#I SHOULD'VE GONE TO BED AND COLOURED IT TODAY!!!!

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 39/52: it's MY birthday week, I chose the scrimble!!!

And it's a bb Jacqueline and a Blaise! AN EXTINGUISHED BLAISE! Jacqueline has just gotten the drop on him, and you know how it is. When you've almost just lost this child forever, a little bit of slush on your shoulders and burnt-out hair is nothing compared to what could've been.

"Dani are you telling us this takes place POST Day of Darkness?!?!?!?!"

Yes. Yes I am.

Honestly, I chose this one for bday week bc I've been DYING to attempt Blaise when his hair isn't on fire. It looks pretty okay! But I am upset I didn't give myself more space to colour it. NEXT TIME, GADGET.

Blaise Burnt-Out Hair Facts:

Grows up, not down.

If he does not keep it constantly at a decent height it will resemble a haystack or perhaps, a tornado

Jack deffs gets his hair genes from this man lmao.

Looks like a combo of this sims 2 default men's hair and mine own husband's hair on a good day

Pyros's hair grows down. Another one of the fun ways to tell the difference between the two, lmao, saturation aside!

Both Blaise and Pyros have those two lil sticky outtie bits that just won't quit--you can't see Blaise's here bc I didn't give myself enough ROOM but it's cool. It's fine. NEXT TIME

Had a whole ass crisis last night after finishing this. I thought it was terrible. I wanted to cry about it. I went to bed and woke up this morning and it's not too bad! Next time the hands will be neater, the smoke/steam will look more like smoke/steam, AND there will be more space to colour Blaise's hair! But for now HERE! TAKE MY TWO FAVES TO CAP OFF BDAY WEEK 🥳🥳🥳🥳

[plagueoffools]

I saw that you write for land of the lustrous so i was thinking hat maybe you could write moon phos and a lunarian reader??

"GOD BLESS MY FLOWER, LET IT BLOOM FOR THE WORLD TO BEHOLD AND LET IT NOT BE SO COLD."

(REQUESTED) MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE / LUNARIAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

[ slight ANGST ] 799 WORDS

[SEMI! HC AND SCENARIO FORMAT.]

⸺SONG// the perfect girl by mareux //

Moon Phosphophyllite is a gem of much curiosity, going through far and wide to busy his head in somewhere it shouldn't be. This is no surprise when you manage to catch his eye, though you take the form just as similar as all the many lunarians that he has become familiar with. He cannot seem to place where the source of his intrigue and fascination with you has originated from.

⸺Perhaps, it was the fact that you brought him back to a past. A past where he was not so burdened with the responsibilities that he holds today, he reminisces in memories filled with grassy bedding unlike the smooth surface of the cold floors he walks upon now.

⸺Though phos is a gem of confrontation, he finds just as much relief in glancing at your form from a distance as well. He decides in this one instance that he won't headbutt himself into the situation like he always does instead he'll simply just -stalk- watch you.

⸺He's a gem who has known helplessness like the back of his hand, like a familiar foe who he fights off every time he watches you slip past his peripheral vision or a familiar friend who he invites back when an unsettling void has settled inside of him.

⸺In his days of stress, he can't help but find relief in this odd -obsession- fascination he has harboured for you. A subject to take over his mind when he need not to think most, an object to pry his eyes away from visions he does not want resurfacing.

⸺ After a short amount of time ( he's a gem with a patience as low as his hardness ), he goes around subtly asking his fellow gems and lunarians. One time being as desparate enough to seek information of you from the admirabilis. Perhaps it was your odd nature, you had an aura of enigma that a curious person like he was magnetised to.

⸺ Sometimes, he finds himself searching for your presence in every room he walks in subconsciously. Sometimes, he even finds himself at places he has heard you frequented usually with a look of expectancy. Amongst the tall artificial meadows and gardens that overlook the scenery of kumera.

He discovered that you were a botanist of some sort, retrieving plants of varying kinds from earth and documenting them by writing encyclopedias. However, the plants retrieved from earth dies sooner or later due to the lack of oxygen that was supplied.

So you started to pursue a new project. To grow authentic plants on the moon, ones that could replicate the beauty and vibrancy the ones on earth held. Of course, it was discovered that the experiment had a difficult time progressing due to the moon's contrasting nature compared to earth's. Even though the meadows he stands in hold a serene view of vibrancy and colours, he'd find that after wandering through, a green house of sorts. The green house houses a view of solemnity, wilting petals are scattered on the floor as they slump.

Tragic, he mused at the odd division separating the tall moon flowers swaying along his movements and the wilting brown of the earth's flowers inside. However your form sticks out the most amongst all the slumping flowers. Your slouching form almost resemble the wilting flowers that you have encassed yourself with, unlike theirs your vibrancy never withered nor your beauty. ( That's what he thinks at least )

He reminisce back when he was tasked the same, almost wishing how he should've gone through with the job and gain some extensive knowledge just so he could find a reason to strike up a conversation of sorts with you.

Though with the overwhelming situation at hand, he finds it difficult to indulge himself in your presence. Usually being taken from here to there for this and that.

However he'd find that he wasn't the only one with a keen eye for engimatic figures,

With colours like the convolvulus tricolor plant, a true morning glory he was. You found yourself eyeing the gem often, it really wasn't your fault. How could you deny such an inviting glance? You were well aware of the effect you had on the gem, though you weren't aware of how deep the depth of this effect went.

It was still quite a comedic situation, peers would confront you one after another about the inquiring gem and it only brought a smile out of you after each one. It was only fair to reciprocate the interest he has showed, you were just as interested in the byronic hero as he was in you after all.

Unfortunately, work's calls and demands will not go unanswered. Though you walk in the same garden, you both have different paths to travel upon.

[es46]

Gone in the Sky

- Prompt inspired by @queep1 muse on if Skyla had been the one to vanish to Hisui. - Elesa didn't tell her. There outside of Big Stadium, their day together another one to remember, Elesa had thought Skyla looked so beautiful. Her eyes were bright, her smile dazzling, and her enthusiasm was infectious. Seeing her happy was worth any investment. Skyla hugged her, thanked her for a wonderful day, and Elesa had laughed with her, looking her in the eyes as she told her what a pleasure it was to hang out. They held the gaze longer than expected, embraced tighter than usual, and Elesa saw a blush colour Skyla's cheeks. She saws yearning in her eyes, looked closely at how Skyla's lips curved beautifully, soft and pink. She should've told her. She should've kissed her. Elesa lost her nerve, pulled away, and Skyla's smile was heartbreakingly understanding as she settled on Swanna's back. Hiding her cowardice behind the supermodel expression, Elesa wished her a safe flight. Skyla is gentle as she thanks her, assures her that it'll be a breeze with Swanna, but Elesa can't miss the disappointment in her eyes. Swanna spread her majestic white wings, and Elesa stood outside of Big Stadium long after Skyla had vanished over the horizon. She grabbed her long bangs and tugged hard. "I didn't tell her." Elesa lamented. She said that when she was slumped down on Pumice's coffee table. Pumice had rolled her eyes, remarking how the youth today had no spine, how Clay had punched out her old boyfriend to make his point. Little Lacey was more sympathetic, patting Elesa's shoulder and assuring her that there was always tomorrow. Just make sure to tell her before Lacey started at the academy. She said that when she was home and slouched on her sofa, alternating phone calls between friends. Ingo was unsurprised, sighing how Elesa was far too used to glamour instead of sincerity. Emmet was understanding, noting how long it took to understand his commitment to trains. Burgh simply laughed. They all finished with the same advice. There was always tomorrow. Elesa held that close to heart. She lost her nerve today, but tomorrow, when Skyla was back to see Big Stadium's next match, Elesa would tell her. She'd tell her she liked her. She'd tell her she loved her. Before Elesa goes to bed, her phone rings. It's Miles, Skyla's grandfather. Bewildered, Elesa listens to him apologise for bothering her, stumbling over his words, sounding lost, fettered. Something twists in Elesa's stomach, an unease that gripped her tightly. Working to keep calm, Elesa confirmed that she had seen Skyla today, that she watched her leave Nimbasa. She grips the phone tightly, the twisting only worsening as Miles goes on, sounding increasingly tormented, like he was fighting back tears, an urge to scream. "I, I asked all over Mistralton, I've looked at the tower, but I just... I just don't know. Elesa, Skyla didn't come home. She never came home today, and no-one's seen her, no-one knows where she is." Twisting. Tormented. The air rushes out of her lungs like someone just punched her in the gut. Elesa feels the phone slip out of her hand, see the world tilt on its axis, and it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense, she thinks, until Elesa realizes she's laid on the floor, staring into nothing, a soundless scream tearing in her throat. She calls everyone she can. Pumice, Burgh, the twins, Clay, Drayden, her manager, her models, everyone. She's out on Nimbasa's streets, atop Zebstrika as he gallops to every house, to every corner, searching with the rest of them. Every sewer, seaway, subway; nothing goes unturned. The sun goes down. The sun comes up. The sun starts to set. By the time Drayden is dragging her back home, Elesa is a shadow of herself, still feeling a soundless scream clawing in her throat. It was tomorrow. No-one found Skyla. There was always tomorrow, Drayden had attempted to assure her. But as Elesa lays on her bed, twisted and tormented, the cruel realization rattles in her mind, refusing to stop. Elesa didn't tell her.

[skeltonjunction]

cringe post incoming

i've been biting and scraping my fingernails and the skin around them since i was 6, i think. got the habit from my mum. occasionally tried to kick it but ended up uh, relapsing? is that an appropriate word for this? anyway. never lasted long. generally said i "didn't have nails" as they weren't useable for the things you use your nails for. skin all around them is jagged and sharp and pretty much always bleeding on at least one finger.

couple of weeks ago i noticed that my nails were long. like, a few of them reached the ends of my fingertips, actual white tips of the nails level of long. realised i must've stopped biting as much without even thinking about it. immediately went into town to get some of that growth + strengthening stuff and a nail file. figured now i'd paid attention to it i'd immediately ruin it again, but guess what: i didn't! still accidentally ripped bits off when they broke and haven't quite stopped scraping, but removing, moisturising, filing to a manageable length + shape, and reapplying the polish has been a nice little routine to go through when the urge to do Something to my hands comes up.

only issue i found was with trying to shape them — specifically working out what angle i should be filing them to. not sure how best to describe it but they detach from the nail bed (?) really far up my fingers, at uneven angles, due to all the years of fucking with them, and my thumb nails especially are really fucked at the inner corners due to me gouging the skin out, so they look like they're growing diagonally. it's pretty hard to get my eyes around how they're meant to look and what direction they're going.

so. about 15 years after the birthday party i once went to that involved all invitees getting their nails done and the nail painters scowling at me for having nothing to paint, today i bought actual coloured nail polish for the first time ever. mostly so i can see the actual shapes of my nails.

i should've gone for a lighter colour cos i wanted it to not be noticeable but the lighting in the shop and the selection both weren't great, it's messily applied (never done it before, dyspraxic), occasionally smudged or full of fingerprints (impatient), and the skin around them is jagged and has holes in it (probably gonna have some permanent scarring even if i do manage to stop entirely), but whatever.

behold:

quite literally the best they've ever looked, which isn't really saying much but listen. this is an achievement TO ME. i've always avoided ever showing my fingertips in photos etc. got really good at angling my hands away or curling my fingers in a way that still looks natural whenever they did show up in pictures. and they still look like shit but they look so much less like shit than they ever have before and i've been losing my mind over this for about 3 weeks. literally the only thing keeping my mental health in the positives rn. look at this shit. wow

[minahoeshi]

to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

-

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

-

Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

[radiorenjun]

Habits

part one, part two

Trigger warning 1!1!1!

When you were about to fetch him a blanket, he finally spoke in that hoarse voice of his. "You're gone." he mumbled, his words slurred as his eyes opened half-lidded. "I needed to stay high, all the time." a tear falling from his eye, trickling down his cheek as he spoke.

"To keep you off my mind."

Trigger warning 1!1!1!

You couldn't sleep that night.

Not with Jeno's words echoing repeatedly in your mind like a hollow cave. The boy fell asleep shortly after he said those words, soft snores coming out of his mouth as you froze on the spot, your mind going wild with a million thoughts. Once you managed to snap out of it, you quickly grabbed a blanket for him and spread it out over his body.

You tried to go back to sleep. You really did. But your mind couldn't help but wander to the boy, who you were still struggling to get over, passed out on the couch. You sighed, he went back to his old habits.

Disappointed but not surprised.

He's going to die if this keeps up, he's still an idiot.

...

But he did it because he missed me.

Does he, though? He could've just gotten high because I wasn't there to order him around anymore.

You winced at the thought. Remembering the argument that you two had two weeks ago when you had caught him doing some drugs behind campus. It was more of a screaming match, to see who would back down and apologize first. But it all ended when he told you to stop treating him like a child and get out of his apartment. Which ended with you breaking it off.

You felt your heart clench at the memory. You couldn't sleep anymore. You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands before you turned to your side to see the digital clock on your nightstand.

'5:21 AM '

You got up, deciding that you would be preparing for the day quite early today. You walked into the living room, seeing Jeno's calming figure sleeping softly on your couch. His hands clutching the blanket wrapped around him, soft snores filling the room.

You came up to him as quietly as you could and slowly pressed your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. 'Great, he doesn't have a fever from staying out there so late' you thought.

You stared at his soft serene expression, he looks so innocent. Despite the dark bags under his puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, he reminded you of the days where you two would cuddle under the cloudy blue sky and take those unrealistically aesthetic couple pictures you find on Pinterest.

You felt sweat under your palm, he was sweating hard despite being tightly wrapped up like a burrito. "Geez, Jeno, you're sweating." you pulled the blanket down, revealing his nose and neck beading with sweat. You watched as his brows furrowed before pulling the blanket up to his nose, clutching the fabric and nuzzling against it.

A small smile stretched across your face, remembering the times when he wouldn't let you pull him away from your bed because he said it was quote unquote "smells like heaven. And you're his heaven". Such a cheese ball.

Your eyes wandered to his brown hair. Realising now that he had dyed his hair in the two weeks that you two hadn't been together. Last time you saw him it was still a platinum blonde colour, you didn't know how his hair was still attached to his scalp with that amount of bleaching.

Your hand mindlessly went up to stroke his hair, running your fingers through his questionably soft hair. Softer than silk. you sighed to yourself. You felt him lean into your touch, startling you as he stirred, causing you to retract your arm to your side as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

His pupils went to your figure, sitting beside him, fluttering close a second later. Opening rapidly after a small moment. Jeno sat up in alarm, eyes wide, blanket falling to his lap as he slowly got up. His jaw almost dropped at the sight of you sitting right in front of him.

"Y-Y/N?" He whispered out almost inaudibly, his voice cracking. Looking at you in disbelief, what were you doing here in front of him? Was he imagining things again? Was he dreaming?

You smiled awkwardly, waving slightly at him, "good morning." Your voice sounded hoarse, as if you hadn't spoken in a while. "I-shit" Jeno then cut himself off by letting out a pained groan, clutching his head as his face scrunched up in pain. The effects of last night must've been coming back to him.

"Shit I'm going to throw up," he groaned, a little whine in his tone as he got up and ran to the nearest bathroom. "I'll get you some Advil and water." you called out, rushing to get a glass of water and a bottle of Advil from your cupboard.

You quickly got to the bathroom to see Jeno on his knees in front of the toilet, letting out all the contents of last night. You sighed sympathetically, your heart clenching at the sight as you placed the glass and bottle beside the sink and got down to rub his back soothingly like you would back when you two were dating.

He wiped his mouth, coughing in the progress. You reached for the glass of water, handing it to him along with some Advil which he accepted with a weak "thanks". You smiled and nodded at him. "I'll go make some breakfast. Feel free to take a shower. There's an extra toothbrush in the cupboard and some old clothes in my room." you stood up, awkwardly walking out to the kitchen, leaving Jeno in the bathroom.

By the time Jeno walked into the kitchen, he was dressed in an old oversized shirt and sweats he left (which you often wear to sleep when you miss him during your break up) weeks ago. A towel draped over his shoulders, his wet hair dripping onto it. You almost wanted to cry at how much memories his appearance brought you.

"I made pancakes." you muttered, putting two plates of hot stacked pancakes on the table as he sat on the chair in the dining room. "Thanks, you really didn't have to, y/n." he smiled, sparing you a small shy glance. "You're literally hung over, of course I gotta feed you with something." you said with a teasing tone, trying to lighten up the tension between you two.

As you two began eating, an uncomfortable silence came upon the atmosphere. You two were unsure of what to say, scared of what to say next. Letting the sound of utensils clattering against the plate fill your ears. That is, until Jeno spoke up. "So uh, how did I get here?" he asked quietly.

You froze. "You don't remember?" you deadpanned, eyes boring into his intensely. Jeno shrugged timidly, "I was pretty high and drunk last night, everything's just blurry. This headache isn't helping either." he replied, running a hand through his wet hair.

You bit your lip, his words from last night haunting your mind once again. "Well you tell me," you muttered, shoving pancakes into your mouth to mask the sadness in your tone. Jeno's brows furrowed in confusion, "what?" he said.

"You were so high, you could barely stan and comprehend what you were saying. Why? Why did you push yourself that far?" you manage to choke out, the words getting heavy and stuck in your throat. You wanted to know if he's moved on or if he actually got high to forget bout you.

"Why? I mean," Jeno scratched the back of his neck, hesitant of what to say next. "Fuck," he dropped the utensils before burying his face in his hands in distress. "What, Jeno?" you went on, feeling your heart hurt at the sight of him in front of you.

"Eversince we broke up, I just felt like I was locked in this haze, trying to forget you and move on. But my apartment seems so empty without your stuff randomly lying around, it was quite painful." he started, looking down at his plate as a hand went to tug his hair, the other playing with the fork.

"Eventually it got too much and I couldn't go home without getting reminded of you. Considering you were the one, my anchor who kept me from getting high and sane. Without you, I didn't know what to do without you numbing my pain so I went back to my old habits." you heard a sniffle coming from him, his eyes were slowly getting red as tears lined his vision.

"Spend my money on drugs and alcohol, going to parties, getting drunk every night. It was confusing that they weren't numbing or making the pain like they used to. I started missing you more and more by the second. Last night I went all out with the boys," Jeno sniffled, tears eventually dripping from his eyes.

"I remembered how they tried to get me to stop before I get too far. But honestly, I needed to get high to forget that I was missing you. To forget that I keep falling down when everything I see kept reminding me of you. Basically to get you off my mind," he shook his head with a chuckle, his tears dripping to the table.

He put the fork down and bowed his head down to prevent you from looking at his teary face as he gripped his hair tightly. "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm so so sorry, y/n." he choked out. You got up quickly, ignoring the tears that you didn't even realize we're falling, coming closer to the man you love who was pouring his heart out to you.

You quickly got on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace and pushing his face to the crook of your neck as he started sobbing. As a reflex, he immediately wrapped his strong muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You couldn't help but cry as well. He hasn't contacted you since that night two weeks ago, which made you assume he stopped loving you. But being in his embrace right now with his shaking self in your arms as you both sobbed into each others shoulders made your heart ache for him even more.

"I forgive you, Jeno. I forgive you." you whispered, pressing soft kisses to his cheek. "I'm sorry, too. I should've talked to you instead of yelling at you like that." you sniffled. "I was honestly thinking bout joining you during these two weeks without you." you admitted with a chuckle.

Jeno's arms tightened around you, as if he let you go, you would disappear to leave him being swallowed up by his emotions. "These past two weeks were a living hell. Please, I'll stop. I'll stop these habits for real, please if you'd just-" you pulled away slightly to press your lips against Jeno's as hard as you could, cutting him off.

Jeno responded to the kiss immediately, pressing his lips onto yours just as hard, if not, harder. You both tasted the tears on each others lips as you ran your hands through Jeno's brown locks as you felt him grip your waist with one hand and cup your face in the other.

From now on you both had each other to make the pain go away without going back to your old habits.

[43th3rz30n]

A fluffy curse, chapter 2

--Let's travel a bit--

"Harmony," Raika says, holding Harmonys hands "Is it true that true loves kiss will get rid of this..." He began to wag his tail slightly. "Yeah but you're kinda cute as a Neko..." Harmony giggled, caressing Raikas cheek. Raika purred slightly "Stop.... you're making me purr..." He smiled slightly. "Well.... How about it? Shall we try?" Harmony asked, her eyes sparkling in the light. "Try what?" He blinked. "Kiss, silly" She giggled again, bringing her face closer to his. "Ah, I should've guessed..." Raika then brought his face closer to Harmonys, allowing them to kiss. Once they kissed, Harmony watched as Raikas ears and tail disappeared, meaning he was finally normal. "Thank you" He gave her a warm smile "Now then.... what's say we-"

But.... all that was just a simple dream.

"GAH! IM AWAKE!" Harmony shot up, her breathing heavy. "Harmony, are you okay?" Raika asked, hopping onto her bed. "I-im fine.... it's just... I had a dream and..." Harmony tried to explain what had happened, but she couldn't. "Anyways, the other two have been whining and meowing for food. I told them to wait, but they refused" Raika pounced down from the bed and left the room. "Oh no.... that could only mean one thing..." Harmony sighed, getting out of bed and leaving her room to enter the kitchen. There, she found Lan and Chaud snacking on some cat biscuits they had knocked onto the floor. "You guys.... seriously?" Harmony nudged them away with a dustpan and brush and began to clean up their mess. "We where hungry..." Lan whined as he began to try and shove as many biscuits into his mouth as he could. "Why not just wait next time?" Harmony sighed again "I really don't wanna be doing this kind of stuff..... guess I'll have to manage..." she placed the floor biscuits into the bin "Now then.... Lets get you lot fed then...." She then opened the cupboard again to both put away the biscuit box and get out a fresh tin of cat food. "Don't worry, I'll get you all some water in a minute..." She said, putting the cat food in their bowls. I forgot to mention this, but they where both appropriately coloured and had their names on them so they could tell who's is who's. Once done, she picked up their water bowls and, of course, filled them with water. "Now then..... I gotta make myself some food...." Harmony placed their water bowls back down.

"You guys wanna go out and explore a bit today?" Lan asks, still munching on his food. Chaud shook his head "After yesterday, let's not.... that dog could still be out there..." Both Chaud and Lan then shivered from just the sheer memory of the dogs barking. Raika, on the other hand, didn't, as he didn't go with them and was asleep most of the time. "Hm? So, you guys encountered.... him...." Harmony growled at the word 'him'. "Do you know that dog?" Lan began to almost shove his entire head in his water bowl. Harmony nods "Yes. His name is Inferno and he recently ran away from some thing where people force animals to fight. It's a tv show, but I only watch it so I can take notes in hope I can someday shut it down and save those poor animals..." she explained "And please don't drown yourself, Lan...". Lan pulled his head from the water bowl and began to gasp for air. "What're you trying to do, exactly?" Chaud asks "I'm sure that's not how to drink water....". "I do what I want, Chaud. It's my life" Lan huffed in response, shoving his head back in his water bowl for another 5 seconds before pulling back up and properly drinking the water.

"What. The. Fuck." Chaud would facepalm, but he's a cat, so he obviously can't. He just decides to walk off, but finds himself inside a small room under the stairs(*distant harry potter theme*). Lan had finally finished his and left no trace.... apart from some minor splashes of water and a few pieces of cat food. Raika had actually finished before the both of them, but was just sitting near his two bowls. "Hm? You haven't left yet?" Harmony said, crouching down and gently petting Raika. Raika growled as she did so, causing her to pull away. "So, you don't exactly like being pet, do you..." Harmony sighed. Raika mumbled something under his breath, getting up and walking off, putting his tail up as if to say 'hecc off'. "Wait did a 12 year old just swear a few seconds ago?" Harmony stood back up "I think so....". "I'm so bored..." Lan began to roll around on the sofa, before accidentally turning on the tv via rolling on the remote. The other two cats stop what they're doing and come over to inspect what was going on. Lan pounces off of the sofa and joins Chaud and Raika in watching the tv, sitting in the middle of the two. What was on tv appeared to be some horror movie. The movie was titled 'The beast in the portrait'. When one of the beasts formed from a portrait that was hung up on the wall and began running towards the screen, Lan began to loudly meow. "Lan, shut it!" Chaud gently bonked Lan on the head. Lan growls "Alright, Alright....". "I heard this movie is rated 18. We shouldn't be watching this." Raika spoke. "We'll be fine, Raika." Lan replied, eyes fixed on the tv screen. Then, a spooky thing happend, causing the three to hide in all different places, scattering god knows what all over the place. Harmony heard the spooked cat noises and entered the front room "Really? You're watching THIS of all movies?" She growled, turning off the tv. Chaud came out of hiding, with Raika following, who was dragging Lan along.

"Look, I'm going out today to get you three some toys and a cat flap. Can you stay out of trouble, please?" Harmony sighed, facepalming. Raika and Chaud nodded. "Oh come on, aren't we too old for toys?" Lan walked up to her and sat down. "It's just to keep you entertained." She then walked to the back door and opened it, watching as the three ran out "And stay safe!" She called out as she closed the door. "Alright. Now let's go!" Lan jumped up on the wall and ran off. Raika and Chaud looked at eachother before following the Havana Brown towards the town. "It feels so good to be back!" Lan stretched. "But Lan, this place is pretty dangerous..." Chaud lands next to Lan after jumping off a trash bin. Raika began to sniff the area, curiously. Lan signalled for the two to follow him. Okay now I know this is a bad time to cut but

-Meanwhile, in the cyberworld-

"I'm still wondering why that cat was meowing at me" Megaman said to both Protoman and Searchman. "Normally, cats meow quite alot" Protoman replied. "Yeah, Well.... I feel like this one was trying to talk to me..." Megaman done that hmm emoji thing idk how to describe it. "Did you see the collars?" Searchman spoke up "They had our Navi marks on them. Perhaps they where actually our NetOps". "But they're cats..... how can they?" Protoman is SERIOUSLY that dumb in this fanfic? I mean... he thinks he's god.... AAAANYWAYS, it eventually clicked. "THE MYSTICTINY!" They all said in unison. "I mean, it was pretty obvious" Searchman sighed. Megaman just laughed, but Protoman.... he just zoned out

'Why did Harmony have to exist'

Back with the main trio now. Yeah, the cyberworld talk was short, I know. I'm sorry. Will have longer parts for them

Anyways, Lan was leading the group through town, as he had more knowledge from previous trips to Aurora. "What should we do today...." Lan looked up at the sky, not watching where he was going. "There's not much to do as a cat other than walk around.... and watch where you're going!" Raika began to chase Lan as he began to wander off in a different direction. Chaud sighed and followed. Lan ended up bumping into a wall..... so it seemed. It was the same dog from yesterday. "H-hi.... uhh..." Lan took a few steps back as the dog growled "Don't worry, w-we're leaving..." he then ran off, leaving Chaud and Raika behind. "What's say we follow him?" Chaud suggested as the dog walked closer. Raika nods "Yeah...." and the two where off like a rocket. They soon found Lan in the same bakery as yesterday. He had a piece of pastry in his mouth. This time it was larger than the last one. It was actually a full one... whatever that means. Anyways, Lan brought the pastry over to the two and placed it down infront of them. "It's a little buuut..... we'll manage" Lan took a bite of the pastry, only to yowl out in pain "GAH! I WAS WRONG! WE WONT MANAGE" He whimpered. Chaud chuckled "Just let it cool down, then we'll manage, just like you said".

After a long while of waiting, Chaud and Lan began to eat the pastry, but Raika didn't. "Raika, what're you waiting for? Dig in?" Lan said to the Russian Blue, mouth full of food. Raika was silent. "Okay, fine, I stole it... but it was worth it" Lan just openly admitted to stealing. Ok. Cool. Don't steal, kids(Oh god without the comma that could turn unusually dark quick). "That's exactly why I'm not even taking a bite out of it...." Raika huffed. "Oh come on! Just because it's stolen doesn't mean - oh I dunno - that it's poisoned or something" Lan then procceeded to take some meat that was inside of it out and handed it to Raika. Raika looked and sniffed it before eating it. "See, it's nothing bad..." Lan then began to eat the pastry again. 'I mean.... it'll be fine, won't it?' Raika thought to himself as he took a small bite of the pastry. He deemed the pastry okay and began to eat it with the other two and in a matter of minutes, the pastry was gone. "Alright, what next?" Lan said, shaking as if he was drying himself. The other two practically shrugged, but they can't because they're cats. "Let's just have a look around, since there's nothing really to do as cats" Chaud suggested "And maybe it might help us get around here the next time we come". "If we ever get turned back into humans, that is" Raika added. "I'm sure we will, Raika! Now come on! Let's go!" Lan then ran off to explore, Raika and Chaud following. "At this point we're just going back to places we've already been...." Chaud sighs. "Hey, I don't exactly wanna get lost" Lan growled slightly "..... oh, hey... it's the fountain again" He then ran towards the fountain, allowing himself to sit on the wall thing idk what it's called. The other two did the same thing, but Chaud felt a little evil and had the urge to shove Lan in. He slowly raised a paw, but noticed Raikas expression as the eldest cat shook his head. Chaud sighed in defeat but decided to then get behind Raika and shove HIM in. "Chaud? Why'd ya do that?" Lan asked, giggling. "I don't know. I just felt like it" Chaud grinned in response. Raika growled and, with his mouth, grabbed Chauds front right leg and pulled him in. "Raika!" He yelled "What was that for!?". "Hey, you did it to me. It only seems fair that I do it to you, too" Raika gave Chaud the same grin he was wearing a few seconds ago.

They then noticed that Lan was gone. "Hey wait- where's Lan?" Raika asked. Soon, they heard footsteps - or should I say 'pawsteps' - coming closer. "Oh no..." The Angora and Russian Blue said in sync as they noticed what was about to happen. "CANNON BALL!" They hear Lan shout as the Havana Brown dives in, unfortunately landing ontop of the two. "Lan!" They shout as Lan gets off of them. "Sorry." He laughed. Chaud then charged at Lan and knocked him over. "Alright, fair.... " Lan got up and shook off, getting water all over Chaud, dispite the fact he was already soaking. "We should get going now.... plus, cats can't shake off as easily as dogs" Raika says, hopping out from the fountain and shaking off, the younger two joining him. Lan soon walked off, leaving the other two behind. He eventually found himself sneaking inside of some shop. As he entered, he saw all sorts of candy, ranging from bubblegum to rock candy. I mean.... He had wandered into a candy shop and boy was it large! Lan knew he would have to come here when he's human again. "Wow.... look at all this candy!" He gasped "This all looks so good!" Lans mouth began to water, but then he shook his head and snapped himself out of it "No. I'm a cat.... cats can't eat candy". Even though he was a cat, Lan decided to take a small look around until he reached a section that had a sign that read 'Pet candy'. " 'Pet candy'?" He tilted his head as he walked over to it. There, he found all sorts of pet friendly candy for all sorts of animals. Ranging from cats to birds, there was a candy type for everyone. "Woah... they do this stuff?" Lan made his way over to a basket with a picture of a cat on "This must be the cat section...." He then took one of the candies from the basket. It was in a wrapper, so Lan figured out how to open it with his mouth. Underneath the wrapper revealed a brightly coloured stick of what appeared to be candy especially designed for cats. Lan took a small bite of the candy and meowed happily at its strawberry taste. He eventually ate the whole thing. "Wait.... do I have to pay for all of this when I'm a human..." Lan gulped and fled the scene, leaving an empty wrapper behind. He eventually bumped into Raika and Chaud, who appeared to be covered in dirt. "We where looking for you!" Raika hissed. "I even got my fur dirty!" Chaud, too, hissed. "Oh come on! I mean, I recently discovered that Aurora has invented pet friendly candy!" Lan smiled, pushing past the other two "We have the rest of the day ahead of us, so let's go explore!" He ran off again. "Will he ever stop running off?" Chaud sighed, angrily, as he and Raika chase Lan. It soon got crowded, and the three had to stick together.

"We should head back.... it's getting a bit too crowded..." Lan says, almost stepping on Raikas paw as they where literally sticking together. "Yeah, but which way is back?" Chaud asks, turning his head to look around. "We had better not be lost..." Lan, without thinking, runs on ahead. "Lan! Wait! We're supposed to stick together!" Chaud calls out to his friend as he and Raika chase him..... again. The area started to get less crowded as they soon found Lan, walking around in circles. Chaud then tackles Lan for no actual reason. "Quit running off, would you!?" He yelled at the smaller cat. "I can't help it!" Lan yelled back, kicking Chaud off of him and getting up. Chaud began to growl and hiss at Lan before turning around and walking away "Let's just go home before someone gets hurt...." he says, taking another path back home. Raika and Lan are quick to follow him.

Once they arrived back at home, They quickly rushed to get through the door, but little did they know..... it wasn't open and they all..... went through it? It appears that Harmony had installed a cat flap and in a single file, they fell through it, Raika being the last one to come through. "Welcome back, you three" Harmony greeted the fluffy trio as they walked over to their bowls, which had food and water already in them. Lan was quick to dig in to his food, but Raika and Chaud just went off to sleep. "Hey wait...." Harmony stopped the two before they could go to sleep. "Hm? What is it?" Raika asked. "I got you these" She held out two collars that looked like the ones they had on already. This time, they had their names on them and, while it wasn't visible, it had a crystal inside that could allow them to communicate to humans and NetNavis, but also talk to animals, which they already could, as they where animals. She took of their current collars and placed the new ones on. Lan came over to see what was going on, as he was eating and wouldn't let Harmony touch him while he was doing so. "What's going on?" He jumped onto the sofas arm. "I just gave Chaud and Raika new collars..." She replied, getting out a third. This one was the same. Identical to Lans current collar but with his name on it and a crystal that allowed him to communicate to humans and NetNavis. Lan was hesitant at first to get a new collar, but soon he allowed Harmony to take off his current and put on his new. "Hey, you guys wanna explore some more tomorrow?" Lan pounced on both Raika and Chaud, sitting inbetween the two. "Let's have a day in tomorrow...." Raika moved away slightly to curl up and go to sleep. Chaud sighs, also moving away to do what Raika did. Lan didn't. Lan wanted to go back outside to explore but.... he couldn't. He decided to curl up on Harmonys bed and go to sleep.

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Wedding Bell Promises

Draco Malfoy X OC

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Reader's Insight: Ginny and Maeve Weasley are twins, who at the age of six promised to be the maid of honour at each other's weddings, come hell or high water.

During the Battle against the Dark Lord Voldermort, Maeve pushed Ginny out of the way of a killing curse, however she wasn't so lucky herself.

It was quiet.

It was stale.

It was dim.

It was... Saint Mungo's?

I stared into the darkness for a moment before I pushed my hands against the stiff gurney and forced myself to sit up. There was light peering through under the closed door, my eyes spotted my bedside table which held a green and gold leather bound book, my wand laying in a box with green silk and a dark red gown hung on the wall inbetween the table and the wall.

Confused and a tad bit nervous I reached out and picked up my wand and book, the lights flickering to life as I waved my wand and looked at the book marked page.

Dear Maeve,

It's almost been three years now since the battle which we both lost Fred and you.

George misses Fred so much, he says I don't understand what it's like to lose my twin as you're still technically here, but I can't help but feel like you're both gone and here at the same time. George apologised as soon as he said it of course, he's still struggling to live without as I am with you, but at least we have one another to grieve, even if it's for different reasons.

Harry bought you your maid of honour dress... I told him he didn't have to as the doctors said you showed no signs of waking up anytime soon - or at all. He's been amazing, he's helped mum and dad rebuild the Burrow, we've even bought the land next to it and built a little house for ourselves, he was insistent that we build a one bedroom cottage for you too. He believes you'll wake up, he's even gotten along with Draco Malfoy as they've been organising physical therapy for you!

I invited Draco to our wedding, in not sure if he'll come as he has kept to himself mainly. I know everyone is still unsure about the Malfoy's, but for you I am hoping he comes.

I miss you. I really do. I know everyone says it gets easier but it doesn't. Everyday I am reminded that you aren't here with me. I have failed you, I should've been the one that's in a coma.

I also... I'll just say it. I hate you, I hate what you did, I can't help it I'm so sorry. I hate that I hate you, but I can't stop it. You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way. I should've paid more attention! I failed you! I was meant to look after you!

I'm sorry Maeve.

I'm so fucking sorry.

The diary felt like it was laced with Basilisk venom. I dropped it onto the bed, which then bounced and hit the floor with a loud 'thud'. Looking around the room I see touches of my family to it, a blanket and pillow on the chairs that mum had knitter, little gadgets and pictures from their life events, pictures of babies even! Pushing the blanket off of me I threw my legs over the side of the bed and dropped down.

My hands had to hold me up as my legs felt weak and jelly-like. I noticed a slightly open door next to the dress, which appeared to be a bathroom. Pushing against the furniture and walls I managed to enter the bathroom, only to come face to face with a mirror.

I stared back at myself. I knew it was me - Even though it looked like Great Grandma Rowanina, I had grown older and filled out more, the only thing that stayed the same was my height. Which is slightly annoying as that meant I was still the shortest Weasley.

My hands tugged on the paper thing hospital gown and I span the knobs on the wall to quickly shower in attempt to wash the sterile smell off of myself and to attempt to process what Ginny's diary entry had said.

Three years? I can't remember anything other than heading off into battle against Voldermort. I slower climb into the wide tub and let the shower water pour over me. I closed my eyes, my mind was blank as I scrambled for anything else, but I couldn't. I couldn't think of anything.

Ginny, she hates for me for something I can't even remember, Fred... Fred had...died... A sob clawed its way through me as I began crying. I'd never be able to say goodbye, or go to his funeral, I don't know who else is dead or who is alive. Who else is married? Who has children? How old am I? 19 years? Older? How long ago had Ginny written in the diary?

"Freddie..." I cried.

The water soon got cold. Heaving myself over the tub I stumbled to the only other clothing that looked like it'd fit me, the maid of honour dress. I pulled the soft fabric over my head and found plastic sealed slippers in the cupboard.

I walked out of the corridor and to the main lobby of the hospital before I waved my wand and appeared on the road that leads to the Burrow. Shuffling I slowly made my way home.

There was music in the distance, and many voices, slowly the rebuilt Burrow was in front of me and I stared into the lit up house. It was different, more structuraly sound, I suppose. The voices weren't coming from the house though, the more steps I took the more easier I found walking.

There was a large tent in the distance I hurried my way to it, suspension and nervous fear bubbling in my chest as I reached it.

"Attention, attention you lot! I have something to say!" I heard my dad's voice call out and everything went silent. "I just want to thank you all for coming tonight, I want to thank you all for being family and supporting us through thick and thin. Without you lot we wouldn't be where we are today!"

I reached the opening and looked inside. Dad stood in a suit, holding a glass of bubbling liquid in front of him.

"Harry, my dear lad, I want to thank you for everything you have done for my family. Even if you weren't marrying my daughter, you'd still be apart of this family and will always be our son. Everything you've done and everything you will do, no matter what we will always be proud of you. You will always have a place in the Burrow."

I took a few steps into the tent, watching my father and everyone else watch him. Everyone looked so different, yet the same all at the same time.

"Ginny, I am so proud of the young woman you have become today and I know that you will be amazingly career driven seeing as you have been offered your dream job, just this morning!"

I stared at Ginny, her hair was pinned beautifully up, she wore a beautiful white gown that could've been worn by a princess. My eyes spotted a familiar necklace around her neck though, one old and clashed with her outfit. My hand touched my neck, instantly realised she was wearing my locket on her wedding day, my eyes began to get wet as my dad continued.

"You are a exceptional and beautiful young lady now, and I can't help but see the little girl who would talk my ear off about how cute Harry Potter is!"

"Dad!" Ginny cut in, face going red as she looked at Harry in embarassment.

"I am excited to see what you will do next, I will missing having you lot around and I know both Fred and Maeve are watching you now. They're so proud of you. We all are. And before I start crying and Molly decides to pull me off of the podium, Cheers to the Potter's!"

"To the Potter's!"

"To Fred and Maeve!" Harry yelled, raising his glass after everyone had a drink if there's.

"To Fred and Maeve!"

Everyone yelled once more before taking a sip of their drinks. Dad finally looked away from Ginny and Harry and looked out to everyone who were happily chatting to everyone. His eyes landed on my instantly and he dropped his champagne glass.

"Good grief Arthur! Have you already met your limit?" Someone laughed nearby. Mum stood and quickly attempted to sponge up the spillage and glasses.

"Arthur what's got into you? Arthur?" Mum said as everyone continued to celebrate. "Arthur?"

"Dad?" Ginny said, standing to reach out and touch his arm. "What is it?" She turned and saw me. "May?"

An hush quickly fell over the tent as everyone turned to look at me, standing at the opening of the tent in a brides maid dress and hospital slippers.

"May?" Mum cried out and threw herself over the table - Which was somewhat terrifying as I've never seen her move so quickly. "May!" She cried out before crushing me into a hug. "Oh my god! You're here! It's really you!" She wept as I held onto her for dear life.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened-"

"May!" I felt dad hug me as well, both of my parents holding onto each other as they cried and held onto me for dear life. "You're okay!"

Before I knew it, it appeared everyone was surrounding us and holding onto each other. A see of red hair speckled with a few other colours.

Ginny gently pushed her way to in front of me, grabbing my cheeks and looking into my eyes. "It's really you..."

"Yeah, sorry about that," I say cheekily before she wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed into my hair.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!"

"Gin, it's not your fault-"

"You pushed me out of the way of the killing curse May! You took it for me! How dare you!" She pulled back and hit my head.

"I'm sorry! I don't remember!"

She looked at me with a watery smile. "You made me worry, May... I was so scared that I lost you."

"That's what you get for being the older twin," I say while sticking my tongue out at her. "Look at you though?! You're absolutely gorgeous!" I yelled as I pulled back, staring at her as we continued to hold hands. "Gin... Do you still hate me?"

"Never," she pulled me into another hug. "I wrote those things because I was upset because I thought I lost you. Harry kept saying you'll come back though, you were never the one to break your promises after all."

My head snapped to Harry who stood amongst the Weasley's. "If you break her bloody heart mate, I'll make you regret it."

"Wouldn't count on it," he says while giving me a wink. "Not after you made me bald."

"Oh no! Harry, Draco went home after the ceremony!" Ginny gasped as she re-pulled back into her hug.

"George and Percy have already gone to drag him back, don't you worry," mum said as she looks at me. "I just, I can't believe your back dear." She kissed my cheek.

"I'm glad to be back, mum. Ginny, sorry for ruining your wedding-" I say as I realised I disrupted the celebration.

She smacked my shoulder. "Don't be, we made a promise, remember?"

I nod. "... Did you cut the cake yet though?" She rolled her eyes and laced her fingers with mine before dragging me over to the large table and pushed me onto the empty seat beside her.

"Back to the celebrations everyone!"

The wedding's celebration dial went from a 100 to 1,000. Alcohol was pouring quickly and frequently, everyone was rowdy and dancing like their favourite Quidditch team just won the World cup after a bad streak.

I sat quietly watching it all, feeling oddly tired and out of place. Ginny and Harry held each other close as they slow danced, ignoring everyone dancing like crazy people around them to the high tempo song that was playing.

"She visited you every day, May," mum said quietly as she sat down next to me, watching Harry.

"I feel like I've missed so much, mum."

"Your - Draco, he bought a journal so every visit you'd write something that has happened, so when you wake up you could read it and not miss anything."

A cold chill when down my spine. "I assume we won?" I asked nervously.

"We did," she mused.

"Thank god," I nodded and watched George walk over to us.

"He wasn't at the manor, the house elves said he left quickly and no one knows where he went."

"He'll turn up soon, I'll leave you two to talk."

George slowly took mums empty seat and we sat in silence. "Georgie, I'm sorry..."

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay," George said as he places a arm around my shoulder. "Hey, don't cry."

"I can't believe he's gone," I say as I my eyes began to well up again.

"I forgot that you probably just learner this," George said quietly as he pushed my head onto his neck. "Don't worry, I'll always be here for you May, I'll even do the old swap-a-roo if you ever need to talk to Fred."

I held onto him tightly. "I'm sorry that i-"

"If you apologise for being in a coma I swear to god I will make you bald just like we made Harry bald," George warned.

My hand pressed against my eyes as I attempted to force the tears to go away. "You're home now, that's all that matters," George says as he buried his head into my hair. I will never tell anyone that I felt his tears as they made their way to my skin. "Oh cheer up, May! We're at a wedding for god sake! Come on, dance with me!"

"You may need to drag me," I say as he pulls me to my feet.

"Just stand on my shoes, shortie, just like old times."

I laughed at George danced awkwardly as I stood on his shoes. "Molly! Maeve is gone!" I heard a desperate voice yell.

George stopped and we looked over at mum who grabbed ahold of a red faced Malfoy. "The hospital is on lockdown, they don't know where May is! Her wand is missing!"

"I know Draco, loo-"

"We need to begin a search party - I'll head to the ministry, you can stay here, I'll handle everything. I'll get her back-"

"Draco!" Mum reached up and grabbed his chin to force it on my direction. His eyes fell onto me, and I felt like I was hit my a train.

He's different. He's grown up. He wore a lovely dark grey suit and he appeared to be slightly wider and more toned than the last time we met. He also looks like he's grown too, the bastard.

He let go of up and suddenly I was picked off of George and into the arms of Draco.

"Oh my god, May, I can't believe you're okay."

"Draco? I'm sorry," I held onto him.

"I've missed you so much! I've visited every single day! I wrote day everything that's happened, I know it's a lot to take in but I thought you should-"

Impatiently I pulled on his tie and sealed his lips with mine before I pull back and rest my nose on his. "I missed you," he said as his eyes watered. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry we argued before the battle, I'm sorry I'm such a idiot, I love you May. Please forgive me."

"Always Draco, as long as you forgive me for being in a coma," I say while giving him a cheeky smile.

"Always!"

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Miss Weasley."

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Impossible | Harrison Osterfield | Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, mild spoilers for Acotar

Word Count: 2.7k

All I can remember is crying. I ran to my mother, my father didn't even try to restrain me; I could hear him silently cry.

"Mom! Mom! Mother, please. I need you. Mom!" I cradled her in my arms, ignoring the blood that seemed to stain every inch of her body. Her face was grey, her eyes closed. At least she had been sleeping. At least it hadn't hurt her.

"Mom." I choked out a sob. My heart ached, my ribs felt like they were trying to squeeze my heart out of my throat. My mother, my beautiful mom. It felt like I was 5 again. Like a little child lost in a crowd of people, just wanting to find their mother. I wanted to find my mother. I just wanted my mom.

"Mom please. I need you. You can't leave me. Please, mom." I stroked her hair, my tears mixed in with her blood.

"Y/n, we need to go. It's not safe." My father's hand was on my shoulder, gently shaking it.

"No. I can't leave her. I- why her? Why my mom?" I voice broke as I felt power in my veins, building up, burning around my body. It was a power I never felt before.

I felt my father turn and start to talk to someone but I wasn't listening. My own sobs the only sound I could hear.

"Come on y/n. Nothing bad will happen. Your father has her now. Let me keep you safe." A male voice said. Tom. It was Tom. I turned and looked at him. He softly smiled and held out his hand. I turned to my father.

"Don't leave her alone."

"Never." My father took my mother out of my hands. I turn around and took Tom's hand. He pulled me into his chest so I couldn't see the rest of the room. He kept one hand on the small of my back and led me out of the bedroom. I kept my head in his shoulder and just cried. Every few seconds Tom rubbed my back or stroked my hair, telling me that we're going outside to the garden and that he'd make me some tea.

Tom gently pulled away from me. We were outside in the garden, the breeze warm but I was shivering. Tom pulled a chair out for me and sat me down and proceeded to pull off his black jacket. I completely forgot that I was only wearing a t shirt and pajama bottoms. Tom wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, and muttered something about getting me some tea. He called over a nearby servant, asking him for a cup of tea and for a healer. The servant hurried off as Tom took a seat across from me, taking my hands in his, warming them up.

"How did they get in?" My voice was hoarse from crying. Tom was a shadowsinger, if he hadn't realised someone had broken in then.....

"I don't know. I don't think they did break in." Tom's voice was small. He didn't want me to talk about it but he knew that that was the way I dealt with things. By carrying on. By leading.

"You think my mother's..."I sighed, "murder was an inside job?"

"No one broke in last night. The wards are still up." Tom bowed his head, "They could've broke in a few days ago and went unnoticed."

"Impossible. You would've known." He looked up at me, his brown eyes apologetic.

"I should've known."

Before I could object, Elphin, the servant Tom had called over, returned with a cup of tea which he handed to me, Tom letting go of my hands.

"Juliette is on her way." Elphin bowed his head and left us alone. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up.

"Juliette. I'm sure you're happy about that."

Tom chuckled. Tom had a crush on her since we were kids. She was the only one, who I  ever saw, make him shy. Juliette's mother was the best healer in the Spring Court, Juliette following in her footsteps.

"I want you checked over. With what just happened, I'm surprised you didn't go into shock. I want to make sure you're okay."

Tom had always been like a brother to me. I was so grateful that I had him, I didn't want to think of what I would have done without him.

"I love you." I smiled at him. He reached over and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too, missy." He ruffled my hair jokingly, I shoved him away. He laughed at me and I was happy to hear his laugh again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting. Elphin said that you needed a healer." I recognised the sweet voice as Juliette's. Tom hopped up from his chair. He brushed off his black t-shirt and cleared his throat.

"Juliette, I requested to see you. Well not you specifically, I requested for a healer and I got you. Not that I'm not happy I got you, I'm overjoyed I got you. But not too overjoyed, just the right amount of overjoyed." Tom cleared his throat again as he scratched the back of his neck. I giggled as Juliette blushed.

"Well I'm here now. What would you like me to do?" Juliette continued to stand tall, her voice calm and steady. She brushed a loose strand of her golden blonde hair out of her face. Tom moved closer to her.

"I'm sure you heard about what happened to the Lady of our Court. I'm worried about y/n, I would like if she was checked over, to make sure she's okay. I know of how stress can effect you." Tom smiled at her as Juliette walked over to me. She gently placed a tanned hand on my forehead. I felt a course of her magic travel over my body, assessing the damage, and if there was any.

"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with y/n." Juliette said to Tom, he let out a sigh of relief. She turned to me, her emerald green eyes soft and understanding. "I can't imagine the pain you're going through right now, so I won't try to. But Lady y/n, I am so sorry for your loss. If you need any help, medical or otherwise, you know where to find me. I'm sure Tom isn't much help in the emotional support aspect of things."

"Hey!" Tom defended, we both laughed. Juliette stood back up from where she was kneeling in front of me.

"I'll see you soon, y/n." She turned and faced Tom.

"Goodbye Tom."

"Goodbye." Tom flushed. Juliette smiled and left.

"Someone has a crush." I teased.

"Seriously y/n. You know very well that I-"

"I wasn't talking about you." I stood up and smirked at him before I winnowed away.

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I ran through the corridors of my house. My arms were outstretched, I felt like I was flying. I ran down the stairs, the red velvet carpet soft under my bare feet.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wait up!" Juliette called from the top of the stairs. I turned around to face her. She was still beautiful considering how young she was.

"I don't have time to wait!" My voice was young and seemed far away. "The world waits for no one!"

I continued to run towards the door of the dinner hall. But before I reached it my mother burst out.

"I cannot believe you!! It has nothing to do with her!! What the Suriel said means nothing!! She is our daughter. If this is her future, you have no right to get in the way!!" My mother was so busy screaming at my father she hadn't noticed me standing wide eyed, staring. Juliette grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me back up the stairs.

"She is dangerous!" My father yelled.

"She is a child!!" My mother screamed back. She turned her back to my father and noticed me standing there. The colour went from her cheeks.

"Y/n..." Her voice was soft, a mother's voice but she was too late. I turned and sprinted up the stairs, Juliette following after me.

The heat had left the bath. I wasn't sure if it was because I had been in the bath for almost an hour and a half or because of the memory. I got up out of the bath, glad that all of my mother's blood was no longer on me. It hadn't really set in what had happened, I knew it would eventually and I wasn't looking forward to when it did. I dried myself off with my magic and got dressed in a yellow blouse and loose fitting pants. I left the bathroom but stopped before I could get anywhere.

My bedroom was at the end of the corridor, my father's office across from it. My father always awakes early to work, around 5 or 6. My mother was murdered after that, who knows how long she was dead before Bella found her. And with my parent's bedroom being at the opposite side of the stairs, no wonder my father and I never heard anyone break into her room. I walked down the corridor to my parent's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I got to the door and opened it before I could think otherwise.

The room was empty. Completely empty. The walls were clean and so was the floor. The bed was gone, aswell as the wardrobe, vanity, mirrors, rug and bookshelves. There was no evidence of what had happened earlier that day. Honestly there was no evidence of my mother ever being here in the first place.

"Your father didn't want to sleep here anymore. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Don't worry he kept all of her belongings, he just doesn't want to face this room again." I turned around to see Bella standing in the doorway. I walked over to stand beside her.

"It's just so... I can't believe she's gone."

Bella placed a comforting hand on my arm.

"Me neither." She sighed. She nodded, like she just remembered that she had a job to do,  "Your father wishes to see you. He's in his office when you're ready."

"Let's go."

We walked together to my father's office, Bella walking slightly ahead of me.

"Be patient with your father. He's scared. He wants to keep you safe, you're his number one priority at the moment. Just try to be understanding." Bella said before opening the door of the office.

"Y/n is here." I walked into the room. My father looked awful, stress obviously taking its toll on him.

"Sit down." He tried, unsuccessfully, to smile at me. I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

"Call me if you need anything." Bella left the room.

"Thank you, Bella." My father said before the door closed. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." My father nodded in understanding.

"What happened today was unpredicted, and it scares me to think of what could happen next. I'm worried for my safety but more importantly, I'm worried for yours." He moved uncomfortably in his seat, he didn't think I would be happy with what he would say next.

"I still think you should marry, the deal we made is still going." He looked up at me. "I'm sorry, I know you're not happy with this but I just want to know that you're in safe hands."

I remained silent. He took this as a sign to keep talking.

"On the topic of you being safe, I was talking to Tom and we-" He stopped himself," I think that you should have someone protecting you at all times."

"What?" I tried to stay patient.

"Well having someone with you at all times will ensure that you are safe."

"You want me to have a bodyguard?" To my surprise, my voice was calm.

"I guess you could say that."

"Why don't you believe in me? Why don't you believe that I can lead this Court? Why do you believe that I need someone to protect me? Am I not enough?" My voice was quiet, I was exposing the worries that lived constantly in my brain.

"It's not that I don't believe in you." My father sighed. "It's that I don't believe in me. It was my job to look after you mother and you saw how that went. I can't lose you too."

I looked into my father's broken eyes. Honestly he was never the best father, being the High Lord always seemed like his number one priority but right now, he was trying to make up for it. And how bad could it be having a bodyguard. I could just tell them to leave me alone or even eventually get rid of them when my father was no longer living in fear.

"Okay."

'Okay?" My father looked at me with confusion. "You're okay with this?"

Of course not. I'm not your puppet! My brain responded.

"Yes. It's for the best." I lied, I'd find a way out of this. All of it.

My father reached across his desk to take my hands in his. I stopped myself from pulling away.

"Thank you y/n."

His eyes were so sincere and filled with love that I couldn't bring myself to say anything so I just nodded. Thankfully there was a knock on the door and Tom entered.

"The guards have arrived, your Lord." Tom noticed that I was sitting here, I pulled hands out of my father's grasp. " And he's here. The man you requested to protect y/n."

"Take her to meet him." I stood up abruptly. Tom stared at me, wondering why I seemed so happy with all of this. I quickly and subtly shook my head, he got the message.

"I'll lead the way."

I followed Tom out of my father's office. We walked in complete silence, I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of this. We walked down the stairs, the entrance hall was packed. There were soldiers everywhere, and not just any soldiers. Illyrian soldiers from the Night Court.

"Your father requested for me to up the security with more soldiers. So I brought him the best. There are 50 of them all together. You'll hardly see them in the house, don't worry." Tom tried to make me feel better about this whole situation. But I could only think of one thing.

"Where is he?" I asked. Tom immediately knew who I was talking about.

"I chose him for you. He is one of my best friends and someone that I trust with my and now your life. He's a great guy. I'm sure you'll get on great. I already know that you have so much in common. "

I gave Tom a look of disbelief. He chuckled.

"He's second-in-command to the General of the High Lord of the Night Court's armies. He's a great fighter and could train you if you wanted." Tom walked over to the library under the stairs.

"And I can't wait for you to meet him." Tom opened the door.

Inside a High Fae male dressed in Illyrian leathers, with curly dirty blonde hair that looked slightly golden under the candlelight was sitting on one of the desks. His back was facing us but I could just make out that he was sharpening a blade in his left hand. Even though he was sitting, I could still tell that he was tall. Upon hearing the door close behind us, he turned around and my heart stopped beating. My eyes were met with the unforgettable blue of his. The blue that I saw everywhere.

"Y/n this is my friend Harrison, Harrison meet Lady Y/n."

Tom had no clue that the bodyguard that he chose, the bodyguard that I was planning on getting rid of, was the man that I was willing to do anything to find.

Harrison moved to face us. We all stayed silent. Tom was waiting for me to explode in anger, Harrison and I were waiting for the other to talk. Eventually Harrison cleared his throat.

"There's room on this table for two."

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Silver Tongue (Part I)

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' "OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" '

This was the last straw.

You had forgiven him for trashing your apartment. You had forgiven him for wrecking your car. You had ignored the time when he completely ruined your brand new carpet...

But this was the last straw - his antics had driven you to make petty moves and petty decisions.

Because NOBODY can mess with a tattoo artist's ink...

Not even a werewolf...

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Miniseries/Werewolf!AU

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/LowkeyCrack

Member: Kim Minseok/Xiumin

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You were beyond annoyed.

Your clumsy boyfriend had, yet again, transformed into his wolf form - which would've been completely fine... if he hadn't done it inside your tattoo studio and if he hadn't knocked down your entire supply of ink in the process of doing so...

So there you were, knelt down on the floor, wiping up various splodges of brightly coloured - and expensive - ink. Your boyfriend was helping you tidy up - it was the least he could do.

When you had finally finished, you looked down into the black bin bag full of ink-stained tissues and empty ink pots and sighed with disdain. You looked up at your idiot boyfriend and he scratched the back of his head and gave you a nervous and apologetic smile - trying his best to ease your fury at him by showcasing that gummy smile that he knew you loved to much.

But it wasn't going to work this time.

He had done this too many times. He had lost control and shifted more times than you could count on your fingers and everytime it had happened, you had suffered during the aftermath. First it was your apartment: completely wrecked and left smelling of wet dog; then it was your car; the entire bonnet scratched, chipped paint and two popped tyres; next was your carpet: stained with blood from a rabbit that Minseok aquired from an 'overnight hunt' and this time... it was your ink. The item sacrificed this time round, was your precious and expensive ink- the ink which your entire career as a tattoo artist depended on - the ink which was supposed to last you until next month because that was when the next delivery was scheduled to arrive - the ink that cost a lot of money... all in the bin.

You cried a little.

Most of the time, you were very patient when it came to his sudden shifts because you knew that he had little to no control of when he shifted. Today, however, had not been one of your best days . You had a very hectic day since it was a Friday and you were the best tattoo and piercing parlour in town. People were always lined up at your door asking for you to draw whatever on their skin or pierce whatever part of their body and you loved it! You loved your job... most of the time.

Today, your job felt like absolute hell due to several factors: a mob of foul-mouthed kids bombarded you with requests for tattoos when clearly, none of them were of legal age to get one done- so when you refused, they said you were a kill-joy and cussed at you a few times until you politely asked them to leave; when they refused, you were forced to scream at them to get out of your studio and wave a moving tattoo gun at their faces until they ran out in fear. All the screaming gave you a headache which then continued to pound in your head for the remainder of the day.

Then, a disgusting, dirty man had the audacity to ask you for a butt tattoo! You usually didn't get these kinds of requests and that was lucky because you absolutely hated them. However, when they did come up, you would grit your teeth and bare it because you needed the money. But why did this gross egg have to come here and ask for a tattoo on his hairy behind today, of all days? And why a butt tattoo? Who was gonna wanna look at that monstrosity? You were talking about his butt of course because your tattoos always looked pristine- as you've been told.

So you did the tattoo... then proceeded to wash your hands with an entire bottle of liquid soap- eventhough you were wearing gloves the entire time.

Later on, a group of drunk men decided that it would be a good idea to play catch with a rock outside your studio. The rock hit your shop window which now had a massive crack on it.

You had dealt with enough cracks that day...

You scoffed at the recollection of your not-so-ideal-day and walked out the door to put the rubbish in the bin. Your boyfriend followed you out and placed a hand on your shoulder:

"Y/n," he whispered, "Y/n, babeeee, I- I didn't mean to do that! Y-you know how I get when I shift! I can't help it!"

You turned to him, glared and said "I don't care Minseok! You do have control of where you choose to go after you've shifted, don't you? You aren't completely out of control, are you?"

Minseok shook his head, meekly.

"Then why the hell did you choose to come here, run into my studio- which is barely big enough to even accommodate you- and knock down my ink supply when you could've just stayed away?!"

Minseok looked down, a little hurt by your outburst but he knew you were right- he should've stayed away so he wouldn't end up causing trouble. He just really missed you.

The sad look in his eyes made you feel slightly apologetic for the way you had shouted at him and you questioned whether or not you should apologise for the way you acted... but then you remembered all of your precious and E X P E N S I V E ink supplies and nearly every ounce of regret left your body.

"You know my ink supplies aren't cheap, right Min? They sometimes cost me over half of what I earn a month and you know that!"

He sucked in a breath and nodded once again.

You didn't want to see him. You felt like you would break and forget that you were mad at him if you saw his face again so you dashed off into your studio and upstairs into your flat. Minseok followed suit but you ran into your room and locked the door before he could enter.

Minseok banged on the door. "Y/nnnnn...Y/nnnnnnnnn!!!! Open the door please! It's just ink! I can get you more if you want me to!" He said.

"No! I refuse to even look at you right now Kim Minseok!" You said, firmly in reply. "You're sleeping on the couch!"

Minseok scratched his head- he knew he didn't have a chance at winning this argument so he walked over to the couch and tried to settle down- wishing you were next to him.

You would've been lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, his smell, his gaze, being in his embrace...but you were mad at him. You weren't going to even let him touch you until he said sorry.

The next morning, you jumped out of bed, your headache gone and your entire being feeling refreshed. You did your usual morning routine and stepped out of your bedroom door. You could've sworn you were forgetting something... but what was it?

Then you heard a loud and excited voice shouting, "Y/NNN!!!"

Ahh, yes. You remembered now. You were mad at Minseok. Minseok who wAS RUNNING RIGHT TOWARDS YOU WITH OPEN ARMS OH NO.

You spun around and jolted back towards your bedroom, locking the door with Minseok only a few seconds behind. You gasped in relief. C'mon, Y/n, you're supposed to be mad at him, you thought to yourself.

"Y/n, are you seriously still mad?", he cooed outside your door.

Ughhh, how annoying, you groaned.

"Fine, if you wanna be petty then I guess you're gonna have to stay in your room for a looooong time," He teased, "But as soon as you walk out this door, I'm gonna hug you and you're gonna forgive me like you always do! See you later! Love you, babe..."

Dang it... he was right.

Minseok somehow always managed to make you not mad at him or at least less annoyed just by being his usual sweet self and you almost hated how you fell for his charms so easily...

But you weren't going to let that happen this time.

You heard Minseok saunter away to the kitchen. You walked over to the bed and sat yourself down. How on earth were you going to keep him away from you? You couldn't stay in your room all day! You were bored! You needed to eat!

Just then, something flashed in the corner of your eye. You turned your head and a glimmer of silver came to view- a stud- one of your silver tongue studs!

You had always been a fan of tattoos and piercings- that's why you turned the fascination into a job and of course you had your fair share of tattoos, piercings and whatnot and owning a store which specialised in those fields meant that you had countless supplies of accessories. Accessories made out of silver...

Silver that werewolves couldn't touch.

You smirked and pulled out your drawers full of various kinds of jewelry. You placed various silver earrings in both ears in each pierced hole that was available; you brandished several silver rings and bracelets; you wore a silver locket; put a curved barbell in your eyebrow and a lip ring on the left side of your bottom lip. To top it all off, you put your favorite silver tongue stud in.

Now you were ready to eat breakfast...

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Part II (Final)>>>

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Whew! I said I'd upload this in July... but... here we are... in December basically... Oh well! Only like 5 months late lmao. I was gonna make this into a oneshot but it was a lil too long for that so I just made it into a two-parter instead... Anyways... I hope you enjoy! I'm quite proud of this one...

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siodfjsodjfodsijf a scenario for iwai with the prompt 'i should've rejected your confession' (female pronouns for the s/o please) like him saying it to her

This was a fantastic prompt, and I have not written a scenario. It came out in a rush, and I couldn’t stop. I hope you like it.

Since the formation of the first oceans, the tallest mountain, and the bitter winds, Iwaizumi has always wondered what it would be like to be a human.

For he has watched them always, for as long as he can. He watched their thin, spindly legs first take purchase of the soil underneath them, their lips wetted with morning’s dew, their eyes turned upwards to regard him for the first time in all his glory. In his short moments on Earth, Iwaizumi has always watched wide eyes glittering with unspeakable majesty, the reflection of his own being.

There are many shades, many shapes, and a thousand types of worship but truth be told, Iwaizumi, both eternity and impermanence, has only one wish. It comes to him in a swift moment, quite like a poison-dipped arrow, on the one hundred thousand, two thousand, four hundred and sixty third year of humanity’s rise. It’s never quite left him since, and there are days where it is easier, where he shines all the brighter for his people, but other days where he is dyed a dark hue, flittering the blameless clouds with shades that hide their purity.

Time is bound to him, presented to him by civilization, and he feels its bonds around him with each morning he rises. Iwaizumi’s existence matters only for precious hours, until he fades again, his vision dark, scattered with starlight and he waits until the next day for another chance of freedom. He is at his greatest when he is reborn each day, but the view becomes more and more different as he counts those human hours. It has never bothered him, his age, for life is always changing, and he is not life. He does not even bring life. He is only, here.

Ninety six thousand and thirty five years later, he has his first taste of life.

Taste of a wish granted, and dream fulfilled. A single pair of night-coloured eyes, round and cradled between lashes as thick as the lilac streaks in the sky at dusk, Iwaizumi picks them out in a second.

He doesn’t know how to be human, but he tries anyway.

He’s a lot darker than he expected, darker than what he truly is, but the chains of existence are only lifted once his duty is done. He’s left with some of those hours he always keeps track of, and he slips into his dark visage. Unlike in the break of day, those dark eyes aren’t watching him at all. They’re trained on the ground, narrowed and focused, with a hint of what Iwaizumi proudly recognizes as the feeling ‘frustration’, and they snap up in annoyance once the dark man breaks her thoughts.

“Yes?”

Her voice is clear, low, and as brittle as frost. She isn’t anything like what Iwaizumi thought she would be, and it cools him down. It makes him speechless, and she takes a quick step towards him.

“Are you going to say something or not?”

He watches her, the way her face animates and her dry lips mold into sharp words. He finds his words too.

“Yes.”

A raised eyebrow. Impatient, like the tapping of her fingers against her hip, ghosting over the leather bindings of her trousers. She is the only woman who dares to wear men’s clothing in this city of refinement, but there is nothing simply Roman about her. Iwaizumi knows, because he has watched the rise and fall of time, and now is the era of art, knowledge, and irritated women on the streets.

“I watch you, each morning,” he tells her so, “for your eyes are different from the rest.”

He wonders what he has done wrong when he is shoved back with both hands, a disgusted expression and a brusque word of profanity against his character.

Iwaizumi has time, if nothing else, and strength of character, so he tries again the next afternoon. This time he brings a small jar of drink, one of those that have been so frequently sold by vendors along the streets that lead deeper into the city.

It is snatched from his loose hand with a wary stare, but he simply waits for her to finish her scrutiny of him. He feels a little accomplished when she gulps the drink down in seconds, wiping her mouth smartly with a cloth kept in her right pocket for necessity.

“Follow me, then,” she orders him, and he does, for he can think of no reason not to.

She leads him down several streets and into a richly decorated room, lined with furs and the walls covered almost desperately of paintings, scripts and more paintings. Iwaizumi recognizes himself in several of them, but he doesn’t comment. She sits him down in a strong chair, supported by oak and lined with charred mahogany and Iwaizumi has never felt more human in his many years. She hands him a drink of her own, and that seals the deal.

It tastes like honey and evening mist, and the sensation of liquid running down his throat shocks him enough to almost bring tears to his eyes. She watches him with silent concern, but continues.

“Tell me, who are you, and what do you want of me?”

“I am Iwaizumi.” His name sounds odd, twisting his mouth into unfamiliar shapes, but he says it with his soul. His name rumbles out of him like thunder in a cage, and he is once again warm with everything that he is. He meets her eyes unabashedly, and she falters.

He notes that she does not look away.

“I like your eyes,” he resumes. She is still silent, hovering over the crackling hearth. “As I said the day before today, they are different from everyone else’s.”

“How?” The question is swift. She has been planning this, thinking about this, and the curiosity sears lines into her face from within.

This question Iwaizumi is slightly more reluctant to answer. This is his first time, voicing his thoughts, his desires, all the things that have seemed to him for ages forbidden. But his answer, he knew, was made for her. His wish, was made for her. If he did not speak now, then there would have been no meaning for those long, aching years alone.

“They show great love. Pure, limitless love. I have never seen it before, and in their brilliance, they outshine me.”

“And everyone else’s don’t show this love?”

“No,” he replies truthfully, “they only watch. Pray. Dread. They do not look at me. They only look within.”

The silence is heavy, but Iwaizumi does not allow himself to regret. For that is too human a feeling, too ugly, and he does not want it to soil his next morning. The clouds do not deserve such treatment from him.

When she finally speaks, her voice is quite different from yesterday. Iwaizumi recognizes her eyes in her voice.

“I think you must have the wrong person.”

Iwaizumi frowns. His rough fingers curl around the wooden mug in his hands, and he struggles to maintain his seat.

“No.”

Her mouth twists, and she marches forwards to snatch the cup away from him.

“I have never loved, not once. Not even my mother, my father, my dead siblings. Not my lovers, nor my mentors. I am incapable of love, of any kind.”

“That is not the truth.”

“It is! You are entirely ignorant of my life, which I have lead with dizzying finity, so you cannot come in here and tell me that I have loving eyes.”

“You love me. I see it every morning.”

This time he is not chased out, nor kicked out. He leaves of his own volition, placing the mug quietly onto the table and his eyes do not leave her frozen form until he has closed the door behind him.

He does not return the next day.

Iwaizumi, in fact, does not return for a very long time. He counts, yet again, the hours, the days, and he dutifully takes his place back outside the world and resumes his purpose. He finds that he does not miss the busy ruckus of civilization, the strange, slithery feeling of drink and the way his human tongue scrapes along his gums as he forms words.

He does not, for the first time in thousands of years, watch people’s eyes anymore.

He hears, for he still does not look, her plead. They call out to him in millions each day, filling his awareness with endless prayers and wishes, but her voice he has forgotten to forget. It sounds nothing like his experiences, but he still recognizes it. The clear, brash confidence is gone, and all he hears is her pain, those eyes that no longer appear familiar to him hardened with exhaustion and suffering, so he goes to her, in a heartbeat.

She is still in that house, that looks the same, the paintings still hanging from every possible surface, but they show the passage of time in their blending. It has been six years, but her eyes when he kneels and pushes back her hair, are still as black as night.

There are no tears pooled in them. All signs of her grief comes to a grand cumulation in her voice, and the grip of her thin fingers around Iwaizumi’s darker wrist.

“You,” is all she says. Iwaizumi allows his head to incline, somberly, and he, unable to remember any way of comforting a human, does the only thing that he has seen to have been unchanging from ages past.

He sits down in front of her crumpled form, and raises her chin with his spare hand to press his lips against hers. Strands of hair yet obstruct her touch, but he can feel that they are frigid underneath his own warm skin, and he moves them gently, so that he can gift some of his warmth to her. Her lips part, unable to do anything else, and like that they remain in quiet being alongside each other, against each other, tasting of each other.

When the life returns to her eyes and her chest rising in regular breaths once again, he lets go of her like they had never touched to begin with.

He doesn’t wait for a response, but quietly replicates the drink he had watched her make six years ago in that very room and places it by her feet.

He closes the door on his way out, again.

She has learned now, to pray. It was an action that had disgusted her before, and watching other people do it in crowds always made her lips curl and her fingers whiten. Now, it is her ritual, each morning before she leaves her bedding.

Iwaizumi always listens. He waits for her outside her door each morning she calls for him, silent and unmoving. Together, once she is dressed and ready, they walk in quiet companionship as they complete her tasks for the day, lips shifting occasionally in low murmurs as they talk about the insignificance of life and the importance of humanity.

He does not mention how he is the only one that she ever allows with him for any long period of time. He is fine with the way they are, the way she is, and above all, he is more than satisfied now that he can once again watch her gaze in the first licks of light against the horizon.

He gets to watch her for an entire day each time, he counts. There is more than just love in her eyes- there is annoyance, pride, anger, mirth, contentment, peace, and even emptiness. It changes her face like it changes the flickers of light in her eyes, and he stays with her till the late evening because she wants him there, and also so that he can see how man-made light colours her gaze with their lacking luminescence.

Slowly, he dares to notice that she watches him also. Not so much his eyes, but his lips, his fingers, his arms and his feet. The paces he takes, the breaths that shift his chest, the rustle of his black hair in the harsh autumn wind. He watches her watch him, and he lets her learn him like nobody ever had. Iwaizumi does not realize, until she teaches him in their mutual silence and presence, that there is more to him than his brightness. His darkness is new to him, something that covers a temporary form and something he has always only seen but not experienced.

The first time she hands him a drawing of himself, he learns what it is like to cry, for those shadows along his face in elegant charcoal shows him for the first time, that he is alive.

“I am in love with you,” she tells him one evening, in a deserted public garden. It has been another five years since he has spent every day and evening by her side, but once again Iwaizumi learns something new.

“In love?”

She huffs, a violent red chasing her skin along the ridge of her cheeks and Iwaizumi reaches out with a hand to smear the colour away the best he can. It doesn’t work, and only makes it intensify. It looks rather painful, in his opinion, but he doesn’t resist when she shoves his hand away.

“I know you know what love is, don’t try to pull that ignorance act over me.”

“Well, yes,” Iwaizumi replies slowly, “but I did not know it was possible to be within love.”

He weathers her long suffering look with grace.

“Forget the ‘in’, then.” She shifts in her seat and turns to him fully. She is still curled slightly into herself, protective of her own vulnerability like a mother cradling her child, but she meets his eyes, at the very least. “I love you. Romantically. I think. I have never felt this before, so I suggest you take this with a grain of salt. Still, I felt like I had to tell you before I explode from something inexplicable.”

Iwaizumi can only feel happiness. It’s a trembling, feeble thing that burns quietly in the depths of his existence, but any other sort of emotion has fled him, leaving the only thing left to take up his being. His brows furrow into their familiar shape, and he makes no move to get closer to her.

He knows she is waiting, the fear and doubt in her eyes like the seas during the rages of the southern winds, and all that fills his mind is how, under no circumstances, he will be able to give her the same happiness that she gives him.

“We are doomed,” is the only thing he says after minutes of silence. “If I accept you, if I… we are doomed together, do you understand?”

“That’s exactly what a girl wants to hear, Iwaizumi. Well done.”

His words cannot reach her, so he only hopes that his touch does. He can’t help himself, anyway, because she has just told him that she loves him, that she, this unmoving, jagged woman has asked him for his love in return.

He doesn’t know what love feels like either, no more than she. But he thinks that if it is anything at all, it would be just like her.

“Let us be doomed, then,” she mumbles into the evening sky, “if you say you feel the same. If we are damned anyway as humans, I’d rather be damned with you.”

Iwaizumi laughs, thrilled and frightened, and he holds her to him until he has to leave for daybreak.

This is only a story of two people discovering each other. For what makes a person? They both have seen humans walking around the hallowed streets of Rome in their array of riches or rags, no more alive than the stones they step on. She learns that the heart can be taught, can be thawed, and Iwaizumi learns that humanity is more than being born a human. It’s a choice, it’s a shifting mind, and it’s the promises you make, and the promises you break.

They both discover their limits, and the limits of their love, along with the limits of their lives.

“I can’t,” Iwaizumi tastes the bitterness on his tongue as those cursed words leave his lips. “I can’t follow you there.”

“What is it? Somewhere you won’t go?” Her eyes are still bright, her lips still teasing, and she hovers close into his face the way she knows unnerves him the most. He leans backwards slightly, and she lets the smugness warm her grin. “Is it too early for you still? It’s only dawn, and I’ve never shown you the way the morning sun hits the rooftops when the city is silent.”

“You don’t have to show me. I need only to look at your paintings to understand.”

“It’s just the sunrise,” she frowns. Suddenly her art has become resentment, and confusion and in a sudden burst of violence she itches to tear them all down in front of his placid face.

Still, he shakes his head. His expression stiff, lips pressed together in a way that is, in their twelve years, new to her. They are unwelcoming, colder than the early morning air, and she is further away from him now in this one moment than she has ever been before. Iwaizumi does not flinch, and does not balk from his duty, because as she is the embodiment of his wish, this is the reality of his dread.

“You are very much a romantic,” he murmurs.

“So? I like the sunrise, what’s wrong with that?”

He smiles, as much as he can, and looks at her. “Then you should enjoy it, always.”

“I do,” she steps back and narrows her eyes at him, “and all I want to do is to bring you with me tomorrow morning. Is that too ridiculous a request? It costs you nothing.”

“It doesn’t,” he agrees. It’s the only thing that comes to mind, feeble agreement, and he watches, helpless, as her face pales in anger and disappointment. It reminds him of a sunset, without the light.

“Does this have to do with why you never stay the night? Why you leave every morning?”

“…Yes.” The words rip themselves from his soul and present themselves to her on a silver platter.

“Is there someone else?” Iwaizumi frowns, because he doesn’t understand the meaning of her question and her increasing bitterness. Why would there be anyone else but her? “Do you have a secret wife somewhere you must pacify before meeting your mistress of the day? A child, perhaps?”

“I do not have a child,” he says slowly, “neither do I a wife.”

“So there is nothing, nothing except your unwillingness to spend a full day with me.”

“I do,” he pleads. It sounds impassioned to him, but they are no better than songs to her ears. Her eyes are closed to him, her love a wall, her desire an ocean he cannot cross. She waves a hand coldly at him, gesturing towards the door.

“No matter. I’ll be there tomorrow morning regardless. Whether you appear or not is your choice.”

She closes the door on him once his back is out of the house.

He appears for her, the next morning when the clock hits five. He appears for her, like he has every morning since he has fallen in love with her, painting the sky with all the colours in her masterpieces, the colour of her eyes, her hair and her lips.

He sees, like he sees every morning, those reverent, dark eyes that seek him out for two hours each day, but they are broken this brilliant morn. They glance at him but only once, before they are cast down and he watches as the tears fall down blotted cheeks. She sits alone on a rooftop, and even though he is everything around her, she is alone.

For they are doomed, their celestial, human love between man and dawn, and Iwaizumi finally understands what it means that to every sunrise, there is a sunset.

This is their sunset. And it was a most beautiful day.

Iwaizumi goes to her one final time. She has not left her position on that lonely rooftop, her legs folded neatly underneath her and her face a vision of love and all its pain. He is quietly reminded of the first time they kissed. The first time he kissed her. He doesn’t want tonight to be the last, but their love is turning into searing chains, burning from being too long in the sunlight.

He kneels beside her and caresses the places where her pale skin would be scarred. They draw over the lines across her cheek, along her neck, down her arms and past her stomach. She stays still for him, breathing only when he inhales.

“You’re leaving me, aren’t you.”

Iwaizumi feels the suffering that she had felt many years ago. It feels like he will never shine again.

“Yes.”

She grips onto his arm, desperate, and she falls to her elbows in a move that she has never felt the need to do before. She begs, breaking apart all the matted pride and arrogance and insecurity that maps her soul she lays it all down. All down, for him.

“If I never grew angry, if I never questioned you, would you have stayed?”

He cannot find the heart to answer her. All he wants to do is to gather her up in his arms and give her half of who he is so that at the very least, they can live a half-life together in the stars.

“No,” he answers her.

“Don’t leave. Please. I know now, why you couldn’t come. I noticed the warmth, the brightness, I noticed all the colours you love the most sprayed amongst the clouds. I noticed it all. Does that mean nothing?”

“I love those colours because you love them.” Iwaizumi smiles, and she begins to choke on all the grief unshed, because she loves him more than dawn itself. “And I love you.”

She shouts, her voice raw and hoarse and she hopes that he hears it for the rest of however long, wherever he goes. “This is beyond cruelty- you- how do you expect me to taste anything else once you have fed me so much joy? Do you think I will not be seeing and feeling and tasting ashes everywhere? You ruined my life!”

“And you ruined mine.” He kisses her again, and all he can taste is resentment and apologies and all their stolen moments and silent confessions. “Never again will your beloved sunrise shine the same.”

All the pain and ache of the heavens combined sink into his gaze when he pulls away from her. Her body is stiff, afraid to move an inch in fear that she will be robbed of even this final, bitter moment between them.

“I should have rejected your confession,” he whispers to her.

“You should have,” she agrees.

“But you would have loved me anyway.”

“I would,” she agrees again.

“Doomed,” he repeats, and he traces along the hollow of her eye one last time. “…But if we are damned anyway as humans, I’d rather be damned with you.”

She escapes, alone, twenty years later. He watches in his hourly glimpses of Earth as she lies on the same rooftop she had abandoned after his disappearance and staring as the dawn breaks the night.

Her eyes still look the same, no matter how many years have passed, and Iwaizumi glows in all the colours he has never again had the spirit to become without her.

It’s the only gift he can offer her, in her final moments. She dies with a smile, her eyes wide open.

She’s so young still, but he understands. If he had a choice, he would follow her in a heartbeat.

On the good days, you may notice the sunrise is a little redder than usual. They were her favourite colours, the hues of warmth and promise. Iwaizumi still paints with them sometimes, when he needs reminding of all that he can be. On the bad days, the sky is a dark grey, dim blues and a rich purple. Those are the days where he pretends he was never a human at all, only a cold, brilliant being who sees life only for two hours each day and even then, it’s more than necessary.

He does not know if he will ever cease to be, if he will be given the same path she had been given. He doubts that he will ever meet her again, only those short years of his wish having been granted would his memory remain. No more has he seen the same love in any man’s eyes and he knows that he will never be so loved ever again.

With life, there is death, but it is not so with love. 

Iwaizumi is the one who now prays each morning before he dips past the world. He prays for her to be happy, for her to forget their love and drown in it for the rest of eternity at the same time. He prays, that if the world were to end, he would have a chance to feel this ache in the next for it is the only thing he believes in.

If you have time, reader, pray too, for when the world is silent and the night is cold, dawn is the loneliest of all.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: 💕 Janis: feeling the love 'cos corporate making ya, hey? Janis: how many holiday drinks you made today Jimmy: feels like billions Jimmy: not the kinda wrist action to be #buzzing about Janis: here's hoping you working commission lad Janis: is any? 🤔 #hotdatewithjane Jimmy: Tam's been in and out all day earning you those kicks you desire Jimmy: #notsosecretadmirer Jimmy: can't stay away on this special day Janis: Christ, you'd think she wouldn't wanna be seen DEAD outside her house, single, on this most sacred day Janis: gotta be stringing her along with lingering just a little too long when handing over the caffeine, good job babe 👏 Janis: think Grace is lowkey in hiding Janis: too late to even frantically swipe right on tinder now ladies Jimmy: Tell her Bobby'll be round Jimmy: He would if date night wasn't past his bedtime like Janis: 😂 bless Janis: all got our cross to bear, kid Janis: can't get my date out without a leash and promises of treats 🤷 Jimmy: Speaking of bitches, I seen Mia's timed her latest for the stockholm syndrome to kick in right on time Janis: look, i know you're bitter 'cos i've chucked you for better but don't bad mouth the bae, ok? Janis: forreal tho, they have schedules, like clockwork Janis: a new man for every occasion, this one won't last 'til her bday Jimmy: Keeping my hands where Tams can't see or cuff 'em Janis: 😏 tmi Janis: and unhygienic to boot, you serve lattes with those hands Jimmy: filthy 🧠 Jimmy: it's the company you keep Jimmy: Twix's gone from trying to shit in my dad's shoes to humping 'em Janis: whoa now, i didn't teach her that Janis: but think about it, from a scatological foot fetish to just a bit of vanilla pre-teen humping of inanimate objects Janis: it IS a step in the right direction Jimmy: But you are about treating 'em mean to keep 'em keen Janis: Your kicks are safe, dun' worry Janis: if she's taught me anything, not the way into the good books 😇 Jimmy: If you wanna aim for my work shoes I won't complain Jimmy: A day off is a day off Jimmy: Warn me first though, unless you're into those kind of surprises Janis: Best not to be seen with each other today Janis: don't wanna give everyone the wrong idea Janis: but nice try, you'll have to stick to burning yaself and the like if you wanna bunk Jimmy: Tammy's bound to help me with that Jimmy: #likeagiraffeonice Janis: She's beauty, she's graces Janis: wants you to cum all over her face Jimmy: fingers crossed she'll melt mine off first Jimmy: Better with that Janis: fair Janis: no way you've got the reach Jimmy: 💕 #whenbaebelievesinyou Janis: what, you want me to offer help with target practice? Janis: nice try dickhead 😜 Jimmy: Romance isn't dead there's the proof Jimmy: What are you doing today, aside from belly rubs for the bae Janis: gotta do something, don't I? feel bad like Janis: slayed the gift game and I really phoned it in so obvs gotta give out those sexual favours Janis: nowt though, trying to avoid seeing all the lovey-dovey couples making me wanna vom Janis: letting Tam work her magic in peace 😘 welcome like Jimmy: 💔🐶🎻 Jimmy: Making drinks with my eyes closed 'cause same Jimmy: Crack on Tam #tallgirlsneedlovetoo Janis: any barista will do 🎶 Janis: wanna hang when the madness is over Jimmy: The way this queue is going there isn't gonna be goodies left to bring you Jimmy: But I'm sweet enough😎 Jimmy: So yeah Janis: Bummer Janis: guess I can't kick you outta bed for that alone Janis: let you tot up negatives throughout the day, standard Jimmy: Got a pen behind my ear Jimmy: Come at me Janis: never could resist a challenge Janis: 🙄 walked into that one Janis: can we do something not shit Janis: don't need to see you slurping down spaghetti lady and the tramp stylee Jimmy: 💔 I'll shoo away all the strays I've gathered Jimmy: Only one dog for you like Jimmy: But of course that's how we stay goals Jimmy: any old shit won't do 💪🏆 Janis: 🎻 Janis: okay good Janis: play your cards right and get it right Janis: i'll spring for the motel 😉 Jimmy: Challenge accepted Janis: for once i'll be rooting for you Janis: my parents are unbearable at the best of times Janis: 🤢 Janis: actually cannot deal Jimmy: My dad and his girlfriend are still early days enough that they can bear to be in the same room Jimmy: I won't fail Janis: oh the honeymoon period Janis: disgusting Janis: thank god we got that out of the way with a fake relationship so you know my true feelings 😏 Jimmy: yeah thanks mate Jimmy: 👍 Janis: welcome, buddy o' pal o' mine Jimmy: Done Jimmy: I've worked it out Janis: taking a particularly difficult shit? Janis: again, don't need these intimate updates honey Janis: not #goals Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: No, what's goals is what we're gonna do, babe 😏 Jimmy: Keeping you outta the house 'til there's no cringe factor left Janis: Ahh Janis: colour me intrigued Jimothy Janis: what's the dress code? Jimmy: 🤔 Jimmy: Nothing Tam would be seen dead in Janis: Alright, no body con that shows all my worst bits, gotcha Janis: do I get ANY clues? Curious 🙀 right here Jimmy: You might just make yourself a new bae Jimmy: But pace yourself mate Janis: 😳 Janis: i don't own any PVC clothing, you know that, yeah? Jimmy: I do now 🎻 Janis: 😂 can literally hear Gracie in my head asking me what i'm like rn Janis: letting ya man down on vday Janis: honestly Jimmy: when one twin's a giver and the other's a taker 😂 Janis: tbf, we BOTH told you you'd got the wrong one but Janis: cloth ears you Jimmy: Down for the challenge Jimmy: Too late to not be a stubborn dickhead, me Janis: looks like we're both stuck then, lad Jimmy: there's that #realtalk mate Janis: can't say we didn't both give it a fair go Janis: #longdistanceloveinskerries #teenagerunaway Jimmy: You'll always have Twix 💕 Janis: gotta have someone to rely on init Jimmy: #tea Janis: #scaldedagain #jobhazard Jimmy: [Sends a selfie of an actual burn/on the job hazard] Jimmy: Stuff of fantasies that Janis: Poor baby! Has Tam not offered to 💋 it better? Janis: #slacking Jimmy: She's got her 👀 a bit lower down Jimmy: I'm just a piece of 🍖 Jimmy: The real hazard Janis: start a # about it Janis: 'cos can't blame her Janis: part of the problem, truly Jimmy: Will do Janis: being all distracting there with your apron and that Janis: asking for it Jimmy: I thought it was the shoes Jimmy: Sexy from head to toe like Jimmy: 🐶💗 Janis: 😋 something certainly got tongues n tails wagging Jimmy: 😎 Jimmy: The company I keep, I think 😉 Janis: valid, the bitches love me 😍 Jimmy: Alright, save it for the 'gram Jimmy: #humblebrag Janis: Twix is a busy lady, only got you scheduled in so far Janis: guess the fans will have to make do with your mug 😜 Jimmy: unlucky lads and lasses Janis: they love it Janis: 'til some other cunt is unlucky enough to be enrolled in our school, you're gonna stay flavour of the month 🍦 Jimmy: 💪🥇 Janis: meanwhile, i gotta wait 'til the next fam scandal 'til I'm relevant again Janis: such is life Janis: not that its ever THAT long 🙄 Jimmy: Whip up some fake drama for you to hide in if you want Jimmy: Crack 'em out with the lattes Janis: I don't doubt you're capable Janis: just getting over sinkgate 😏 Mr. Lucas never will 😉 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: He's one of the only dickheads who hasn't been in today Jimmy: Still time 🤞 Janis: think a milky earl grey is his shout Janis: get it ready, really impress him Janis: more than you did, obvs Jimmy: The coffee breath and forehead vein says espresso though 🤔 Jimmy: Man o mystery Janis: 🤤 Janis: so hot Jimmy: More competition is it? Jimmy: 💔🎻 Janis: Using you as a ploy to get him hot under that starched collar all along Janis: soz babes 😘 Jimmy: I should've known your real goal was to get under that lumpy jumper Janis: 😂 Janis: know he's got the goods under it Jimmy: Can't fight the feeling Janis: s'a real shame the hottest female teacher we've got is that TA with the wonky fringe and clompy shoes Janis: who you got your sights set on next? Jimmy: always been about a wonky fringe meself Jimmy: Clompy shoes are a massive bonus when Twix is being a mad bitch underfoot too like Janis: draw the line there pal Janis: gotta get the dog in the divorce like Janis: not letting that hipster bitch anywhere near Jimmy: 🥊 Jimmy: going down swinging Janis: if she doesn't scream cat lady as is, she's defs into weird pets like fucking Janis: stick insects Janis: hope you're soooo happy together like 🖕 not even mad Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: nice to have your blessing, mate Jimmy: be my best man on the day Janis: literally fuck off Janis: only just got rid of the lesbian rumours and you wanna put me in a suit WHILST friendzoning me Janis: nah 😤 Jimmy: spoilsport Jimmy: found a challenge she won't accept Janis: only way i'm showing up is if you invite all your exes and put us on a table so we can chat mad shit on you Janis: be a man about it, boy Jimmy: card table at the back, couple of chairs so you can place your bets 👍 Janis: more like it Janis: hook up with your actual best man Janis: pure spite and alcohol fuelling me Jimmy: It'd probs be Cass so best not Jimmy: no good for the rep Janis: 😡 Janis: same tho, if i ever got hitched (ignoring the unlikeliness of that) i'd have to hit up the sibs for those bridesmaids and ting Janis: least my fam is good for numbers if not company like Jimmy: Grace has used her twin senses and is moodboarding somewhere rn Jimmy: Unlucky Janis: 🤢 don't Janis: vietnam flashbacks rn Janis: you know how many fake weddings of hers i've attended Jimmy: I can imagine Jimmy: And am Jimmy: Cute 😂 Janis: Fuck off Janis: shame your dad don't wanna be bffs Janis: can't hit him up for embarrassing pics and stories to use against you Jimmy: Another win to my name Janis: 🖕 Janis: sincerely hope you get a beverage thrown in ur face Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Wish you'da got me some earplugs Jimmy: Come on over mate, I've got loads Jimmy: #whenyourdadisdating Janis: literally Janis: at least you know its the same woman to avoid when she runs to the bog to clean herself up Janis: Pablo already on 2nd of the day Janis: Need a way to let 'em know Jimmy: Gotta have a sleepover with your real bae Jimmy: Twix'll sort 'em Jimmy: Sticking her nose in, literally like Janis: Oh that sweet curious girl Janis: some things she never need see 🙈 Jimmy: #nosybitchproblems Janis: getting dirt on enemy #1 anyway she can Janis: those bribe bones coming her way Jimmy: Happy v-day to her Janis: Maybe you and wonky fringe can have a fuck-off Janis: bet she's a right goer when you get the hair down and glasses off like Jimmy: Invite you and Mr Lucas for the post shag debrief Jimmy: Give you a /10 Janis: Naturally Janis: so curious to know how I rank 😒 Jimmy: Always a 10 with Twix Janis: 🙌 Janis: that'll help with the rep Jimmy: Me and Killer'll take the heat off with our new relationship shine Janis: yeah it loves you Janis: daft fucking dog Jimmy: Pity I can't turn the 💕 into 💰 Jimmy: Loads of lattes no will to keep slinging 'em Janis: Looking for a career change? Janis: fame getting too real? Jimmy: Got me looking like a deer in the headlights Jimmy: Tammy's livid Jimmy: There can only be one Janis: 'bout to be a bloodbath in CG Jimmy: Place your bets, mate Janis: hmm Janis: Tams got the reach like but reckon she's mostly talk n neck Janis: nan's not been in has she? 😉 Jimmy: She's serving me that 💔 while I crane my own neck looking out for her all day long Jimmy: no sign yet Janis: Gutted Janis: even she's feeling the lurve today Janis: literally no place to go Janis: so tragic Jimmy: About to eat my feelings like a proper flat white squad member Jimmy: Speaking of feeling that l.u.r.v.e did you hear how many cards Cass got sent? Jimmy: 7 Janis: WHAT Janis: get it gurl but also fuck off lads she's too lil Jimmy: walking about like its nowt Jimmy: 😎 Janis: thank god Janis: no one needs that ego boost Janis: fuming tbh Jimmy: Bobs made one at school Jimmy: guess who for Janis: Aww, bless him Janis: she does need that boost Janis: he gonna hand-deliver? Jimmy: He's insisting Jimmy: So be about Jimmy: You got one too Jimmy: moving in on my lass Janis: we in, have to kick the empty ice cream cartons out the way like but find us in front of bridget jones or similar Janis: i'm honoured like 😊 Jimmy: Yours is bigger but hers has more glitter Jimmy: Can't call a winner Janis: size matters Janis: #facts Janis: soz Gracie, gotta fight you or you'll get too comfy Jimmy: Just don't let her vlog it Jimmy: Don't need porno style #s going viral Janis: MY TWIN ATTACKED ME!?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT) Jimmy: Haters, on this sacred day Jimmy: #savage Janis: Glad to keep her in #content Janis: who's the real ⭐ baby Jimmy: 🤩 Jimmy: Better than 💝 chocs Janis: the calories! 😱 Jimmy: who needs food when you can exist on ☕ and even hotter goss 💋 Janis: diet of champions that 🙄 Janis: mia be bullshitting them that she doesn't run on sheer cuntiness Jimmy: Mia? A bullshitter? 😲 Jimmy: Nope Janis: awks 😕 Janis: did you think you was forever? Jimmy: she was my fucking cinnamon apple Janis: 😂 Janis: at least i've got an excuse to fight her again Janis: try not to get in the way this time Jimmy: Will do Jimmy: 2nd rule of fight club, get out the way dickhead Janis: brad pitt in that film Janis: mwah 💋👌 Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: I got no retort because Helena, not the one like Janis: crazy bitch not your type, eh? Janis: think the masses would have to disagree 😏 Jimmy: Start a # or I'm not listening, sorry everyone Janis: he's a modern man Jimmy: 💪😎 Janis: wonder if anyone will get pregnant tonight Janis: wanna make a bet? Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: I'll put today's wage on it Jimmy: No tips Jimmy: Need them for our big 💕 plans Janis: alright, you're on Janis: here's hoping its only the tip for all the other lads like Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: Walked into that one Janis: 💁 Janis: shame we're not a hardcore catholic school #upthebuttforjesus Jimmy: I'd have to pray meself if I'd made a bet under them conditions Janis: what can i say? just like me, showing faith in our peers Janis: ur so negative, babe Janis: like dem tests 🤞 Jimmy: don't need to be an optimist to wait for those positives Janis: we'll see Jimmy: what to I get when I win this one Jimmy: quite a streak now babe 😏 Janis: 😣 Janis: on the off chance you manage to scrape a win Janis: what do you want? Jimmy: 🤔 Jimmy: Escape route for longer than a night for starters Jimmy: Lovebirds doing my head in Jimmy: I'm thinking a weekend break that isn't #cursed like Janis: Always down for running Janis: up for it not being away from you this time 😉 Janis: bringing the kiddos or? Jimmy: Depends if they kick off Jimmy: Got time to work on bribes Jimmy: Dad's Valerie might wanna play happy families 😒 Janis: 😬 Janis: that'll be fun Janis: can't have you dealing with that Janis: at least their tales of woe whilst you were gone will be packed with that #scandal and #drama Jimmy: might be easier to take 'em amount of SOS's we'd get Jimmy: Cass blowing up both our phones before we're out the door Jimmy: fuck knows Janis: Eithers cool Janis: just leave the hardcore whips n chains at home like Jimmy: Damn Jimmy: Alright done Jimmy: If we stick 'em on their own does that make us the mccanns Janis: not if we don't drug 'em Janis: stick to sweets and other such bribes and we'll be alright Jimmy: Gonna be enough of a plan getting there without adding a murder cover up Janis: honestly Janis: not on the agenda Janis: not a nice pretty white doctor like, never getting away with it Jimmy: not the 💕 american films'd have you believe either I reckon Jimmy: Surrounded by a cloud of smoke already cheers don't need a hail of bullets Janis: yeah if #blacklivesmatter taught us anything Janis: not the ideal way to spend a weekend Janis: also, still creasing at her name Janis: such middle aged hot piece of ass vibes Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: definitely can't promise you any of that Jimmy: but if you win, I'll 🚭 and hopefully run like less of a middle aged dickhead with a dad bod Jimmy: less of an evidence trail an' all Jimmy: win win Janis: whoa, that's awful big talk from the resident chimney Janis: you are sure you're gonna win 😉 Janis: but i accept the full Ts and Cs Janis: you should train with me Janis: not just an excuse to 👀 the dad bod Jimmy: Deal done then Jimmy: Trying to see me in my short shorts Jimmy: You'll have to catch me first like Janis: wouldn't even be fair to make it a competition like Jimmy: If you're too shit scared, mate Janis: just curious why you wanna lose so bad Janis: thinking you might love what punishment i have in mind? Jimmy: Wondering what it feels like 'cause it never happens Jimmy: You seem to be about it with all your repeats Janis: I'm going to enjoy making you suffer Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: Gonna start a club with Mr Lucas? Janis: any time i get to spend with him like Janis: not like I wanna think up new cruel and unusual ways to get you but Janis: needs must Jimmy: 💕 cute Jimmy: I'd tell him to get his 🎻 out but we know what those hands are busy doing Janis: eurgh 😂 too far Janis: my 'rents reckon he's an actual predator, like, there are stories Janis: do not wanna commit so hard to this bit that I become his next victim forreal Jimmy: Not gonna happen babe 💪😎🐶 Jimmy: Squad got you covered Janis: My heroes 😍 Jimmy: If Twix isn't up to it my bae'll come through Jimmy: Named for it literally Janis: Reckon that was the idea Janis: or they were being ironic with it Janis: #sojokes Jimmy: either way I'll knock him out before its a drama Jimmy: as long as you don't get in my way naturally Janis: don't worry, got the sense I was born with 😜 Janis: dickhead Jimmy: Lucky you were born with it Jimmy: Some of us have neither Janis: 🎻 Janis: so what part of pretty woman you looking to recreate this time Janis: what's your artistic vision? 😏 Jimmy: I haven't seen it Jimmy: Bound to be an aesthetic montage though, isn't there? Janis: don't let my sister hear you Janis: roped into GIRLS NIGHT! before you know it Jimmy: Get the popcorn in Gracie, mine's salted Jimmy: Shout you a diet something if you keep the noise down, hun Janis: #romanticvdaynightplans Janis: i get why she got confused, you have #boundaryissues mate 😂 Jimmy: Living up to that dating a twin stereotype Jimmy: The people in my comment section DEMAND it, alright? Jimmy: #gottagiveemwhattheywant Janis: Nah, bitch, you can only play that if we're identical Janis: its not like whoops thought it was u Janis: on ANY level 😤 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: Oh shit the boss is the embodiment of that emoji Jimmy: Yours not mine Jimmy: Gonna have to get a room Jimmy: Ban him, that's not how I'm earning employee of the month perks, sorry lad Janis: Convenient 😒 Janis: lemme catch u in her inbox boi 🥊 Janis: jk, get to work slacker, catch you in a mo Jimmy: 🐊 Jimmy: In a bit 💕 Janis: 🖤