Jude's initial thoughts of this being a harmless prank, he's beginning to feel uneasy. When he waits a few seconds longer, and you're still not retorting back, he feels sick.

"Love," he starts. "If I ever talk to you like that again, I need you to proper smack me. Upside the head or on my cheeks. Whatever," Jude says. "You just gon' let that slide? Where's my spitfire baby, love?" He asks, walking up to you, cupping your jaw in his hand. Oh my god. He feels so bad.