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mmoosen · 1 year ago

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Spooktober 2023 - Day 29

Spooktober Prompts by @wolfboy88

It's Spooktober!!!☠️🎃🔮🪄🩻🍬

The prompt for today is Banshee. This is a Banshee! Nolan Holloway fic, idea originally from @thiamsxbitch so ty ty ty

Beacon Hills Tribute

Weekly Obituary

Dennis Alberts passed away at the age of 64, on November 14th due to a car accident. He was involved in a three-car pileup on 35th Street and Middle Street on Monday. Mr. Alberts was injured and transported to Beacon Hills Memorial where he succumbed to his injuries. Mr. Alberts leaves behind his wife, Anna, and two children, Reese and Shane Alberts. Dennis, originally from Maine, moved to Beacon Hills at 20 when he opened the Sweets and Treats Candy Shop on Main Street. His funeral service will be held…

Gwyneth Lopez passed away at the age of 86, peacefully in the presence of her family, in the Beacon Hills Retirement Home. Gwyneth lived her entire life in Beacon Hills, spending over fifty years at the Smith’s Pharmacy before retiring and becoming an active volunteer at the Beacon Community Center. Mrs. Lopez leaves behind five children and three grandchildren. The funeral service will be held….

Rosita Dawns, 27, of Reno, Nevada, died while solo camping at the Beacon Hills Preserve campsite. Miss Dawns had been studying Nursing at Beacon Hills Community College for the last year. The service will be in Reno at …

Nolan wakes up from a dream that felt more like a nightmare.

His heart is still racing, heavy breaths as he tries wrecking his brain for what just happened. This shirt is stuck to his back and his vision goes in and out of focus, too disoriented to fully see for a couple second. As he takes deeper breaths in, he can finally recognize his dimly lit room, including his little rat dog, Diego, on the foot of his bed. Nightmares weren’t new to Nolan, especially not in the past year, so he knows he’ll need to get some water before trying to go back to bed. As he kicks his feet out of his rumpled blanket, he feels Diego jump down and both shuffle out of his room into the kitchen. He gets a glass of water from the tap and leans against the sink, trying to remember what had woken him up. Usually, he could remember because his nightmares were always the same, the same monsters, the same dying friend, or the same night on repeat. But his mind was empty this time; he could only catch split seconds of what happened but couldn’t hold onto it.

Unable to think straight and seeing the sun rising up, Nolan takes his water to the TV and turns on some dumb rerun to waste time until he has to go to school on that Monday morning.

The rest of the day, Nolan has to fight to stay alert in his classes; he’s hopelessly bored through his morning classes and just waiting for his afternoon art class. But as his attention keeps shifting away from the teacher’s monotone lectures to zoning out peering outside, he finds himself writing down any random word he hears, desperately trying to keep up on the notes without paying attention. Fifth period economics is painfully loud and equally boring; every time his attention is lost, he continues writing. After watching two squirrels fight, Nolan focuses back into the lecture about something with supplies. As he looks down to write more notes, his attention is honed into the lack of notes about economics. Rather than the jumble of pointless words from earlier, he sees his own handwriting listing the same name.

Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis, Dennis,

A strong abstract feeling of something important wisps up Nolan’s back and leaves his goosebumps raised as he can’t tear his vision away from the notes. Nolan can’t grasp his memory enough to remember why he wrote anything, just writing on instinct. He quickly tears his eyes away, to look over at his neighbor’s. All the students in the room are bored and leisurely taking notes; a few heads come towards him as Nolan tries to lean forward to desperately read other’s notes, searching for the name Dennis in an old economist or important figure to the lecture. But his page is the only one to contain the name. Feeling a couple pair of eyes, Nolan hunkers over his notes. He flips the page to hid his mad writing and prays for the bell to ring.

The feeling of being watched eases as Nolan runs to his art class and lets himself just paint rather than think. He ends his art class to the final bell and tells himself that this is Beacon Hills. Weird shit always happens, some weird name is stuck in his head from the TV he watched this morning. As Nolan trots out to the parking lot with his backpack, he takes a breath to try and dissipate the last of his nervousness to approach the group of his new friends hanging at Theo’s truck. Theo has started driving him home after school, or to whatever hangout with the others, so he walks up behind Corey and Mason as they listen to Liam and Theo talk.

Liam is slightly leaning against Theo who is wearing his EMT uniform, apparently coming off a day shift. Liam looks a bit sad as Nolan finally catches some of what Theo is saying,

“Yeah, just the older guy. He had some previous medical issues, so he was worse off. It’s already on the news.”

He hears Mason respond with,

“And you’re sure it was Dennis from the candy store?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. The news confirmed it.”

The second the name Dennis is brought into the conversation Nolan feels his breath catch up in his throat, so he shifts into the small circle and inserts himself into the conversation to quickly ask,

“What are we talking about?”

Corey, being the closest to Nolan, turns to him and answers, “Theo’s talking about this deadly accident he was at today during his shift.”

Theo’s already back to his crazy EMT stories from work as Nolan replies under his breath, a quiet “Okay”, left with a sickly leaving of recognition in the bottom of his stomach.

Two days later, Nolan has forcefully removed the name Dennis from his mind. He hadn’t told anyone about the weird name writing, but as he keeps taking notes in classes, he can’t see the fateful feverishly writing as his pages of economics notes put the name is the past. He continues to chalk it up to all the weird stuff that seems to happen in Beacon Hills; he convinces himself it is something supernatural, but if Liam doesn’t want him involved, he’ll stay out of it. Nolan lets the whole thing slide partially off his shoulders by the time he had fallen asleep two days later.

As Nolan feels himself drowsy and sleepy, less anxious from the previous days, he feels himself drift off. A pleasant numbness covers himself and the usual wait of his dog on his legs follow him into sleep.

The weight on his feet keeps him grounded as a dream wraps around him. He opens his eyes to a different room than his own. A faint light comes across the bed Nolan is stood at the foot of. The electric green is cast over the old women, laid back and unmoving besides the slightest raise in her chest. Nolan racks his brain to find who this is, maybe a well-known customer at work or an old substitute at school. He finds himself stepping closer, letting himself look at the women’s old, wrinkled hands barely grasping a cross. Her hair is beyond gray, and she looks sick. A nasal tube and something like an IV are connected to her, and as he lets his eyes drift away from the woman, he sees the heart monitor and other machines filling the room with light. Before he could investigate more, he hears a fragile whisper,

“I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Nolan’s head whips back to watch the elderly woman finish her quiet words; he sees, but doesn’t feel, a hand reach out from himself and grasp the old women in a tender hold. Distracting him the woman takes a fragile weak breath, closing her eyes and relaxes as she admits,

“I’m ready.”

Nolan finds himself wondering, for what, but a loud hum blasts his ears. The constant blare causes his eyes to look directly at the heart monitor; a straight line is all etched into it.

As the machine’s flatline continues, he desperately looks back to see the woman is completely unmoving. She’s stopped breathing. She’s dying. Nolan is paralyzed by the realization and squeezes his eyes closed to steel himself, to try and find it in himself to respond. To react and help.

His eyes open up to his ceiling. The weight of Diego is still on his feet, and the moon light is still illuminating his room. A couple seconds of cataloging his own room, the same as when he went to bed, lets his muscles relax and his breathing slow.

Just a weird dream again, Nolan tries to his side and wills himself to go back to a dreamless sleep.

Ignoring his weird happenings does not stop his dreams, unfortunately. Friday night, Nolan is only focused on his afterschool plans. He clambers into Theo’s truck with Liam, and heads to Liam’s house. Everybody was pumped for an overnight movie marathon, takeout pizza for an army, and getting to see everybody from out of town. He was roped into helping with moving Liam’s living room around to attempt to fit eleven people in sleeping bags. They scrounge up every pillow and blanket from the closets and storage before people start showing up. Eventually, by the time the pizzas arrived, Liam, Theo, Mason, Corey, Alec, Sydney, Hayden, Gwen, Brett, Lori, and himself, are piled in front of the TV with paper plates and soda. The movies were all prepicked out, so Nolan gets as comfy as possible between Sydney and Mason (& Corey since they were pretty much sharing a sleeping bag).

The living room is packed of various duffle bags, unhealthy snacks brought from home, and even a little bit of wolfsbane laced alcohol that Brett smuggled in for himself and the other wolves. Between their movies, they play Truth or Dare, bitch about their teachers, and pass out gossip, like every other high school sleepover. As the hours tick on, people slowly succumb to sleeping, including Nolan.

Nolan’s next waking moment is his eyes flying open to an unfamiliar setting, hot and sweaty from intense proximity to others. Before Nolan can even look around to figure out where the hell he is, Nolan’s breath leaves him with a name on his lips he’s never heard before. As the name “Rosita Dawns” falls out of his mouth, he blindly grasps the sleeping bag wrapped around him to sit upright.

His hands stay balled up with the sleeping bag, constricting him as he is finally starting to breath rather than hyperventilate. By the time his mind starts to clear out the deep fear and he recognizes where he is, Nolan hears movement on the couch near his head. He tilts his head backwards to see the shape of someone sitting upright on the couch, but before he can try and guess if it was Theo or Liam from the couch, he hears Theo’s voice,

“Nolan?”

Nolan response is less of words and more of a guttural agreement from his throat.

Theo whispers back “Who’s Rosita Dawns?”

“I have no idea.”

Theo can probably tell that Nolan is telling the truth from his scent, but that doesn’t stop the truth from confusing the hell out of Nolan.

So, Theo slowly shifts away from Liam, leaving Liam with a pillow in lieu of himself; Theo’s eyes lit a sparkling yellow and with the shimmer of extra light, he sees that Theo is motioning towards the empty kitchen.

Nolan resigns himself to having to talk about it, so he tries to quietly shimmy out of a crinkly sleeping bag without waking others. He slowly tiptoes around everyone else using his phone screen as a temporary flashlight before finally making it to the kitchen, seeing Theo holding out a clear glass of some kind of fruit juice. He meekly takes the glass and takes a silent sip of the grape juice; when he finally looks back up to Theo, he is immediately asked,

“So, what was the dream about?”

“I’m not really sure. Woods?”

“Just woods?”

“I don’t know. It kinda looked like the preserve woods.”

Theo has a moment where he adopts a quick face of sadness, almost pity, as he takes a sip out of his own glass.

“Is this like your Beast nightmares?” Nolan had told him a bit about his other nightmares, in a short and awkward conversation on their drive to his house afterschool.

Nolan shrugs his shoulders, and the conversation falls into silence as they both continue to drink their short glasses of juice. And by the time Nolan is yawning and ready to go back to sleep, Theo puts his glass in the sink, turns to leave the room, puts a firm hand on Nolan’s shoulder with a quick squeeze before heading back to the living room. Nolan continues to sit and stew in the peaceful moment before going back to sleep in the living room.

Nothing else to do with the name “Rosita Dawns” happens over the rest of the weekend, but his weekend of pretending that nothing was happening ended Monday morning. Nolan plops himself down at the island in his kitchen as he is waiting for his dad to finish making their breakfast, eggs and toast. Nolan actually managed to get up a bit early, so he grabs the rolled-up newspaper sitting next to him and starts to skim through looking for anything cool. As he opens the third page and starts skimming, he finds the obituary and reads,

Dennis Alberts passed away at the age of 64, on November 14th…

Gwyneth Lopez passed away at the age of 86…

Rosita Dawns, 27, of Reno, Nevada, died…

Nolan quickly skims through the section and the hair on the back of his neck stands right up; a feeling he’s come to know with hesitancy. As he reads through the second one, Mrs. Lopez, he realizes that his dream was probably her dying; the presence of all the machines and the flatlining noise was her passing away for real. He’d dreamed her death, and it was right. And just Friday, he’d even said the name of the girl, Rosita Dawns. A sickly bout of shame creeps in thinking he was twisted up in these people’s untimely demises.

As his dad sets down his plate of his steaming hot egg sandwich on the table, Nolan desperately tries to fold the newspaper right and shoves the newspaper into his lap, away from prying eyes. He looks down and can’t stomach the idea of eating with the large ball of something twisted in his gut.

He blurts something out to his dad before heading back to his room to try and get through his morning routine. His mind is so scattered that brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and grabbing his homework seems impossible without his eyes drifting back to the slightly crumbled newspaper sitting on the edge of his desk. He can help but ask himself Why did I dream of these dead people?

By the time Theo is rolling up in front of his house, and honking his horn at Nolan’s lateness, Nolan manages to stumble out the door, disheveled and barely put together. He quickly shuffles into the truck and throws himself into the passenger seat, leaving Theo asking,

“What’s up with you this morning?”

Not even attempting to answer, he rips open his backpack and pulls out the crumpled newspaper to hand Theo the obituary. Theo quickly scans the page before slowly looking over to Nolan and saying,

“We’re gonna skip first period. Let’s go find Parrish.”

A couple seconds after sending Parrish a text, Theo starts the drive into Beacon Hills to Derek’s apartment.

The drive to Derek’s apartment is quiet as Nolan starts picking at his nails, trying to patiently wait for whatever is going to happen at Derek’s. When they pull up to the parking lot, Derek is already holding his front door open for Theo and Nolan; although Theo enters much more gracefully than he does.

They are shuffled into Derek’s dining room where Parrish is sipping on some coffee, chilling in his pjs at the table. Everyone sits down with him, and all three older men turn to look at Nolan. Paralyzed by the three intense questioning sets of eyes, Nolan finds himself shrugging rather than talking.

Parrish breaks the silence with “You boys want a cup of coffee before we start?”

Nolan nods and Theo responds with a quick “Yes” so Parrish heads around the table back into the kitchen area. The sounds of a coffee machine ring in Nolan’s ears, but Theo nudges his arm to distract him into looking at Theo.

“Can we see the newspaper?”

Nolan places the obituary on the table for Derek to look at. He also skims through the obituary before asking Nolan,

“And this concerns you because?”

“Um, I’ve been having these dreams. Kinda. They’re not all dreams but they kinda have to do with them.”

Parrish walks back into the room with two mugs of steaming hot coffee, sets them down in front of Nolan and Theo, and asks,

“Do you wanna tell us about them?”

Which has Nolan slowly and awkwardly trying to describe his not-so-descriptive dreams over the past week. Nolan finishes his story, and the room is silent as the three older men all make eye contact with one another, not even looking at Nolan. Finally, Theo asks Parrish,

“Did their deaths affect you in any way?”

“Outside of being a deputy, no.”

More awkward silence as Nolan slowly tries to sink into the floor. Derek finally breaks the silence again

“Well Nolan didn’t predict them. He just knew a bit about them.”

“We should talk to Lydia. She is the one of us with the most experiencing about knowing deaths as they happen.”

The men shake their heads in agreement, and Parrish whips his phone out, presumably to send out a text to Lydia. Derek and Theo head elsewhere in the apartment after they discussed looking in the Bestiary for some clues. Parrish finishes the text and fully turns back to Nolan.

“Thanks for telling Theo, and us, about your dreams. We’ll figure this out.”

“Yeah, thanks.” There’s another moment of silence before Nolan’s stomach starts lightly growling. A smile grows on Parrish’s face as he tries to cover up his stomach.

“You eat breakfast?”

“No, um the paper kinda freaked me out.”

“You want some grilled cheese? I’m pretty good at them.”

“Sure.”

Parrish makes Nolan a little grilled cheese as the other two bring a computer out and start searching for clues on there. But as Nolan is finishing his sandwich and patiently waiting for them to come to an answer, he sees a conclusion is not really made. Everyone agrees that they don’t really know and should wait for Lydia, who had not replied yet due to her being in class. The only good news Nolan gets is that Lydia has plans to return to Beacon Hills for Thanksgiving break the next weekend so he can talk to her face-to-face then. Slightly dejected about the vagueness of results but happy he was not doomed to die, Nolan lets Theo drive him back to school, and pretends everything is fine, patiently waiting for Lydia.

Nolan makes it all the way to Thursday during his study hall, t-minus two days until his meeting with Lydia. But as his teachers give up on homework right before break, he has absolutely nothing to do other than chill at his normal table with Alec and Sydney; everyone mindlessly scrolling or gossiping in whispers. So, he crosses his arms and gets comfy to take a quick cat nap.

Instead of being awoken by his phone alarm, déjà vu hits as he shoots up, pushing the chair back and notebooks around. He frantically looks around the library, barely glancing at Alec and Sydney’s worried looks, before carelessly scrambling for his phone and running into the hallway. He speed-dials Parrish and paces around the hallway with his lungs working overtime until he hears Parrish pick up. The second he hears Parrish’s voice, he starts stuttering out,

“It was an old guy. He’s like ancient super old. I think he fell down. He was- he was hurt. And I think his name is Bert. Or maybe John. Like Bert John…”

His scattered story of his recalled dream is interrupted when Parrish responds, “Bert Johnson.”

Nolan falls silent as Parrish continues, “He was at the elderly home, and fell down in the shower. Nolan, he passed away a couple minutes ago. Sheriff and I were just called in.”

Nolan chokes out a quiet, “He’s dead?” barely understanding what’s happening.

“Yes,” Parrish doesn’t even let Nolan try to respond before reassuring him, “But it already happened. You couldn’t have done anything about it, okay”

“Okay...”

“Thank you for telling me so soon. But I know you are at school. Why don’t you go back to class, and I’ll talk to you later?”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye.”

Nolan presses the End Call button and stares at his phone wallpaper, still a little unsettled, before he pockets his phone and turns back around to see Alec and Sydney standing at the library doors.

Alec breaks the silence by asking “Who’s Bert Johnson?”

“I don’t know.”

Nolan slowly shuffles back to the doors with them and all three go back into the library.

2:02 Saturday evening, the glass doors of Moe’s diner open as Lydia gracefully floats in. She’s dressed up and elegant for the dingy diner’s afternoon crowd. She immediately sees him all alone, and heads towards him. Nolan raises his hand to quickly wave, and Lydia simply smiles as she slides into the other side of his tattered booth.

Nolan has to restrain himself from shaking; his anxiety skyrocketed the second he had entered the building himself and Lydia either doesn’t notice or doesn’t comment as she says,

“Hi Nolan.”

“Hi Lydia, um thanks for coming and talking with me.”

“I’m the master of crazy dreams. I’d love to help if I can.”

“Well, I’ve been having some crazy dreams.”

“Why don’t you tell me about them as much as you can?”

Again, Nolan launches into his story of all the dreams, including the last one, and tells her everything he could remember. It takes probably ten to fifteen minutes before Nolan runs out of things relating to his dreams and just waits for her response.

“Nolan, in your dream about Mrs. Lopez, did you look around the room?”

“No, um I was just looking at her.”

“Well, there’s a chance she wasn’t talking to you. I asked Parrish, that woman’s daughter was apparently in the room when she passed.”

“But, but what does that mean? Why is this happening to me?”

Lydia takes a moment to take a deep breath and a sip of her water. The momentary pause also allows him to take a couple breaths too.

“Can I ask you a couple, personal questions Nolan? I promise it’ll help.”

“Um sure.”

“Nolan, do you know what I am?”

“A Banshee?”

“Yeah, do you know what Banshees do?”

“Um, scream when someone dies?”

“Sometimes. We are called the Harbinger of Death. My screaming is just one of my abilities. Banshees have been around as long as werewolves, and this is where it might be a bit personal… Nolan, Banshees have always been woman.”

Nolan had already been fidgeting with his fingers, but he couldn’t help but quickly break their eye contact to watch himself fidget with his sweatshirt arm hems. There’s a moment of awkward silence before he watches Lydia’s hands reach out and eventually land over his own, stopping his fidgeting and lightly squeezing his hands.

“Is there any chance you could be a Banshee?”

“…Maybe.” Lydia waits patiently as Nolan has to gnaw on his bottom lip for a second before he builds the confidence to continue. “I, I’m, um I’m a boy. I, like, went through male puberty and everything. But I was born, I’m intersex. I, I um.”

“It’s alright if you don’t wanna go deeper. I believe you. And that means there’s a chance you might be becoming something like me.”

“But, but you’re here. And part of the pack. So why am I doing it too?”

Lydia takes a moment to think before replying,

“Well, a lot of us have been away at school. And I’m pretty far away. I know you’re closer to Liam and the other younger wolves. So maybe it’s happening so you can help Liam.”

“Yeah, maybe. But what does that mean for me? Like am I becoming you?”

Lydia lightly laughs through a breath before cheekily responding,

“No, I am one of a kind. But I might be able to give you some advice; make sure you know you’re not going crazy. You know, stuff I wished I knew.”

“Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

The afternoon fades as patrons come in and out. Nolan and Lydia stay sitting in the booth, eventually ordering some food and drinks, as Lydia imparts as much wisdom as possible. Not that long ago, Lydia was helping Meredith realize their powers are good when they use them for good; and now, in the diner booth, she helps Nolan understand what he is.

#teen wolf #nolan holloway #spooktober #spooktober prompt #banshee! nolan #intersex! nolan #lydia martin #this is be put on ao3 soon #my posts #my writing #my last spooktober prompt

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sometimesanalice · 2 years ago

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I won’t even pretend that I have any level of chill about this fic, it’s my absolute favorite! High strung, keyed up adrenaline Bradley is such a mood! And she’s such a little brat when he calls her, and it absolutely SENDS ME EVERY TIME!

But boy, do those tables turn! 😂 It’s funny, it’s smutty, it’s absolute perfection!

Please enjoy my rapid descent into UNHINGED ALL CAPS below:

The dial tone had only been droning on for - he glanced at his phone - thirteen seconds, but fuck - everything seemed like an age when he was rocking what felt like the worst semi of his life. — PLSSSS THIS HORNY PILOT IS DYING AFTER 13 SECONDS AND ITS SENDING ME

“- I kinda need you - like need you? I did this run at work just now and it got me a little keyed up? And fuck - I haven’t felt like this since flight school and I ran through all my soapy titty pics in my office, but nothing’s working and I can’t shake the adrenaline or whatever the -” — I’d let this man get me fired any day of the week, got a presentation? Sorry y’all I need the afternoon off. And the soapy titty pic 🙌🏻 I love how he loves them 😂

He slipped one hand off the steering wheel to adjust himself. “- I need to fuck you - like now.”— 🥵😮‍💨🥵🤯😵‍💫☠️

Bradley briefly thought the call had dropped until he heard you humming Afternoon Delight. — PLSSSS SHES SO FUCKING FUNNY AN ICON

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes and I want you on your desk waiting for me.” And then he hung up before you could say anything in response. — SIR YES SIR

And he didn’t necessarily think it was the best first impression to be sporting a semi when he met some of your coworkers for the first time. —or hear me out, it definitely would be a great impression if you know what I meannnn

You’ll have to check in with Margie at the front desk once you get upstairs - I told her you were…coming —- I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER she’s such a little brat

Even if he was only in the building to have a quickie with his fiancée. — HE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO LOCK IT DOWN. But also, where do I sign up?

“You must be Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?” Bradley nodded. “She said the commander part was important.” Fucking brat— I love love love how she never says it 😂 she will make sure everyone else gets it right, but she’s got to keep him on his toes

he saw your name prominently affixed to the wall with your job title underneath it. He groaned. His fucking smart girl. — Bradley LOVES smart girls! He likes them brainy and mouthy 👀

“Jesus, that was fast - did you fly the -”— babe he would have fucking landed on top of the building if he could

“You do that for me?” You nodded. “I need you so much, you have no idea, sweetheart. Nothing worked, I tried everything, but nothing -”— 🥵😮‍💨 but also he’s so preciously flustered here! He’s a big, bad naval aviator who can’t keep it in his pants when he’s worked up and he just needs his girl!

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaking.” You whined and buried your face in his neck, placing butterfly kisses there. “You get this wet talking about supply chain management?” — as if you don’t know the power of the flight suit sir, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

“Almost wish there were more people in the office today.” — AHHHHHHH!!! The exhibitionist kink lite

“Then they’d hear all your pretty little gasps and moans and cries from down the hall, wondering how they’d look you in the eye next time you gave a presentation or bent over to pick something up, knowing they heard you getting fucked against your desk all afternoon like a dirty little slut, cause we both know you can't keep quiet.”— YOUVE KILLED ME IM DEADDDDDD 🥵

“Don’t want everyone to hear how much of a needy little thing you are? How you had to call me to come up here to take care of you?”“But - but you called - me…”“Hmmm, but they don’t know that.”— THIS COCKY LIL SLUT. The audacity of this man. (But also 🤭)

How dare you get Hangman’s rank right when you always fucked up Bradley’s? — SHE IS MY BEST BABE

(And the all caps have been activated)

“Need you - need my Bradley.”— 💖

You arched your back at his words, always loving whenever he called you smart. But you both also loved whenever he rendered you stupid. - whenever he fucked you stupid.— AHHHHHHHHHHH SMART GIRL DUMB KINK FRIES MY BRAIN

“Then I guess they’ll miss it…”— FULL EXHIBITIONIST LORDDDDTTTTTT

His lips trailed up and down your neck until he found your pulse point and sucked. You whined. There’d be a mark there later, but it had all weekend to disappear. Or not.— JUST ME SCREAMINGGGG

He couldn’t believe you had agreed to this.— ME NEITHER BUT I WILL PERSONALLY TACKLE ANYONE FROM HR WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH THIS

“What about ‘em? ‘M just a pilot, what do I know?”— PLSSSSSS HES SO COCKY I CANNOT GODDDDDD HE IS MY FAVORITE

Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Clench… Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Keen.— DO YOU SMELL THAT? ITS MY BRAIN BEING DEEP FRIED! GIMME THE SMELLING SALTS STAT

Bradley loved simultaneous orgasms - knowing he had taken care of you as well as you had taken care of him? There was nothing hotter.— IM DYING

You finally came with a cry that was definitely heard in reception. “You fill me so good, dadd - oh, Bradley.”— MARGIE PAUSEd HER SOAP OPERAS FOR THIS I JUST KNOW IT! THE ALMSOT DADDY SLIP UP! IM DEAD

You always needed to be close to him after sex and he was always there to take care of you. Whether it was telling you how good of a job you had done or petting your hair and cleaning you up - Bradley always wanted to take care of you. You were his girl, just like he was your Bradley.— THEY ARE SO IN LOVE I CANNOT

I PHYSICALLY CANNOT UNCAPS MYSELF AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THIS FIC I LOVE THEM I LOVE THIS FIC

skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw has a little too much adrenaline pumping through his veins after a test flight at work and needs to ask his girl for a favor...

OR office sex - just office sex, in your fancy, glass office - and bradley in his flight suit

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 3.6k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content (p in v, vaginal fingering, public sex(ish) they fuck against a glass window, and as always with these two slight dom/sub and praise and rank kink elements). this entire fic is an hr nightmare

gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight

“Pick up, pick up, pick up. Come on, sweetheart, pick up.”

Bradley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and tapped his left foot on the truck-bed as he sat in some mid-afternoon San Diego traffic. The dial tone had only been droning on for - he glanced at his phone - thirteen seconds, but fuck - everything seemed like an age when he was rocking what felt like the worst semi of his life.

Because how the fuck did this still happen to him? Wasn’t getting keyed up on adrenaline something that they beat out of cadets in flight school? Bradley sure as hell thought it was -

Your voice suddenly filled the car. “- Hey, bubs.”

“Hey - err hi." Bradley cleared his throat. "Are you uhh - you busy?”

“I just finished my meetings for the day - what’s wrong?” you asked without any further preamble.

Fuck, he didn’t want you to be worried. You two normally texted during the day, sure. But a call was a little out of the ordinary. “N-nothing uhh like that. Can I swing by your office? Just kinda need -”

“- You’re scaring me -”

Bradley groaned. “- I kinda need you - like need you? I did this run at work just now and it got me a little keyed up? And fuck - I haven’t felt like this since flight school and I ran through all my soapy titty pics in my office, but nothing’s working and I can’t shake the adrenaline or whatever the -”

“- Fuck.” He could picture you moving around on your desk chair, that skirt you had on this morning riding up your thighs as you subtly rubbed them together, your legs bare but topped off with a pair of heels. “Bradley -”

God it was a miracle he was able to stay in the passing lane. He slipped one hand off the steering wheel to adjust himself. “- I need to fuck you - like now.”

It was quiet on your side of the line and Bradley briefly thought the call had dropped until he heard you humming Afternoon Delight.

He scoffed. “Very funny…”

“My motto’s always been when it’s right it’s right. Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night…”

On his end of the line, Bradley groaned. It was a mix of exasperation and longing. He could picture you perfectly, sitting in your office, spinning around on your desk chair with a coy smile on your face. It was a fantasy of his that he had long wanted to play out.

And now was his chance.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes and I want you on your desk waiting for me.” And then he hung up before you could say anything in response.

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Sure enough, Bradley pulled up to your office some ten minutes later - if he had pushed the speed limit a little too much on the last stretch of I-5 to Del Mar then he was just lucky he hadn’t been pulled over. After having dropped you off for work a couple times when your car had been in the shop or you had forgotten something, Bradley knew where to park, but he hadn’t exactly been inside your office before. And he didn’t necessarily think it was the best first impression to be sporting a semi when he met some of your coworkers for the first time.

So, he quickly glanced around his car, desperate for something to carry to hide his problem until he found a folder of paperwork in the back seat. That could work - he’d say he needed you to sign something and that it had to be notarized by the end of the day - hence the late afternoon drive out to Del Mar.

As he approached the front doors, his phone buzzed. You’ll have to check in with Margie at the front desk once you get upstairs - I told her you were…coming

Bradley rolled his eyes. Funny girl. He nodded towards the security guard at the main entrance and was thankful he was wearing his flight suit - it simultaneously created more and fewer questions, but it did give him some legitimacy.

Even if he was only in the building to have a quickie with his fiancée.

The elevator ride to the top floor passed quickly and before Bradley knew it, he was approaching the frosted glass doors to your company’s office. He made sure the folder he grabbed out of the car was still covering his crotch area as he walked up to Margie at the front desk.

“You must be Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?” Bradley nodded. “She said the commander part was important.”

Fucking brat.

“And you’re Margie?” The older woman simpered and Bradley wouldn’t have minded chatting her up for the next few minutes - if only because he knew it would piss you off - but he really really needed you. He flashed his license, confirming his identity, and Margie printed him off a visitor’s pass. “Just got to drop these forms off for my girl to sign, could you point me in the direction of her office?”

Margie wheeled around her desk, clearly intent on showing him the way herself, but Bradley practically jumped back once she got closer. “I can go myself, just need to be uhh - pointed in the general direction?”

“Oh - of course, just down the hall, take a right, and she’s the fourth door on the left. Pretty sure she’s the only one on her team in the office today. It’s normally pretty quiet on Fridays.”

Thank fucking god. With a final nod towards Margie, Bradley headed down the hallway. The offices were all relatively dark the further he got into the bowels of the building. From your chatting about it, Bradley knew your fourth floor office consisted of floor to ceiling glass windows that looked out onto the street in the back right corner of the building - as opposed to the CAVA and Shake Shack in the front. He took a right and then counted one, two, three, four doors on the left until he saw your name prominently affixed to the wall with your job title underneath it. He groaned.

His fucking smart girl.

He knocked on the door and barely waited for your soft come in before pushing the frosted glass door open. And there you were, perched on the edge of your glass desk, just like he had requested. Your plaid, grey skirt was sitting sinfully high on your thighs and your black, heeled Mary Janes made your legs appear even longer than normal. You looked like every one of his fantasies come to life.

“Jesus, that was fast - did you fly the -”

Bradley crossed the room in two strides, before he pulled you against him. God, you felt as good as he had imagined - better even. You gasped against his lips and twined your arms around his neck, appearing as desperate for him as he was for you.

He pulled your black silk blouse out of the waistband of your skirt and grabbed your right leg to hike around his waist. His hand - that wasn’t cupping your breast through your bra - slid up your thigh and towards that sweet spot between your legs. And fuck him - you weren’t wearing any underwear. He groaned your name.

“You do that for me?” You nodded. “I need you so much, you have no idea, sweetheart. Nothing worked, I tried everything, but nothing -”

“- Bra-Bradley,” you said between sighs as he peppered you with kisses, “the door - lock the door…”

Loathe as he was to do it, he quickly pulled away from you to lock the door. When he turned around, you had sat back on the edge of your desk, legs spread open invitingly.

“God, look at you…”

You glanced down at his crotch. “And look at you, poor thing,” you said with only the slightest hint of condescension. The folder he had brought into your office was gone - he didn’t really know where, probably somewhere on the floor - so the evidence of his desire, of his need for you was obvious. “Come here.”

Bradley didn’t need to be told twice. You fiddled with the zipper on his flight suit and slowly dragged it down his body until it rested on his hips, where just the hint of his black boxer briefs was visible.

You snuck your hands underneath his black t-shirt. He sucked in a breath as the cool metal of your engagement ring glided across his abs and he gripped your thighs tightly in response. Your hands slid lower and started palming his cock over his flight suit. The satisfaction was instantaneous and he sighed. Why did your hands always feel so much better than his own?

“God, Bradley - you’re so wrecked, bubs…” You slipped your hand between the flap on his boxer briefs, pulling his cock out, and he bucked it into your hand. “You want me to suck you off?”

He shook his head tightly. “No, wanna be inside you. S’only thing that’ll help.”

With shaky fingers, Bradley started unbuttoning your black silk blouse, eventually discarding it on your desk. He moaned once he saw your pert breasts peeking out from the cups of your black lace bra. It was one of his favorites and he knew it had a matching pair of underwear that was probably neatly folded away in your tote bag.

“So gorgeous, needed this…” he babbled, mouthing at your breasts over the black lace.

Because there was nothing like having the real thing in front of him. The real breasts, the real body, the real you. That was always so goddamn responsive towards him and could talk back and soothe his aching cock with your hands and press both the sweetest and sloppiest kisses across his skin.

You were a dream. And you were sitting right in front of him.

Bradley snuck his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra and you jutted your breasts out at the action. Your nipples hardened and he palmed them, loving how soft and smooth they felt in his rough and calloused hands. The same hands that had just been throttling the clutch of his plane as he cruised above the Mojave Desert less than an hour ago.

You grabbed the back of his neck and played with the ends of his hair, pulling him towards you for a kiss and slightly sliding off the edge of your desk in the process. Meanwhile, Bradley repositioned his hands so they were now trailing up your thighs, getting closer and closer to your cunt with every passing second. He could already feel the heat pouring off you and the slick coating the silk lining of your skirt. Maybe once you took care of him, you’d let him have a taste? But for now, his fingers started coaxing your wet folds.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaking.” You whined and buried your face in his neck, placing butterfly kisses there. “You get this wet talking about supply chain management?”

“Kept thinking about you - trying to get off on your own - knowing you had to come all - ohhh - the way here for me to take - take care of you.”

Bradley groaned as he felt you clenching around his fingers. Your own hands were feebly grasping his arms, desperate for any sort of support.

“Almost wish there were more people in the office today.”

As he spoke, your lips trailed down his jawline, across his cheeks and neck, before they reached his ear. Your teeth nipped on the lobe and Bradley moaned.

“They’d see me come in - looking ready to take you on the conference table. Then they’d hear all your pretty little gasps and moans and cries from down the hall, wondering how they’d look you in the eye next time you gave a presentation or bent over to pick something up, knowing they heard you getting fucked against your desk all afternoon like a dirty little slut, cause we both know you can't keep quiet.”

You whimpered. “Ple-please, Bradley. Please.”

“You know, at first I thought I wouldn’t last long when I finally saw you, but now it seems like you’re the one who’s not gonna last, huh, sweetheart?”

You let out a cry as he crooked his fingers just-so. “Bubs -”

“- Shh, shh. You gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Don’t want everyone to hear how much of a needy little thing you are? How you had to call me to come up here to take care of you?”

“But - but you called - me…”

“Hmmm, but they don’t know that.” You keened. Whether it was at the thought of your coworkers finding out how much of a slut you were or how Bradley’s fingers felt as he scissored them in your sopping cunt, he didn’t really care.

“I just wanted to - to take care of you -”

“- Seems like I’m the one taking care of you right now…”

“What made you - made you like this, bubs?” You rolled your hips. “Some risky flight man - maneuver? The thought of - mmmm - beating Lieutenant - Com-commander Seresin at something - ”

Fucking brat.

Bradley growled at the mention of his quasi-nemesis and pulled his fingers back. How dare you get Hangman’s rank right when you always fucked up Bradley’s?

“- Fucking brat -” he stated his previous thoughts. You whimpered.

“- And how much better you are than him?” you continued and the fingers were back. You clenched around them and he bit back a smirk. “How much - ohhh - how much smarter - fa-aster and how much bigger you - Bra-Bradley…”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to have you - all of you - now. Have the one name you were saying be his - not Lieutenant Commander Seresin, but Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.

“Think you’re ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded feverishly. “Yes, yes. Need you -”

He briefly held your wrists to stop you pawing at him. “- Need who?”

“Need you - need my Bradley.” Any other time, the response would’ve made him smile, but today it wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for from you. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your entrance, teasingly, and you whimpered. “Fine, fine - need Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw to fuck me.”

His rank was said with an undercurrent of sass, but he could deal with that later when you were home.

“Good girl.” He cupped your cheek. “Now was that so hard?”

You glanced up at him with a pout. “Please, just fuck me.”

That did it. Bradley grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled you even closer, kissing you for all you were worth. Your feet didn’t even touch the floor, they just swung back and forth.

“Hmm, but there’s much shit on your desk for me to fuck you there. Would hate to mess anything up for my smart girl...”

You arched your back at his words, always loving whenever he called you smart. But you both also loved whenever he rendered you stupid. - whenever he fucked you stupid.

“Someplace else then?” Bradley glanced around the office, ignoring the two chairs in front of your desk and the bookcases along the inner wall, before landing on the southward facing windows.

You followed his gaze and sighed. “God, can you imagine the mess? You’d have to come inside me, but I’d get to walk around the rest of the afternoon with a present.”

A present.

His cum - dripping down your thighs, dripping onto your desk chair as you talked to your boss or John from emerging markets and even as you said goodbye to Margie. He growled.

“Who’s in that office? The one next door?” He nodded towards the identical glass building to his right.

“It’s just Deloitte, but it’s Friday so none of them are working anyway.”

Bradley assumed that was a Big Four joke. “Then I guess they’ll miss it…” He set you down on your already unsteady feet and pulled the two of you over towards the window. You let out a gasp once your back hit the glass and Bradley invaded your space.

“How do you want me?” You whispered, watching his hands rove up and down your bare arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Turn around.” He didn’t give you a chance to do it yourself, he just grabbed your hips and pressed you against the glass wall. Bradley took it as a good sign - he supposed - that he couldn’t see into the office across the way - meant they couldn’t see the two of you either.

You hissed once you made contact with the glass. “It’s cold, bubs.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll warm right up.” His lips trailed up and down your neck until he found your pulse point and sucked. You whined. There’d be a mark there later, but it had all weekend to disappear.

Or not.

Without much grace, let alone any mind to the dry cleaning, Bradley bunched your skirt up past your hips, baring your ass to him and your sopping wet cunt to whomever may happen to be looking at the fourth floor, back corner office from the outside at half past three on a Friday.

He widened your stance with his feet and then dragged his right hand across your still wet folds. You whined and rubbed your ass against his crotch. “Want your cock inside me, need to feel you - please…”

And who was he to refuse when you had offered so willingly. “That’s my girl.”

Bradley pumped himself a couple times before he slid right into you. You both gasped at the sensation and it felt like the coil of frustration that had been Bradley's constant companion for the past hour or so was lessening.

“God, you feel so good - just what mhmm - what I needed,” he breathed against your ear. His hands gripped your hips tightly underneath your skirt as he thrusted into you from behind. “Why don’t you touch yourself for me, hmmm?”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, allowing him to nibble at your neck. “Where?”

Without even breaking his stride, Bradley grabbed your right hand and brought it to your clit. You gasped at the action and he coaxed your fingers to play with the little nub. Eventually, he removed his hand from yours, trusting you to do the work on your own. “Good girl.”

Now content, he brought his hand back to your hip. Your little whimpers and moans were the perfect compliment to his deep groans and pants. Plus, the thought of your breasts pressed against the glass was so fucking hot. He couldn’t believe you had agreed to this.

“Why don’t you try and tell me - what you were working on before I called? You know I always love to hear how good my girl’s being at work.”

You braced your left forearm against the glass window. “Oh? Uhhh supply chains…”

“What about ‘em? ‘M just a pilot, what do I know?”

God, he couldn't believe he was fucking the smartest, most capable girl in the world right now. Such a fucking pretty picture you painted.

“Working on a paper on ‘em. And how - how they need to be redesigned - ohhhh - to fo-cus on digitization - harder, bubs plea - ahhh.” You had to stop for a moment. “But supp-liers are worried about - oh, oh, oh dadd - please, plea -”

Bradley kept his rigorous pace, knowing he was getting close. Honestly, it didn’t take much; he was already way too keyed up. Meanwhile, you had been too preoccupied with stringing together a coherent sentence to continue playing with yourself.

“- About suppliers not being up to the technological challenges of digitization,” you finally shouted in one breath.

After that, you just kept babbling - about what Bradley wasn’t able to follow. But you still managed to sound smart and that was all he cared about.

“- Cloud networking -”

Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Clench.

“ - IOT -”

Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Keen.

“- Upskilling staff -”

Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Clench.

"- ESG factors - "

Thrust. Cry. Grunt. Keen.

Eventually, you just stopped talking and the only sounds coming from you were pitiful whimpers.

"What's ESG?" You just shook your head. "Come on, what's it mean?" Bradley bottomed out inside you with a particularly deep thrust.

"Environmentalsocialandgovernance," you cried out in one breath.

"There's my good girl..." Eventually, you just stopped talking and the only sounds coming from you were pitiful whimpers.

“You good, sweetheart?” You hummed. “Smart girl, good girl.” Bradley snaked his right hand down to your neglected clit and played with you until you cried out. “Ready to come for me?”

You whined and Bradley felt it - felt it all the way to his core. You practically vibrated with need, with want. “‘S too much, please I - I can’t.”

“Wanna come at the same time as you…”

Bradley loved simultaneous orgasms - knowing he had taken care of you as well as you had taken care of him? There was nothing hotter.

“Just gotta tell me, sweetheart.” He sunk his teeth into your shoulder. “Cause all I wanna feel is your pussy milking my cock…”

By now - after almost two and a half years together - he knew instinctively when you were ready to cum and with one final, deep thrust, his orgasm crashed through him and he spent himself inside you, painting your pussy with his cum, hoping it would spur you along.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck - fuck -” You finally came with a cry that was definitely heard in reception. “You fill me so good, dadd - oh, Bradley.”

His cocked twitched one final time, the last streams of his cum filling you up. And he knew that when he pulled out of you, it would drip down your thighs. God, you were so perfect - everything he ever wanted. “I know, I know, such a good girl for me. Always such a good girl for me.”

Your body slumped against the glass window before Bradley pulled you against his chest, knowing you needed to be held close right now.

The two of you just stood there for a moment, panting for so long that your breathing was finally in sync. He helped you turn around to face each other and you burrowed your face in his neck. You always needed to be close to him after sex and he was always there to take care of you. Whether it was telling you how good of a job you had done or petting your hair and cleaning you up - Bradley always wanted to take care of you. You were his girl, just like he was your Bradley.

“So,” he said after a moment, “think you can sneak out a little early today?”

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a/n: well, that was fun? i guess? shout the fuck out to whoever this anon was that got me on this journey??

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dragonsbone · 2 years ago

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too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ mitch munson, live wire ☠️

Hawkins, Indiana was not the kind of town for people who had even a sliver of originality. It was a small town full of boring people who all liked and disliked the same normal things, hung out at the same stupid places, and interacted with the same gossip-loving crowd. However, if someone had different music taste, different hobby, or different clothing style, then they were instantly labeled as “different” in the eyes of everyone. It didn’t matter if you grew up with a white picket fence or “slumming” it around in a trailer park. The opinion always remained the same:

Outcast.

Freak.

Weirdo.

A town like Hawkins killed the idea of anyone being unique.

A town Mitch Munson swore she would escape the moment she got the chance. A normal and boring life in a normal and boring town was not written in the cards for someone like her. For starters, she refused to be referred by her legal name because her older brother, Eddie, couldn’t say it properly when they were children. (It made more sense than Michelle ever did anyway). But that wasn’t all. No, Mitch Munson was a wildcard full of attitude, sarcasm, and a lifetime supply of creative insults that would make her poor, dead mother rise from the grave in horror. The last part was what she was most known for and proud of. Unfortunately, the rest of the citizens in Hawkins disagreed. That was precisely why she dreamed of flipping the bird to the godforsaken town in her rearview mirror while driving off in the sunset to a place that truly accepted her.

Unfortunately, leaving town required money. Money that the Munson family do not have the pleasure of making.

So her fantasy was placed on hold, along with her brother’s goal of graduating high school for the third year in a row. All she had left to do now was survive her final year of high school, perform with her brother in their band, and take it one day at a time. Hopefully, it would all work out by the end.

Then, spring break of 1986 rolled around the corner and the idea of escaping Hawkins was no longer a ludicrous idea.

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draftingteacups · 3 years ago

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I refuse to believe that Malleus didn’t knight both alolan grimer and gulpin from their valliant service of eating lilia’s cooking during chapter 4, all hail sir alolan grimer of ramshackle, eater of Lilia��s cooking and reason for beter showers at NRC and sir gulpin of ramshackle, eater of Jade‘s poison mushrooms and Lilia‘s cooking

Fair warning, I went ham with this ☠️☠️☠️☠️

There was a ceremony for this, believe it or not. Of course, they had to hide it from Lilia as to not be scolded, so they invented a secret code to invite those who were to attend.

It was a huge thing that anyone who knew about knew and anyone else outside of it did not know a thing.

Of course that included the majority of Diasomnia with Sebek on orders to not say a peep to Lilia in order to pull it off. The sports teams who benefited from the showers, so basically the ones who could keep a secret like Jamil, Ace, Epel, Jack, etc.

I can't think of any more at the top of my head sorry alksdfjakl

Soni knew because Malleus asked her about the customs of knighting Pokémon in her world as well as supplying the honorary snacks for the Pokémon to eat. She had to get dressed up because it was an important ceremony and she was a formal guest who also catered the event.

Floyd shows up to the ceremony in a FANCY SUIT AND TIE WITH NICE-ASS SHOES, ready to give his chaotic speech to why Gulpin is forever his best buddy and is welcome to come and eat more of Jade's mushrooms as it pleases

Azul had given them the place to do the ceremony in secret, free of charge because Gulpin really did save him that one time with Jade's mushrooms and the dishes made with those mushrooms. It was merely a favor to be repaid. If you had to ask him in private, out of the chaotic Pokémon that terrorize the school, he prefers Gulpin as it causes the least amount of problems for Octavinelle.

Malleus and Leona dislike one another, but they both put aside their differences as the Pokemon were the stars of the show and were to be respected as such. They elect to stay away from one another the entire time.

Not to mention, Soni was pretty much pulling no punches over this event because it took so much time to prepare everything so no fighting was allowed.

"All hail Sir Alolan Grimer of Ramshackle, Eater of Lilia‘s Creations and Petitioner of Better Showers! All Hail Sir Gulpin of Ramshackle, Eater of Mushrooms and Lilia‘s Creations! We all thank you from the bottom of our hearts and beyond for all you have contributed to all of us here in Night Raven College."

The crowd claps, many whistling and clapping. No one is too unhappy at the celebration.

"We are all gathered here to celebrate many things, but there is one very special reason why we are here tonight."

Malleus, in all his glory, in his fancy robes, gestures for Soni to walk down the aisle. Through the power of magic, there's a spotlight conjured on her and she proceeds to walk, carrying two Pokeballs on a pillow. Dressed in a nice, fancy dress for the occasion and make-up, she tries her best to not chuck her heel at a snickering Ace in the corner because this was a happy moment dammit-

"As we stand here in this sacred place of secrecy, we ask all who have attended here to stay in silence. Let me say that we will not bind you to us if you refuse. We will respect your wish and let you be should you say no."

Soni stops before him and holds the Pokeballs to the fae. Malleus, heir to his Kingdom and one of the strongest Magicians in the world, bends the knee, holding the Pokeballs out to the two Pokemon who merely stare at him.

"We will not be here in the walls of Night Raven College forever. Lilia loves you both as do we all. That is why we are gathered here today to ask you this." A soft smile curls on his face as Malleus asks the Pokemon, "Are you willing to be our partners, as long as you shall live?"

This was something that would last beyond their years in Night Raven College. For Soni to allow something like this is rare as she knows that Pokemon in Twisted Wonderland are afraid of this world that they know they are not native to. She is an outsider, just like them. She knows how the world can and will react to things they are not used to.

Those in the fae courts of the Briar Valley will think otherwise to the Pokemon existing there. Think of how dirty Grimer is or how Gulpin does not fit their ideology of elegance.

However, their opinions did not matter in this moment of time where the world consisted of two things: Pokemon and the people who loved them.

Thus when the Pokemon give their consent to stay by their side, Soni does so with a smile. The world got a little bit brighter that day.

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it was never meant to be this long holy moly ☠️☠️☠️☠️

had to change it to make it flow better but still 👍

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years ago

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Letter 14: 🎩 ☠️ Support IN STOCK NOW!! ☠️ 🎩

A letter arrives in the mail. A logo, composed of a skull with a top hat, sits atop the paper, followed by a table of the days of the week and hours of operation. Below that are a few paragraphs of jaunty handwriting that seems so animated that it almost leaps off the page.

A leaflet arrives with the letter. Bright colors sharply contrast one another, separated only by thick black outlines. Several jagged text bubbles with various percentages and deals litter the page next to their corresponding items. (It seems that tuna cans are 50% off this week, so now might be a good time to stock up for Grim’s sake!)

***Happy Beans Day, Fairy Gala, Scary Monsters!, and Ghost Marriage event spoilers!***

Hey, Little Demon!

Word from my confidants on the other side is, you’ve been getting yourself into more trouble lately. Battling your peers, chasing away unwanted fairies and ghosts, squaring off against Overblot after Overblot... on top of your school work! Seems to me you have your hands full!

You could say I’m very well-connected. Why, I’ve got business partners all over Twisted Wonderland. Information comes and goes through my network of creeping shadows. They stir and whisper about you often, fascinated. A magicless human that tackles near-death experiences and challenges headfirst...

You live life dangerously, little demon. Take care to look after yourself when you head out of your adventures! You’re quite the valuable customer and companion of mine. I’d hate to lose such a familiar face to my humble little shop.

With all that you’ve got going on, your old buddy old pal Sam can’t help but think... You’d be a whole lot safer with some special tools under your belt! A non-magic user like you could certainly use the extra assurance in a time of emergency!

Guns that shoot beans at your foes! Fridges large enough to stuff yourselves in! Enchanted bouquets! Rings that banish ghosts! Dust that allows you to blend in with fairies! Candies of all kinds! Campus maps! The Mystery Shop had all you could ever want, and all that you could ever need!

My wares have been of great help to you in the past, but there’s one thing to keep in mind! Items are merely that: items. They are useless if its wielder cannot properly use it for its function or purpose. In other words... As magical as my goods may be, it is you, the buyer, that holds the possibilities in your hands!

Once a sale is made, there’s nothing more I can do to support you. I can only hope that you use your purchases wisely, and that you come back the next day—smiling as brightly as ever, to share another story of your school life and other exploits. So far, you’ve yet to disappoint!

Little demon, you’re destined for great things (trust this entrepreneur’s sharp eye)! Just know that whatever challenges may come your way, you don’t need to face them alone. Stop on by for some supplies, or just a chat. I’ll do what I can to support your efforts from the sidelines!

Your friendly neighborhood salesman-shopkeeper extraordinaire,

🎩 Sam 🎩

#twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #Mr. S #twisted wonderland #twst #Sam #magic mystery letters #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #disney twisted wonderland #Mister S

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years ago

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Guess who 💀👑 and #2 reckon keyed Lucas’ motor

Janis: Sherlock and Watson they ain’t, not even in the gay fanfic type of way #2 wishes

Jimmy: If they ain’t saying it were Asia’s 🦷🦷 when she tripped and fell on her clonky school heels to guilt trip her into the dentists chair for a bit of cosmetic, dunno who they think they are

Janis: When they’re too intent on the faux flex to gaslight gatekeep girlboss 💔😱

Janis: She’s tryna put about that it was Pablo because she MIGHT have mentioned to him that Lucas was being SO creepy trying to get her to sign up for some club

Janis: which never fucking happened and if it did we all know she’d be all over that #teachercrush content like a rash

Jimmy: her romantic gesture’ll backfire when he and Lucas find out

Jimmy: 💔😱 is right

Janis: not supplying her that 💡 not even to smash it over her head

Janis: maybe she reckons daddy gives enough of a shit to get him off

Jimmy: gutted you don’t have any 📷📼 to supply to the head and make it look like he did do it

Jimmy: 💔😱 be doubled when she works out daddy’d be first in line to call the 🚔👮 but Bill’s faves her and that lad still ain’t

Janis: Didn’t have my 📷man to hand so I’ll let her do her own dirty work

Janis: as it’s more likely she’s 💔😱 dating a black boy didn’t get daddy’s attention before now

Janis: desperate times, like

Jimmy: @#2

Jimmy: her time might FINALLY be coming OMG!!!!!

Janis: If she weren’t too pussy to suggest going that way

Janis: her pretending she’s in any way impressed over his 💘💪 is hilarious though

Jimmy: be fair mate, it’s a tall pillow wall and she’s very weak, impressive if she could lift enough 🥂🍾🍸🍹 to have it be a goer

Jimmy: Mia’s dad is well unforgettable, it’s blackout or nowt

Janis: That we’re all agreed on

Janis: some things worth shopping your boyfriend for 😩😩

Jimmy: today’s 🎨 can’t compete, obvs, but

Jimmy: [send it anyways]

Janis: s’alright, literally none of us believe he keyed it up for her and it weren’t my finest work so no 🎨

Janis: [post that and gush in the ways you can’t]

Jimmy: I dunno, inspired me

Jimmy: not #goals to @ me for being easy pleased so you’ll have to take the compliment, like

Janis: or out myself as the real culprit so I guess I’ll have to

Janis: was worth it before even getting us out of detention anyway, prick deserves it

Jimmy: need a 🥇 fake 🐕 to lure kids into that car now, worth it to feel special when it’s just us

Janis: When kids these days just aren’t impressed by the B-rate sports car you pay a grand a month for 💔

Janis: Dunno why he bothers, ask next lesson

Jimmy: *anyone

Jimmy: 🎻🎻

Jimmy: could be his missus used to crack on how his fucked exhaust does 🤞 he answers that bit of the q&a

Janis: 😂

Janis: It’s that or subject himself to more alone detention time and we all remember how hard he was protesting

Janis: Bill’s well suspect

Jimmy: and a fuming 👻 ain’t nowt to 😂 about

Jimmy: he’s already pushing it with how he interprets Bill’s work

Jimmy: can’t wait for when 💀👑 tries to give her lad credit as the dickhead who held the dagger

Janis: 🙄 he threw the first brick pass it on

Janis: reckon the class is gonna be expecting a full 🥀🌞🌝☠️🔪 reenactment from us as is

Jimmy: pass the 🧱 more like

Jimmy: the tights an’ all, duh, born ready for my close up, me 🎭🏆

Janis: I know

Janis: gutted I ain’t got any on me

Janis: @Asia?

Jimmy: Lucas won’t be, made it piss easy for his under the desk 📷 to get a decent 🩲🦵 close up, you

Janis: Oh tah, just what I wanted to be 💭 about

Jimmy: 😘 no need to thank me, Jules

Jimmy: gotta get you in the mood for our scene in a bit somehow, all in a day’s work

Janis: Not complaining

Janis: If Asia weren’t in there we could not but she’s deffo 🐀 #1

Jimmy: if there were a bloody nurse you’d have somewhere to send her for it, have to be Lucas’ boot 💔

Janis: Another day, another DNA sample

Janis: wouldn’t need no 🐕 to convince her to get in either

Jimmy: it’ll be the dental records ⏲🚨 on this one, hun, every dickhead’d know them 🦷🦷 from anywhere

Janis: 🦷🦷🏆?

Jimmy: necklace were a good shout 🎁 before

Jimmy: long as you promise you ain’t getting bored

Janis: [selfie like 🤞]

Jimmy: 👍😁👍

Jimmy: thought I were gonna open that up to be a 🤏

Janis: I save that response for dick pics exclusively

Jimmy: I’m gonna have to save that til I fake need a piss there’s 🚫📷 but miss’d still 👀🍿 if I had a go here

Janis: Dunno if it counts as a compliment to say I don’t think she’d be the only one, like

Jimmy: Tammy’d have it on tiktok and she don’t have a neck to stretch

Janis: can’t be giving her all those views for free, babe

Jimmy: onlyfans or nowt ✔️

Janis: 💰 beats 👏

Jimmy: Bill’s the only dickhead who’d disagree

Janis: 👻 don’t pay bills, or need to eat

Janis: #checkyourprivilege

Jimmy: only keep him about to run up Ian’s electric with all the pissing about he does with the lights 🎬

Janis: I’ll be finding you 💀 before final curtain at this rate

Janis: you know how sensitive he is

Jimmy: 🤞

Janis: Bit rude

Jimmy: *easy

Jimmy: he don’t even need no 🍆📷

Janis: We’ve all heard the rumours

Jimmy: 💔 I’ll have to 💭 of owt else to spread to get the gals to 🤐❌

Janis: That is what we’re best at, though

Jimmy: 💪🏆🥇

Janis: Something like that

Jimmy: So go on

Jimmy: what’s your 💡?

Janis: Your confidence in me is inspiring

Janis: either that, or you’ve got ❌💡 of your own

Janis: Really though, it’s never been hard to get them to talk about what we want instead

Jimmy: you could give Lucas a smack while you’re holding your keys, that’d be a piss easy one up, say you’re defending my honour an’ all

Janis: Be a bit weird when I’m the one getting upskirted

Janis: Guess I could fight Miss instead though

Janis: 👀🍿 redirect

Jimmy: nowt #goals about lasses kicking off and pulling each others hair and that, Jasmine

Janis: If she was younger and less frumpy, there would be

Janis: ask any #lad

Jimmy: you can crack on when they’re in your DMs, meant to be the opposite of what you’re after but

Janis: Probably less annoying than the group chat at this point

Jimmy: Dunno how you can say that when Asia can’t keep the #goss straight or reply in the proper 🗨️

Janis: [purposely mislead her some more in said chat like whoops]

Jimmy: there you go 😁😁😁 now you’re living, laughing and loving life, babes

Janis: ✌️😘

Jimmy: [join in cos why not]

Janis: [love hiding behind the fake]

Jimmy: [tbf how stupid Asia is would be fun]

Janis: [bless her heart]

Jimmy: [send her a selfie like ✌️😘 when you’re done messing with Asia because she sent you the fingers crossed one earlier and why not again, it’s not like we’re in class or anything]

Janis: [honestly, the levels there’s no point y’all turning up rn lmao, like to think there’s someone caught off guard in the background like huh ‘cos same]

Janis: [name] looking fit af

Jimmy: IKR!!?? 😍😍🤤

Janis: SO lucky today, you

Jimmy: *every day with you, girl

Janis: Pssst, Group chat’s the other window

Jimmy: fuck’s sake!

Jimmy: tah for that

Jimmy: [does post something in there obvs because fuck Mia having all the attention ever and especially for this]

Janis: [just making it clear we don’t believe you hen without incriminating ourselves here]

Jimmy: 🗨️ SUCH bollocks today, her

Janis: When is she not

Janis: idk how anyone that ain’t Asia ever believes her

Jimmy: when she’s necking a latte or a soul, either/or

Janis: devouring virgins/cheating on the boyf who clearly loves her SO much

Jimmy: might be a good time for all that evidence to get leaked, lad’s gonna be fuming she’s setting him up for detention with sir who loves his motor SO much

Janis: You agree then?

Janis: give a shit what happens to him but she shouldn’t get exactly what she wants, ever

Jimmy: she should get dumped if he’s a real #lad

Janis: and found out as the snitch and 🐍 she is

Jimmy: When do you wanna do it?

Janis: 🤔

Janis: I think we need to do it so when she 👀 him at lunch today he’s found out

Janis: we can stick about to 👀 her reaction too

Jimmy: 👍

Jimmy: I'll take that fake piss a bit before

Janis: make use of an English lesson for a change

Jimmy: @Bill and sir for the poll on who’s more 💔🎻😭

Janis: What they’re missing in attention is made up for in #drama so they’ll both be living 👻👻

Jimmy: lunch room’s lighting is LITERALLY 🔥🔥🔥

Janis: If you’re copping to a bit of light arson rn

Janis: pretty offended you didn’t invite me

Jimmy: you would do if I’d joined Liz and Bev and not sent you nowt of me wearing a tabard

Jimmy: can’t take no credit for them smoke rings

Janis: 💔🎻😭 would be TOO real

Janis: no dodgy dinner is healing that heartbreak

Janis: 😎 before you, don’t you know

Jimmy: *🚬 before it were 😎 you mean

Janis: You mean you don’t think being 😎 is ONLY about the 🚬?

Janis: Interesting

Jimmy: never said that, just they’ve got ages on my 45 year habit

Janis: Liz is 38, she’ll have you know

Janis: absolutely not and a bold lie to go with but she’s not knocked off three decades so you have her beat there

Jimmy: trying to have herself in the running for my next new mum, I get it

Janis: 🍳 & 🧼 literally her 9-5

Janis: couldn’t be more his type

Jimmy: 🤞 won’t bother her to lie about her name an’ all

Janis: ?

Jimmy: Lizzie or Lizzy at least, gotta be if she’s after the 🏆 off Ian

Janis: Gotcha

Janis: I’ll let her know

Jimmy: @38isthenew21

Janis: ‘course you know 😏

Janis: just need to update mummy of # in the bio, easy

Jimmy: had to take 🚬 breaks with someone before you

Jimmy: ‘course I’m chuffed to stop using that newboyproblems # though

Janis: be a total awh moment if I didn’t know you loved it

Jimmy: love the 🎻🎻🎻 an’ all, no need to do a poll there

Janis: soz to rob you of the 🎼

Jimmy: I’ll live, miss’ll sort a tune for us before the lesson’s done, can’t help herself, her

Janis: 😬🔫

Jimmy: be on Tammy’s tiktok in a bit if you’re that gutted to be missing out

Janis: ole reliable

Jimmy: keep a bullet with her name on

Janis: #schoolshootervibesonly

Janis: be afraid to DM you fuck all then

Jimmy: if only Ian were decent enough at his job to get one with the yanks 🥔💥🔫 ain’t 💀💀💀 nobody

Jimmy: and it’ll be a right ball ache to stop her eating all the ammo any road

Janis: Sacrilege

Janis: don’t @ my nan

Jimmy: don’t reckon it’d come up if I did do but alright

Janis: He is always risen, dickhead 🙌

Jimmy: 😏

Jimmy: sounds like something you’d find on a 🚽 wall

Jimmy: you the next Banksy or what?

Janis: you gonna let me borrow your pen?

Jimmy: what’s mine is yours, babe

Jimmy: crack on with your ✒️🙏🍆 old school style thirst tweets

Janis: [obvs do that on your desk like there we go]

Jimmy: [do the pisstakey Mr Lucas @ on yours like there you go if you need a REAL man]

Janis: Not long now, babe

Janis: hold on, like

Jimmy: 🚢🌊🥶 vibes only

Janis: You wish

Janis: good news is the poor little rich girls here are half her size so you could squeeze on 👍

Jimmy: Better news is I ain’t gonna leave you pissing about til you’re 👵 before you get to 💀💀💀 an’ all

Janis: Be shut in with the rest of the third class to drown whilst you and Mia are pissing about making it all about yous ✨

Jimmy: if I had to draw her naked it’d be the end of me

Janis: put me off my lunch, why don’t you 🤢🤢

Jimmy: you started it, dickhead

Janis: you wanna be someone’s bit of rough with floppy hair

Jimmy: I don’t wanna be nowt to any lass round here

Janis: yeah, obviously

Janis: not forgotten what we’re doing here, don’t worry

Jimmy: What then? You fancy me getting hair extensions?

Janis: Wrong sister

Janis: she’s probably got 90s Leo in her collection though so hit up the group chat

Jimmy: [obvs does like fancy a movie night soon gals? LOL]

Janis: [oh god imagine lmao, at least you can bring up/swoon over his actual movie double even though I know like none of y’all are gonna know who that is lol]

Jimmy: [might be fun to do a JJ/flatwhite sleepover vibe soon because it’ll be hilarious for them if Mia’s just been dumped and she suspects it’s y’all with the cheating reveal but can’t prove it, but yeah for now I can only imagine the hilariously stupid stuff Asia is saying because she’s got it so wrong]

Janis: [not so casually taunting her, we know you would and we love to see it and why not, poor Asia, you little idiot]

Jimmy: [send her the link to this wiki of how he gets killed in his films like kill me please babe I can’t deal with how stupid Asia is, hopefully don’t send it to the groupchat because they’d be like wut]

Janis: Fair play, some 💡 I hadn’t considered

Janis: the first years are like creatures, I could set them on you

Jimmy: Bit rude to leave me with a rep like Lucas’

Janis: how do you wanna be remembered then

Janis: fussy

Jimmy: can’t live up to a legacy like that, the man’s prolific, I’d be a piss poor 👥

Janis: Legendary, some would say

Janis: well he’s been creeping people out since my mum was here anyway

Janis: don’t reckon your ✨ is that bright

Jimmy: 💔🎻😭

Jimmy: be a top intro to my obituary, that, tah

Janis: Not got time to draft that right now

Janis: 💀👑 won’t dump herself, boy

Jimmy: don’t need us both and I said I’d sort it

Janis: So, what

Janis: I’ve got to fake eulogize you and you get to actually do something about her

Jimmy: do what you want for your alibi, Janet

Janis: What’s she gonna say, no one cares who got the pictures of her, it’s still her being the cheat

Jimmy: nowt ‘cause she’ll be 👀🔪🔪 at you sat at your desk while it’s happening

Janis: I can handle her 👀🔪🔪

Jimmy: and I can handle pushing a button

Jimmy: why are you bothered which one of us it is?

Janis: I thought we’d go over it together

Janis: make sure it’s max devastation

Janis: but do it yourself then, doesn’t matter

Jimmy: I thought you’d want her to have fuck all that’d put you on her suspect list, but alright, we’ll do it together

Jimmy: don’t matter to me

Janis: I don’t give a shit about her or whatever trouble she reckons she could cause me

Jimmy: come with me then

Janis: Now?

Janis: and where

Jimmy: 🚬?

Janis: Yeah

Janis: need it a 🤏

Jimmy: you gotta get better at signing before I can offer to deafen you, soz

Jimmy: have to stick with muting 💀👑 for a bit

Janis: the new 🧛‍♀️?

Janis: the only one begging to be turned ‘round here is #2 to stop the 💔

Jimmy: only time she’s ever been 🤏 #relatable

Jimmy: drain me to stop miss’ 🎼 getting in my head

Janis: her talent 🤯

Janis: 🤝 if you 💀 me too

Jimmy: 🤝

Jimmy: let’s go

Janis: [get out of whatever nonsense lesson you’re in with the vaguest of excuses ‘cos we clearly don’t care rn and show up at the smoking spot]

Jimmy: [likewise, I like to imagine him interrupting this teacher mid cringe song like excuse me haha, so obvs gonna play her the song which we’ve obvs recorded and sing along when we show up, after he’s done the usual thing of lighting them both up]

Janis: [thank goodness for your cringe madam because it will make us lol and not have to deal with the awks here]

Jimmy: [and you’ll always have smoking in silence, because you’ve done it loads of time when it’s not awkward so we can pretend it’s not this time but doing a feelsy lean rn too because we can only imagine what being in a lesson with Mia has been like]

Janis: [nothing compared to how the fam is over the shit nan fiasco still at this point, ‘cos you know she’s not stopped just ‘cos you pushed her lmao, just shaking our head like I don’t need it ‘cos you don’t think you deserve that yet really]

Jimmy: [what a shitshow you don’t even know is happening, but give her your pen so she can vent her feelings with some shady graffiti somewhere in this smoking spot, because we know damn well he’s always got a sharpie and it’s a throwback to when she asked for it earlier and you said you would so]

Janis: [we’re definitely going for that heartily because we know it will cheer you, do some that’s definitely matching whatever you’re going to put on the site with those pictures about Mia and do an unflattering doodle of her ripping some lad’s head off before offering the pen back like, and you?]

Jimmy: [gotta match the energy always with whatever we are saying and add to her doodle with a shitload of other victims cos gotta make it clear she's a massive slag]

Janis: [adding the names, whether you’ve heard she has or you’re just making it up]

Jimmy: [bit of both I'm sure and he's doing the same with their @s]

Janis: [trying not to get carried away with the pisstake ones but its funnier so we do, even if it makes it look less legit, we know it’ll be irrefutable anyway, soz babe]

Jimmy: [adding a very unflattering and heartbroken Ella not soz cos fuck you too gal you're a bitch always]

Janis: [idk what your actual damage is because surely you don’t love Mia but who knows, go off on a tangent and do the dinner ladies with their hair nets and fags just looking like 👀]

Jimmy: [make it so another dinner lady is going to get one of Mia's victims to put in the food and talking about budget cuts or something lol]

Janis: [🙄😏 at him ‘cos it’s funny but you’ve gotta call him a nerd without saying it, obviously add Lucas calling Mia a slag in a him way like #notpure]

Jimmy: [add the headteacher and school therapist watching on doing absolutely fuck all about any of this but standing really far away from the dinner ladies cos they think they’re better]

Janis: [teacher we said has a drink problem just with her bottle doing her thang]

Jimmy: [not saying add every teacher in the school but if there’s any others you especially don’t stan or who would be especially #disappointed in Mia’s behaviour, because would love to add her dad but that’d give us away haha]

Janis: [can’t give it away that easy lads, not that you care but still just not clever to put your drama on the wall like that lmao, stub out your 🚬 on Mia’s face dramatically like there]

Jimmy: [do a x through Mr Lucas’ head with your keys because simply must]

Janis: [blatant feelsy lean like good callback babe]

Jimmy: [offering her another 🚬 like you’ve got all the time in the world and haven’t just walked out of class]

Janis: [‘how much do you smoke a day?’ yes we is calling you out lowkey]

Jimmy: [a shrug that could either have the energy of idk idc or what do you care/mind your business or both because I don’t have an answer to that and he doesn’t answer qs basically ever]

Janis: [just a dramatic sigh as we sit down like cool, good chat but we aren’t done enough we’re going back to a boring lesson]

Jimmy: [sit down next to her not so close we’re saying something but not really far away because that’d be a fuck you and we’re not saying that either]

Janis: [kick a stone his way not in a violent way a #sporty way because we don’t know what else to do]

Jimmy: [nudge her like excuse you even though we know it’s not in a violent way]

Janis: [‘too cool for football?’ more of an assertion than an actual question there]

Jimmy: [‘smoke too much for it, duh’ because we see you calling us out gal and doing a dramatic fake cough like see]

Janis: [just a look that’s like yeah I see no lie but trying to be #bants not rude as hell]

Jimmy: [pull something up on your phone like you’re doing one of those eye tests because I’m sure that’s something that exists and shove the phone at her in an equally #bants way]

Janis: [bat that away like ha ha nerd ‘it’s your insides that are fucked, Marlon’ and poke him like we know you’ve got a pretty exterior]

Jimmy: [uncap the sharpie and act like we are gonna draw glasses on her face because a play fight is never far away but obviously only mime it]

Janis: [imagine lmao, can’t show up to class like that, but enjoy because it always ends with a LOOK ‘cos how could it not, accidentally make the tension worse as per]

Jimmy: [can't ever not return a LOOK however dangerous, we might have to get some busybody teacher to come by and throw you out of here lol]

Janis: [if your smoking spot is anything like my high schools the teachers know about it and would check it periodically lol, also it’s lesson time so get away bitches, like to think as you’re walking to whatever lesson you were in, the bell goes so you have to turn around and go to English anyways]

Jimmy: [love that, I'm trying to think of something wanky he could be making you do cos it's transition year, I'm like do we go in and do a lamer version of a school play like in class only vibes? Or do we think of something else?]

Janis: [we always had to do shit like that so I vibe it, I think but I might be wrong that we said you was literally doing Romeo & Juliet in socials so if you had to be either of those roles with a random, so rude Mr Lucas lmao]

Jimmy: [10000% making y'all do a cringe modern rewrite or something like okay hun so original and Lucas totally would cast her as Juliet because he fancies her/acts like he just wants her to engage with school/he cares etc and all that bullshit, we see you sir]

Jimmy: [I think we should say Grace is the Juliet in her group too because he's a twat and he would, but that Jimothy isn't Romeo in his whoever he's with cos I'm thinking he could use the excuse of him being new/starting late if this has been a thing that's been happening all year to give him a shitter role like a petty bitch]

Janis: [probably Benvolio who was just like Romeo’s puppy, from what I recall lol, but yes, to all of that, like really sir, really]

Janis: Told you he LOVES the drama

Jimmy: He's cast 💀👑 dead right, he can have that 🏆 off us

Janis: Wish fat slag was in the script

Janis: might go off, extra points with Sir

Jimmy: he'd be chuffed to bits if you got into improv, not allowed to say no I've heard

Janis: 😰

Janis: yes and’d myself right into that

Jimmy: SO awks when you shoot yourself in the foot instead of the face 😳🙈

Janis: no mistaking if I’m alive or dead with no face

Janis: even though Robbie is thick as shit

Jimmy: probably wanna rewrite the ending of yours any road so you ain’t passed out in front of sir

Janis: Mia’d be buzzing to take away as many lines from me as she can

Janis: small victories before we publish?

Jimmy: you live long enough to start an MLM and she’s massively underneath you, pissing about on facebook live?

Janis: Mouldy leggings giving you thrush or your ex giving you an STI, what’s worse 🤔

Jimmy: gotta give a shoutout to Bill’s OG wardrobe choices or he’ll never be over it

Janis: [putting your hand up to ask if he’s got codpieces or nah even though you’re clearly meant to be doing quiet work rn]

Jimmy: [obviously fashion something out of balled up paper and throw it across the classroom at her because always gotta cause trouble haha and I like to imagine it hits Mia]

Janis: [she will be fuming, the lil snitch, hope you didn’t see who it was]

Janis: should’ve saved that to shove down your tights, mate

Jimmy: if I were bothered about an A off sir, I would do

Janis: Benvolio was a 👊 in the face

Jimmy: can’t handle my ✨ nowt we didn’t already know

Janis: Who’s shading me then, you or him

Janis: why’s he reckon he can handle mine

Jimmy: GHB

Janis: excuse me

Jimmy: for your ☠️ scene

Janis: Who the fuck in this group is gonna protect me?

Jimmy: I’ve got fuck all else to do, might as well break character

Janis: You’ll remember which one I am, yeah? #twinroles

Jimmy: your hair falls off when I pick you up, I’ll have another go

Janis: [just do a lol IRL]

Jimmy: [IRL 😏 in her direction]

Janis: [Poor Grace, I bet you are so embarrassed rn too, what a mess, how can we do to cause trouble rn hmm]

Jimmy: [honestly, she’d be hating this so much regardless of who her Romeo is, it’s really rude, we know you’ve got a thing about this fam because of Ali and Carly but let it go sir, as for causing trouble, let me ponder]

Janis: [even if you fancied him, it’s so embarrassing to have to be 😍 in front of the whole class, unless you’re these two and Lucas be cockblocking that fantasy]

Jimmy: [obviously you can keep finding flimsy reasons to go over to her because that’ll annoy the teacher and Mia and lbr probably whoever you’re working with even though you don’t have fuck all to do]

Janis: [just not contributing ‘cos we’re clearly at the boring stage rn of getting to know the characters, maybe scripting or something, loudly making ridiculous suggestions at best so the bae can know we’re hilarious]

Jimmy: [totally should pass OTT love notes and doodles to her when he’s not over there too that are blatantly for the benefit of everyone reading, starting with the lie like soz babe my phone is dead so we have the excuse to do that and also ask the bae for a charger we don’t really need]

Janis: [just like um soz he’s trying to help me prepare for my role everyone, get off our backs, Robbie isn’t bringing it, soz boy]

Jimmy: [can’t even be jealous rn though it’ll probably be a different story if we have to watch y’all smooch during this performance]

Janis: [ick, you will be getting fake kissed unless it falls when he’s done the let’s date other people bit]

Jimmy: [trying to go REALLY hard with the rewrite like let’s not be in love actually, hilariously I think a good plot would actually be if Romeo and Juliet fake dated to make their families realise they are being twats but we know y’all aren’t fighting for that]

Janis: [outs selves as #fakedaters by mistake, oh, I was gonna say there’s been versions where Benvolio and Mercutio are #gayvibes or a version where Benvolio likes Rosaline because his whole thing is cheering Romeo up and getting his mind off her, like, okay want her for yourself much lol]

Jimmy: [we should totally do that so he gets a love interest too]

Janis: [was my thought, like you don’t have to suggest it boy but maybe the lass who is Rosaline if you’ve got one, ‘cos realistically the groups aren’t going to be big enough for every character so you’ll be given scenes/concepts by Lucas with x amount of]

Jimmy: [that gal’s thirst is showing how legit]

Janis: [and you can both be 😒 about it]

Jimmy: [so gross that this teacher is encouraging y’all to kiss each other]

Janis: [with your rep? Dangerous game babe]

Jimmy: [defs gotta have these smooches in the dating other peeps hot sec for max cliche jealous vibes]

Janis: [I vibe it]

Janis: Why’s he given your group a Rosaline, she literally ain’t in the play

Jimmy: In ours she’s the 💀👑 to my #2

Jimmy: I’ve gotta be 🥺🥺🥺😍😍 and wear her down in the end

Janis: Won’t be rude and say you’ve been well cast then

Jimmy: piss off

Jimmy: weren’t pussy enough for sir to be chuffed with the casting how Bill wrote it

Janis: Wanted to cast you as a #niceguy in the 🙏 you’re being friendzoned

Jimmy: only spared your Romeo that ‘cause he’s gonna step in last minute when the lad mysteriously disappears

Janis: Gonna poison my lips forreal now

Jimmy: 🤞 for a 🥜 allergy or some other bollocks on file

Janis: So I don’t 💀 too?

Janis: you can pick a poison, don’t worry

Jimmy: amount you bite your lip I’d be out of job before there was owt I could do to stop you

Janis: I don’t bite my lip

Jimmy: bollocks do you not

Janis: What you talking about, I don’t

Janis: no more than anyone else

Jimmy: 👌

Jimmy: he still ain’t doing me out of a job, tah

Janis: Don’t fancy it myself either

Jimmy: it’s like he’s not heard they’ve got a ☕️ kink an’ all

Janis: Using Asia as a willing shield now

Janis: Holly’d be bigger but less of a hoe

Jimmy: don’t reckon he fancies willing, soz Tam

Jimmy: living proof over here with my bollocks part, me

Janis: can’t make a hoe a housewife 💔

Janis: him and Ian are on the same 📖 with that one

Jimmy: #bffgoals

Janis: dunno why either of them would reckon I can iron their 👔s or yours

Jimmy: fun’s in the first time you get it right after fucking it up for ages 😩🍆💦

Jimmy: you train 🐕 you get it

Janis: Doing it wrong, obvs

Janis: NEVER been that excited on a dog walk

Jimmy: 💔 for you, my dear

Janis: Might work on your customers, think I’d get on a register

Jimmy: 🤐🔒

Janis: Enabler 😏

Jimmy: more fucked the secret, the more chuffed I am to keep it for you, DUH

Janis: then you’re gonna be 😁😁😁

Janis: 💰mine

Jimmy: [IRL 😁 at you gal]

Janis: [IRL 😘]

Jimmy: [exaggerated catch because this isn’t for you sir]

Janis: [mime shooting self in head also because we don’t care if people know we’re sick of this, it’ll just look like you’re devvo to not be paired]

Jimmy: [do it too because you gotta die if she does and coupley bonus for the same way]

Janis: [points it at this boy like hmm but shakes head like nah,‘scuse me hun]

Jimmy: [can’t help but be buzzing about that, but that’s fine nbd]

Janis: [so casual guys]

Janis: [sneaky shoot this gal but under your desk don’t need the whole class and world knowing lol]

Jimmy: [can he see from where he’s sitting or nah?]

Janis: [I’ll leave it up to you ‘cos we know you pay that close attention but lowkey we were doing that for ourselves shamelessly ‘cos jealousy]

Jimmy: [I’ll let you have it gal because you’re going through it with all the shit nan stuff and not knowing if the bae is ever gonna forgive you for leaving so]

Janis: [save that embarrassment at least; we’re defs starting shit with Mia being like are you SURE you can do this role, like, you’ve got no sense of humour babe, so she’ll be raging]

Jimmy: [meanwhile Jimothy is like make it gay you cowards, full offense to this girl how obvs we are being that we don’t wanna kiss you]

Janis: when the rest of your group are absolute #LADS 😫

Jimmy: #whenyou’reshittingyourselfyoumightfeelsomething

Jimmy: 💘🔓

Janis: 💭🧷 with their toxic masculinity, soz babe

Jimmy: Might get Mia to swap if you keep on, she’ll be off scale in a bit

Janis: willing to sacrifice the kid to her

Jimmy: crack on and we can add him to the list

Janis: gonna need more bricks

Jimmy: be alright if sir would up his prop game

Janis: [asking if they’re gonna have real swords and what not to piss him off some more ‘cos never enough]

Jimmy: [obvs joining in cos would love to be sent out rn tbh]

Janis: [we all know y’all are gonna have to use your ImAAAGInaTion and Lucas is salty about the lack of budget so keep poking lads]

Jimmy: [bonus points for every time you manage to mention what happened to his car because we know you will]

Janis: [we definitely need to get fed up of this all about mid lesson and]

Janis: publish time?

Jimmy: Thought you’d never ask

Janis: you do the honours

Jimmy: what happened to together?

Janis: [come over like okay let’s literally hit send together then]

Jimmy: [do it cute nerds]

Janis: [anon that to Pablo and wait for the drama to unfurl mwahaha]

Janis: 😈

Jimmy: 👀🍿

Jimmy: [cos he is looking at Mia waiting to see if she gets a message or if he’s gonna wait to kick off in person]

Janis: [I feel like he’ll message ‘cos lbr he doesn’t actually care that much but you have mugged him right off, though if you try to come for him at lunch we can see that drama, or you’re crying and making a scene]

Jimmy: [she should totally ask if she can go to the bathroom rn for privacy cos she’s that bitch and sir is like no because how legit and how amusing]

Janis: [actively trying not to be 😏 rn, imagine her furiously messaging the gals so they’re all on their phones and about to get told off]

Janis: I see no 🥺😢😭 only 😤😠😡🤬🤯

Janis: don’t bode well for her acting ability

Jimmy: toxic behaviour from sir for not letting her go find and drown the lad before everyone finds out, could've had fake 😭 from the tap or the 💪 it'd take

Janis: Does not wanna see a girl boss win, that one

Janis: [also think he’d make some social media post shading Mia ‘cos he’s a dickhead so send Jimothy that]

Jimmy: only into YOUR improv, we all get it

Jimmy: and why that lad was SUCH a keeper, OBVS

Janis: Her pretending she didn’t spend all morning saying how much he loved her 😶

Jimmy: good time for me to offer to teach her how to sign an’ all so she can pretend she’s a deaf mute at lunch in a bit?

Janis: If you charge her

Jimmy: [sign something pisstakey at her obviously cos we know the kind of bollocks you’re gonna try and say Mia]

Jimmy: can have that for free but

Jimmy: 💰 by the finger after

Janis: Filth

Janis: [‘cos we both nearly lol’d]

Jimmy: have a word about the 🚫🚽 and I’ll 🧼🖐

Janis: More consideration than he’s ever given her 💖

Janis: [be like Sir you should let Mia go to the bathroom some people have IBS ‘cos she’ll hate that]

Janis: Off you pop, Romeo

Jimmy: you coming or what?

Janis: To check you sing Happy Birthday twice?

Jimmy: to get the 🎻🎻 going for that bellend after he’s tried SO hard to keep us starcrossed all lesson

Janis: They are all on their phones now

Janis: 📸💣🤳💋

Jimmy: get a move on then, Juliet

Janis: Alright, we’ll still get the likes, boy

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: Are you telling me what bathroom you went to or am I meant to play hide and seek?

Jimmy: are you telling me you don’t 🧠📖?

Jimmy: [send her a 🤳 like hello can you guess where I am or nah]

Janis: are you telling me you want to keep your fans waiting?

Janis: [I like to think you can work that out though so go find him girl]

Jimmy: *our fans

Jimmy: [but take a pic of her as soon as she appears like excuse you I’m wasting no time and am a professional]

Janis: [walking into a photoshoot like the professional you’re destined to be lowkey]

Jimmy: [shamelessly stalling because we REALLY wanna kiss her but are also lowkey terrified to, nothing to see here]

Janis: [just posing forever like we don’t need this many pictures of just me, at least you can be like ‘what are the comments like?’ on the whole Pablo and Mia thing to break the tension for better or worse ‘gotta see what we’re up against’]

Jimmy: [come closer than you need to to show her these comments to prove to yourself that it’s FINE and no other reason obvs]

Janis: [as much as we wanted to fuck her over we are really pretending to care about their nonsense now like hmm yes]

Jimmy: [meanwhile he’s fully distracted by the fact he was just gonna casually move her hair slightly because it’s tickling him in this close proximity but we can’t ever be casual about it]

Janis: [so then you’re just looking at him like ? but that close so it’s like oh]

Jimmy: [go put your phone on the sink or however you’re positioning this boy idk I ain’t a photo hoe, so you can break the eye contact and take a breath without it being obvious that’s what you’re doing because this is such a different vibe to when you kissed in detention for Lucas to walk in on and that’s all you’ve done since she was back]

Janis: [oh you two, just pretending this is strictly business like that’ll put him at ease/you]

Jimmy: [likewise because I imagine him going straight in with a lovebite that we’re pretending is totally fake lol lol because it’s deliberately where everyone will see it unlike the one he gives her before China’s bday party which was real af and somewhere nobody would see it, because I love to hurt us with stuff like that]

Janis: [tbh the levels you’d actually have to go to detract attention from Mia being outed then Pablo tryna humiliate her right back would be hardcore and I think y’all know that, casual excuse dot com, hence we can hit you right back with some extraness]

Jimmy: [we know what you two are like with your flimsy reasons and it only ever takes a sec before you’re doing what you want anyways, would not be at all surprised or gutted if your phone gets knocked into the sink because you’re just making out with the bae hardcore on it like]

Janis: [mhmm, this mirror gonna have palm prints tbh, just showing you how much we missed you in all the ways because we aren’t allowed to say]

Jimmy: [thank god we can have some random person walk in at any given time before this gets any more extra than it already is because not letting y'all hook up here rn like this]

Janis: [people actually needing the toilet like ‘scuse me]

Jimmy: [and I'm sure whoever it is will be talking about it and making it sound like you were going for it even more than we know you were so that's a little bit of attention off Mia]

Janis: [even though we know you weren’t, they’ll obvs say you were hooking up so there you go, all your plans are working hens]

Jimmy: [soz at how fuming you'd be to get interrupted but not soz]

Janis: [at least you can storm out and back to this lesson and that means you still don’t have to deal with this lmao, fun]

Jimmy: [just focusing on his phone blowing up as if we care about all this goss so much lol]

Janis: how long before she asks them to all get dumped in solidarity

Jimmy: 💰 on that 🗨️ getting sent soon as he'd done his 🖕 piss off slag post, she don't hang about

Janis: step one- convince👏 a 👏 lad 👏 to 👏 pity 👏 fuck 👏 you

Janis: step two- pretend 👏 it’s 👏 deeper 👏 than 👏 it 👏 is

Janis: step three- let 👏 him 👏 ghost 👏 you 👏 but 👏 act 👏 really 👏 sad

Janis: 💰 to put that in the group 🗨️ ?

Jimmy: price of their order at the CG? no tips though, obvs

Janis: Have you ever really 😁 wide enough though

Janis: ask yourself that, hun

Jimmy: [a list of stupid shit Asia has done and where you were on a scale from 😁 being the fakest and 😏 or 😂 being sincere]

Janis: times like this I think taking the piss out of her might be a hate crime

Janis: you on the otherhand, clearly stalking her

Jimmy: Everyone thinks our kid is on her level, means I’m allowed if it were, ask Ian about that black bloke next desk over, top mates, them

Jimmy: just from the other day, 1-6, rest are the shift before, nowt for her to flatter herself over

Janis: Thank fuck, I’ll cash my free pass in to point out she’s got the families the wrong way round and it’s really fucking her up rn

Janis: Mhmm, just what a stalker would say

Janis: 😍 blatant

Jimmy: be the plague on both our houses that’s done it, so bonded by the adversity me and her, soz you and your fake tan know fuck all about our #struggles babe but

Jimmy: got your own if you can’t work out what 😍 are

Janis: quit trying to put me on the struggle bus

Janis: not blind 😎 your look not mine

Jimmy: *not registered blind

Jimmy: get yourself down Specsavers it’ll be a different story but 🤓 suits you, be alright

Janis: More dependent on you suits your fetish, Kathy

Jimmy: can’t tell me sir ain’t watched none of them porno links where the lasses struggle, you’d be doing him a massive favour an’ all

Janis: That’s my ultimate goal, obvs

Janis: deffo a masochist if me saying I can’t 👀 it does it for him though

Jimmy: his missus castrated him and took it with her in the divorce, is what I heard

Jimmy: if I were gonna stalk anyone, it’d be her windows I’d be 👀 through

Janis: I’m not even sure she ever existed so 💔 for you and more 😁 for Asia

Jimmy: hang on, I’ll do a poll

Jimmy: [and we obvs are like does she exist or nah]

Janis: If I vote no will you reckon I’m just jealous or what

Jimmy: jealous of her for not existing or what?

Janis: that’s one way to look at it, emo

Janis: more like jealous he’s loved before, is what I was 💭

Jimmy: I get it, you said he’d been about since your mum were here, I’m gonna be proper emo when you and Ian crack on

Janis: he DOES have that black mate so

Jimmy: no need to do a poll to work out if he’s real

Janis: he’s real but don’t wanna make waves by telling HR Ian’s a dickhead

Jimmy: queue’s massive and it’s lasses first

Janis: #equalopportunitiesoffender

Janis: for his bio

Jimmy: @ him

Janis: and blow your cover?

Janis: never

Jimmy: 💕

Janis: 👮‍♂️ cooperation

Jimmy: 🏆✔️

Janis: long as my fam never find out, like

Jimmy: pocket sized 🏆 then, alright

Jimmy: [ask sir for craft supplies you know he won’t have like glitter and shit]

Janis: just pleased to see you, obvs

Janis: [just like HOW are we meant to get in character with no costumes SIR]

Jimmy: [loudly suggesting ridiculous funny and/or shady costumes for everyone for that party scene because we can’t address what the bae said when we were clearly so pleased to see her in that bathroom not long ago]

Janis: [accidentally sound like you’re really taking the piss when you’re simply not]

Janis: no budget for ⛓mail

Jimmy: THANK GOD you’ve still got your 😇 wings

Janis: Surprising as it was they didn’t get totally destroyed

Janis: yeah

Jimmy: nobody’ll give a shit about the state of your feathers when Lucas sticks on a pair of devil horns and nowt else for his Romeo bit

Janis: so rude

Jimmy: [send her a hilarious doodle of said scenario but we’ve put a ? over his 🍆 because tbd if his wife exists and the castration rumour is real obvs]

Janis: [do a proper lol so Lucas can be like SHARE WHAT’S SO FUNNY like babe you don’t want that shh]

Jimmy: [just doing a wink at sir like please send me out tbh babe]

Janis: I get it, you want your rep to 🥇 his

Jimmy: busted!

Janis: sharing a cell with the other nonces 🥰

Jimmy: you gonna stand by me or what?

Janis: agreed to 💀💀 not sharing a life sentence

Jimmy: at least destroy my hard drive so I know it’s real

Janis: 💣

Jimmy: tah, sweetheart

Janis: [ask Lucas if he’s on his phone rn ‘cos excuse me]

Jimmy: [ask him what phone he’s got and if he’s got any games like those annoying kids]

Janis: channeling 👶💕

Jimmy: just wanna join his nonce ring SO bad, can be as a victim if nowt else

Janis: dream big, baby

Janis: [we should probably let you leave this lesson now though for real]

Jimmy: [run to lunch so you can watch more Mia x Pablo drama]

Janis: [when you never stay and I imagine the gals sit inside so this is so weird like hey, what do we even]

Jimmy: [most unintentionally awkward part of the day accidentally, you two just not knowing what to do with yourselves and where to go]

Janis: [lowkey just have to follow y’all without looking like we are, which probably means a level of couplyness]

Jimmy: [we love to see it even if you two are dying, knowing him probably just pretending he has some work he’s gotta do cos #newboyproblems like we gotta be inside rn here doing this together gals nothing to see]

Janis: [that’s a good cover, not that it’s any of your business where we eat lunch hens you’ve got bigger issues but that would actually look non-suspish, paired with the standard handholding and what not, you can be nosy]

Jimmy: [you get to fake help and also distract him that way gal, both of which can be #goals and if we wanna chat shit about these huns or anything that’s occurring we can also easily do a sign language lesson/practice without it seeming suss and keep things #goals]

Janis: [deffo, distracting just ‘cos we wanna tbh ‘cos fuck school is clearly the sentiment but shh, we obviously know how this goes the gals side of it, Mia will fake some emotion then Pablo and his friends will probably literally just walk through and she’ll get Asia probs to shout at him like he started it, but do we wanna vibe it out for JJ’s sake or]

Jimmy: [fuck school and also we know you feel all that tension and frustration from earlier lads, oh Asia you fool, I like to imagine Grace has thought up some bullshit excuse herself but in her case to not be here and have to witness this because you know her feelings about Pablo damn well Mia and she already feels like a tit for having to do the Juliet stuff on top of all this bts shit nan drama, but yes, I’m always down to see where it takes us from a jj pov]

Janis: [bonus of you getting slagged off for being a bad friend in her hour of need, noted, but yeah, y’all are still dying that has not changed remotely]

Jimmy: [I’d like it noted that Jimothy is paying no attention until the real fireworks start because listening to these gals slag each other off is literally his 9-5 and the bae is much more interesting rn]

Janis: [tbh yeah, this is part excuse to spend time with Jimothy and part distraction from your family drama, it’s only the usual amount of enjoyable to make Mia suffer, how fuming she is about the pics is better than the Pablo shit ‘cos we all know you don’t care you’re just shamed; the eye rolling we’re doing at her bullshit ‘she could never fake date properly’ like her relationships are all fake but we all see it, say that quietly obvs tah]

Jimmy: [soz Twix you aren’t getting let out for a piss like he’d normally be doing because he wants to be around the bae and this is the only way atm, which makes me lol cos the levels he’d have no food as we weren’t expecting to be here doing this ‘gutted for Els, who’s one late night scroll away from finding that film on netflix and suggesting it to her’ in her ear because always gotta whisper]

Janis: [I vibe she never brings food either but you can get a pizza slice or something each, that used to be a thing at my school, 😏 and doing an impression of Ella like ‘omg, no, I know, so cringe, it was Grace’s idea to watch it actually’ ‘cos that’s your energy]

Jimmy: [And you can share chips too cos coupley which was always a thing at my school because we were all poor and the food wasn’t good but was expensive nonetheless, I’m sure she’ll let you put gravy on them like my sister used to do so your northern heart isn’t broken, boy. When that’s a scarily accurate impression of Ella because we’ve said before she’s good at them so you can’t help but do a little lol]

Janis: [We are not opposed even though we’ll obviously take the piss, idk what Irish people get on their chips as a rule tbh but still stands, do a mini bow but stay sitting obvs no need to be extra even though we’re happy about it]

Jimmy: [sign a round of applause cos it’s less extra even though he’d love it if he actually clapped and Mia thought it was @ her misfortune]

Janis: [she do be that self-obsessed but still, covert lads, fix his hair needlessly to be cute and also look like y’all are having your own convo not about them but ‘do you reckon he’ll beat the kid up?’]

Jimmy: [fix her collar on her school shirt needlessly so you can accidentally touch the lovebites you gave her earlier because can’t help ourselves ever and then be thinking about it to the point you almost forget to answer the question entirely but then ‘do you reckon he’s that bothered about the lad?’ because tea, he’s clearly not, it’s purely about making Mia look a twat]

Janis: [now your attention has been brought back to them too so you’re 😳 also definitely still wearing the necklace despite the drama so we’re just playing with that absentmindedly like; shrug like probably but idk ‘it’s all about saving face and ego, right?’ ‘so I can see a case for either or’]

Jimmy: [shameless excuse to play with her hair as if it’s in any way tangled in the chain of this necklace rn that he’s taking, also undoing the clasp, doing a soft kiss of her neck and then re-doing it as that’s nbd #justcuteboyfriendthings, oh you two, then I like to imagine getting his phone with the intention of looking at the pics of that lad to see how identifiable he is like 🤔 but instead coming across all the bathroom pics that you didn’t end up having to post cos someone walked in so then it’s his turn to be 😳]

Janis: [The levels of shook and offended we’d be for the hottest of secs thinking he was taking that from us rn baha, imagine but don’t because so rude, likewise catching a glimpse of his phone like… gotta whisper ‘the fans don’t know what they were deprived of’]

Jimmy: [a LOOK like we’re gonna recreate everything that happened on that sink on this table because clearly wish we could honey, but then sending them to her like any time you wanna post them gal go off, but we know damn well you also just want her to have to look at them too when she has to open the messages and die how you’re dying rn]

Janis: [a noise I can only describe as Clove’s angry noise ‘cos both that LOOK and those pictures are so rude ‘play fair’ and hover like you’re gonna post the most scandalous one caught that you absolutely should not]

Jimmy: [‘or what?’ in the sauciest tone of all time ofc and pretending like we’re gonna use our finger to make hers post it, you know what I mean]

Janis: [‘or I won’t’ with that energy back and leaving it ‘til the last minute to move his hand away by pinning it on the table like nah]

Jimmy: [‘don’t then’ like a saucy challenge, as if we’re not literally in public and the awkwardness moment, because he can’t stop won’t stop]

Janis: [looking and LOOKing right now and starting to say ‘what do you-’ but of course not finishing our sentence, might even let Pablo come through like hey]

Jimmy: [Mid jimothy drawing a ? on her, there he is to ruin the mood and give y’all a much needed cockblock]

Janis: [at least everyone will be 👀 at this charade]

Jimmy: [take a sec to calm down and remember your abandonment and trust issues boy including how often your ex cheated on you just for a nice added extra, thanks, because we know you don’t care about this scene unfolding for any other reason]

Janis: [mhmm, at least seeing Mia finally get some come up will help you not just come out of this in an awful mood because the evidence don’t lie, gal, whenever they’ve stopped shouting the odds, nudging him like wanna go, ‘cos this doesn’t need to be your whole lunch]

Jimmy: [go and walk Twix tbh because you live really close to the school and also don’t care if you’re late back for whatever the next lesson is so, just lowkey rudely walking off in that direction without waiting to see if she’s coming or no cos such is the mood switch and just his general always demeanour lbr]

Janis: [obviously you can’t follow him now, like you could but you will not]

Janis: you were 100% everyone was still distracted then 👍

Jimmy: Ain’t me bordering on blind, Judy

Janis: don’t think half the canteen is either but whatever

Janis: you’re dead keen to get to next lesson

Jimmy: don’t 💭 any dickhead’s watching me go with all that kicking off

Janis: You wanna half-arse it, that’s your lookout

Jimmy: you wanna start telling me how to do this and there’ll be nowt to half arse

Janis: right, ‘cos it’s all about you and how it helps you out

Jimmy: you said it, I were sure they were distracted

Janis: then there’s no need to get a mood on about it

Janis: fucking hell

Jimmy: that were you, I didn’t accuse you of owt

Janis: I accused you of not bothering to say bye, which yeah, would look fucking weird

Janis: but as long as you’re fine, don’t worry

Jimmy: no weirder than you not coming with me, which you weren’t bothered about faking either

Janis: ‘cos you gave me a fucking chance

Jimmy: meant to be a 🥇🏆🏃 you

Jimmy: have a word if you can’t keep up

Janis: yeah, having a word being operative

Janis: I’m not just chasing after you

Jimmy: but I’m chasing after a 🐕 so just leave it out

Janis: and if you can’t be bothered to say that then you can take your own advice

Jimmy: if you can’t work out that’s where I’m going, it ain’t me who’s half arsing a job

Janis: I’m not a mindreader, not even a fake one

Jimmy: nah you’re a 🐕🏃 and you know ours is a real little twat

Janis: and I’m not asking you to come back

Jimmy: and I weren’t asking you to take it for a piss, but some dickhead’s got to, don’t take a mind reader, that

Janis: are you convincing yourself that it wasn’t weird?

Janis: if not, I’d stop trying

Jimmy: for who? if it weren’t the #fans, which I’ve said saw nowt off with us, dry your eyes, mate

Janis: Okay, literally just walk away like we weren’t sat together

Janis: I get it

Jimmy: you literally gave me the nudge

Janis: 👌

Jimmy: fuck’s sake, just come now, I’ll make it look like I were sorting a surprise or some bollocks

Janis: There’s no need now, we’ve both left

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: Yeah, bye then

Jimmy: I don’t wanna hear it

Janis: No, I said I get it

Janis: you aren’t gonna say it to me because I left, yeah?

Jimmy: you get it, perk of that is we don’t need to go on about it

Janis: Very mature of you

Jimmy: never said I were

Janis: yeah, you say fuck all, that’s you 👍

Jimmy: and what?

Jimmy: I’m pissing off nowhere, that were you

Janis: I know

Jimmy: so stop being a dickhead

Janis: why should I?

Jimmy: what kind of question is that?

Janis: A valid one if you’re gonna keep being one

Jimmy: how is it? I did nowt

Janis: Fuck that

Janis: I had to leave so you get to be a prick without question

Janis: If you can’t get over it enough to not, then don’t

Jimmy: it ain’t without question, I’ve got loads, but alright

Janis: then ask them

Jimmy: for what?

Janis: because you want to know, apparently

Janis: Jesus

Jimmy: it changes fuck all

Janis: not if you don’t ask, because you don’t get any answers

Jimmy: what I want, ‘cause it ain’t simple as that

Janis: please yourself then

Jimmy: 👌

Janis: [the levels I’m like don’t reply girl but]

Janis: Is this how it is now then?

Jimmy: meaning what?

Janis: you’re going to act like this

Jimmy: gonna be letting my dog out for a piss for ages, yeah, it ain’t old, can still 🤞 for 💀💀💀 but there’s no promising owt

Janis: avoid talking about anything, yeah, okay, that answers that

Jimmy: not talking about what’s not our business is nowt new, I dunno why you’re marding at me as if it is

Janis: You thinking you can treat me like a prick and I’m gonna lie down and take it is brand new

Janis: if you can’t be bothered to talk to me like a person then you can do one

Jimmy: would LOVE to say so’s you kicking off for sod all but can’t even fake that’s not bollocks

Janis: That’s rich

Jimmy: rich as you telling me to get over what you’re dragging up

Janis: You’re the one still in a fucking mood

Jimmy: you’re the one fuming I forgot to send you a brb, calm yourself down before having a go at me

Janis: Just fuck off now

Jimmy: you

Janis: no

Janis: you were the arsehole

Jimmy: if it makes you 😁 have that rewrite, sir’ll be dead proud of your imagination there

Janis: are you mad or not

Janis: just answer

Janis: because you can’t have it that I’m the one dragging it up then be like this

Jimmy: I can have it that you threw a right strop at us and then called me the dickhead for not wanting to chat to you

Janis: I didn’t throw a strop, you literally stormed off

Jimmy: how did I? you were giving me the signal to go so I went, I’ve not got a mard on at you for staying put

Janis: There’s no point talking about this

Janis: you blatantly walked off, if you don’t reckon you did then that’s that

Jimmy: can’t get my head round why you care if I did or didn’t, more like

Janis: it’s fucking rude

Janis: I’d do that to them, yeah

Janis: not anyone I didn’t have an issue of some kind with

Jimmy: alright

Janis: I didn’t think it was that hard

Jimmy: might not be for you

Janis: You think I’m loving this

Janis: any of it

Jimmy: do you think I’ve got owt to say to that or can do about it?

Janis: Probably not

Janis: tell me when you’ve worked it out

Jimmy: here’s a 💡 don’t put it on me to sort out

Janis: I can’t say sorry, that’s out of the question

Janis: what do you think I can do

Jimmy: you’ve heard me say leave it out, what’s not doable about that?

Janis: It’s doable

Janis: it’s also an answer

Jimmy: there you go then

Janis: [okay now not replying for real lol]

Jimmy: [question is do we make it easy for you and say you’ve got no more lessons together today and thus skip to the whole him getting asked out at work situ or do we make it hard for you and say you do?]

Janis: [Hmm, I feel like even if we did, you’d skip at this point or walk out really quickly so we can probably just say you don’t, because you don’t have a shit ton so it’s okay]

Jimmy: [I agree, lord knows how I’mma do this next bit though haha]

Janis: [I’m like do you just go all in and be like okay I’ve decided we should stop, or do you be like that was stupid let’s just be chill and then drop it]

Jimmy: [I’m torn because both are plausible]

Janis: [I mean either way works, I kinda think if you say you’ve decided, atm, she’d respect that more, even though we don’t want obvs at least it’s like that’s been sorted]

Jimmy: [that is true, can’t really just be casual about it after the finality of how they left things just now]

Janis: [we’d have to do some more chill days between this and doing it if so, like not besties but not this lol]

Jimmy: [yeah and we don’t really have time for that, plus I think it makes sense if it’s reactionary like he’s thinking she told him to sort how shit things are and that’s a solution]

Janis: [agreed, and you can come back from it, it’ll be fine so ahhh]

Jimmy: [okay so whatever time it is after he’s pulled a full after school shift, so probably closing time, coming at you]

Jimmy: Some lass asked me out in work, she’s not from round here, so I’m gonna go

Janis: Alright

Jimmy: 🤞

Janis: Glad you came to a decision

Jimmy: yeah

Janis: See you around, new boy

Jimmy: in a bit

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