#but if you can set the mood and treat yourself… mhmm

[zorosdimples]

a good orgasm can solve most of your problems. can’t sleep? orgasm. stressed? orgasm. anxious? orgasm. sad? orgasm. in pain? orgasm. angry? orgasm. need a treat? orgasm. wanna feel good? orgasm. got time to spare? orgasm.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

holding out for a hero

Summary: Shaun (Shang-Chi) offers you go out for drinks and who are you to refuse?

Warnings: Drinking. Talk of sex (none actually happens). No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings (but I do give away what his job is in the movie if you didn't know that pre-movie).

Pairings: Shang-Chi x reader

Word count: 2,492

A/N: I did make the female reader bisexual in this piece, but if that's not how you identify, it's only briefly mentioned in a sentence or two and you can just swap out the pronouns, or skip over it really quick, without affecting the plot :) Also, please do not think I'm using the name Shaun because I didn't want to use Shang-Chi or am being disrespectful to his true name. I'm basing this timeline wise, before he reveals his past to anyone close to him.

“Hey guys!” You waved to Shaun and Katy as you walked into the hotel to clock in. You were taking over Katy’s shift. She needed to go home early to go to the doctors, but Shaun was still there for another 3 hours with you. You were very willing to take over her shift when she asked. You loved working with both of them and any chance you got to, you gladly took it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid to hang out with your best friends?

“You’re welcome.” You heard Katy say to Shaun as she was walking inside to clock out, passing you by with a cheeky wink, as you took your spot next to him.

“Well, she’s in an awful good mood for having to go to the doctors. I thought she had a fear of the doctors.” You gasped, “Is she drunk?”

He chuckled, “No. She’s not actually going to the doctors. She just wanted an excuse to leave work early to go to some concert in LA.”

“Oh, that wench! I gave up going on a date to come in for her. I thought she was dying or something.” You pouted, not actually mad at her, but you were still sad you told your date no.

“You had a date? Who’s the lucky one.” Shaun asked.

“Well, she is a lucky gal who I paid to go to dinner without me.” You huffed.

“You paid her to go out to dinner? By herself?”

“Well, we already had reservations, but I told her something came up with work and I had to go in. But she could take the reservation if she wanted, my treat. I’m sure she probably took someone else since it was a reservation for two.”

“So let me get this straight.” Shaun started to laugh, “You paid some random girl to go on your date with someone else?” He was doubled over in laughter by the end of his sentence.

You kicked his shin, “Hey, I was trying to do something nice for someone I stood up… but yeah it does seem like I probably just sent her on a date with someone else.” You started to laugh with him.

“You’re too nice for your own good sometimes.” He patted you on the shoulder. “How about this, after our shift, I’ll take you out for drinks and karaoke, my treat.”

“Well, that would make me feel better.” You grinned at him, leaving his side to help the new guest pulling up.

After the shift, the two of you took a bus to his apartment so he could change out of his uniform. You were going to stop at your house, which was between his apartment and the bar but when you got into his room, a deep blue sweater hanging in his closet pulled your attention to it. You walked into his closet and shut the mirror door over it. Pulling the sweater off the hanger, it was softer than you could ever imagine. You stripped of your uniform top and threw on the sweater. It was so comfortable and after a deep inhale, smelt exactly like Shaun. It was heavenly.

“(Y/N)?” Shaun called out to you, coming out of the bathroom after getting dressed himself. You stepped out of the closet, “Why are you wearing my sweater?” He laughed at your guilty expression as you slowly walked up to him.

“Well, it was just sitting there looking so comfy, I just wanted to try it on, but now that it’s on I’m afraid I’m never going to take it off. It’s too comfy.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, snuggling into the sweater even more.

“It looks good on you.” He smiled.

“It can be our sweater, how’s that sound?” You batted your eyelashes up at him as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Let’s go short stuff before I end up staying here and cuddling. Our sweater isvery cozy, so it’s very tempting.” Him saying he would rather stay home and cuddle with you, and him holding your hand as he pulled you out of his apartment caused you to blush. He let go of your hand to lock his door, turning to you, “Are you blushing?” He chuckled, grazing his fingers over your burning cheeks.

“No, it’s just getting a little warm in this sweater.” You rolled the sleeves up, letting your arms breathe, “There, that’s better.” You lied and turned away to the exit with determination. He just shook his head and chuckled.

You were a few shots deep into your bar night when you couldn’t help but stare at Shaun. ‘Has he always been this pretty?’ you thought to yourself.

“What are you staring at?” He laughed as he set your next drink down. You said nothing but answered him by putting your hand in his hair, “Your hair is so soft. Oh my gosh it’s softer than this sweater.”

“How many drinks have you had?” He burst out laughing, pulling your hand out of his hair and holding it on the table in his own.

“I haven’t had anything to drink.” You slurred as you take a sip of the fruity drink, he put in front of you.

“Mhmmm, and how many fingers am I holding up?” He held up 3 fingers on the hand not holding yours.

“3, now how many am I holding up.” You stuck up your middle finger and stuck your tongue out as he pretended to be hurt and gasped. “I have to pee.” You got up and stumbled your way to the bathroom. It was a pretty simple trip there and back, but when you got out you couldn’t remember where your table with Shaun was. So instead of going to the table you headed up to the stage and picked the first song that stood out to you, “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler. As the intro music was building up you spoke into the microphone, “This one goes out to that beautiful boy right there.” You pointed vaguely in Shaun’s direction and then burst out into song.

He laughed as he made his way up to the edge of the stage. He was mostly concerned that you’d fall off the stage and land right on your face, but he was really enjoying the performance that you’d likely forget tomorrow. When you finished your song, you held your hand out to meet Shaun’s stretched out one to help you off the stage.

“Oh my gosh, thanks for helping me down. That was like a 20-foot drop. You’re the hero I was holding out for!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck.

“It’s a stage maybe 3 inches off the ground, but I’ll take the credit I guess.” He pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to your seats.

“Oh no, I’m empty.” You pouted when you found nothing in your cup at the table.

“I’ll get us refills. Stay here.” He made his way up to the bar.

You pulled out your phone and opened your texts with Katy,

“OMG KATY THIS REALLY HOT GUY IS GETTING ME A DRINK AT THE BAR. I THINK I MIGHT GET LAID 2NIGHT! 🤪”

“I thought you were at the bar with Shaun?”

“Who’s Shaun?”

Shaun came back to your table and set down your glass.

“Well, hello handsome.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Do you come here often?” You leaned your head on your hand, elbow on the table. You were as Katy would describe it to you, “heart-eyeing” him.

“Okay, I’m glad I grabbed you a water.” Shaun chuckled as he took his seat across from you.

His phone lit up with Katy’s contact picture. He answered it, plugging the opposite ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you still with (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Who else are you guys with?”

“No one, why?” his question was met with silence, then a loud laugh from Katy.

“HA! No way, she totally texted me that a hot guy was getting her a drink and she was definitely getting laid tonight. When I asked her if she was still with you she said ‘Who’s Shaun’ and proceeded to stop texting me. She thinks your hot and that you guys are hooking up, this is going better than I thought it would when I called in.”

“Shut up, you’re messing with me.”

“Well, what is she doing right now?”

“She’s staring at me and sighing contently… OH MY GOD SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM!?” Shaun whisper-yelled into the phone.

“Well of course I know who you are silly! You’re the handsome man who’s sitting across from me and I’m the lucky gal who gets to look at you.” You giggled as you continued to stare at him with a sweet, but glazed over, look.

“Oh my god she’s so far gone.” Katy laughed on the other end.

“What do I do? Have you ever seen her this drunk?” Shaun was beginning to worry that you’d had way past your limit and you were about to get really sick.

“Oh yeah, definitely. All you have to do is bring her home and put her to bed. She’ll be fine, I’ve seen her drunker than this and not get sick.”

“Okay, should I make her coffee or something?”

“She’s allergic to coffee genius.” Katy rolled her eyes.

“Right, right. I knew that. Thanks Katy.” He hung up the phone and got up to grab your stuff.

“Hey where are you going?” You pouted as he walked up to the bar to pay the bill

“I’ll be right back, just wait here for me.” You nodded your head and waited patiently for him to come back.

“We’re going to go home now, alright?” Shaun pulled you out of your seat carefully helping you land on your feet. You nodded your head and yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

“Shaun, I’m too tired to walk.”

“Oh, now you remember who I am?” He chuckled, and you gave him a questioning look,

“Of course, I remember you, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well about 5 minutes ago you didn’t, I brought you a water and I guess it cleared your head enough. Come here.” He bent over enough for you to hop onto his back so he could give you a piggyback ride.

“My hero.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes as he started walking out of the building.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Shaun shook his shoulders to wake you up.

“Mhmm?” You moaned.

“Where are your keys?”

You sighed and climbed off his back, reaching into your purse, you handed the keys to him. He grabbed your hand and led you up to your porch, unlocking the front door and bringing you inside. He locked the door behind him and picked you up bridal style. Your head lolled into his chest as he carried you to your bedroom. He put you down on the bed, pulling the covers up and over you.

“Shaun…” You let your hand reach up to pull his arm back to you.

“What’s up?” He looked at you with concern.

“Can you help me take my pants off?” You laughed, and he blushed.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Once he pulled back the covers, he realized why you asked. He hadn’t realized you were still in your dress pants from work. He went to unhook the buttons and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them into your hamper across the room. He pulled the covers back up to your chin and laughed as you happily took them and snuggled farther into the bed. He went to leave again but you stopped him yet again, “Shaun…”

“Yes?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I was going to crash on the couch. I’ll be right outside, holler if you need something okay?”

“No… will you stay in here with me?” You opened your eyes for the first time since you got into your house. You gave him a puppy dog pout that made him melt.

“I can set up some couch cushions on the floor I guess…” he began looking around the floor to find a big enough space for him.

“No… Shaun… just come here.” You pulled him onto the bed and scooted over, pulling the covers over him. He hesitated for a second, body freezing, but when you snuggled your body into his side, he quickly melted under your touch. Not strong enough to fight off sleep any longer.

Shaun sighed as he woke up, he forgot to set his alarm last night. He probably was going to be late for work. He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedding surrounding him. It then hit him that he was not alone. He was holding onto someone. Looking down, he saw your peaceful face resting into his chest. Your breath fanning over him, tickling him. ‘When did I take my shirt off?’ He thought as he quickly realized why it tickled. He looked under the covers slowly, trying not to wake you, ‘When did I take my pants off?!’ He questioned himself in alarm as he realized he was snuggled up to you in just underwear. He slowly leaned up on his elbow to look around them. Your pants and bra were thrown haphazardly towards your hamper and his shirt, pants, and socks laid at the end of the bed. He laid back on his side and looked down at his current position with you. He had his hand resting on your back underneath his sweater. Your legs tangled with his, and your hands cupping under your face that was cuddled up into his chest still. He couldn’t help the giant grin that plastered his face. He’s wanted to be with you like this for years. He’s wanted to be able to hold you close when he wakes up, to be able to kiss your forehead as you wake up, smiling up at him. He’s wanted to feel how soft your skin is, how gentle your lips rest against his skin. He’s got goose bumps all over his body as he realizes just how warm you are. He started rubbing circles on your back, trying to wake you up.

“Mhmm. That feels nice.” You smiled into his skin. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him, “See, isn’t this so much better than sleeping on the couch?”

“This is way better.” He kissed your hairline.

“I hope you know when I said this is our sweater, I meant I’m never giving it back.”

“You look better in it anyway.” He shrugged, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a good look at you, ‘Oh yeah, way better in it.’ He thought to himself as he blushed thinking about beautiful you were and how lucky he is right now in this moment.

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[haechanhues]

Like Unrequited

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader / sunghoon x fem!reader 

genre : angst/fluff. bulleted. 

warnings : unrequited crush. slight feelings of awkwardness and abandonment. ambiguous relationship though - especially towards the end. 

summary : how to confess to someone who doesn’t feel the same. 

‘I like you, Heeseung’ 

All you could see was his eyes 

How they enlarged at the words you just spluttered 

He hesitated 

And at that the world seemed to rush down your throat and rob you of the air in your lungs 

Uh. 

But still the hope in your stomach flickered like a small fire 

A small pathetic little fire 

‘I-I….I don’t see you in that way Y/N...I’m sorry.’ 

Heeseung didn’t smile as he said that 

But he squeezed at your shoulder to anchor you down to the reality of it all 

You liked Heeseung 

And he didn’t like you back 

All those teenage movies you watched in an attempt to motivate you seemed to laugh at you

All those beautiful actresses and all those beautiful actors planting the seed of false hope in the victims of love unrequited 

‘That’s okay?’ 

You smiled. 

I’m sure you’ve never seen yourself wear the most bullshit smile you’ve ever bullshitted 

Heeseung smacked his lips together and warmly smiled at you 

‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?’

Uh. 

‘..Maybe. I might just, uh- hang out in the library for a while.’ 

He grimaced at that

He didn’t want to make you feel as if you weren’t friends 

He didn’t want to say ‘friends tho, right?’ as some sort of compensation for your feelings he didn’t share 

He felt for you 

He loved you (in a way that was only platonic) 

And yet- 

‘Okay.’ 

The next day Heeseung had waved at you whilst flanked by the other boys and Ryujin at his side 

Jungwon hugged you and asked if you were coming to lunch 

‘Nope,’ 

‘BOOO,’  Niki shouted in Sunoo’s ear 

‘What about tomorrow then? I’ve still got that post I want you to see in person’ Jay whined. 

‘I dunno I’ll let you know though.’ 

Ryujin squeezed your hand as she followed you down the hallway away from the boys 

‘How was it?’ Ryujin bit her lip with her sympathetic eyes 

You shook your head 

‘Imma need time. I think.’ 

‘Okay. Don’t be a stranger.’ 

Ryujin smiled and hugged you tightly, ‘It’s just one guy, my buddy.’ 

‘A guy I just happen to like and who’s kind and who I used to gush about for hours on end and-’ 

‘I was trying to lighten the mood, but my bad,’ Ryujin chuckled a little before letting you go 

‘Mhmm’ 

With a final goodbye you dawdled to the library with your assignments and errands listed in your head for you to do 

You took a seat and dug through your bag for your books and pencil case filled with pens and highlighters and got to working 

You spent what felt like hours in the library, filling in gaps and writing down notes that you’ve been holding off for what felt like weeks 

You sighed as you flicked out your wrist in an attempt to dissipate your pen cramp 

That’s when the antics of two boys called your attention 

They whispered heatedly between the two of them as they fussed over their written notes and their bags 

‘Out of all days, you’re cramming now?’ 

‘I didn’t know it was due today and you didn’t either!’ 

‘You don’t even have a pen-’ 

You giggled to yourself and that had the boys look over to you sheepishly

‘Hey,’ 

‘Can I borrow a pen?’ 

You grinned and nodded, pulling out a pen of your pencil case 

‘Oh my god. Why aren’t you this helpful?’ 

‘Fuck you.’ 

After awhile as they had written down all their points and you had gone back to your work, giggling a little at their quips 

‘Here’s your pen. Thanks, really.’ 

‘No worries...what test is it for?’ 

‘This science research test. I’m not prepared for it, obviously. But Jake is.’ 

Sunghoon had explained, cocking his head toward Jake 

Jake giggled in reply 

‘In that case, you may as well keep the pen.’ 

Sunghoon grinned 

‘Thank you. Do you want the pen back?’ 

‘I’m not sure about today.. but that could change.’ 

Meanwhile in the background, Jake smirked at your little exchange, preparing to tell all his and Sunghoon’s friends about his little conversation with a pretty girl in the library

The next few days were spent with Sunghoon and Jake

They had an assignment due that next Wednesday 

You had your errands 

But as the hours and the days flew by, the time spent actually working on your studies depleted and they were spent getting to know each other 

They both gave your their number and you gave yours 

You started making plans for after school and weekends 

Ryujin wanted you to come to a party with her on Saturday (the boys were going to be there too and Sunoo was missing you) 

But you had plans (with Sunghoon) 

You started missing phone calls from your friends because you were busy spending time with Sunghoon. 

You told Sunghoon and Jake all about your attempt at confessing and that had set Jake off on a tangent about how stupid the guy was and Sunghoon had opted to hold your hand

Your library hangouts had turned into ‘hangouts’ and extended outside of the library 

And one day you were with Sunghoon and Jake on the lunch table, smiling at their antics and their whatever-the-fuck-they-were-doing 

‘Y/N!’ 

You turned towards the voice, Sunghoon and Jake following you too 

Sunoo reached towards you and hugged you 

‘Feel like I never see you, like ever.’

‘I miss you.’ 

‘Me too,’ You smile. 

You looked over at Heeseung and your smile failed a little bit at the way he held a girl’s hand in his 

‘Hey,’ He smiled, feeling a little awkward at the revelation of his new girlfriend/friend/fling? 

Truthfully he didn’t know who she was 

But he wanted to find out 

He was also confused at the new friends of yours

Jungwon walked over to you, looking at Sunghoon confusedly, ‘I didn’t know you knew Y/N.’ 

‘Surprise’ 

Sunghoon watched as you struggled to gain the confidence to introduce them to your other friends 

He reached over and grabbed your hand in his, offering a small smile ‘I’m Sunghoon’ 

‘Jake’ 

‘I haven’t seen you in awhile my girl,’ Ryujin said, toe tapping your ankle

‘Sorry, I’ve been with these two this whole time. Super busy.’ 

Everyone frowns at your short sentence and your sudden uncomfortableness with the whole group in front of you, your easygoingness replaced with something that felt foreign to them

That didn’t really change throughout the week 

The only one that really got the same response from you was Sunoo and even that was tampered with 

You smiled in front of Sunghoon and Jake like you’re usual 

Jungwon, Heeseung, Niki, Jay and Ryujin could only look on as you seemed to distance yourself from them all 

Jay still had that one post he had to show you but when he had shown it too 

You had pursed your lips in reply and looked at Jake with a secretive smile that you used to use with him 

But you smiled at Jay and hugged him goodbye 

They weren’t happy (meaning Heeseung and pals) 

You did miss your friends 

But- 

You were happy with Sunghoon and Jake. 

Very happy. 

Heeseung sighed at the way you branched off with your new friends, leaving him and Ryujin in the dust 

‘Okay, I can’t fucking do this anymore,’ 

Ryujin swore and turned towards him

‘You need to fucking say something. Because I’m sick and tired of being ignored by my best fucking friend in exchange for two boys. Two hot boys, but still boys nonetheless.’ 

Heeseung sighed at that 

He did, didn’t he

So with a bated breath, he approached you when you were alone 

No Sunghoon or Jake 

Just you 

He loomed over you as he attempted to find the words to say 

‘Hey’ 

‘Hey’ 

How are you?’ 

‘Good. You?’ 

‘I’m good.’ 

You nodded and looked over his shoulder in an attempt to find your friends 

‘Y/N. Listen.’ 

Heeseung pleaded and he looked so desperate you couldn’t help but stare at him 

‘I like you as my friend so please just keep being my friend.’ 

‘I am. I am, I just want space and I want time to be able to treat you like a pal and not the guy I like, Heeseung.’ 

‘That doesn’t explain why you’re ignoring the whole group.’ 

‘I’m not.’ 

‘You are! Sunoo misses you like fucking crazy and you are actually separated from Ryujin. That doesn’t feel normal.’ 

‘But I like being around the boys,’ 

‘SO LET THEM JOIN US. You don’t even have to look at me or speak to me, if you’re going to be my friend, please for the love of everything cheesy, we’re your friends too. Jay has even started sulking and you know he doesn’t hold grudges.’ 

You sighed

‘You’re right.’ 

‘I’m always right.’ 

‘I’ll let Sunghoon and Jake know then.’

‘Yes. Do that.’

So that lunch time, after attempting to persuade Jake who was more than happy to greet friends of yours and Sunghoon who was unhappy with Heeseung still 

Sunghoon looked at you softly and then looked at Heeseung in a way that wasn’t the most friendly 

‘Hey guys. This is Sunghoon and Jake.’ 

Jake waved and Sunghoon nodded, linking his fingers with yours 

You turned towards him with a small smile 

‘Uhhh- I was hoping we could all-join?’ 

They all couldn’t have been faster to nod or make room for you, welcoming you back with open arms and eager hearts. 

author’s note : fun fact but it’s not really over. 

[maehara-san]

strawberry feelings

Pairing: AU!Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.

A|N: I can’t believe you guys managed to get my series list to 1k+ notes! That’s insane thank you for sharing my series it means the world <3 <3 We are also close to 700 followers as well! I love you guys thank you so much!!

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Beads of sweat kept running down the sides of your forehead. It was impossible to keep going, you knew your body would end up giving out any second.

“I-I...” you huffed out as your calves were getting ready to give out at any second. “I-I can’t! Tenya!... Y-you’re going too...d-damn fast!”

The blue-haired man turned around and stopped, taking a good look at you he realized you weren’t lying. Iida moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose into a comfortable adjustment. “Alright.” he said, “Let’s stop here and walk back home.”

“T-thank you!” you mumbled and collapsed on to the ground panting heavily. As much as you tried to breathe properly it was impossible getting enough air in.

“I get that I didn’t run for almost three weeks....b-but was it necessary to get up at 6 in the morning?” you questioned looking at him.

“You were the one who said you wanted to get back to running.” he answered, “I won’t be able to do it later since one of my patients is having surgery today...”

“Right...little Yui.” you said “H-How is she doing?” you grabbed your filled water bottle and began to drink sighing as you felt the cold water running down your throat.

“Yui is doing better, we hope this surgery will be the last. After all, she’s barely a kid, and getting these many procedures is too dangerous for her body to handle.”

You smiled softly looking at him “Don’t worry. She’s in good hands, Yui is being treated by the greatest Surgeon in the world!”

He smiled small “Thank you Y/n. Are you ready to head back? We have an hour until we have to go back to work.”

“Yes, I’m ready to go home and get myself cleaned. I need to ASAP since today there’s a lot to do,” you added.

“When aren’t you not busy?” he joked.

“Stuff that happens when you become an assistant I guess.” you shrugged “I’m stopping by after work to bring you dinner though.”

“I can’t wait to look forward to it then.” he chuckled.

After an hour and a half, you’d finally made it to the company on time with fifteen minutes to spare. You checked in at the front desk, quickly making your way over to the cafeteria to pick up Midoriya’s coffee for the morning.

“Busy morning?” Sara asked as she handed you the fresh cup of coffee along with a treat.

“A little you could say that.” you answered chuckling and gave her the money, “I’ll see you at lunch!”

She waved goodbye only shaking her head, smiling at your silliness. You checked the time seeing you had five minutes left. You headed to his office and began sorting everything out for the day. The coffee was neatly placed on his desk, the papers that were scattered across were put back into the same file.

The phone then rang, you quickly went over and picked it up. “Midoriya’s office, [name] [last name] speaking,” you spoke grabbing your notepad and pen ready to write a message down.

“Hello this is Hassaku Daisuke from Iwate school of Engineering.” he said, “Is Mr. Midoriya there by any chance?”

“I apologize but he hasn’t arrived yet. Would you like to leave a message?” you asked.

“Please tell him to call me back as soon as possible. I’d like to speak to him about something important. I’ll leave you my number so he can contact me.” he said.

You then agreed and wrote down the phone number making sure it was correct. Afterward, you bid him goodbye and hung up, you placed the sticky note on your desk where it won’t get lost.

“Hey.” someone spoke, you turned around and saw Bakugo standing there by the door.

Your cheeks turned a light pink “H-hey...Bakugo.” you softly smiled “Midoriya hasn’t arrived yet if you were looking for him.”

“Actually... I came to see you.” he rubbed the back of his neck feeling nervous to look at you. “I wasn’t sure if you had anything to eat yet...” he then moved his arm forward to show you two plastic food trays. “Are...you hungry?”

It was hard to contain the smile that was spreading widely by the second. Trying to keep yourself calmed down you nodded shyly, “I-I am...I was about to get something to eat.”

Bakugo smirked, “It’s a good thing I showed up first then.”

‘The way he dressed today makes it hard to look away, I can’t believe he brought me food.’ you thought ‘Maybe...he’s changing...’

“What?” he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Oh no!” you raised your hands while shaking your head, you chuckled lightly “Sorry...let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

A small smile formed on his lips, his heart was racing and smirk was impossible to hide. You opened your plate to see Tamagoyaki on top of a bed of rice and a side of miso soup with some slices of salmon as well. The steam hit your nostrils making your stomach grumble. you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

“This...looks delicious. Thank you for the food Bakugo.” you said, “They’re all my favorite foods.”

He nodded “You should start eating...or else...you’ll pass out throughout the day.”

Sitting down next to each other you tried your best to calm your beating heart.

"Have you spoken to Mina?" he asked.

"No not after the conversation we had. Denki and her have been busy these days." you answered, "I'm surprised she hasn't messaged me she usually does."

"As long as she hasn't told you anything embarrassing about me then I'm fine with that." he admitted "I can't believe she opened her mouth," he mumbled poking at his rice before grabbing it with his chopsticks.

"I mean...all in all I'm glad she told me what was going on." you confessed "It...well...- gives clarity on how things are now at least." you chuckled rubbing the back of your head. "That's a good thing no?..."

Bakugo nodded biting his inner lip "Yeah...just not the way I wanted you to find out."

"But it worked and I'm thankful she told me that night. It helped make things clearer for me now that I understand."

He placed his chopsticks down on the table and looked at you. "About Abigail..."

"You don't have to explain it to me." you said "I know you both have a past...and I'm not inclined to say anything when I don't know how it happened or how you're feeling. All I ask is...for you to be honest...as long as you're doing that then...that's all that matters."

"Mhmm." he sounded sure yet at the same time he was conflicted about how things will turn out.

You smiled brightly and then dig into every piece of food in front of you. It was truly heaven how all the flavors came together so well. “I know that Kaminari and Todoroki are into business as well...but what about Iida?” Bakugo asked.

“Iida chose a different profession he was set on going into business with Todoroki then he had a troubling moment in his life and decided to pursue into being a doctor,” you answered. “He’s a great surgeon, after studying for 12 years he was able to finally be part of a hospital and is now doing surgery for almost 2 years.”

“That’s...a lot.” he said, “I’m surprised he never gave into to changing is occupation.”

“He did actually, a few times. Some of the professors weren’t all that understanding, they were tough which brought his confidence down. Still, he never gave up even when it was impossible to pass at times.” you smiled small “I admire him...he’s been so strong, sometimes I wished I had his dedication.”

Bakugo placed his chopsticks down and turned to look at you. “I know I was a dickhead...and you wanted to quit. But I think you have a lot more guts coming back here despite all the bullshit I threw at you. You’re definitively strong and not weak for wanting to leave. I was at fault for that. You are doing fine now, even if another problem happens you know not to back down. That’s what you’ve always shown.”

“It wasn’t easy...still isn’t actually.” you admitted “A lot of people still believe that I was the one who screwed up on the project.

“Fuck them.” he abruptly said.

You were taken back by his use of words knowing these were his employees he was talking about. “I-I know they were talking bad but I don’t it’s necessary to talk like that-”

He then cut you off “-it doesn’t matter if they’re my employees or not. They’re talking crap without even knowing shit in the first place. It’s not acceptable, I’m not going to defend them if they’re acting like a bunch of high school punks. This isn’t a playground anymore, if they’re brave enough to talk crap behind your back then they’re too weak to tell you upfront.”

As much as you tried being the good person you knew deep down he was right. People like that shouldn’t be respected, it’s not okay to start rumors where you’re supposed to be professional.

“I hate to say that...it’s the way to go but in the end...” you sighed “You’re right Bakugo. Sometimes it's impossible to change their mind no matter how hard you try.” you played with your fingers looking down at your lap as flashbacks began to come back.

There was a change in the mood, Bakugo noticed it right away. Something was hurting you, yet it wasn’t his place to ask you about the problem not when it was troubling you so much. He moved his chair closer to you and held your hand.

Without any warning or signs, he was holding it protectively. You couldn’t talk, there was something about him that made it impossible to speak. He looked at you in the eyes. With his look he saying so much to you even if it seemed like he wasn’t.

“It’s fine.” he softly spoke.

Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. You couldn’t look away from his red orbs. “Please don’t let me fall.” you suddenly spoke not realizing what was coming out of your mouth.

“Never.”

Your lips curved into a small smile hearing his reply.

A knock then sounded at the door disrupting the moment between you two. “Ah! Here you are [last name].” Your friend and colleague, Nakano, spoke as she opened the door seeing you and Bakugo together.

“Nakano, hey is there something you need?” you asked.

“Mr. Midoriya is here he’s waiting for you in the conference room,” she said.

You looked at her confused, “In the conference room? Did he say what for?”

“All he mentioned was about it being important. He told me to take care of any calls that came in.” Nakano replied.

“Oh.” you said, “I see, thank you I’ll be right out then.”

She excused herself and closed the door. “You should get going it’s important you don’t want to keep him waiting,” Bakugo spoke.

“Right.” you slightly smiled, “Um...thank you for the breakfast. I’ll make sure to finish it later when I get back. I’m sorry I have to go.”

“It’s fine.” he replied “I need to talk to Kirishima about something. At least you have something in your stomach.”

“I’ll see you later then,” you said grabbing your phone and clipboard along with a few other important things. Bakugo gave you a nod, you turned back around to look at him again before closing the door.

Your heart was still beating when you left the room. You weren’t sure how to comprehend what happened in there. All you were sure about was how your chest tightened when he held your hand in yours.

‘Whatever happens...I don’t want to be afraid of going forward.’  you thought. Upon seeing the room you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down before walking down the stairs.

When you arrived in the lobby you saw someone standing in front of the main deck. “I need to speak to her please, if you tell her who I am I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” they impatiently spoke.

“I understand but she’s in a meeting right now with Mr. Midoriya. I can’t interrupt-”

“Suzuki, it’s okay,” you said walking over to the person who had their back turned towards you. “Is there something you need that’s important?”

The mysterious stranger then turned around, your legs took a step back not believing who it was. “W-what...are you doing here?” you questioned trying to keep your voice down.

“I need to talk to you.” they went to touch but you moved your back not wanting to be anywhere close to them. “Don’t...touch me...”

They sighed “You must come with me.”

“Why would I want to go anywhere with you, Reo?-”

“It’s your dad.” he answered, “He’s at the hospital.”

Your eyes blinked not comprehending what he had said “What?... Why did they call you to come? You have no business with them.”

“I was at work when your mother called me telling me about your dad. She didn’t have anyone else to call. She insisted that I’d come for you so you could go see him.” he explained.

“It doesn’t matter...there’s no reason for me to be near them...please leave,” you said swallowing the cries that wanted to erupt. “I don’t want to have to call security.”

“I understand that you don’t want to see me but they’re your parents first.” he said “The least you could do is push away that anger and go see them. I’m not sure how injured he is.” Reo then took out a card and wrote down the address of the hospital he was at. “If you change your mind this is where he is.”

The numbers were immediately recognizable to you “He’s in the hospital where Tenya is working at?”

He nodded “Tenya offered to look after him, I don’t know much about your dad’s details. I was at fault for all that happened don’t hold the grudge against them. You know how long it has been...don’t let more years pass by.”

Reo then left, Bakugo walked down the same stairs after seeing the mysterious man leave. “Is everything alright?” he spoke.

Your phone then vibrated, Tenya had sent you a message telling you about your dad’s condition. “Yeah...everything is fine,” you answered. “I should get going, Midoriya is probably waiting for me.”

“You don’t need to lie,” he said.

“I’ll talk to you later Bakugo.” you excused yourself and went to the conference room. He followed you and managed to stop you before entering the room. You were going to ask him to let you go but he spoke.

“I’ll tell Midoriya what happened. You should go to the hospital you have a job to be next to your father,” he said.

“And I have a job to do here as well, I can’t drop everything and go see them,” you added. “I’ll go once I’m done-”

“You can come back and do the work he told you to do. Right now something else is more important than attending a stupid meeting.”

‘He was right...why was he right?!’ you thought, struggling to find an answer to this whole mess. Sometimes you preferred to not have had parents, now when everything was set and done it’s like fate wanted to mess with you.

You relaxed your arm, “Fine...” you softly spoke, Bakugo then let go of your arm “I’ll go...I will be back in time before we all get together in the afternoon.”

“I’ll tell Midoriya and let him know you needed to get something done,” he said looking at you. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.” your eyes looked at the door and then left leaving Bakugo alone.

He opened the brown double door, inside he saw all sorts of people standing around. Some he knew while others were only strangers he didn’t care about. “Midoriya,” he called out.

The green-haired man then turned around to see his colleague standing there. “What is it Bakugo?” Midoriya asked.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

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[neon-junkie]

Burlas

Summary: Flaco has a job for you.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Rating: NSFW

Tags: First time, Friends to lovers, Neck kissing, Teasing, Sexual tension, Dirty talking. 

Notes: ngl i wrote this for myself, but I hope my other flachoes out there enjoy this piece. maybe someone else will write a fic for him one day, it cant just be me that has the mega hots for this man

It's another snowy day in the Grizzlies, and you're doing your weekly rounds, climbing up the mountain to visit Flaco for work. Sure, it's out the way, but there's another couple up here that pay well, and Flaco pays you a handsome price for the simplest of tasks. You don't mind the cold, and your horse doesn't either, especially now you've brought them some warm socks and an extra padded blanket. The ice creeks beneath you as your horse trots over it. Despite it only being the evening, the sky is already dark. It seems to get dark up here early, probably because the mountains block the suns light. You prefer to work in the dark anyway, it's easier to be stealthy in, and you prefer being stealthy when you have to take out a handful of men before destroying their supplies. You leave your horse unhitched since you only spend a few minutes in Flaco's cabin at the most. He'll tell you what to do and send you on your way, briefly returning afterward for your pay. You pull your bandana down from over your nose, showing off your rosy cheeks, and enter his cabin. 

"Hey," Flaco says as he looks up from his chair. "Come over here," he orders you, and there's a stern yet alluring tone to his voice. This isn't normal. Flaco's usually a lot louder and energetic, but instead, he's leaning back in his chair as he places his knife on the table, his eyes on you. You stand at your usual spot on the other side of the table, rubbing your gloved hands together as you warm them up. "You've been real good to Flaco, you know?" Flaco asks you. You nod in agreement because well, you have. You were only after work, but it seems that having an extra pair of hands around here has lightened Flaco's load, and he needs that in this harsh environment. "But have I been good to you?" Flaco asks again. You nod once more     and don't really understand where this is going. "How have I?" he questions. "Well, you pay me well for a start," you shrug. "Mhmm, keep going," Flaco nods. "Erm, you've let me warm up here before, you're kind towards me.. erm..." you pause. This was a weird question to be asked by someone that is technically your boss, and you wonder if maybe Flaco's just having a self-doubting crisis and needs you to remind him how good he is. "You see," Flaco begins as he shakes his head, "I've been good, but not good enough," he scolds himself. You remain silent, tilting your head a little like the confused pup that you are. Flaco sighs as he looks at you, his eyes roaming around the cabin then settling back on you. One of his legs shakes slightly as he bounces his heel, clearly irritated at something. For a split second, you're worried you've upset him, but he told you at the start you haven't, so what on earth is wrong? "Come here," Flaco says, breaking the silence as he makes a beckoning motion with his finger. You take a few steps closer to him, standing just in front of his knees, looking down at the man twice the size of you. "Do you want to sit down?" Flaco asks, one hand gesturing to his thigh as the other one props itself on the back of his chair, looking far too handsome for his own good. "On..?" you mutter, making sure you're getting this right. "Mhmm," Flaco nods, giving his thigh a little tap. He watches you like a hawk, but there's a lustful glint to his eyes and the dim lighting sets the mood far too well. You pause before taking a seat, your hand lightly holding his shoulder as you swing your legs over his other thigh. He's still resting back against the chair, watching you with that stern expression, though one of his gloved hands comes to rest on the small of your back. You've always had the hots for this gunslinger, and that's the main reason you come up the mountain every week, though you won't openly admit that, not even to yourself. And now you're sat here on his lap, pulled onto it even more as he sits forward. The hand on your back moves to wrap around you, resting on your thigh, as his other one places itself on your knee. If you were feeling cold before, you definitely aren't now, especially because Flaco's thick fur coat is pressed up against you, and even though he's sitting beneath you, he still towers over you in height, looking down at you as he begins to speak again. "I don't think I've been treating you well, amor," Flaco informs you, his eyes gazing into yours. "You treat old Flaco so well, but I always seem to put your needs aside." His hand moves off your knee to lightly hold your chin, his skin touching yours for the first time. You'll never understand why this man wears fingerless gloves in the snow, but his fingers aren't as cold as you thought they'd be, especially not now his thumb is pressed gently against your warm lower lip, bringing your face close to his. You can smell the whiskey he drinks on his lips, along with a faint scent of chewing tobacco. Is he about to kiss you? If he is, he's taking his time. His nose lightly bumps yours, and you can feel the hairs from his moustache lightly brush against your upper lip. Your eyes have fallen shut, and Flaco's are barely open, his cheeks just as flustered as yours. "You know what would make me happy, though?" Flaco asks you in a deep, lustful voice, his breath and words hot on your lips as he speaks directly against them. "What?" you softly ask back, feeling multiple shivers trail down your spine. He keeps his thumb light on your lower lip, slowly rubbing back and forth over it. "If you let me tend to your needs," he says. Good lord. It's suddenly far too hot in this cabin, and your body is aching to get your coat off just so you can cool down. "Tend to them how?" you innocently question. Flaco lets out a chuckle as he tilts your head to the side, dipping his head down so he can leave the most tender kisses you've ever felt along your neck. His other hand moves off your thigh so he can remove his sombrero, placing it on the table next to him, before returning to the same spot. "I think you know how, amor," Flaco tells you against your skin as he continues to kiss you. "I want you to," you finally admit to him. Flaco chuckles again as he moves his lips off your neck, returning them to less than an inch away from yours. "You do?" he asks. "Please," you sigh. Flaco moves his hand off your chin, his thumb off your bottom lip, and cups the back of your head, his fingers brushing between your hair as he holds your head in place, still speaking directly against your lips. "I guess I'll have to help you out then," Flaco lightly shrugs. "But first, I have another job for you," he grins. "What is it?" you question. "There's another bear in the area, amor. You know what you need to do, so get it done, and then..." Flaco moves his hand from your head, his fingers lightly stroking your jawline as he takes hold of your chin again. "Then I'll make sure I tend to your needs, and make up for all that time I've been neglecting you," he smiles. You let out a sigh. Really? You've waited patiently for so long, and this man finally decides to come onto you, just to tease you and not even leave a kiss on your lips. The nerve. The audacity. Flaco chuckles as he says "I said I'd tend to your needs. I didn't say I'd be fair about it though." He moves his hand away, his lips no longer close to yours as he leans back in his chair, grinning at you mischievously as you open your eyes and pout. "Go on. Vamos," he says, moving his hand off your lower back so he can place his sombrero back on. You let out a dramatic sigh as you move off his lap, trying to ignore his laughter as you pout and strop out the cabin. Just as you're about to leave, Flaco calls out to you. You look over your shoulder to see Flaco still looking far too handsome in that same chair. "Be ready," he tells you, that seductive tone returning to his voice. You pout again and leave, shutting the door behind you. Was there even another bear out here? Or was Flaco just trying to tease you as much as possible? Let's make this quick. You'll find some stupid fucking bear for him, and you'll make sure to throw the pelt at his stupid face when you finally return.  

[ninetalees]

Sufferance

(noun) the absence of objection rather than genuine approval; toleration.

7 years after the events of Sword/Shield, Gym Leader Bede comes to Postwick to conduct some research in the Slumbering Weald; Hop is his unwilling companion.

Warnings for: Eventual Hop x Bede (cheeryfairyshipping) and eventual M-rated content.

Chapter 1

Hop couldn't concentrate today.

It might have been the pleasant spring sun, filtering in through the window and bouncing off the laminated pages he was pursuing, compelling him to turn his attention to the window. The heat and the amusing scene of the frolicking Wooloo in the fields did a fine job of keeping his attention on anything but his work.

It also might have been the anticipation. Every now and then his gaze flickered to the clock on the wall. Gloria had a match today - only an exhibition one - but Hop always exulted in the prospect of watching her live. It was now 12:45 - the matches were due to start at 1 - he would take his lunch then and sit out in the grass in front of the lab to watch on his laptop.

He got up from his chair and shielded his eyes to peer at Sonia rifling through the shelves on the balcony above. Her back was to him and her humming as she concentrated was a soothing and familiar melody. It was hard to believe it had been 7 years since he had started working with her; they had fallen into a comfortable synchronicity so quickly there had barely been an adjustment period, and it was very early on in their professional relationship that Hop had felt he had been there forever.

"Sonia?" he called. Sonia's red ponytail bobbed as she snapped to attention, and she stood to come and peer over the railing at him.

"Hey Hop," she replied with a smile. "Everything alright?"

Hop grinned back. "Grand." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I was just letting you know I'm gonna take lunch in a few? Gloria has a tournament starting at 1 and I don't want to miss it - if I'm not there to take a call at the end and discuss every single detail she'll go spare." His grin widened at the memory of once having missed a tournament because himself and Sonia were out in the Wild Area on a work project. There was no signal out there, and Hop had forgotten to tell Gloria he would be away (of course he had the tournament recording for his return.) He had come back to Wedgehurst with 5 missed calls, several texts, and a disgruntled selfie asking whether he had died.

"Oh, wonderful! She has matches today?" Sonia threw up her hands in jubilation; to Hop's immense relief, she was not holding a book. "I would love to watch, too. It's been ages since I've settled in to watch a tournament and Nessa is always griping I never get round to watching any of her matches." Her smile became coy. "What do you say to taking an extended break and watching on a laptop in the garden? I can make some ice tea."

Hop nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan! I'll get the stream up and running." Sonia, to many people's surprise, had never had to be strict with Hop. Despite his reputation for impulsiveness and general air of chaos, he was focused and determined about things he had a passion for. Studiousness and discipline were two traits integral to a successful Pokémon Professor and not ones Hop was famed for, but he had proved himself with his diligence from the start. Hop did not always follow a straight line from A to B, but even with his many stops and detours along the way he almost always managed to produce work to a high standard. But Sonia had known this long before the day she had asked him to come on board as her assistant.

Hop grabbed his laptop from the gleaming countertop and made his way outside with a skip in his step, pausing only to pet Yamper who had weaved excitedly between his legs. It was difficult not to be in a good mood: the sun was shining, work was not too busy for him to steal some downtime, and he was about to settle in for an afternoon of quality battles. Even if he did not do so much of it himself anymore, his interest had not been quelled in the slightest. Watching Gloria on the field was poetry in motion, and a fantastic learning opportunity – watching her direct her partners was a fully immersive lesson in how to draw out Pokémon’s full potential via flawless strategy and iron-clad bonds of trust. Hop set the laptop down on the garden table out back and opened the umbrella before settling down to bring up the livestream of the tournament. Sonia emerged a couple of minutes later, balancing a tray carrying a jug of peach ice tea and two glasses. Yamper trotted after her obediently, careful to avoid getting in the way. Once she had set the tray down and taken her seat, Yamper leapt into her lap as Sonia laughingly scratched behind her ears. “Learned your lesson after years of close calls involving mugs of tea, eh?” she cooed, and Yamper barked happily while Hop chuckled. “You’re not the only one, Yamper. Only recently, despite years of having being told, have I discovered the true perils of running indoors, especially in a tea-laden Sonia’s vicinity.”

They both laughed, then, and Sonia poured the ice tea as Hop hit play. The announcer’s voice crackled and boomed over the laptop speakers, and Hop felt the familiar adrenalin rush course through him as the camera panned over the pitch. There were not many big names in the tournament today – just Gloria, Nessa and some random challengers. Gloria would make short work of them all, Hop had no doubt. Although he didn’t dare comment as such in front of Sonia.

First up were two of the random challengers – young woman and an older gentleman. Hop and Sonia mostly chatted among themselves for the span of that battle, Yamper interjecting occasionally to demand one of the treats hidden in Sonia’s pockets. Hop watched from the corner of his eye as the young woman’s Manectric decimated the opponent’s Blastoise with a wicked Thunderbolt. “Solid,” he remarked, and Sonia looked up from checking her phone. “Mhmm,” she replied, sipping some ice tea. “Who’s up next?”

“Gloria and a challenger.” As he spoke, Hop had gotten out his own phone to shoot Gloria a quick ‘good luck’ text – not that she would need it, or even see it until the tournament was over. But, still – he wanted her to know he was thinking of her.

Gloria strolled out on the pitch as her number, 37, flashed up on the huge monitor behind her. Despite an occasional wave and smile to the roaring crowd her gaze was set ahead, eyes gleaming with steely determination. It had been 7 years since she had taken Leon’s place as Champion, but Hop had never quite gotten over the scale of the difference between them as battlers, both in style and presence on the pitch. Leon had been so flashy, posing and swishing his cape and blowing kisses, hamming it to the max. Gloria, regardless of who her opponent was, always stepped up with an air of aloofness to the crowd, her attention solely on the match before her. Hop always wondered if Rose’s presence and lack thereof during Gloria's reign had anything to do with that, but Leon never brought him up. So Hop never asked.

He was pulled away from his thoughts by Sonia clapping excitedly as Gloria let out Saber, her Haxorus, to face her opponent’s Beartic. The camera panned over the man’s face for a moment and Hop noted the traces of a smug smile on his face. From the perspective of an untrained eye, it might look as though he had an advantage from a type matchup perspective. But Hop knew better – Gloria would make short work of him and not have to withdraw a single Pokémon.

Indeed, Saber demolished the Beartic with a single, well-aimed Close Combat move and the rest of the match flew by in a similar fashion. Hop couldn’t help but smile at Sonia’s rapt attention, her eyes fixed on the screen as she petted Yamper absentmindedly. It was easy to forget that Sonia had once been a fine battler, a rival even to Leon – Hop always meant to ask her if she ever missed it.

Gloria withdrew Saber and bowed with a flourish as the match ended. She crossed the field to shake her crestfallen opponent’s hand, and that was the last they saw before the pitch darkened again in preparation for the next battle. Sonia leaned back as the ad break started, her eyes shining. “My gosh, that was thrilling!” she remarked. “I really do need to try and watch these more often – that poor fellow couldn’t get a move in edgeways!”

“That’s Gloria,” replied Hop happily. He took a gulp of ice tea, as though it had just been him out working up a sweat. “She’s in a league of her own. The more I watch her, the more vindicated I feel in not being able to match her in battle – can definitely see her holding the title even longer than Leon did!” There was a smile on his face as he spoke, but Sonia’s gaze became slightly pitying. “Don’t say that.” She cast her eyes down to Yamper, who was now dozing. “About yourself, I mean. Being good with Pokémon isn’t all about battling.”

Hop fought the urge to scowl. “I know that.” Even after all this time, people seemed so delicate around in him relation to Gloria and her success. Gloria was his best friend, and he had let go the dream of defeating Leon and becoming Champion a long time ago. He knew Sonia didn’t appreciate when he was self-deprecating – because, she said, she valued his input and effort so much here with her. But it annoyed Hop that people seemed to think they would hurt his feelings if they joked about it with him: he wanted so badly to be rid of that legacy of being second-best to Gloria in the Gym Challenge. He walked a different path, now, one less glitzy but fulfilling and important all the same. They were silent as the show returned and the commentator announced Nessa and another challenger were up to bat. Hop’s temporary irritation dissipated as he watched Sonia zap to attention. Nessa was her best friend – Hop suspected she might be more. As he spent most of his days with Sonia, he was privy to details of her life that many others were not: even then, he wasn’t completely sure. But he knew what he saw. He observed them together whenever Nessa came to visit, or whenever Sonia returned from hanging out with her. She always spent the rest of the evening with cheeks flushed with happiness, texting constantly. It was nice to see.

Nessa defeated the challenger with ease, and before long it was the final.

Any air of disquiet that might have remained between them dissipated entirely when the commentator announced it would be Nessa and Gloria facing off in the final round. Hop leaned forward in his chair, near vibrating with excitement. Sonia, too, was tensed eagerly as both combatants waved to the camera with the assured ease of those used to the eyes of the world being upon them. They crossed to the centre of the pitch to shake hands, keeping in line with the finalists’ tradition, then turned to take their places as the commentator announced the match was about to begin.

As Hop had predicted, it didn’t take long. Nessa was a fine trainer indeed, but still, like all of them, was nowhere near Gloria’s level. Gloria was well-prepared with her Bolthund, Lassie, and took down Nessa’s team with one well-aimed electric attack after another. Lassie moved as though she were an extension of Gloria herself, striking with precision in time with each of Gloria’s commands. Sonia raised a hand to cover her mouth as Nessa’s dynamaxed Drednaw came down in an explosion of light, and Gloria and Lassie celebrated in its wake.

“Ohhh,” the sound escaped Sonia in a long exhale. “Poor Nessa.” She shook her head. “I suppose we can’t be surprised though really, can we?” She chuckled. “Wow. I really enjoyed that! Be sure to wrangle me in next time there’s another tournament on. Nessa would be incredibly chuffed if I got into watching her matches more.”

“Would be my pleasure,” Hop replied cheerily. It had been fun to watch with Sonia – perhaps a few more matches and she would open up about her past rivalry with Leon. He would have loved to see her measured, cerebral approach applied on the battlefield. He stood, fingering his phone in his pocket, and Sonia grinned at him. “Off to make a call?” she asked.

“If you don’t mind.” His eyes drifted to watch the screen go dark as the commentator was signing off. “Need to get to unpacking what we’ve just seen, the usual.”

Sonia nodded and stood with her slumbering Yamper clasped to her chest. “Of course.” She turned back towards the back door that was, thankfully, slightly ajar. “Send my best!”

“Always do,” Hop shot back, already turning to dial. He strolled over to the back wall and leaned over it, arm dangling over the side. Gloria answered on the second ring, breathless and slightly echoey in the changing room. “Hop!” she cried. “Thanks for the text!”

Hop laughed quietly. “You’re welcome. Not like you needed it.” He turned his eyes towards the sky. “Great match! The last one especially – Nessa’s going to have to employ more than a half-ground type as her wildcard to get anywhere near you.”

“Ah, she’s amazing.” Hop could picture clearly the self-effacing wave of her hand. “It’s always a pleasure to battle her. All the leaders have their own quirks and eccentricities – the fun is in figuring them out and how to get round them.”

Hop nodded. “Yeah,” he said, when he realised she couldn’t see that. “Like a puzzle. You’d think I’d have been better at it.” They both laughed, and Hop felt himself relax. It was so easy with her.

“Anyway,” she continued. “We’ll be getting in at around 8:30 – you’ll be there to meet us, won’t you?”

Hop froze. “Meet you? Where? Who’s we?” he asked.

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. “Um, myself and Bede? At the station?” She ventured at last. “We’ll be in Postwick tonight?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hop took the phone away from his ear to speak directly into the microphone on the top. “What are you on about?”

“Oh wow.” Gloria cleared her throat. “Uh, okay – I figured you already knew, because Bede got onto Sonia first? But he’s coming to our neck of the woods to do some study about Fairy-types in the Slumbering Weald for a month or so, and he asked Sonia to help out with resources and stuff? He got in touch a couple of weeks ago.”

Hop was stunned into silence for a long moment, head spinning. Bede, here? In Postwick – in the Slumbering Weald himself and Gloria held so dear? His relationship with the fellow was complicated; they had managed to leave the past behind them to the extent that Hop didn’t pull a face at the mere sight of him anymore. Bede and Gloria were close friends – or as close as one could be to Bede – and so Hop often ended up spending more time with him than he ever would have of his own volition by association. Hop could manage that; could manage having a drink with him in a group of three or four and not going for the jugular when he said something arrogant or disparaging. He didn’t know if he could manage weeks with him one-on-one, watching him traipse around his hometown and poking into the secrets of the Slumbering Weald.

“Hop?” he was startled back to reality by Gloria, sounding a little concerned now. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you, like I said it’s something I assumed Sonia would have mentioned and it just never came up. He’s staying with my mum – we have a spare room and she’s always delighted to have company, so it’s not like he’ll be hanging around Wedgehurst in the evenings or anything.” Luckily, Hop no longer lived with his mother in Postwick; while he worked only just up the road from his childhood home, at 21 and with a full-time job it seemed about time he found a place of his own. He rented a one-bedroom apartment above the now-closed boutique in Wedgehurst. The previous owner had been the little old lady who had also run the shop; when she had grown too frail to live alone she had moved out to live with her daughter in Motostoke. The family had been happy to rent her previous lodgings to Hop at a reasonable price, him being a local they had known for years. The apartment was small, with only two rooms - a living room-cum-kitchen and a bedroom - and somewhat old-fashioned, with a deep red shag carpet and wooden panelling in the front room, but Hop loved the place. He had made it his own, with his faded Pokémon League posters on the walls and Wooloo-patterned bedding on the rickety single bed. It was home.

“Hop?” Gloria asked again, and Hop shook his head. He could be professional about this – if Bede was coming to study the Slumbering Weald, this was work for him. As long as they didn’t stray too far outside that scope they would be alright. He could do it, for Gloria and for Sonia.  

“Sorry, sorry Gloria,” he replied at last, pressing a hand to his forehead. “It’s fine. Was just a bit taken by surprise, that’s all.” He sighed. “Look, I can’t say I’m thrilled at the prospect but it’s my job to be civil and help him out, isn’t it? Would be a pretty pants professor if I refused to lend a hand to someone in furthering their knowledge just because they got on my tits a bit, wouldn’t I?” His smile returned as he spoke. Honestly, Bede’s topic of study sounded pretty interesting; he was sure they would have plenty to discuss around it and would have no reason resort to petty squabbling as long as they both remembered why they were there.

“Oh, Hop, thank you.” He could picture her shoulders sagging with relief. “You are the best professor ever.”

“Professor’s assistant, at least for now,” he corrected with a small laugh. “You don’t need to thank me, Gloria. I’ll behave myself provided Bede does too.”

“Oh, stop it. Of course he will. He’s a nice guy, you should give him more of a chance.” Hop opened his mouth, his lips forming the shape of a snarled retort, only to sigh instead. No point getting off on the wrong foot with this. “Sure,” he responded at last. “Anyway, what’s the plan tonight?”

“Well, we’ll be getting into Wedgehurst at around 8:30,” Gloria replied. “Then I said I would cook dinner at my place? Mum is away until tomorrow – using a package deal I got as a thank you for an endorsement from the Rose Hotel – so I’m going to crash at home with Bede and then head out early in the morning. He’s going to get up with me and head out to the lab to meet with you and Sonia to discuss what he wants to do.” She paused, allowing that to sink in. “Sorry I can’t stick around longer. Busy, busy.”

“Nah, sure what would you be doing? I get it.” He had to smile at her apologetic tone – he knew if she could stay and supervise to ensure they made an effort to get along, she absolutely would. Hop knew she would love if he and Bede were to become friends – perhaps this was fate.

“Anyway,” Gloria broke the silence, obviously aware Hop had drifted into his own thoughts again. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Hop replied. “See you tonight.”

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The sun was just beginning to set when Hop headed out to the station. It was always a breathtaking sight, the rolling hills of Wedgehurst and Postwick dark blotches against the majesty of the glowing pink-orange sky. Hop paused to observe it, hands jammed in his pockets. He shivered against the cool evening breeze, rocking back on his heels. Just down the hill he could see the neon lights of the station glowing ominously. He pulled out his phone to check the time – 20:24. No point being late, he would only be delaying the inevitable and invoking Gloria’s wrath; the station was literally a 3 minute walk from his home, he had no excuse. He had even gotten off from work early – he suspected Sonia felt guilty for forgetting that his former nemesis would be around town for a few weeks starting tomorrow. She had been so flustered when he had told her. She had been so busy when he had called, she’d said, and once the conversation had finished her promise had gone right out of head. Hop had been magnanimous: he had had time to accept that it was happening and there was nothing that could be done. He was determined to be mature about the whole thing; Sonia, he suspected, was far more grateful he hadn’t made a fuss than she had let on.

As he made his way down the cobblestone street, he could see the lights of the train approaching in the distance. He was struck with the picture of Gloria and Bede sitting opposite one another, chatting and showing each other stupid shite on their phones, the same way himself and Gloria had so very long ago on that first trip to Motostoke. He ground his teeth together, annoyed at the prick of jealousy that accompanied that image. Don’t be stupid. Bede’s friendship with Gloria would never be as deep as the bond Hop and her shared. Getting territorial would not prove a warm welcome.

He headed into the swinging gates at the entrance just at the train pulled up to the platform. The station was fairly empty, as always, save for the handful of people waiting in the reception area. Passengers trickled out, into the arms of loved ones or hurrying on their respective ways. Hop strained until he caught sight of a flash of white-blond. He barely had time to register it as Bede before Gloria was in his line of vision, waving wildly before careening into his arms.

“Hey Gloria,” he greeted, wrapping his arms around her. The moment was so supremely normal that for a second he forgot completely about the bizarre situation he was in and just enjoyed holding his best friend.

That couldn’t last, however, and eventually he had to release her and step back regard Bede lingering behind her. Even when not bound to his gym uniform, he tended towards pink – Opal’s legacy, Hop supposed. Tonight he donned a rose-coloured jumper and pale blue jeans, his long, white-blond hair brushed back into a loose ponytail. The single diamond earring he wore, dangling on a golden chain, glimmered in the fluorescent lighting of the station interior. Hop realised with a jolt he hadn’t even begun to consider how stark and strange Bede would appear against the pastel greens and greys of his hometown. He was surreal, like an accidental splotch of electric pink on a careless artist’s quaint countryside watercolour. 

“Hop.” Bede moved forward, his hand extended in greeting. Hop shook himself from his reverie to grasp it, careful to meet Bede’s eyes and ignore Gloria’s stern look.

“Hiya, Bede,” he replied, shaking his hand before returning his own to his pockets. “Good… good to see you.”

“Likewise.” Bede’s lip curled. Hop was sure he could see the insincerity behind that statement in his eyes and was highly amused by the prospect of annoying him for weeks on end. He had to bite back a snide retort. Give him a chance. Like he hadn’t given him ample chances already – it had been 7 years, and Hop was still unable to warm to him. That had to mean something. They stood for a moment, sizing each other up, before Gloria took Bede’s arm and gestured towards the doorway with her free hand.

“Come on you two,” she insisted, tugging on Bede’s sleeve. “I don’t know about you Bede, but I’m beat. Let’s get some food on and settle in.”

Bede smiled angelically back at her. “Sounds heavenly.” Hop supressed the urge to roll his eyes at that contrived posh accent and dug his hands deeper into his pockets to trail after them towards Postwick.

It was going to be a long month.

***

A/N: Still reeling I actually started this, so out of the game with fanfiction it’s unbelievable, haha. Last time I was posting it was on fanfiction.net and author’s notes were still a thing. Anyways – not sure how far into this I’ll get, but will do my best! Updates will be sporadic because I work full-time and am somewhat rusty with fanfiction and writing in general – but I do adore these characters. Will upload to AO3 (believe that’s where the cool kids hang out nowadays) once I am approved for an account.

And yes, the Poké-nicknames are the same ones I use in-game, hehe.

Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.

[sevenringsblingbling]

Sienna and Colson part 4

Word count: 1,923

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 <3

My favorite thing about Christmas you might ask? The lights. I adore string lights especially the white, they look so beautiful. I had ordered two fifty foot white string lights to hang up all over my apartment not sure if all of it would fit but I didn't care. It was the weekend before Christmas and I still hadn’t solidified any plans. My relationship with my family was strained to say the least. We talked but it wasn't much. Yes i was the “black sheep” and had gotten past all the hurt of it and just wanted to move on with my life. I was still a person regardless if my family felt otherwise. Me and Colson were still a thing. Funny thing is we split up for a bit while months ago. A big blow up over his addiction issue with cocaine. It got so bad that I didn't know what mood he would wake up in. One minute we were good and then the next he would get agitated over the tiniest misunderstanding and we’d have knock down dragouts that his friends would have to break up and it got to be too much. Not only that but I had a battle with it as well.

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3 months ago

“Yeah I definitely think that we should do something about the water crisis in Flint. I mean we can help in some way.” Sienna gulped down the rest of her wine and put the glass down on the coffee table. Rook nodded his head in agreement. Yes sienna was drunk but she meant every word of it. She tends to get philosophical when she’s had a few drinks but her heart was in the right place. The Boulevard was a crowded mess. It was a random house party all the guys decided to throw just because. After all it was Los Angeles on a Friday night what else was there to do? 

Colson sat down next to Sienna and put his arm around her. “What y’all talking about?” He felt a small twinge of jealousy run down his spin. Rook was his brother for life but he hated seeing Sienna talk to anyone of the opposite sex for more than a few minutes and after all he know how men thought. Here was Sienna in a denim skirt that was way too short and and blinged out tube top that showed her nipples. He took a deep breath. “Bro we gotta do something about the water crisis. Its fucked that those people have to drink that dirty ass water. Nobody should have to live like that.” He shook his head in frustration. “You know what you're right Rook but hey this is a party lighten up. We’ll look into this first thing Monday morning though.” He adjusted the chain around his neck. “Rookie how about another drink.” Rook sighed and walked to the kitchen. Sienna turned to Colson. “I've told you about bossing him around. I don’t like it. Short men deserve respect too. I don't see you bossing Baze or Slim like that.” Colson smiled. “Ah he knows i’m just playing with him.” Sienna rolled her eyes. “Yeah whatever.” 

A little while later two sketchy looking white guys walked over to Colson and greeted him. They talked for a bit and walked into the kitchen. Sienna couldn't see much of what was happening because of her drunken haze it was all a blur. Minutes later Colson walked out of the kitchen and disappeared. Sienna shrugged her shoulders not sure where he went. Vibing to the music Sienna got a notification on her phone. Tall babe: quickie? Sienna smiled and shook her head. Hell yes she thought then remembered Oh fuck i’m on my period. She sucked her teeth. Tall babe: upstairs bathroom. She got up and headed to that upstairs bathroom lowkey mad that she couldn’t have sex.

Once I was inside Colson picked me up and tongue kissed me leaving hickeys on my neck. “Damn you smell good. Don't worry about taking the skirt off just bend that sexy ass over.” Before i could protest he turned me around and put his hand on my back. “Wait I can’t babe i'm on my period but really want to.” He sucked his teeth. “Fuck. That sucks. I’m horny as fuck.” He thought for a moment. “Well we could still fuck if you're up for it.” He had that devilish grin on his face. I knew what he was thinking. “Oh no i’m not doing anal.” I shook my head. “I’m so not in the mood right now.” I remember last time and I was sore for days. I don't know how on earth women do that shit on a constant basis. From now on i was only giving up the ass on his birthday. That’s it. 

He bumped two lines off the counter and wiped his nose on his hand. “Well fuck, then...hey you want a bump of this shit, damn its good. ” He laughed. I had tried coke a handful of times and it was a love hate relationship. The high was great and it kept the weight off but I'd end up a sweaty mess that couldn't sleep for days and have paranoia like crazy. I looked at the lines then back up at him. “Colson I don’t know..i..i’m really wanting to stop and i..” He handed me the steel straw. “Hey no pressure but remember last time we got so high we fucked all over the house and you said it was the best orgasms.” I playfully hit his arm. He was right though. Sex on it was everything. Something about it was like fireworks going off inside me.” I bumped one line and instantly felt it hit me like a ton of bricks. I heart beat had turned up, my face went numb and things were suddenly getting lusty. I smiled “one line that's it. Just a little something to spice things up.” I kissed him and threw the straw in the sink. His back hit the door. I just wanted to rip all his clothes off and give it to him from every angle but sadly had to settle on a blow, it would have to do for now. I got down on my knees and unbuckled his pants. He was ecstatic but what guy wouldn’t be.

His dick was rock hard and big. Oh fuck i wish it was inside me like now. There was some precum on the head that i just licked off. He breath quickened. “Baby don’t do that teasing shit you know i hate that.” I smiled. Men can be so impatient. I licked his shaft like it was ice cream. Just making love to it with my tongue. “Mhmm baby fuck that feels incredible. Lift up your shirt let me see those tits.” I pulled one of the strings in the back and the whole thing dropped down my arms to his delight. I sucked him with all my heart and throat. Gagging on it practically cutting off my airways but it was worth it to see the look of pleasure on his face. I was so turned on i felt i was wet and throbbing but dammit i couldn't do anything about it. He grabbed the back of my head and guided me. “God damn. Fuckk you little slut. Gag on it babe.” Panting through his words. “I’m gonna cum soon baby. Don’t stop.” He gripped my hair tighter. I tried to go deeper but throats only have so much room. “I want that cum all over my tongue daddy.” I held out my tongue while he jerked that beautiful dick. “Oh fuck here it comes.” All that white cream landed in my mouth and a little bit on my lower lip. It was truly amazing. 

Colson was panting and breathing hard. “Damn baby that was amazing.” I swallowed all the salty goodness down. My legs felt wobbly as i stood. My shirt still on my floor. “I really wish we could fuck.” The coke had worn off just that quick now i was agitated and fiending for more but I had promised myself just one line. How long had we been in the bathroom? I wasn't sure. Colson took an eight ball out of his pocket and set up more lines while i put my shirt back on. Nope not gonna do it. Nope nope nope. “This shit is so fucking pure. Like damn so good.” He bent down to bump three lines this time and wiped his nose while looking in the mirror. “Here.” He handed me the straw. “Oh no i'm good.” I tried to give it back to him. “Girl you know you want to. It's good shit. Live a little.” I truly wanted to stop but I had this ache to do more. I just wanted to be high again. “No babe we...i promised myself.” There was this voice inside of me saying “Do it. Treat yourself to some more of those powdered donuts. Wouldn't hurt and it's Friday, by Monday this will all be over.” I snapped out of my thoughts. “Hey how about i get a bottle and we can just hang out in the bathroom and have our own lit party right here.”

A few moments later Colson came back with an unopened bottle of tequila. I did the honors and took two gulps. It was strong but i was kinda used to it by now. “Fuck it.” I bumped three lines and took another sip. It felt like hours me and col were in that bathroom a hot sweaty mess. We would take turns bumping and drinking and talking our faces off about everything under the sun. before I knew it, the bag was practically empty. I looked down at my phone it was 4.34am. It was quiet. I wasn't sure if everyone had left or if the party went outside. Just then there was a knock on the door. My paranoid ass thought it might be the cops. “Hey y'all done fucking?” Slim laughed. “Just joking but were thinking about going to ihop y'all down?” We both stood up. “Yeah where is everyone?” Colson asked looking in the mirror making sure he didn't have any residue around his nose. I checked mine too. No one knew I did coke except for Colson it was my..well i guess our dirty little secret. I wasn't sure if anyone had suspected anything. I tried my best to hide it. 

“They're all gone, party died down about an hour ago. Were heading out in fifteen. Hope its not crowded.” We heard Slim’s footsteps get farther away from the door. I cleaned up the counter making sure there was no trace of what we had just done. We fixed ourselves up as to try to not look high. Col hid his much better than I did. My pupils were like saucers, my eyes looked like they were swimming in water. My jaw wanted to rock back and forth. I knew it would ache in the morning. “Babe how do i look?” I did a spin for him. “Umm cute but high.” He laughed at me. “Not funny asshole. Okay so what can i do to bring it down?” I was so high i didn't know how I was going to keep myself together. I adjusted my clothes. “You’ll be fine just take a deep breath.” He reassured me.

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A/N: hey girl heyyy lol. whats the tea? whats the skinny? okay so boom it looks like si has a problem with those donuts. oh lordyy this cant be good right?? let me know what you think. the shorter chapters push out so much faster. editing takes like 20 min. 

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Oi Janis: I've got a great idea Jimmy: Go on Janis: If we have to go on these dates and shit to make it credible, it should at least be profitable, yeah? Janis: gotta get something out of it, aside from being left alone, like Jimmy: you offering to pay me, rich girl? Jimmy: tah very much Janis: Ha, no Janis: should've done that upfront, no hidden costs lad Janis: but apparently, if we go in these places, say its one of our birthdays, we can get free shit Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: free shit like drinks or free shit like a song? Janis: Free like you ain't gonna have to sing for your supper Janis: depends how convincing you reckon you can be Jimmy: Put upon boyfriend out celebrating his spoilt gf's birthday isn't that much of a stretch for me Jimmy: been there, worn the matching coupley t-shirt Janis: How spoilt can I really be if I'm fine with free cake and shit Janis: but alright, be my birthday first Jimmy: the free cake is a bonus on top of all the #goals shit we've been doing before & will keep doing after that we'll talk loudly about in front of our even more put upon server Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Of course Janis: definitely don't get paid enough and tipping kind of goes against what we're doing here, soz Jimmy: If they do a top job with their bit of the performance could always slip 'em Pete's number and see if he'll let 'em in band Jimmy: be classed as the ultimate gift that Janis: nice that your #solidarity extends beyond caffiene based services Janis: dunno who died and made you his manager Jimmy: gutted that you'd have to kill many a groupie to have your go Jimmy: 💔💔💔💔💔 Jimmy: bitter as the CG's cup of the day you, mate Janis: Bitch please Janis: have you seen me Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: and here you are having ideas that'll mean I see more of you Janis: Erm, definitely YOUR idea Jimmy: all these dates were nowt to do with me Jimmy: I don't bother with my real birthday Janis: Nah, idiot Janis: one date Janis: hit as many places as we can Janis: see who can get the best shit Jimmy: and see who voms first Jimmy: but alright Jimmy: I'm in Janis: That's a thing you do? Janis: thanks for the warning, I suppose but not gonna hold back your hair still Jimmy: did you not get the memo about me being Mia protege? I'll resend it's a decent read Jimmy: we got jackets but I can't fit in mine yet #motivation Janis: 😂 Janis: should know she likes to leave me out as much as she thinks about me Janis: treat 'em mean is her whole #mood, obvs Jimmy: but I love to include you Judy 😍😍😍 Jimmy: must've missed that memo myself Janis: Has she not rushed to correct you and stake claims? Janis: Disappointing Jimmy: not til I reach my goal weight, dear Jimmy: multitasking uses more braincells than she's got functioning Janis: 💔💔💔💔💔 Janis: for you or for her, who knows Jimmy: sharesies 💕 Janis: 🤢 Janis: don't trigger me Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: When we doing this then? Janis: When can you Janis: I ain't eat yet Jimmy: gimme like an hour Jimmy: two max Janis: 👍 Janis: where you at or we meeting in town Jimmy: Go buy yourself a badge and party hat Jimmy: I'll meet you there Janis: 😑 Janis: really Jimmy: convincing you said Janis: I know but are we convincing them that I'm 6, like Janis: you want the kids menu you can ask Jimmy: if you wanna swap roles, say the word, Jill Jimmy: I look sexy af in a sash Janis: I'll get you one then Janis: help me win Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: You'll need all the help you can get to beat me Janis: Confident now you've secured a costume Janis: you do you, boy Jimmy: such a #hater you Janis: just a natural-born winner Jimmy: Easy to say Jimmy: We ain't hitting up your daddy's place, rich girl Jimmy: You're gonna have to do something Janis: 🙄 Janis: yeah that was the plan Janis: fake meet the fam is too much Jimmy: 💔🎻💔 Janis: Yeah yeah Jimmy: save your enthusiasm for your fake birthday bash, babe Janis: You could save your tears for when they might get us more freebies too Janis: just so you know Jimmy: I thought you wanted to be the winner Jimmy: make your mind up Janis: I could heroically cheer you up Janis: get with the times Jimmy: am I meant to be crying 'cause you've survived the year 🔪 or 'cause you didn't get any hotter? 👵💕 Janis: Do you wanna survive the meal, darling Janis: that's the real question Jimmy: if the food's better than the company, might do Janis: 🖕 Janis: why I should be crying Janis: just need to be convincingly dating Janis: not old married couple Janis: much to your disappointment, I know Jimmy: yeah I've got the full orchestra playing as we speak Janis: Gonna stick with my workout playlist if it's all the same to you Jimmy: 🤤 Janis: I'm sure Janis: Like you said, those calories don't purge themselves Jimmy: Mhmm, we don't need to fake date so hard you get fat, that's #goals for nobody Janis: You ain't that fake special, babe Janis: 💔 Jimmy: Too soon for a food baby vs fake pregnancy guessing game either so keep at it with the workouts, girl Janis: You're trying to give the wrong twin a complex, boy Janis: works dead good on her though, if you wanna change your mind on how interested you are Jimmy: she free in an hour or two? Janis: ask her Jimmy: hang on then Janis: no need Janis: in the clear if you've changed your mind Jimmy: damn she's washing Mia's hair Jimmy: 💔💔 Jimmy: you'll have to do Janis: not the first time she's let me down Janis: s'alright Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: How fancy are the restaurants we're hitting? Jimmy: [sends pic of what he's wearing with a 👍 on one hand and a 👎 on the other like yay or nay] Janis: Not Janis: so 👍 Janis: can leave the tux in the cleaners, like Jimmy: another night slumming it, eh?  can leave your 🐎 at home too then, sweetheart Janis: not setting up the world's shittest joke, tah Janis: 🐎🍻 Jimmy: You'd need a sense of humor for that Jimmy: and a better venue 🍽 doesn't have the same #bants Janis: I'll laugh at all your 'jokes' when there's people around to hear Janis: not exclusive to fake relationships that's just standard, burst your bubble Jimmy: 😍💕😍😍💕 Janis: Ugh, you're keen Jimmy: you had me at freebies 💘 Jimmy: just a poor boy pretending to love a girl over here Janis: asking her to pretend love him back Janis: seen the film, got the memo Jimmy: clocking up all the hours you won't get back you Janis: Obviously Janis: hoping god's keeping track Jimmy: you gonna make me say grace over the 🍞🍷 Jimmy: 'cause we established your sister ain't free even for 3 times and a mirror Janis: Maybe Janis: actually have to take this serious then Janis: do your homework, kid Jimmy: bubble bursting's your fave but I'll be the one to tell you he ain't #real if you need 🎅 too Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Janis: Is for rich kids, ain't you heard Janis: #blessed ain't just a # babe Jimmy: you'd know Janis: exactly Jimmy: tah for the inside scoop on what I coulda had, mate Janis: you seem very interested Janis: keep bringing it up so Janis: welcome Jimmy: in your 💰💰💰 yeah, I am Jimmy: gonna ask you to fake marry me asap Janis: soz, don't actually need a beard Jimmy: better not drop the 💍 in your dinner later then Jimmy: 👌 Janis: don't be discouraged Janis: plenty of others left Jimmy: 🙏🙏 Jimmy: lucky me Jimmy: You're right, Jenna, #blessed ain't just a # Janis: I know Janis: keep up Jimmy: 🏃 Janis: could use it Janis: new boy shine won't last forever Jimmy: 🤞 Jimmy: won't need you then Janis: 🤞 Janis: let's hope so or you'll have to think of a way to make this worthwhile Jimmy: so romantic and so threatening 💕 Janis: that's me Jimmy: 😍 Janis: Idiot Jimmy: Save the sweet talk Janis: You're gonna have to do better Jimmy: nowt better than your pillowtalk baby Janis: 😂 Janis: you wish Jimmy: I ain't wishing for owt but 🎂 Jimmy: I've not ate either Janis: you at work Jimmy: nah Jimmy: I opened Janis: bummer Janis: could've started off the freebies unofficial, like Jimmy: full of good ideas you Jimmy: you ain't tasted most of the shit in the cabinet though 💀💀💀 Janis: I ain't scared, boy Jimmy: weren't a challenge Janis: 🤷 Janis: boring Jimmy: piss off Janis: alright Janis: in a bit then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [during] Janis: socials are popping off Janis: 💪 Jimmy: 🏆 Jimmy: do my victory lap now, like Janis: stop by the bar on your way then Janis: 🥃 is empty Jimmy: [does but let's say he's talked his way into some kind of 🍸freebie so he's 😏] Janis: can't stop winning, like Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt girl Janis: lemme taste it first Janis: usually more sugar than booze Jimmy: I didn't make it, June, I blagged it Janis: letdown Janis: leave it off socials that there's an end to your talents, obvs Jimmy: leave it out Jimmy: I'll make you one in a bit if you're 💔 Janis: cool it tom cruise Janis: it's alright Jimmy: I know you ain't gutted I ain't that short Janis: [is 😏] Janis: true, way too many nice points in ignoring that and getting with you anyway Janis: not trying to be sainted for my new rep Jimmy: yeah yeah 😈 you Jimmy: [a flirty look cos we all know what's up] Janis: [returns it duh even if you're drinking that drink faster now] Janis: got to that point in the date have we Jimmy: [nods to whoever is coming to clear the plates as if he planned that but obvs didn't] Jimmy: might as well milk our last chances before we're onto the next Jimmy: 💕 Janis: [just a look like mhmm] Janis: go on then Janis: I'll go freshen up or whatever it is I'm meant to do and you try get us some doggy bags or something Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: [leans across the table & said plates which are being cleared to kiss her like they are one of those obliviously loved up couples] Janis: [being that bitch like sorry but not when you get up to go like the poor waitress is meant to be #invested 'cos you also know the type, least they are actually cute but still] Jimmy: [clearly does score something for them cos this place is extra if they giving out 🍸] Janis: I'm coming back 'cos any longer they'll think I'm taking a dump Janis: not very goals Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: time to move along anyway, my dear Janis: [comes back and has taken her hair down to show she's been doing 'freshening' 'cos I wanna ha] Jimmy: [when she looks really fucking good so he's trying not to stare at her & basically throws the freebies at her cos] Janis: [walking away lads heist of the century] Janis: s'alright, giving me your jacket is probably a bit cliche, like Jimmy: my jacket ain't got nowt you can eat in the pockets Jimmy: [waves a 🚬 at her tho cos is in there & asking if she wants] Janis: [does] Janis: you a feeder or just trying to 💀 me now Jimmy: You'll have to pay to unlock my kinks Jimmy: [lights her up though cos never can stop himself] Janis: [does a little amused lol] Janis: just saying, solid out with Mia and co Jimmy: Tah, I'll run with it Jimmy: had to break up with you 'cause you're too 💪 and won't over-eat for me Jimmy: 💔💔🎻🎻💔 Janis: and you're short and have a complex Janis: cool Jimmy: and you fancy Cruise and wish I was Jimmy: soz babe Jimmy: should've twigged when your idea of netflix and chill was so him heavy Janis: Not only are you tryna make me fat, it's you who's stopping me wearing heels Janis: out of order, tbh babe Jimmy: nobody's believing you wanna wear heels Jimmy: platform trainers maybe Janis: that's the whole point of this init Janis: new year new me 💁💯 Jimmy: [does a 🙄] Janis: See Janis: total Napolean, you Jimmy: You wish Jimmy: so thirsty for midgets you Janis: makes fake dating you easier, yeah Jimmy: [playfully shoves her as he pulls her into the next place] Janis: [maybe there's a bit of a queue so they have to stand there and wait and be gross and couply in the doorway for all to see, just leaning on him casually] Jimmy: [yeah cos then he can play with her hair when he's kissing her etc which you know is a mood since she took it down] Janis: [should defs be the place that ain't having it after waiting] Jimmy: [agreed but they ain't that mad secretly cos this wait is fun 😏] Janis: ok this waitress is immune to charm Janis: we're bailing before the bill Jimmy: yours Jimmy: if I'd have done it you'd be tucking into a sundae with a sparkler by now Janis: your delusions ain't making me feel better Jimmy: your whinging ain't doing owt for me, funnily enough Jimmy: let's do one Janis: I'm ordering the most expensive dessert on this menu first Jimmy: it'll take ages to show up Jimmy: their customer service is for shit Janis: wanna go complain to their manager, babe Janis: let it hit the table first, I'm not eating food that's been gobbed in for you Jimmy: not one of your kinks? I'll only spit in your mouth if you really annoy me then Janis: yeah try it Janis: dickhead Jimmy: I'll be outside Jimmy: find me when you're done Janis: really Jimmy: there's no need to be #goals in here Jimmy: [leaves the table without a word like a rude hoe but we know you're gonna be back cos will be ages lol] Janis: are you trying to dash and leave me with the bill Jimmy: would that be the bill you said you're bailing on? Janis: yeah but are you bailing on me first Janis: that's such bad manners Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: I've gone outside not home Janis: just 'cos you know I can run faster than you Janis: if you need a headstart, just say Jimmy: 'cause I'm still hungry, nowt to do with you, girl Janis: then come in and order something Janis: we ain't paying, remember Janis: go big Jimmy: I can't read, remember Jimmy: too northern Jimmy: order for me Janis: you sure? Janis: no need to be goals in here and pretend I know your taste so well Jimmy: not up for this specific challenge? Jimmy: losing it, mate Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Janis: Shut up Janis: I'll do it Jimmy: 😘 Janis: also you owe me 🚬 Jimmy: Come here then Janis: I'm patiently waiting for your food Jimmy: You've got time Jimmy: [waves at her from outside like come on] Janis: [shrugs like alright 'cos why not, feeling like a fool sat there anyway] Jimmy: [watching her come to him lowkey like 😏] Janis: ['it'll fall out' in ref to the 🚬 in his mouth] Jimmy: [lights her cos will until the day they both quit just facts] Janis: [nods like cheers] Jimmy: [keeping an eye out for the food they not gonna pay for 'cause looking at her would mean a LOOK and he's already done one earlier] Janis: ['Hope you're as hungry as you say you are'] Jimmy: [on his phone now like a rude hoe like we know he's checking on the kids but Janis don't 'Starved' cos lbr probably is thanks Ian you slack bitch] Janis: [when you're mad but you aren't gonna say you're mad lmao] Jimmy: [🚬 & texting looking like the rudest bitch ever when really you're promising Cass & Bobby cake cos they deserve that] Janis: ['Popular?' bit rude to say it like a question but you know he ain't] Jimmy: ['You said it, our posts are. I've got new boy and birthday boy shine combined, tah for that'] Janis: ['Frees you for your actual' shrugs 'who doesn't like free shit, come on'] Jimmy: [still glued to his phone 'Could be anywhere by then but if Mia and Co are still stalking, I'll keep the lie going, highkey for highkey'] Janis: [shrugs, 'they are pretty committed' and puts her 🚬 out on the wall as she goes back in] Jimmy: [follows her in after ignoring her cos I love a mixed signal] Janis: [food should still not be there for awks] Jimmy: [100%] Jimmy: [doodling cos art hoe forever, this time on the condensation on his glass with a finger] Janis: [pours salt on the table and draws noughts and crosses grid 'cos this place sucks so can be as messy as you wanna] Jimmy: [smiles when he notices cos that nerd & takes his go as ✖] Janis: [tie #1] Janis: [Janis win] Janis: [Jimmy win Janis: [Food finally arriving and my vibe was out of his comfort zone but something swag 'cos knows food] Jimmy: [gives a look like wtf & is ready to hate it obvs & be moody but tastes it & its clearly good so unlucky] Janis: [😏] Jimmy: [flicks a spoonful at her cos not tryna start a full fight cos wants to eat it but 😒] Janis: [#outraged and gets some cream from her sundae and puts it on his nose] Jimmy: [when you scrape it off and then lick your finger in a saucy manner] Janis: [When you look bemused like 'thought we weren't putting on a show?'] Jimmy: [gives her a look like 'practice makes perfect' and then gets them to recreate it for the 'gram] Janis: ['Alright, highkey for highkey' at least you get to be 'fake' into it for the 'gram] Jimmy: [when you're so into it 'for the story' hahahaha] Janis: have you done this before? Jimmy: eaten whatever the fuck this is? Not up north, Jasmine Janis: 🙄 Janis: dined and dashed, genius Jimmy: haven't you? Janis: I asked you, boy Janis: but no Janis: who wants to be that rich girl cliche Jimmy: it's a poor lad necessity Jimmy: beg, borrow or steal your pastry based 5 a day Janis: You can take the lead then and we don't have to call it a head start or nothing Jimmy: we can call it handholding you through rich girl, 'cause that's what it is Janis: Leave now if you wanna be patronizing Janis: it ain't hard Jimmy: Go freshen up and use your athletic skills to leave out the window Jimmy: won't be hard for you Janis: Say bye now then Janis: ✌ Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [run bitch run] Jimmy: [likewise do your thing boyyy] Jimmy: piss easy when you know how Janis: alright Janis: it was fun but only 'cos they deserved it Janis: where'd you end up? Jimmy: so moral you 🙏😇🙏 Jimmy: [location which is right by the next place they should hit but he's always lost lol] ?? Janis: you already knew me and the big man were tight Janis: right, go in the pub like a few buildings down Janis: be there soon Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: missing you already 💕😍😘 Janis: 😂 Janis: drown your sorrows, babe Jimmy: 🍻 sláinte Janis: Look at you Janis: practically native Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: depressive drinking is what unites us all, tbh Jimmy: 😂 Janis: [showing up, let us assume she ran in the opposite direction] Jimmy: [when yet again you have to stop yourself looking at the cute bae but at least you got the drinks in so you can shove that at her] Janis: [IRL sláinte] Jimmy: [clink them glasses kids] Janis: [a snap/story moment if ever there was] Jimmy: [just cos she wants to make him say 🍀 with his accent lol] Janis: [still loling tbh] Jimmy: [when you then notice some food in her hair from when you flicked it at her so you get it out and there's a shameless moment] Janis: ['can't take you anywhere, like'] Jimmy: ['can fake it everywhere, though'] Janis: ['wow, pop that on your tinder'] Jimmy: [gives her an IRL 👍] Janis: [literal shaking of head, hopefully you dislodge any other food lol] Jimmy: [not into your drink tho that'd be grim] Janis: ['d'ya move 'round lots then?'] Jimmy: [his turn to shake his head 'I was born in the house we lived in before my dad dragged us here'] Janis: ['what makes you so sure you'll be off again then?' a gloriously blunt bitch lmao] Jimmy: ['got to that bit of the date now, have we?' cos word thief & gives her the same look she gave him too but a bit more 😒 cos its him] Janis: ['You'd prefer we were back playing footsie, like?'] Jimmy: [lols cos lbr yeah he would] Janis: [get a round in b] Jimmy: [they should get free shots which they then 'gram/snap for the brag] Janis: ['You're keeping up alright, lad'] Jimmy: ['You said it yourself, it ain't just you Paddys that handle their drink'] Janis: ['Not coming for your pride, but you can spare the sob story, like; 'less you wanna make it an actual story'] Jimmy: ['So chatty you. Unlocked a Juliet kink without even trying there, like' taking shots like its his job] Janis: [Punches him in the arm but gentle-ish please] Jimmy: [is all like 'oi!' so offended & playful shove & messes her hair up cos can't hit her can you lad] Janis: ['knew it'd all end in tears' and fake wipes his eyes to show his, obvs] Jimmy: [when its a playfight but also a moment cos we see how flirty af this is getting guys] Janis: [gonna have to get another punter/bartender to say something so y'all stop 'cos] Jimmy: 💀💀💀 Janis: I know Janis: I KO'd you Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You made a holy show of yourself girl, what would Jesus say? 😱😱 Janis: He likes 'em feisty Jimmy: code for down with a toe in the mouth that Janis: [lols] Janis: That's blasphemy Jimmy: let him KO me then Jimmy: you missed your chance, mate Janis: If you're asking to get hit by lightning, wait 'til I'm gone Janis: not going down with you, mate Jimmy: So fake Juliet 💔💔💔 Jimmy: am gonna cry now, like Janis: Poor boy Janis: you didn't get the memo Jimmy: You know I can't read Jimmy: 😭😭😭😭 Janis: I'll get you an audible account as a parting gift Jimmy: tah Jimmy: that really softens the blow of you going Janis: mhmm Janis: listen to all the great love stories you like Jimmy: [is literally graffiting their initials in a love heart somewhere rn excuse him] Jimmy: You're the great romantic, load up my queue so I know it's real 💕 Janis: [just 😏] Janis: sure Mia comes here all the time, like Janis: can see it now Jimmy: I get that vibe from her Janis: packet of pork scratchings and she's yours Janis: deffo Jimmy: 🤤 Janis: [ripping up a beer-mat] Janis: she don't do boyfriends, you know Janis: you should just bang her, keep the others away Jimmy: [does vomming sounds dramatically] Jimmy: she'd be into that but I don't wanna know her kinks either Janis: [shrugs but is shamelessly pleased] Jimmy: [throws some of the beer mat pieces up like confetti] Janis: Subtle Jimmy: [is 😏] Janis: Maybe you can change her, boy Janis: [making casual mosaic with some pieces] Jimmy: I owed you a 🚬 not a life changing favour Jimmy: [takes a pic of it cos art hoe] Janis: would it kill you Janis: come on Janis: wife her Jimmy: might do Janis: I'm willing to take that risk Jimmy: if I wanted to get married underage I'd have stayed with my ex Jimmy: claimed her kid Janis: [does 😬 face] Jimmy: [drinking away the mems] Janis: [awkward drinking] Janis: reckon that's worth more free drinks, I'll go see Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [does and succeeds, this place is obvs about them] Jimmy: [more drinking] Janis: did you think it was yours for a bit Jimmy: [gives her a look like oh okay are we still on this] Janis: [puts hands up like sorry and is genuinely] Jimmy: [shakes his head though cos no he didn't it was obvs that friend of her dad's #goals ] Janis: [nods but doesn't comment 'cos you know lesson learnt] Jimmy: [does another cheers glasses clink cos thanks for dropping it] Janis: 🍻 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: [just on ya phone, reading the comments] Janis: think we're splitting couples up left and right with our #goals Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: [shows her a Mia 'birthday' message in his dms with the most disgusted facial expression anyone has ever worn] Janis: 🤢 Janis: Disappointing Janis: I thought her chat would be better Jimmy: Why? Janis: 'cos she's rode bare lads Janis: gotta be some reason Jimmy: she don't do boyfriends, there's one Janis: Shoulda opened with that Jimmy: Common knowledge, there's no need Jimmy: 🍆🐍 Janis: how dare you 🐍 shame her Jimmy: [little lol] Jimmy: You wanna reply to her? Jimmy: [throws his phone to her like] Janis: [raises eyebrow like 'risky' but challenge accepted duh] Jimmy: [drinks while she works her magic on that] Janis: [when you make it obvious it's you 'cos omg phone trust lol] Jimmy: [when you put your head on her shoulder so you can read it even though you could just wait until she's done, we see you boy] Janis: [takes selfie to send too] Jimmy: [suck it Mia] Janis: [looking so couply without even trying lmao] Jimmy: [when his phone rings and they lowkey shit themselves cos love to ruin a moment but its Ian so he ain't answering it begone bitch] Janis: [when you know all about ignoring 'rents so standard] Jimmy: [ooh let's say there's a table football table like in sims so they can play] Janis: [when you forget and are just having a good time now] Jimmy: [#mood] Janis: [let the boy win] Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 😒 Janis: fluke Jimmy: play me again and I'll beat you again, babe 🥇 Janis: [sticks tongue out 'cos mature] Jimmy: [her tongue is whatever lurid colour the shots were so 📷 cos nerd] Janis: Insult to injury Jimmy: nah look it's #art Janis: [🙄] Jimmy: [sends it to her but has done some artsy shit to it] Jimmy: 🎨🎨🎨🎨 Janis: Look less cringe than the cake social, I suppose Jimmy: so complimentary you Janis: you really got that temperament, yeah? Janis: no one's doubting you maestro Jimmy: answered your own question there, girl Janis: get you a beret too Janis: when I go Janis: sorted Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [goes to get more drinks even if he has to pay for them, you gonna be wasted lads ayyyy] Janis: [when grace is probably hitting you up for deets, everyone getting ignored lowkey] Janis: get shots whilst you're up there Jimmy: [does and they a different colour for the fun] Jimmy: 💔 we'd get booted out for body shots, the fans would've loved it Janis: can call it a hate crime Janis: 🌈 Janis: you're just being a good ally Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: with that foolproof excuse, we've got none not to do it then Janis: [a look] Jimmy: [returned obvs as he's taking off his doughnut sweatshirt which isn't thank you cos not a fashion mood] Janis: [a moment] Jimmy: [downing the rest cos you know when you take your tshirt off and do this you're gonna get thrown out and not cos you need dutch courage for this moment nope] Janis: [another pub you can't go back to lads] Jimmy: [setting his phone up cos its only for the 'gram/snap guys duh] Janis: [obvs, deffo need to go this hard] Jimmy: [like on the one hand yes cos fuck you Mia but also you really don't] Jimmy: [doing the thing when you maintain eye contact the whole time you take your top off & get in position somehow I'd fall over & die so call me offended boy] Janis: [Just trying not to look like you're looking and getting down to business] Jimmy: [at least he can pretend how shamelessly into it he is is only for the recording but bitch we know you ain't acting that well] Janis: [no taking your top off for insta or for this pub so just give him that collarbone sharpish like Jimmy: [when that's hotter though so bye] Janis: [you're welcome everyone but also buhbye] Jimmy: [when you gotta run again but this time together awwh] Janis: [such a mood, end up in a park, blatantly] Jimmy: [yaaaaaaas drunk and alone in a park is our fave] Janis: [just laying on the grass, it's April, it's fine] Jimmy: [we all know he should go home but he's right there next to her instead] Janis: [actually looking at him, what is she thinking, who knows] Jimmy: [looking back cos of course he is] Janis: [makes a face to break the tension] Jimmy: [throws some grass at her cos always throwing things at her] Janis: [grass fight like you ain't alone who's gonna stop first idiots] Jimmy: [we can have his phone stop them cos let's say a text from Cass so he wouldn't ignore it & also that looks really sketchy like imma just stop flirting immediate to look at my phone] Janis: [silently fuming and gets up to go on the swing or something] Jimmy: [stays put texting & 🚬] Janis: [when you should just leave but you ain't] Jimmy: [when you go over and put your jacket over her shoulders but bitch it ain't cold you just needed an excuse to be there] Janis: want me to snap it or what Jimmy: [when you just blink & shrug cos you weren't even thinking about or like that] Janis: [when you gesture that you wanna twos on the 🚬] Jimmy: [sitting on the swing next to hers so you can pass it back & forth & you do] Janis: [just swinging as one does] Jimmy: [oh so casual just sneaking looks at her like] Janis: ['What?'] Jimmy: ['What?'] Janis: [😑 and swinging higher like fine] Jimmy: [this boy ain't even swinging he's obvs too 😎] Janis: [jumping off and wobbling 'cos if you weren't dizzy before] Jimmy: [if you don't hold her up boy who tf are you] Janis: [swatting him away like oi] Jimmy: [stepping away soooooooo dramatically] Janis: [when you're like 'Imma go for a run' like no] Jimmy: [a look like wtf] Jimmy: ['calm it down, pisshead' tryna steer her back to the swing to sit like shh] Janis: ['why?'] Jimmy: [Raising both eyebrows at her & sitting her down like ummm 'Why can't you go running late at night after shit loads of shots?'] Janis: [looks at him like um yes] Jimmy: [shakes his head but in an amused way this time] Jimmy: 💀💀💀 Jimmy: there's your answer Janis: ['I can handle myself, boy, you go home if you're scared'] Jimmy: [when you're just standing there holding the chains of her swing so it stays still 'If I wanted to go home I'd be there'] Janis: [trying to swing 'cos can't be tamed, 'where do you wanna go then?'] Jimmy: [when you're standing even closer like if you wanna swing you're gonna have to kick me bitch but you're trying not to smile now cos she cute & stubborn 'where are you going?'] Janis: [when you jokingly aim for the crotch but obvs don't #justgirlythings 'very goals; but rude as you're holding me park hostage'] Jimmy: [extending a hand like on you go don't let me stop you babe but v amused] Janis: [gets up with purpose but just standing even closer to him like challenging like now what boy] Jimmy: [when you pick up your jacket up off the floor cos it weren't on her properly so wouldn't have necessarily stayed when she jumped off before & put it back round her shoulders but your hands stay there just lingering cos] Janis: ['do me up then' just moving his hands to the buttons/zip or whatever like you can't do it yourself/you need to] Jimmy: [casually dressing the bae nbd such a moment] Janis: [does another jump to show it's staying on now] Jimmy: [lifts her hair out cos you just wanna touch it always bye but then you calm the fuck down & do an 👌 IRL cos all set] Janis: [does it back with a lol like okay dork] Jimmy: [tells her to piss off but is smiling] Janis: ['no'] Jimmy: [when you have to go back to the swing and sit because you can't address that no and what it might mean] Janis: ['want me to push you?' and is coming over like obvs you do lol] Jimmy: ['do you wanna?' cos always a question] Janis: [just starts in response] Jimmy: [don't go too hard tho him vomming ain't a mood lol] Janis: [when you just lol like what the fuck are we doing rn and stop, going to lie down again] Jimmy: [when you say you should go but lie with her instead cos obvs] Janis: [turn on your side and look at him 'go on then'] Jimmy: [getting comfy on the ground really close to her like you never said it] Janis: [puts head on his shoulder 'cos throwback to earlier] Jimmy: [when you do a happy sigh but you don't realize you even did] Janis: ['I might just stay out, like, not that bad when it's not freezing or pissing it down' 'cos a bitch never wants to be home] Jimmy: [getting even closer to her cos same tbh 'here?' cos he ain't know places] Janis: [looks around 'cos she's really pondering like a nerd 'it's a pretty good spot, you don't wanna be in the centre of town but you don't wanna be in the middle of nowhere either so, yeah, here would work'] Jimmy: ['Alright' cos lbr anywhere's better than home] Janis: [nods like that's that then] Jimmy: [the awkward moment when you promised your siblings cake & now you ain't coming back rude bitch but he's drunk he aint thinking] Janis: ['You gonna get cold, though?' when you're unbuttoning the jacket like it's big enough to wrap around you both] Jimmy: [buttoning it back up on her like its a speed game lol cos priorities gotta look after the bae, goes without saying that you're northern we don't need to say it boy] Janis: ['Don't let anyone see how badly you want me to keep my clothes on, boy'] Jimmy: [such a genuine lol 'I want you to keep MY clothes on, girl, that's goals'] Janis: [is like valid and snuggles into the jacket/his side more] Jimmy: [when you do the thing where you rub up and down her arms like she's so cold but it's just so you can keep them there after and basically hug because you're a soft boy] Janis: [just allowing it even though you're so #confused like what are we] Jimmy: [king of the mixed message] Janis: ['Jimmy?] Jimmy: ['What?' but in a soft way not like ???!! aggressively] Janis: ['Are we mates now?'] Jimmy: ['do you wanna be mates?'] Janis: ['Come on, answer my question' and punches his arm like before but more gentle] Jimmy: [is giving her a LOOK 'answer my question'] Janis: [quiet af 'why do I have to be the one?'] Jimmy: ['Why are you asking?'] Janis: ['cos I wanna know' gives him a look like duh, that's how questions usually work but it's playful not rude] Jimmy: [Gives her a look like well there's your answer of why you should answer me] Janis: [makes ugh noise 'cos awkward egg but drunk enough to do it so now or never 'well, yeah, you're alright, you know'] Jimmy: [is 😏 smug bitch 'you're less of a dickhead when you drink an' all'] Janis: ['fuck off, dickhead' pushes away] Jimmy: ['no' cos his turn for that] Janis: ['why d'ya think I didn't wanna go first'] Jimmy: [gives her a look as if to say if you wanna be mates you're gonna need thicker skin] Janis: [🙄 like oh please] Jimmy: [returning that eye roll] Janis: ['how dare you' rolling away like okay girl lmao] Jimmy: [gets up like he's gonna go but we know he ain't even] Janis: ['I want more drink' opening her phone like what's nearby lads] Jimmy: [we know he's gonna follow her anywhere] Janis: [just looking at him from where he is] Jimmy: [when he walks back over to 'help her up' which is the most thinly veiled excuse yet boy she don't need you like that she's stronger than you] Janis: [allows it again 'cos you wanna be near him rn even though that cleared up so little lol] Jimmy: [when you haven't let go of her hand after & are just messing around with her fingers but being gentle af like stop being so blatant but also don't ever] Janis: [thumb war obvs] Jimmy: [she should so win we all know he's distracted] Janis: [get to be the 😏 one now] Jimmy: ['where to then?' cos shamelessly change the subject/distract her from the win] Janis: ['Depends, are you gonna get us kicked out again?' and a LOOK 'Maybe I could just get someone to go in and buy us a bottle'] Jimmy: ['Have you checked the view count?' cos obvs that's the only reason he'd do something we see you boy ugh. 'Maybe I could steal us one' with a look cos always up for the challenge we know] Janis: [shakes head 'walk and talk, boy then walk the talk after you've shown me' when you wanna see 'cos shamelessly a mood and a moment we all know] Jimmy: [we strutting] Janis: [when both their phones must be blowing up constant rn] Jimmy: [you know he drunk cos he's totally ignoring his] Janis: ['you really gonna stay out or what?'] Jimmy: ['are you?'] Janis: ['course, I've done worse'] Jimmy: ['Yeah? What've you done, rich girl?' when you're not even taking the piss you just wanna know and also flirt] Janis: [nudges him whilst they walk 'You don't even wanna know'] Jimmy: ['I just asked' nudges her back 'you don't want me to know'] Janis: ['Oh, now he knows how questions work' but smiles not being confrontational with it, then shakes her head 'nah, the more salacious gossip you can spread about me post fake breakup the better, make me sound mega slaggy, standard'] Jimmy: ['Oh the old northern lad is well thick gag' reaches out like he's gonna shake her hand well done but likewise isn't being a dick for once, shakes his head too because hasn't thought about this being over yet but already don't wanna thank you] Janis: [lols genuinely and shakes his hand like the nerds they are, all the lingering always] Jimmy: ['You're alright too, you know'] Janis: ['Thanks' when you say it in the best nbd way you can but you mean it] Jimmy: [adjusting your jacket on her cos TOUCH boy I can't with you stop] Janis: ['you gonna let me keep it?' 'cos if you don't joke rn like what will happen] Jimmy: ['Need a new jacket, do you?'] Janis: ['If I did, I'd steal one, or get daddy's credit card out, wouldn't I' taps his head like remember 'it's #goals ain't it'] Jimmy: ['There's your answer then, ain't it?'] Janis: ['Yeah, but we can just fake it, obviously'] Jimmy: [a v helpful shrug] Janis: ['let's try and buy it first, I don't need garda after me, or me getting in shit with your da, like'] Jimmy: ['my dad ain't bought or bothered about my clothes since I started school, reckon you'll be alright, mate'] Janis: ['I mean the drink, you donut, where am I getting fashion at this time of night? Keep up'] Jimmy: [does a little 'run' to 'keep up' cos he's a nerd throwback to the runner emoji when she said it before but looks back at her seriously cos challenge accepted and he can do it & gonna prove that asap] Janis: [is just loling at the whole charade, what are y'all doing] Jimmy: [when he's like omg you're soooo slow as an excuse to drag her along by the damn hand MORE TOUCH we see you] Janis: 'Boy, you said I couldn't run, make up your mind, like' tutting and smh dramatically] Jimmy: ['I didn't reckon on you only having the two speeds, did I, dickhead?'] Janis: ['You just don't wanna lose, which you would'] Jimmy: ['I don't wanna be vommed on which I would 'cause you would'] Janis: ['Psh, baby; I'm no amateur, alright'] Jimmy: ['you got dizzy off a swing, alright. Leave it out, pisshead'] Janis: [😒 'you are rude'] Jimmy: [does the facial expression equivalent of the sarcastic 💔] Janis: [is now being really slow to be annoying] Jimmy: [knows & fireman lifts her over his shoulder because problem solved] Janis: ['I get it, you 'DON'T' wanna be vommed on, kink unlocked. Also drop me and die.'] Jimmy: ['throw up down my back and I'm dumping you, Joanna'] Janis: ['stop talking about puke or I might'] Jimmy: [when you just walking and carrying the bae you gonna feel this tomorrow boy you're not strong] Janis: [what a sight like hey world lmao] Jimmy: [at least she's not a dress wearing bitch that'd be worse] Janis: [didn't have to go that hard for these establishments lol] Jimmy: [put her down boy ffs but we know he won't unless she actually did feel sick] Janis: [tapping his back when they get near a shop like okay act sober and mature now lol] Jimmy: [thank god we're not letting that doughnut top be a thing haha] Janis: [a lewk] Jimmy: [we all know he's stealing shit to impress the bae #facts] Janis: [just loitering outside, looking so nonchalant] Jimmy: [god bless] Janis: 🍀 Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 🍾? Jimmy: you don't wanna put much of an order in then Jimmy: 👑🐎💰 Janis: I don't think they sell ponies in there Janis: maybe in a readymeal but I'm alright, tah Jimmy: 😂 Janis: 😏 Janis: I'm hilarious, I know Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: gonna have to stop laughing at you or you won't fit in frame to #pose with me Jimmy: brought this on yourself, bighead Janis: Are you calling me FAT?!?!! Janis: 😱😭💔 Jimmy: Am I registered blind? Janis: Don't make me say that'd explain your fashion sense Janis: trying so hard not to be funny here Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: 😘 Jimmy: I get it, you miss me Jimmy: Hang on Janis: Yeah, let's go with that Janis: not that I want the bottle or nothing Jimmy: And your plan is to fight me for it, yeah? Jimmy: alright Jimmy: playing nice is fake even for us Janis: Can't decide if kink unlocked or you're just that stupid Janis: 🤔 Jimmy: if yours is insulting lads you're deffo not that into me Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Janis: fake dating is a fate worse than the friendzone, mate Jimmy: not how you do it baby 💕 Jimmy: [comes out cos how long do you need to be in there like, bought 🚬s so its less suss and throws the pack at her cos always throwing shit at the bae] Janis: [good thing she's sporty so she can catch lmao, taking one out immediately 'cos standard, 'where to?'] Jimmy: [takes the mystery bottle out, opens it & takes a swig, giving her a look like you tell me cos don't know where to go & always gets lost lol] Janis: [🙄 but nice so 😏 too, pondering 'we really committing to drinking in the park as well as sleeping there, like' shakes her head like what is life] Jimmy: [swaps the bottle for her 🚬 cos sharing is caring bitch, you could've just got your own but alright be gay] Janis: [walking and dranking and smoking 'cos living your best life obvs] Jimmy: [#goals] Janis: [doing that thing where you keep shoulder bumping each other as you walk Jimmy: [always gotta be touching we see you both] Janis: [back at the park, get under that slide/climbing frame moment 'cos shelter/privacy] Jimmy: [doodling another JJ heart under there like he did earlier but like nobody's seeing it you blatant nerd] Janis: [love that for you, 'they let you do foam art at CG?'] Jimmy: [shows her pics on the CG insta of the hipster bullshit they do, like if we wanna call that art] Janis: [nods like fairplay] Jimmy: [don't worry boy you can live your best art hoe life at the next place but for now he gives her the sharpie so she can write/draw something if she want] Janis: ['no pressure' 😏 but pondering 5eva with the pen in your mouth like a cute ass hoe] Jimmy: [sneaky 😍 cos she's so cute bye] Janis: [draws the hearteyes emoji then does some graf slagging of Mia and co for the lols] Jimmy: [then he draws a skeleton with daggers coming from the eyes cos dats Mia's reaction to the heart eyes] Janis: [lols and draws a herd of sad cows behind her for the squad] Jimmy: [adds like you know when its a ufo and the beam stereotypically but it's a coffee cup with coffee spilling out if you get me] Janis: [draws him in the ufo/coffee cup window like hey] Jimmy: [lols cos the little him & adds her running away with a smoothie in hand but obvs blowing him a kiss as she goes with the other cos] Jimmy: [when you're just passing the pen & bottle between you how coupley af] Janis: [tries to look unamused but fails, draws an OTT sexy Pete with his arms open waiting for her] Jimmy: [tries not to look jealous af but is 😒 cos drunk & no way to control it but draws the band mates in a van HONKING at Pete like get in loser we're famous & changes the open arms to waving bye with dem movement lines haha] Janis: [draws broken heart emoji over her chest and puts devil horns on him and an evil laugh bubble] Jimmy: [draws a little orchestra like the instruments with legs chasing her and one of them has an umbrella open cos there's a sad raincloud over her head now] Janis: [draws her hair even crazier 'cos rain and puts some headphones on 'cos can't hear you beech and does like dust clouds behind her 'cos can't catch me either] Jimmy: [draws a horse shitting money just behind her following cos always taking the piss that she has one] Janis: [draws one of the cows tryna hand him loads of money 'cos grace soz gurl] Jimmy: [puts a ✖ through Grace how rude] Janis: [puts a question mark next to the extra tall one like hmm] Jimmy: [turns it into a little 🐍] Janis: [turns one of the other cows into a skeleton cow with heart eyes like pls] Jimmy: [draws the gun thing they use to kill cows in an abattoir coming for the Mia cow] Janis: [draws a burger that looks so mad to be a burger about to be nommed by a really fat person] Jimmy: [draws a pie next to it waiting to be eaten cos #northern bants] Janis: [draws angel of the north on top but makes her look more like that northern lass stereotype] Jimmy: [draws his dad flirting with the angel but has to draw a dad name tag cos she don't know Ian yet] Janis: [draws christ the redeemer and her having a moment] Jimmy: [lols and another ✖ haha] Janis: [draws zombie jesus coming for him] Jimmy: [Twix has stolen zombie jesus' foot in his addition] Janis: [lols but can't think of anything else so puts a little crown with a poo emoji on him] Jimmy: [draws another cloud but instead of rain it's smoke cos lighting up a new 🚬 IRL] Janis: [writes whatever warning label is on the pack in the cloud] Jimmy: [draws a 🚬 crying cos the haters] Janis: draws them group hugging it and is also like pass me that tah IRL] Jimmy: [draws the 💕 cos true love & obvs does pass her the 🚬 #alsotrueloveamIright] Janis: [when you're just spinning the sharpie now, smoking, thinking] Jimmy: [when you're drinking & looking at her and trying to think about spin the bottle comparisons lol] Janis: [when you go to pass it back so you look at him too like oh hey eye contact] Jimmy: [having a shameless moment cos add to that touching her way more than you need to when you take it] Janis: [taking the bottle when you do for something to do] Jimmy: [casually asking her why she's not in his art class like the nerd he is] Janis: ['don't take the piss!' 'cos when people in your fam can art really well, you wouldn't reckon you were any good even if you're pretty solid] Jimmy: ['I weren't' cos genuinely isn't 'be a laugh if you were there, that's all'] Janis: [shrugs 'bet it already is, like, you must be one of the few lads that does it?'] Jimmy: [shrugs back cos we all know the kind of peeps that take art, not a mood for him] Janis: [let's say they're sitting opposite and taps him with her foot like come on] Jimmy: ['what?' but again not said in a mardy way] Janis: ['I dunno' 'cos truly] Jimmy: [playfully taps her back with his foot] Janis: [footsie moment] Jimmy: [a LOOK because we all know what's up] Janis: [hits hit back with a what but with feeling] Jimmy: [when you're just looking at her lips shamelessly like] Janis: [crawls forward so she's up in his face like 'WHAT'] Jimmy: [pushing her hair out of her face so you can REALLY get that good eye contact cos two fave things] Janis: [just a staring contest rn] Jimmy: [he's gotta kiss her cos there's no way that's not a thing don't smack her head off the slide or anything please] Janis: [so that's happening bye] Jimmy: [when you've wanted to do that this whole night so it's just intense af] Janis: [you're gonna have to stop this at some point girl but not yet 'cos as into it] Jimmy: [enjoy your make out session kids] Janis: [when you have to stop 'cos your phone will not stop blowing up now it's late late] Jimmy: [awks cos boy how are you gonna just go back to chilling like you're not still breathing heavily and feeling all that] Janis: [angrily telling your dad to go away lmao] Jimmy: [soz caleb but when that reminds you that you have siblings that need you, welcome to his guilty mind] Janis: [when the moment has been murdered so you get out of your love nest to pace and light a new 🚬] Jimmy: [when you have to go but you don't wanna just leave her here alone so you sit on the slide & chug so much of the booze that you lowkey feel sick] Janis: [when you give him a look like wtf but you don't say anything 'cos mewd tbh] Jimmy: [when you also don't 100% know the way home either awks] Janis: ['you can go, like'] Jimmy: [when you start walking in the wrong direction cos always lost] Janis: [shouting 'd'ya want a cab or?'] Jimmy: [waves her off like nah 'leave it out, rich girl' also loud] Janis: [when you don't wanna leave it but also what do you say 'cept 'don't die'] Jimmy: ['you ain't getting rid that easy, Juliet'] Janis: [laughs] Janis: text me when you get home safe babe xoxo Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: if you're getting murdered, probably go 999 straight away Jimmy: nah, I'll give 'em your number Jimmy: I know you don't wanna live without the love of your life 😘 Janis: or I just want the nutter caught 'fore he makes his way down here, like Janis: either or 😘 Jimmy: 🥔🍅 Janis: 😂 Janis: how did you find them in this state Jimmy: what state are you on about? 🤐 Janis: alright Janis: just weak at the knees for me then Janis: wobbling off Jimmy: Yeah 💕 Janis: funny Jimmy: Are you still there? Janis: yeah Jimmy: alright Jimmy: where the fuck am I? Janis: Oh great Janis: well where are you trying to be, first off Jimmy: where do you think? Janis: obviously but I don't know where you live, idiot Jimmy: what kind of fake girlfriend Janis: shut up and send me your location Jimmy: [does] Janis: k, do you know your address even a little or Jimmy: Am I 5? Jimmy: lived here for a month, you know Janis: alright, don't get defensive Jimmy: don't be a dickhead Janis: well send it to me then or am I meant to guess Jimmy: you're enough of a know-it-all I'm surprised you already aren't taking guesses Janis: stay lost then dickhead Jimmy: 👍 Janis: see you when you circle on yourself, like Jimmy: looking forward to it 😍😍😍 Janis: 😏 Janis: such an idiot Jimmy: such a flirt you Jimmy: trying to find my way home if you don't mind Janis: like you said, if I was flirting with you I'd call you much worse Janis: and like I said, give me your address and I can direct you so Jimmy: come with me Jimmy: not a castle or owt but a sofa's better than a park bench Janis: You're alright Janis: I'll be good here Jimmy: There ain't a puppy here Jimmy: Use your big head Janis: Is there really Janis: 'cos you just sounded like a massive creeper tbh Jimmy: [sends photographic evidence of Twix's existence and the fact she's obvs his] Jimmy: [I like to imagine he's accidentally also sent random pics of him cos drunk] Janis: 😍😍😍 Janis: well throw in some free sweets and I'm yours, obvs Jimmy: I'm well photogenic me, you should know that by now, mate Jimmy: and yeah, our kid is 6, sweets I can do Janis: Better behind the 📷 Jimmy: when bae backhands you a good one 💕 Jimmy: so complimentary Janis: overarm ain't bad either Jimmy: duh such an athlete Jimmy: you gonna run to me or what? Janis: 💪 Janis: if you ain't gonna tell me where you live I'll have to, like Janis: can't let you go missing on my watch Jimmy: not while you still need me Janis: Would be potentially awkward explaining the whole fake dating deal to another lad at this point, yeah Jimmy: and that you didn't murder me Jimmy: she caught feelings so 🎯🔪🔪 Jimmy: 👻👻👻 RIP northern lad Janis: might be into that Janis: #kinkunlocked Janis: and *he Janis: drunk texting Jimmy: Nah, I meant you little miss knifeplay Janis: shut up then Janis: and you don't have a knife, just a sharpie Jimmy: just pleased to see you, babe Janis: 🙄 God Janis: drink MUST be wearing off, you're getting annoying again Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Jimmy: next time I'll swipe you two bottles Janis: n'awh Janis: it was very impressive Janis: and there's no hiding two bottles down your trousers, like Jimmy: #savage Jimmy: I get why you 💘 Jesus, give then take away as quick, you Janis: Oh, I thought we were gonna speculate on Jesus' massive dick Jimmy: 😂 Janis: I'm sure it was Janis: your own da ain't gonna do you like that, is he Jimmy: Mine would if he could Janis: Luckily designer babies are still unethical/he ain't god then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: not that we're here to talk about yours Janis: thanks Jimmy: weren't volunteering Janis: Good Janis: 👰🏽 of christ and only interested in his Janis: don't spread that about though Jimmy: But I want everyone to know my girlfriend will only spread her legs for her imaginary friend, like Jimmy: Tweet's already been sent Janis: such a way with words Janis: don't think anyone could blame me 😒 Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: if you actually roll your eyes rn you'll never get 'em back Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: have fun Janis: loser Jimmy: 💪🏆 Jimmy: done, what else you got, knobhead? Janis: wait and see Jimmy: ���🏃 Janis: [give her a min or two to run up on him like boo bitch] Jimmy: [you know he's gonna be shook lol when you have to act like you didn't just shit yourself] Janis: [lols and turns him 'round like first of all] Jimmy: [when you trying to be grumpy but you're shamelessly happy to see her] Janis: ['thought I'd never see you again' but 🤞 with it obvs #bants] Jimmy: [an IRL playful eye roll like see I can do it and also shhh] Janis: ['impressive'] Jimmy: [gives her a flirty look that's meant to be be a pisstake like you ain't seen nothing yet vibes but we all know is serious] Janis: [shakes head like disgusting but clearly not over that kiss/ it ain't forgotten yet like and it shows, 'focus, boy'] Jimmy: [when you had the bottle with you so you finished it and that shows because you're standing way closer to her than you need to] Janis: [more eye contact, 'do you want me to come back with you or not?'] Jimmy: [you know he's drunk cos he's gonna answer a question omg 'I want you to come back with me'] Janis: ['come on then' and gestures like where we going boy] Jimmy: [tells her where he lives cos we ain't getting very far otherwise] Janis: [maps that out and starts walking in the opposite direction he was of course, taking his hand 'cos necessitiy duh] Jimmy: [it's ONLY so he don't get lost okay nothing to see here] Janis: [obvs, don't read anything into this people] Jimmy: [just walking & hand holding] Janis: [when you've gotta swing it like he's a child so this isn't too serious] Jimmy: ['thought we'd covered I weren't 5' but again no real pisstake happening] Janis: ['what are you then?'] Jimmy: ['what do you mean?'] Janis: [shrugs, 'vague for a reason, meant to interpret, artsy boy'] Jimmy: [shrugs back 'I ain't in art class now and you ain't signed up to it'] Janis: ['alright, comfortable silence it is then'] Jimmy: [more walking and hand holding nbd] Janis: ['can't believe you drank it all though, twat'] Jimmy: ['sorry' but 😏 'you can have more when we get back' not soz about sacrificing your stash Ian 'can't knock drink & a puppy, mate'] Janis: [lols and nudges him with her shoulder 'stop being so fucking creepy!'] Jimmy: ['only way to keep you at arms length that' but a LOOK cos we all know he don't wanna and hasn't gotten over the kiss yet either] Janis: ['oh, please' rolls her eyes but is 😳 'I'm only walking you home to be a gentleman, you're the one inviting me in'] Jimmy: ['I reckon its pretty gentlemanly of me not to leave you to sleep in a park, but if you wanna go back that bad, go on'] Janis: ['It's not a big deal, like' looks at him like he's being so drama but still amused enough 'let's get you in first, yeah'] Jimmy: ['I can get myself in, not that pissed, girl' starts walking ahead like he's gonna prove himself with that, okay boy] Janis: [catches up easily, obvs, 'yeah I walked all this way for you to strop off, come on'] Jimmy: ['why did you?'] Janis: ['what do you mean?'] Jimmy: [I mean what I said, why come with me?'] Janis: ['cos you were clearly lost and I'm not that much of a dick that I'll just let you wander 'round 'til morning, like'] Jimmy: ['it's not a big deal, so you reckon'] Janis: ['Well, I weren't lost, it's different'] Jimmy: ['you weren't no safer, same bollocks really'] Janis: ['Yeah I was, I know my way around here, who to avoid, all that'] Jimmy: [lights a 🚬 cos letting that drop when you know you can't win 'do you even wanna come?' needy boy alert] Janis: ['do you want me to?' when he's already answered this and you're suddenly him like ???] Jimmy: ['do you wanna?'] Janis: ['I mean, yeah, if it's alright, why not'] Jimmy: [when you just pass her the 🚬 cos yeah its obvs alright with him] Janis: [big ole drag] Jimmy: [when you've got no reason to go back to hand holding but you just wanna so you take hers this time] Janis: [looks but doesn't comment] Jimmy: [we walking lads] Janis: [please try to be quiet when you arrive, like] Jimmy: [they so shouldn't be though cos then Bobby can wake up & cockblock them lol] Janis: [good idea, let that happen] Jimmy: [start as we mean to go on cos he's always doing it down the line] Janis: night Jimmy: I don't get a good one then? Janis: probably not Janis: not got loads of youngers but that's how that goes, yeah? Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: lullabies work better Janis: even I know that Jimmy: Pete ain't here to sing for us and I'm not looking to traumatise the kid Janis: 💔 Janis: we all wish Pete was here Jimmy: Slide into his DMs Jimmy: sure he'd pick you up, mate Janis: at this o'clock Janis: and this wasted Janis: rather hit up the park again Jimmy: Go on then Janis: rude Janis: you said i could crash here Jimmy: you can Jimmy: you're the one 💔 by your lack of better offers Jimmy: I already knew it was shit here Janis: tonight is just like any other night Janis: nothing personal Jimmy: alright, rich girl Jimmy: got it Janis: what do you get Jimmy: your bollocks little memo there Janis: I dunno what you're chatting Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: helpful Janis: night then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: what times your dad likely to get up Jimmy: what time is it now? Janis: [some late into the AM time] Jimmy: you might get 7 hours Jimmy: if you piss off to sleep now Janis: we'll call it 6 Janis: 👍 Jimmy: longer if he's got a mrs in there Jimmy: probably will do Janis: well don't reckon I'll stay around to say hello to her either, like Jimmy: I've got work in a bit, go when I leave if you want Janis: long as its you that wakes up to me here I ain't arsed Jimmy: 👌 Janis: sorted Jimmy: 😘😘😘😘 Janis: Piss off 😏 Jimmy: say the sweetest things to me, you Janis: you want sweet I'll go public, like Jimmy: on you go then Janis: [posts something cringe-inducing on his timeline] Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: [replies obvs but there's a flirty undertone that's real af] Janis: [just lowkey flirting this is why y'all get confused[ Jimmy: [stop but don't ever thank you] Janis: how did you do this for real Janis: it's so gross Jimmy: I didn't do all the #s and bollocks Jimmy: It weren't like this Janis: Fair Janis: you don't have to be this level of cringe, I guess Jimmy: you wanna scale it back? Janis: nah Janis: what we need to do Janis: playing to a dense audience Jimmy: 👍 Janis: it ain't real if you don't shove it down everyone's throats Janis: and even then Jimmy: how you paddys do it Jimmy: well #extra Janis: dunno about that Janis: maybe Jimmy: everythings !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jimmy: even speak like it Janis: fuck off do I speak like that Janis: just 'cos it takes you 10 years to finish a sentence Jimmy: that's just me Jimmy: don't wanna talk to none of you, like Janis: yeah yeah Jimmy: nowt personal, as you said Janis: what do i care Janis: don't speak to anyone either if i can avoid it Jimmy: I noticed Janis: and what Jimmy: why I picked you for this Jimmy: one of the reasons Janis: gwan then Jimmy: ? Janis: don't pussy out Janis: what are the others Jimmy: to be unlocked Janis: ugh Janis: fuck off Jimmy: alright Jimmy: in a bit Janis: 🙄 Janis: okay Jimmy: isn't Jimmy: #obvs Janis: is Janis: you got to sleep Janis: just didn't know you were such a cocktease Jimmy: could be a kink for all you know Jimmy: which is nowt Janis: no, I'm a know-it-all remember Jimmy: that's how you reckon you are, not how it is, Jillian Janis: bollocks Jimmy: you've got my name and where I'm from 'cause my voice fits Jimmy: nowt else Janis: if you want people to leave you alone, drop the fit and mysterious bit Janis: everyone knows my business and no one fucks with me much Janis: easy Jimmy: yeah so easy you've had to get me to be your fake love interest Janis: no one knows everything they reckon they do Janis: just straightening some things out, literally Jimmy: Punny Janis: Hilarious too Janis: I remember, even if you're hazy Jimmy: vaguely threatening, who said romance was 💀💀? Janis: you will be tomorrow Janis: not a threat, literal facts at this point Jimmy: I'll live Jimmy: there's your day's disappointment ✔ Janis: sweet that you're getting a head start there Janis: but whether you live or die has no influence on me either way 😘 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: cute tho Jimmy: so everyone keeps telling me Janis: 😂 Janis: loving the confidence Jimmy: I got that from you, yeah Jimmy: love you too, girl Janis: that's a photo caption if I ever heard one Janis: remember Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: [comes to get a glass of water as if that's remotely gonna help & you aren't shameless boy] Janis: [casual hissing like 'you could've fucking warned me' 'cos died thinking it was someone else lol] Jimmy: ['You had me topless earlier, I didn't reckon you'd need one' such a dickhead and so 😏 sipping his water thinking about those bodyshots] Janis: [throws a pillow at him like this isn't someone else's house have some manners] Jimmy: [is all faux offended like oi rude but comes and puts the pillow back instead of throwing it like it's not just a shameless excuse to sit down near her] Janis: ['you got manners now?'] Jimmy: ['now?' an eyebrow raise 'I got you a bottle when you wanted one, what's better manners?'] Janis: ['STOLE but you know, guess you've got me there' 😏] Jimmy: ['Duh, got you right where I want you, that creeper, me'] Janis: ['said that was to keep me away so piss poor job, if you ask me'] Jimmy: ['I also said there'd be a puppy but do you see her? Nah, full of shit this dickhead'] Janis: [gasps dramatically but quietly lol] Jimmy: [when you're trying not to smile cos she a cute nerd but you fail cos you drunk and amused] Janis: ['did you lie about the sweets too?'] Jimmy: [gets up, gets sweets and throws them at her but more softly than usual like into her lap as he sits back down cos be quiet boy] Janis: [looks at him like okay 'one outta two ain't bad, like' and offers him some] Jimmy: [shrugs 'if you want me to wake my sister an' all, I'll get the dog' takes a lollipop cos 1. they take ages to eat and he wants to stay 2. he's a saucy bitch] Janis: ['nah, you're alright' 'when you now distracted af, 'scuse you] Jimmy: [when you're trying to give her a look like yeah I knew you didn't want Twix that bad but you're just giving her a LOOK cos blatant] Janis: [when you take the lolly like you really wanted it okay bitch] Jimmy: [when you should care but you're the one who's distracted af now] Janis: [pass it back like it's a smoke or a bottle] Jimmy: [these flirty nerds] Janis: [ze tension] Jimmy: [so much eye contact when he's not shamelessly looking at her mouth, boy please] Janis: ['what?' 'cos always] Jimmy: [repeats it back cos always] Janis: [she can initiate it this time] Jimmy: [give them some good making out time before I ruin it like a rude bitch] Janis: [then you gotta run girl run[ Jimmy: [my vibe is like he name drops cos he wants to slow things down cos SO INTO IT & fucking on his sofa rn having to be really quiet in the dark is not an ideal mood for many a reason so her name comes out cos that whole relationship was hot mess express full of mistakes not cos he's still really into that northern lass but obvs not getting the chance to explain cos it looks how it looks] Janis: [I feel it] Jimmy: [you better hope she don't remember this boy cos it seems like you were really into it and wanna get back with your ex] Janis: [mhmm but she won't obvs just remember she left for a reason so awks] Jimmy: [take that over calling her the most northern name ever that don't begin with J, no styling that out as bants] Jimmy: [when you can't even go after her or make the attempt cos what are you gonna say?] Janis: [that's that on that, like to think mcvickers live nearby so she doesn't need to stay out/go home home rn] Jimmy: [I'll allow it, stay safe thank you children]

[bosstoaster]

lewd anon here - can you imagine shiro's complete shock and wonder at hunk offhandedly mentioning that homemade marshmallows are better than store bought ("you can make marshmallows???")

Lewd Anon, my dear friend, I don’t know if you’re up to date on spoilers.  This was the idea that came to mind.  If you haven’t, come back after Aug 10th, sorry!  

Shiro was stress eating.

He knew he was.  He knew it wasn’t good for him, and he should calm down.  It was doing nothing for the bubbling anxiety that churned in his stomach,  What he should be doing was practicing what he was going to tell the Garrison, making plans for keeping the Galra away from Earth, figuring out how to get plans for a new Castle of Lions to the highest priority.  

Thinking about what to say to Ada-

Maybe not that one.

Shiro shoved another couple of marshmallows in his mouth and chewed hard.  The Garrison had been oddly accommodating to their strange demands for comfort items and foods.  Likely, they knew it would be easy for the team to go over their heads and straight to country leaders, so if they wanted to be involved with the process, it meant playing nice.

Which meant they found it in the budget to bring an avalanche of snack food into the joint room set-up the team had been given.

Which meant Shiro now had a steady supply of the sugary foods he hadn’t so much as smelled in nearly three years.

Thus, holding a bag of store-bought, extra fluffy marshmallows between his folded legs and his chest.

The clock on the wall ticked away at a steady pace, reminding Shiro that it was just shy of 2 AM.  Actual 2 AM too, not in the castle’s cycle, but Pacific Standard Time.  By Shiro’s internal clock (never the most reliable indicator anymore), it should probably have been later, but they were ahead of Earth time by a solid couple of hours.  

It could have been far worse than that.  They’d been guessing the whole time, and going off a system that didn’t use the same standard time measurements.

Shiro swallowed hard and chomped on another couple of marshmallows.  After so long without corn syrup or anything like it, he was probably going to make himself sick at this rate.  Half the bag was already gone, after only ten minutes.

The knowledge didn’t slow down his chewing.

The sound of a door opening did.

Shiro jolted, then choked as the wad of marshmallow went down in a too-big lump.  He turned his head to cough wetly, gasping instinctively for air, before he was finally able to look over.

Hunk stood there, his hand still on the doorknob, and his brows both raised up to his hairline.  Without his headband, his bangs hung down farther, curling past his temples.  Despite the fact that he was wearing his usual pajamas, the lack of his signature accessory made him seem naked.

“You okay there?” Hunk asked, voice raspy from sleep.  He rubbed over one eye and visibly bit back a yawn.  “Do I need to yell for a medic or something?”

Shiro cleared his throat.  “No.  M’fine.”  His voice came out thick as he tried to suppress more coughs.  “What are you doing up?”

“Woke up thirsty.  I came out to get some water.”  Hunk gently closed the door behind him, no doubt deeply aware that their little living room was connected to everyone’s bedroom.  “You?”

Rather than answer directly, Shiro held up his bag.

Hunk’s lips quirked up fondly.  “Midnight snack, huh?”  He shuffled his way to the tiny, in-room kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.  Then he sat down next to Shiro on the couch.  “Can I have one?”

Offering the bag, Shiro nodded.  “Sure, help yourself.  I probably shouldn’t polish them all off myself, anyway.”

“Well, now you haven’t.”  Hunk picked one out delicately and squished it between his fingers.  Then he took a careful bite.  “I didn’t take you for the sugary type.”

A smile curled over Shiro’s lips.  “Depends.  I get moods.  I was craving hot chocolate, actually, but I didn’t feel like waiting for the water to boil.  And the texture was appealing.  Something I could really chew on.”

Hunk made an appreciative noise and nodded.  “I know exactly what you mean.  When you really want to just sink your teeth into something, right?  Kinda animalistic.”  He took another bite, no bigger than the original nibble.  “Have you slept at all today?”

Immediately, Shiro shut down his expression and looked away.  “I haven’t tried.  I wanted to get my thoughts in order while we have the chance.  We repelled one wave of Galra, but Sendak will be back with more forces soon enough.  We have a very limited amount of time to speak with Garrison officials and make sure they fully understand what they’re up against and what they need to do.  The new castle will be a significant resource drain, so we have to impress upon them how important it is.”

Hunk nodded along, chewing on his mouthful.  “Mhmm.  So you’re definitely out here thinking about that in a calm and rational way.  Organizing your thoughts.  Not fretting at all, right?”

Clenching his jaw, Shiro didn’t look over.

“Well, at least we’ll have a couple people in our corner,” Hunk continued, still sounding utterly amused.  “Commander Holt certainly understands our perspective, and he’s already gotten the Garrison this far.  And it seems like Captain Manuel will be on our side, and it seems like people listen to him.”  The smile went utterly sly.

Despite himself, the mention of Adam made Shiro’s shoulders tense.  “That would be nice, but not guaranteed.”

Hunk finally popped the rest of his marshmallow in his mouth.  “You don’t think he’d back you up?  I remember you two being close when our year started at the Garrison.  Am I remembering wrong?”

Shiro finally took a deep breath and turned to stare Hunk down.  “You’re fishing.”

“Can you blame me?”  Hunk finally gave up acting clueless and flopped back against the arm of the couch.  “That was the breakup of the year, Shiro.  You know every single person in the pilot track practically worshiped you.  It was all anyone wanted to talk about when it happened.  Now you’re here, and he’s here, and you expect me not to want to know about it?”

“Yes.”  Shiro shoved another marshmallow into his mouth.  “It’s my private life.  Which makes it none of your concern.  It was years ago anyway.  At this point it shouldn’t matter.”

Hunk hummed, eyeing him.  “Because getting defensive definitely means it doesn’t matter.”

“Hunk!”

Both of them froze as Shiro’s voice rose.  They waited in the quiet of the dark living room, listening for any sign of movement from the other rooms.

Nothing.

Shiro ducked his head, abashed.  “I apologize for snapping.  But it wasn’t a good time in my life.  I don’t appreciate it being the subject of gossip.”

Slowly, Hunk deflated and nodded.  “Alright.  I understand.”  He plucked out another marshmallow, but squished it rather than bite into it.  “But, just for the record?  I’m a great person to talk to about break-ups.  You know how many crushes I’ve coached Lance through?  I’m an expert at post-break-up talks.  And you know I’m on your side, no questions asked.”

“We were going to get married,” Shiro said flatly, biting into another marshmallow.  “Hardly the same thing as a crush.”

There was absolute silence as Hunk took in that new information.

Shiro’s stomach dropped down to his feet.  But before he could take it back, Hunk’s hand landed on the small of his back and gently patted.  “Oh, Shiro,” he murmured, pure sympathy in his voice.  “That’s awful.  And right before the Kerberos mission, too.”

Swallowing hard, Shiro looked over at Hunk, holding on tightly to his bag with his remaining arm.

Then he snorted.  “You really are scary good at this.”

“See?”  Hunk leaned in, eyes brightening.  “You can tell me everything.”

A reluctant smile cracked over Shiro’s face.  He used his remaining shoulder to gently shove Hunk back.  “I think not, but thank you.”

“So instead you’re just going to sit here in the dark and chew on marshmallows?”

“Yes.”

Hunk sighed and pulled the treat apart.  “You could at least be eating proper marshmallows instead, and not this store bought crap.”

Pausing, Shiro frowned.  “Store bought?  As opposed to what?”

Brows furrowed, Hunk stared back like the question was baffling.  “As opposed to homemade?  That’s usually what the opposite of store bought is.”

Shiro’s eyes slowly widened in sheer awe.  “You can make marshmallows?”

There was a pause, then Hunk shook his head.  “Yes?  Of course you can.  Where do you think marshmallows came from?  Somebody makes them!”

“Well, yes.”  Shiro’s cheeks went pink.  “But someone also makes Cheetos or Skittles, but I’ve never heard of someone hand making those.  I thought it was just the kind of thing you make in a factory.”

Hunk scrubbed over his face.  “I- okay, I can see how you’d think that.  But no.  And the stuff I make is way better.  This stuff tastes like artificial flavors and preservatives.”

Looking down at the marshmallow in his hand, Shiro frowned.  “I like them.  Especially in hot chocolate.  I don’t know how you’d make them better.”

Head tilted, Hunk looked Shiro up and down.  “Alright, how’s this.  I’ll make you marshmallows.  Proper ones, as soon as I get access to a stand mixer and the ingredients.  But!  Only if you tell me about Captain Manuel.”

Shiro’s expression clouded over.  “Would you let that go, please?”

“Nope.”  Hunk held up a hand before Shiro could snap again.  “Not because of gossip. I mean, I want to know, but that’s not really why.  You’re brooding in the dark with a pack of sugary snacks at 2 AM.  You’re a pint of Ben and Jerry’s away from a break-up cliche, Shiro.  You should probably talk about it.  Have you ever told somebody the whole story?”

Shrugging, Shiro looked away.  “Keith knows almost everything.”

Hunk let out his breath through his nose.  “He knows the shape of it, or he knows the details?”

The silence was answer enough.

“It takes about fifteen minutes to actually make the marshmallows,” Hunk said, still rubbing Shiro’s back.  “Well, they set overnight, but that’s the baking part.  So, how about you talk for just that long.  After that, I won’t bug you at all anymore if you don’t want to talk.  And you get all the marshmallows you want.  How’s that?”

Was fifteen minutes worth it for homemade marshmallows.

Honestly, no.

But Shiro probably did need to vent, at least a little.  And he knew just how supportive Hunk could be to his people.  It would be nice, to hear someone other than Sam Holt and Keith - two people very biased in favor of him flying - say he was right.

“Just fifteen minutes,” Shiro agreed.  “No more.  And you let me eat my store bought marshmallows without complaint.”

Hunk crinkled his nose, but the lure of quality gossip was too much.  He bobbed his head eagerly.  “Deal.”  Then he glanced back up at the clock, which showed it was approaching 2:30.  “You going to be up much longer?”

Considering, Shiro shook his head, and honestly meant it.  Talking to someone instead of stewing in his head had at least centered him in reality, which was enough to remind his body how late it was.  “No, I’ll head to bed soon.  You should go back to sleep too.  It’s a long day tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me.  When did it get easier to handle aliens than humans?”  Hunk stood and stretched out.  “Good night, Shiro.  Sleep well.”

“You too.”  Shiro smiled and waved as Hunk headed back for his room, sipping from his cup of water.  When the door closed, he sighed and slumped back on the couch.

When did Earth become more difficult to deal with then space?  When had it stopped being home?

Probably when he’d been back for less than 12 hours, and then ended up on the Castle of Lions instead.

Sighing, Shiro stood.  He had too much to do tomorrow, which meant he needed to sleep.  Especially if he really was going to have to work with Adam to get the brass on board.

Goody.

But, worse come to worse, Shiro had his team backing him.  It wasn’t just the Holts and Keith anymore.  This time, they held the cards, and they didn’t need to play nice to the Garrison’s games.  If they had to, they’d fly to DC or the United Nations or anywhere they’d have a more direct voice.

So there.

With that in mind, Shiro headed for his room, prepared to grab at least a couple of hours sleep.

(He took the bag of marshmallows with him.)

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Friends? (Part 3 - End)

Prompt: Not a request - It started with a little pining, then had some angst, and now we’re here.

Fandom: Newsies (2017) - Modern College AU

Pairing: Davey Jacobs X Male Reader

Summary: Jack gives setting you and Davey up one more try, and it may actually go as planned? Somehow? Only with Katherine’s help, of course.

Word Count: 2,432

Warnings: Food, eating, idk nosey friends?? But they mean well and ultimately get you together?

A/N: As previously stated, Jack is Bi, Davey is Gay, and Reader’s sexuality isn’t stated. Jack is in a relationship with Katherine, and it’s a bit more prominent in this part so I just wanted to state it. Um… I have no idea how this series turned out. Also sorry for all of the art talk, I’m using all of my art appreciation vocabulary lol

Friends? Series - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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The past few weeks have gone by without a hitch. School was school, and work was stressful, but you got by. You and Davey had hung out a few times, and Jack hadn’t said anything about finding you any more matches, but you weren’t worried about it. However, you were somewhat worried when you went to the cafe Davey worked at on Thursday and saw Jack there obviously conspiring with Katherine, their heads bent over the table speaking in quiet tones.

Walking up to Davey at the counter, he was also looking at the pair suspiciously. You nod to each other and just watch their plotting for a few minutes until Katherine glances up and meets your eyes. Punching Jack in the arm, they both turn to you and give an awkward ‘We weren’t doing anything, what’re you talking about?’ wave. You and Davey just wave back before turning to each other.

“That definitely wasn’t suspicious at all,” he says as he turns to a coworker and says something about a break. Stepping out from behind the counter you both make your way to Jack and Kath’s table. They both sheepishly look up at you when you stop in front of them.

“Heey, (Y/N), Davey, what’re you two doing here?” Jack asks, in a casual tone.

“Well, I work here. You should know that since I made your coffees. And (Y/N) is here to help me go over my political science notes while I work so I can pass a test tomorrow. Now, what are you two conspiring about? You haven’t stopped glancing at me since you got here, and are obviously up to something.” Davey makes it a point to look at both of them in an attempt to seem more intimidating.

“Well excuse us for trying to plan a surprise party,” Jack says in an exasperated tone. Sharing a glance with Davey, he just pinches the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath.

“Oh yeah? Then who’s it for?” you asked. Jack’s eyes widen and he turns to Katherine who opens her mouth, before closing it again. Her eyes just moving between the three people who were expectantly looking at her. “Mhmm. Well, we’ll leave you to your planning.” Motioning for Davey to follow you, you take a seat at the counter and glance back at the pair to see them leaned over in what seemed to be an argument.

Katherine glances over and sees you looking and just tries to focus on Jack. Letting out a small chuckle you can’t help but shake your head at them. Davey smiles at you and pulls out his political science notes, and you scan over them as he heads behind the counter again. You start quizzing him, and almost forget that Jack and Katherine are behind you, that is until Jack comes and gives you a slap on the back.

“Well, we’re heading out. Thanks for the coffee, Dave. And (Y/N), sorry I haven’t been checking on your profile all that much. But I have a feeling I’ll find something this weekend, so don’t make any plans,” but his eyes never leave Davey’s as he says that last line. Too swept up in Davey’s notes, you just wave in understanding before asking some random question about some bill.

Jack gives you another pat on the back before he and Katherine leave. As the hours tick by, Davey provides coffee and soon enough it’s closing time and you have thoroughly learned about something you will probably never use. You let out a yawn before you split ways, Dave giving you a hug in thanks for the studying help. You kind of freeze up, but hug back after a second of hesitation.

You make plans to have breakfast on Sunday, and head home, ready to watch some TV and forget about life for a little bit. However, your evening is interrupted by a text from Jack. “Found another date for you, come by the art museum on Saturday at 7 if you want to see them.”

Letting out a sigh, you text back an, ‘alright see you then.’ After a minute you decide to add, ‘and you better actually be there this time.’ He just sends you a thumbs up and soon enough you’re heading to bed. Tossing and turning, your mind keeps going back to Davey’s smile whenever he got something right when you were quizzing him earlier.

Taking a breath, you try to calm your mind and drift off to sleep. Your alarm wakes you up at an ungodly hour and you get ready for your classes for the day. Making some coffee and heading out, you’re happy to see Dave in class. He seems to be in a good mood, and you chat while you wait for the professor to start.

The rest of the day goes by pretty fast, and by the time you make it home after work, you’re ready to sleep for a decade. As you lay down to do just that, you get a text from Katherine saying something about meeting her at the art museum at 6:30 on Saturday. Confused you just agree to it and fall asleep.

Little did you know that Jack had teamed up with Katherine to set you up with Davey. They were going over ideas at the cafe because as Jack eloquently put it, “You have to hide in plain sight, y’know?” They had decided on the art museum after Jack told her about how much fun you seemed to have with Davey when you went before.

A new exhibit had opened and they knew it would be the perfect spot. Jack had pulled a favor with one of the employees from when he was an intern and made sure that you two could stay a little after closing time, just so you could have that moment to yourselves, with Jack and Kath hiding behind a wall somewhere of course.

The new plan was foolproof. Katherine would walk around the museum with you, and Jack would walk around with Davey. Part of the new installation was in the middle of the room, acting as kind of a divider. Katherine would talk to you about your crush on Davey, and he would talk about his crush on you. They would then ‘bump’ into each other and leave you and Davey to do the rest.

Okay, so the plan wasn’t entirely infallible, but it was pretty damn good. And even if it didn’t work, you got to see a cool art exhibit.

Saturday night was there before you knew it. Getting a little more dressed up than usual in a nice pair of jeans and a button down, you head to the museum and meet Katherine in the front lobby. Raising a brow at her, she just takes your arm and leads you around the museum. You chat about school and work, but eventually the conversation swings to more personal topics.

“So, I heard that you had a date the other week. Care to comment?”

You just give Katherine a look, before sighing and regaling your breakfast ‘date’ with Devin. “It went alright, but we just didn’t ‘click’ so I guess we’re friends? But I don’t know. Doesn’t really matter I guess, since I’m still single.” Letting out a small chuckle, Katherine brings you into a new section of the museum and your eyes widen at the beauty of the new pieces on display.

As you’re distracted by the first piece you come across, you don’t notice Jack and Davey stroll in through the opposite entrance. Davey is also swept up in the new exhibit and doesn’t see you either. Jack and Katherine give each other the thumbs up, and they carefully guide you towards the centerpiece at the center of the room.

Speaking softly, Katherine asks, “So, is there anyone you’re interested in?”

“Well,” you start, “there is this one guy, but it couldn’t work out.”

“Why not? You’re a great guy! Anyone would be happy to have you!”

“Thanks, Kath, but he’s one of my closest friends and I wouldn’t want to ruin what we already have. If I lost him, I don’t know what I’d do…” Trailing off, you lose yourself in the piece in front of you. The colors and shapes transfixing you with their apparent movement and depth.

Then you’re interrupted by a conversation apparently happening on the other side of the art. It’s quiet as to be respectful of other patrons, but you can still hear a little of it. Something about “Wishing he saw me how I see him,” and “Missing him whenever he’s gone.” Guess we’re in the same boat, buddy, you can’t help but think, letting out a sigh.

Someone coughs and Katherine is pulling you away from the centerpiece and towards the opposite exit. She starts talking about something, but you’re still lost in your thoughts until you look up and see Jack and Davey standing in front of you.

You stand there frozen, and it seems like Davey is just as shocked to see you. Jack and Katherine let out too excited greetings before linking arms and walking away, leaving you and Dave alone. Nervously clearing his throat, he says, “Great exhibit, huh?”

“Yeah. The use of color is really… unique.” Still standing there, you gesture him towards one of the pieces you had yet to inspect. You both move to stand in front of it, stealing glances at each other when the other was unaware. Moving around the rest of the space in relative silence you feel your nerves starting to pick up.

Finally at the last piece, you take a deep breath, ready to do something brave and stupid, but Davey seems to have had the same plan since your voices overlap in a flurry of blurted words. Letting out nervous chuckles, you offer to go first. Davey gives you the floor and you repeat what you said.

“This was a great time. Do you maybe, want to go out for ice cream? My treat?” You look at him hopefully, cheeks heating up.

“That would be awesome. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to go out for coffee,” he says with a nervous rub of his neck, giving you a sheepish look.

You can’t help the smile that comes to your face as you roll your eyes, “You and coffee, I swear. You were meant to be a barista.” He laughs and you let out a little giggle. Motioning to the exhibit’s exit you fall into step next to each other and chat as you make your way out ~ of the museum.

Grabbing a ride, Davey instructs the driver where to go, a place you haven’t been before. The conversation is light and you easily talk about anything and everything. It was like you were talking for the first time, discovering new passions and excitedly telling each other about your favorite activities. Soon enough you made it to the place, which so happened to be an ice cream place, with a cafe right next to it.

Deciding on ice cream first, you split a bowl and sit on a bench outside, eating and talking. After finishing you decide to rest for a little before getting coffee. Your conversation eventually rolls back around to the art museum and you talk about the new exhibit, almost dancing around why you were there. Grabbing some coffee to distract the both of you from the reason, you quietly sip at your beverages. But that only lasts for so long.

A nervous energy starts to permeate the air the longer you ignore it, and soon enough you can’t help but blurt out that Katherine and Jack had asked you to go to the museum. Davey said that they had asked him there too. Realizing that the meeting had been staged, both of your brains are going a million miles an hour worrying that one of the pair had spilled about your feelings.

Great minds do apparently think alike, since you both decided to rip the bandaid off at the same time.

“I want to be more than friends!”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Staring at each other in amazement you both just take in the moment. It’s almost too much to handle, but thankfully Davey’s cell phone interrupts the tension. Letting out a nervous chuckle he answers, “Jack? Yeah, we left the museum… We got ice cream… Well, sorry for not telling you? I don’t know what you want me to say!” After a short pause, Davey glances at you, then says a quiet, “Thank you,” into the phone before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Letting out a breath, Davey checks the time and says that he should probably head home. He offers to take you home first though, and you’re happy to spend more time with him. Conversation is light on the way to your apartment, and soon enough you’re at your door.

“Well, this is me,” you state, lingering.

“Yep…” Davey idles, hands in his pockets. “Are we still on for breakfast tomorrow?” he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Totally! I’ll meet you at Hawkins’ at ten?”

“It’s a date.” Davey’s eyes widen at his words, but he decides to use it to his advantage. Leaning forward and giving you a kiss on the cheek, he hurries down the hall while you’re still frozen. When you can finally comprehend what just happened, you can’t stop smiling.

Entering your apartment, you flop onto the couch as your mind races. You have a date tomorrow morning with your best friend, and you couldn’t be happier.

After a few months of you and Davey dating Jack finally confesses to how his brilliant first plan failed, and how it was supposed to go. By then you already knew that he didn’t really mean to set you up with anyone on that dating site, but would pretend to and say you could go and scope the person out.

But the catch was that Davey was supposed to be there instead, and that you two would inadvertently hang out and maybe confess. Obviously it took a little more strategy, but a more advanced version of that plan did end up working.

And Jack never lets you two forget it, unless Katherine is there, in any case they figure themselves expert matchmakers. But in all honesty, you kind of have to believe them, since Davey is still your best friend, along with being the best boyfriend.

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So... for some reason I never posted chapter 4 of Medicine on here... honestly don’t know how I managed that one. That being said, if you have not read any of this please go to Chapter 1 and start there. Otherwise, enjoy chapter 4! :)

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After a couple days of texting back and forth and getting lost in conversation, Grace and Bucky finally found a date that worked for them both. It wouldn’t be for a couple of weeks due to his limited ability from work, but Grace was thankful that it would at least leave her time to mentally prepare, maybe go shopping for a new outfit. Bucky offered to come up with a plan for the evening so at least she wouldn’t have that to worry about.

To her surprise one of her Thursday classes ended up being canceled, leaving her the rest of the day off. She decided to take that opportunity to go shopping, leaving the building of her previous class and heading off to peruse some clothing stores in Soho. It was a rather brisk day and there were less people roaming the streets than usual, luckily for her. When she finally reached the Soho area she began casually window shopping, not entirely expecting to find something right away. 

She was intrigued by the fourth store front she peered into and decided to check it out. The interior was bright, with white walls, sand colored wood floors, and indie music playing over the speaker system. Well aware that it was possibly too trendy for her wallet to handle, she scoured over the clothes apprehensively until one of the store clerks approached her.

“Hi ma’am, is there anything I can help you with today?” the girl asked. She appeared to be around the same age as Grace, her vibrant red hair in a bun atop her head and a smattering of freckles on her face bringing attention to her stunning blue eyes. Her wardrobe was similar to the clothes Grace had seen thus far, appropriately so, and she had a septum piercing along with every ear piercing possible.

“No, thank you, I’m just looking around.” Grace replied, cordially but shakily.

“Okay, well if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask.” She said, sympathy in her eyes. She turned around to leave but Grace gave in to her internal war and spoke up.

“Actually… I might need some help. I’m going on a date soon and…” Grace trailed off, the clerk interjecting and finishing her sentence.

“And you need the perfect outfit?” She asked, smiling with sincerity. Grace nodded, letting out a shaky laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Come with me, I can set you up with a dressing room.” She signaled, walking towards the back of the room. The clerk, whose name she had learned was Marissa, confirmed Grace’s size and set out to gather some items for her to try on. Grace was surprised, and slightly overwhelmed, when she returned with a giant arm-full of options. 

“Now, I didn’t know if you were looking for a casual or more dressy outfit so I got you some of both. Once you try each one on, come out and let me see. It’s always helpful to have a second pair of eyes.” she said with a smile before ushering Grace back into the dressing room.

Most of the outfits were a definite no despite Marissa’s excitement at how good they apparently looked on Grace. There was one outfit though that intrigued her and when she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror, her jaw dropped in surprise at how good she felt about her reflection. Marissa had picked a pair of leather pants that fit Grace’s figure surprisingly well, snugly enough to be sexy but not draw too much attention. She had paired those with a wine red, cold shoulder shirt with black, lace trimming around the neckline. When Grace stepped out of the dressing room her feelings were backed up by Marissa’s gasp and subsequent fawning over how it looked on her. In addition she knew she had a relaxed, black blazer at home that would go perfectly over the shirt. She would definitely need it since it was getting so much colder.

Grace changed back into her clothes and gathered her new outfit, not even bothering to try on anything else. On the way to the register a pair of shoes caught her eye, practically taking her breath away. Marissa stopped behind her, noticing what had caught her eye.

“Do you think those would go with my outfit?” Grace asked almost in awe.

“Yes, that’s a definite yes.” Marissa agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically. “We must have just gotten those in and if you don’t buy them, I will.” she said, making Grace laugh. 

Grace cringed at the price tag on the shoes and nearly had a heart attack when the total popped up on the register, but she reminded herself it was well worth it. She walked out of the store feeling happier than ever, an amazing new outfit in hand. Now all she had to do was make it through the next few weeks.

Though that happiness didn’t last long much to her chagrin when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, looking at the caller ID. With a scowl she answered her phone, her voice monotone and somewhat emotionless. 

“Hello mother.” she said, her previously wonderful mood completely dampened. 

“What kind of tone is that?” Cheryl snapped, making Grace roll her eyes. “How is school going?” she asked uninterestedly, always quick to talk business.

“It’s going good I guess” she responded dryly.

“Well. It’s going well, and obviously not if you still don’t understand basic grammar Grace.” Cheryl said snidely, her voice dripping with condescension.

Grace was 2 seconds away from breaking her phone in half and punching the nearest wall, but a gaggle of children was headed in her direction so she restrained herself, for their sake.

“Are you staying busy? You shouldn’t be keeping yourself cooped up in the apartment with Tina-“

“It’s Tori, her name is Tori.” she corrected, getting more frustrated by the second.

“Whatever, I never liked the girl anyway.” she said in her snarky tone. “Maybe you should consider getting a job, a respectable one of course and-“

“I already have a job… although I’m sure it’s not good enough for your standards.” she spat back, her mother completely oblivious to the fact that she had been working part-time at a book store for the past two years.

“You need to lose the attitude, Grace.” Cheryl said angrily. “How do you expect to find a man with an ugly attitude like that?” she said, Grace suddenly reaching her breaking point.

“I’ll have you know I actually have a date in a few weeks! Not that it would matter to you!” Grace half-screamed, her face reddening in embarrassment seeing some concerned onlookers.

“Mhmm.” Her mother replied, clearly unamused. “What does he do for a living?” she asked, Grace groaning at the question she knew would inevitably come.

“He’s in the military,” she replied shortly. There was a moment of silence on the other end of line, Cheryl undoubtedly forming some bitchy response. Now leaned against the wall of a building in Soho, Grace began tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for the coin to drop and her mother to make some remark about it not being good enough or-

“I suppose that’s acceptable.” Cheryl said in defeat. Grace’s tapping foot came to a halt and she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Her mother actually approved of something? She must be dreaming, she had to be.

“Sorry, I must be imagining things, did you actually just approve of something in my life?” Grace asked sarcastically. 

“Granted, if anything comes of it you’re guaranteed to live a fairly lonely life if he’s away a lot, but at least you could live a stable life.” Cheryl said, ignoring Grace’s question, “Especially if you can’t find a job with your line of work, you don’t want to end up being some starving musician living on the streets. Why didn’t you listen to me and do something useful.”

“Mother, I’m not having this conversation with you again. This is my life and I will do with it what I please.” Grace said through gritted teeth.

“So be it.” She said dryly. “Like I’ve said before, don’t come crawling back to me when you’re poor and homeless.” Grace’s face was red with anger, her emotions getting the better of her. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek with her shirt sleeve. “So will I get to meet him?” Cheryl asked, Grace choking out a laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re actually kidding right?” Grace scoffed. “I know you like to pretend we have a relationship, but we don’t. I haven’t seen you in over four years and every time you call you spend most of the conversation tearing apart everything I say or do. So no, mother, I wouldn’t count on it.” she spat. 

“You really should think twice about treating your own mother this way, you know, the one that raised you?” Grace laughed at the irony of Cheryl’s words.

“Yeah, and look how that turned out.” Grace said, now fighting fire with fire. “I’m sure you think I’m being a bitch, but I guess it takes one to know one.” Her mother scoffed, appalled at her daughter’s choice words. 

“How dare you.” Cheryl finally spoke. Her mother’s generally passive temper had turned into rage, seething just under the surface of her cold demeanor. Grace thought she was about to say something else but the line suddenly went dead.

Grace shook her head and shoved her phone back into her purse, letting out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Heading in the direction of her apartment she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. For once she had been able to really, truly stand up to her mother. Most of the time she would just tolerate the ridicule, not wanting to aggravate the situation, but she was proud of herself for not backing down and just taking the undeserved abuse.

* * * Stepping in to her apartment, Grace dropped her keys in the basket by the door and called out, “Tori? You home?” 

She heard a loud thump and Tori’s voice call out, “I’ll be there in a second!”

Grace set her purchases down on the kitchen table and decided to put a pot of water on to boil. She was busying herself with the tea bags when she heard the creak of a door from the other end of the apartment followed by the padding of feet down the hallway before Tori’s head poked around the corner, Grace’s back still turned to her. 

“Grace, hey… what are you doing home?” Tori asked, something odd in the tone of her voice.

“My last class got canceled and I decided to go shopping for, you know, the date and- oh my God!” Grace had turned around, her eyes finally landing on Tori standing there in nothing but a thin bed sheet, “Did I, uh… interrupt something?” Grace asked, giggling. Tori’s face was flushed and her usually smooth, sheen hair was a mussed and tangled bird’s nest. 

“Steve’s here.” She blushed, leaning against the wall.

Grace bit her lip to stifle a laugh, amused at her best friend’s utter infatuation. “I’m assuming he got leave again?” Grace asked, Tori nodding in response.

“Yeah, well, sort of. He had some appointments nearby and decided to drop by. I’m sorry, I figured you would be at class.” She said in slight embarrassment.

“No!” Grace threw her hands up reassuringly. “No it’s totally okay! Really, I’m happy for you.” She said, smiling. “Besides, it’s about time you got laid. Regularly, that is.” She joked, both of them laughing.

They both sighed, Tori tugging the sheets tighter around her body, “So, you were saying?” Tori asked, handing the floor back to Grace.

“Oh! Yeah, I went shopping in Soho and found this amazing outfit!” she said elatedly. The pot on the stove whistled and Grace poured herself a mug, setting it aside to steep. “I was actually really surprised how good I felt.”

“Ooh new clothes!” Tori said, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Are you going to show them to me?”

“Yeah, of course! I want your opinion on something anyway.” She said, leaning back against the kitchen counter. 

“Okay just, uh, let me go get dressed.” She nodded towards her room, laughing.

Once Grace had had her fill of tea and figured Tori and Steve were decent she threw the outfit on and knocked on the bedroom door.

“Come in!” Tori shouted. Grace entered the room and was immediately met with a chorus of ‘whoa’ and ‘oh my God, you look hot!’ making her turn almost the color of her shirt. “You. Look. Amazing! Are those leather pants?” Tori asked, in disbelief.

“Yeah… definitely something I never would’ve picked out on my own.” She laughed. “Luckily one of the store clerks was very helpful.”

“Well, go on, give us a spin!” Tori exclaimed, gesturing in the air with her finger. Grace did as requested and slowly spun around for them to see. “I don’t think I’ve ever said this before but I am jealous of your ass. I mean look at that!” She said, smacking Steve’s shoulder with a ‘thwap’.

“Believe me, I’m looking…” Steve said, his face flushing. Tori smacked him again, a little harder that time, all of them bursting out in laughter. Tori hopped off of her bed and began showcasing Grace like Will Smith and his wife on the red carpet, “Okay Steve, for the important question. What will Bucky think of her outfit?” She asked, waggling her eyebrows, making Grace laugh at her ridiculous behavior.

“Oh, this is for Bucky?” Grace nodded. “Well, I can tell you for a fact that seeing you for the first time in this,” Steve gestured up and down Grace’s outfit, “will send him to his grave. Especially those shoes.” He said, pointing at her heels. 

“The shoes?”

“Yeah, he’s got a… thing for heels.” He said implicitly.

“Aw, I’ve got a thing for heels, too.” Tori whined, turning to her friend with puppy dog eyes. 

“I already know you’re going to ask, and yes you can borrow them… after the date!” Grace added, Tori hopping with glee.

“Good because those heels,” Tori pointed to them, awestruck, “those are the kind of heels you start wars over.” She gushed, making Grace cackle. She wasn’t wrong though in her level of admiration, the shoes were absolutely to die for. The wine red suede perfectly complimented her shirt and the platform pump transformed her from short and sweet to a towering temptress. The shape of the shoe, along with the thick Mary Jane-style strap, deliciously framed her otherwise average feet. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of Helen of Troy, but… close enough.” Grace said, patting Tori’s shoulder in mockery. 

“Well then call me Paris, because I would fight tooth and nail for those beauties!” Tori said, sitting back down on her bed with a humph. Steve leaned over and kissed her shoulder sweetly before pushing off the bed with a sigh.

“Alright ladies, unfortunately I’ve got to go. It’s getting late and I need to get back to the fort before rush hour.” he said defeatedly. Tori pouted her lip for a moment before accepting his departure and headed for the door. She had already made it halfway down the hallway but Steve stopped short next Grace, turning to her.

“If I don’t see you before the big day, good luck. I know he’s excited… hasn’t shut up about you actually.” He said with a laugh, sending a warm flutter through her stomach at the thought. “I can tell you one thing is for sure, he won’t know what’s hit him.” Steve winked, and with that, exited Tori’s room leaving Grace to mull over her now wracked emotions.

* * * Grace checked the time on her phone for the millionth time that class period. It had only been two minutes since the last time she checked. Her knee was shaking incessantly under the desk as her Charlie Brown voiced teacher droned on and on about whatever topic she couldn’t give a damn about that day. She checked her phone again, internally screaming when only another minute had passed by.

Today was officially the day and her nerves were at full force, absolutely body slamming her to the ground. Every lecture thus far had been a blur for her, only able to pay attention to the announcement of homework assignments. Unless of course they had been mentioned at dismissal, in which case she was already halfway down the hallway to her next class. She was on autopilot, her mind everywhere but the present, especially now with it being her final lecture for the day.

When she finally heard the words ‘class dismissed’ she couldn’t pack up her things quick enough. Her feet carried her down the hallway, out of the building, and all the way to her apartment before her mind was able to switch somewhat back to manual. Ascending the stairs quickly she let herself in the apartment and sped past the kitchen where Tori was cooking, heading straight for her bedroom. 

“Hey how was class?” Tori asked, watching Grace stream by her in a blur.

“Good.” she replied in monotone. When Tori heard the slam of a bag hitting the floor, the world’s longest, most weary sigh, and the abrupt creak of a bed, she made a beeline for Grace’s bedroom.

“Alright, what’s wrong, let it out.” Tori asked, plopping into the desk chair opposite Grace’s bed where she lay face first. Grace spoke a string of words but they were muffled by the bed sheets. “Okay, Grace honey, you need to take your face out of the covers so I can understand you.”

Grace lifted her head enough to speak. “I am so fucking nervous about tonight.” She said with a groan, her head promptly falling back to the covers. Tori stifled a chuckle.

“I mean I understand that but, are you excited at all?” Tori asked.

Grace sighed, crossing her arms in front of her and resting her chin on them. “Of course I’m excited! I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for something, but… I’m also scared shitless.”

“What are you so scared about?” Tori asked, helping Grace to work through her worries.

“Well, for one, he’s amazing and I’m, well… me.” Tori sighed and leaned back in her chair. “And I know we’ve been texting non-stop and obviously I spent time with him on our double date, but those were easy! This time it’s just me and him, no other couple to bounce off of or phone to act as a social barrier.” Tori shook her head, chuckling a bit. “I’m just worried I’ll do or say something grossly awkward and scare him off, okay?” Grace said defensively, “You know me, you know how paranoid I get! I really, really like him so far and I just want to make a good impression…” Grace groaned. 

“You two have already met so technically-“

“Whatever! You know what I mean!” Grace cut Tori off, throwing a pillow at her head.

“Alright alright, no need to be violent!” Tori laughed, throwing it back at Grace. “Seriously though, he obviously likes you! I don’t think you have any reason to worry, just take a deep breath. I know you can do this. You deserve this.” Tori said wholeheartedly.

After a moment of silence Tori sat up. “Are you feeling any better about it all?” She asked, trying to gauge her best friend.

Grace exhaled and nodded. “Yeah… yeah I think I am.” She said quietly. “Thanks. I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.” Grace smiled, Tori returning it. 

“Oh I don’t know, melt into a puddle of paranoia and existential crises?” She proposed, making them both laugh and lightening the mood. Tori checked the time on her watch. “What time is he going to be here?”

“7:00.”

“Oh you need to get moving!” Tori stood up, ushering Grace towards the bathroom. “Go get in the shower. Let me know once your hair is done and you’re dressed. I’ll help you with your makeup.”

“Alright, I’m going mom!” Grace chided playfully. “Also, how’d you know I was going to ask for help with makeup!” 

“I don’t know, I’m omniscient, now go!” Tori exclaimed sarcastically, physically shoving Grace into the bathroom.

An hour and a half later Grace sat patiently at Tori’s vanity, letting her work her magic. Her hair was blown out as perfectly as she could manage and she was sporting her new outfit, including the blazer that ended up matching exquisitely with the rest. Tori put the finishing touches on her face.

“Alright, I’m done.” Tori said, pulling away and capping her products. Grace stood from the chair and checked herself in the mirror, her jaw dropping at the woman in the reflection. It was still her, but there was no mistaking the boost of confidence she got from seeing this version of herself. 

“You ready?” Tori asked, smoothing out the blazer and picking a couple stray pieces of lint from the black material.

“Yeah, I think so…” Grace said, taking an intentional deep breath and exhaling slowly. A sudden sharp knock at the door made her breath catch in her throat and all of her nerves came flooding back. She quickly reigned them in, vowing not to let her anxiety get the best of her, not tonight. She looked at Tori, eyes wide and hands slightly trembling. 

Tori placed her hands on Grace’s shoulders giving them a firm, friendly squeeze. “It’s time.” She said warmly, pulling her into a hug. 

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Cookie Catastrophe- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,577

Request:  Hey!! Could you do a jack imagine where him and y/n try to bake something but jack is just useless and so he ends up just messing around but it's super cute

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It was a dreary Monday morning in London. A grey, cloud filled sky that soon started pouring down with rain.

 Typical

You sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the window pane. Watching the water droplets race down the glass, just like you did when you were little. However, that could only be so entertaining.

You were bored. On days like this you usually would snuggle up, watching movies or tv all day. But none of those options sounded appealing to you. You didn’t want to sit around and be lazy. You wanted to actually do something.

Trying to gather your thoughts, you sat for a few minutes waiting for an idea to come to you.

Then it hit you, baking. You couldn’t remember the last time you baked something just for fun.

On your way to the kitchen, you stopped at the bookshelf in the living room. You browsed each one of your cookbooks, but didn’t see anything that caught your interest. Nothing seemed to be going according to plan, until you stumbled across your family recipe cards. Inside was one of your favorites, nan’s special chocolate chip cookies. Perfect!

You started gathering a mixing bowl, measuring cups, and all the ingredients you needed. Setting each item on the counter and double checking to make sure you had everything.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands tickle your sides, making you scream and jump back. Your whole body was covered in goosebumps. You quickly turned around to see your boyfriend, Jack with a grin spread across his face.

“Seriously Jack? You scared the shit out of me!” You shoved him away.

He stood in front of you in his sweatpants and no shirt, running his fingers through his messy, blonde locks. You could tell he had just rolled out of bed.

“Aww c’mon (Y/N). I was just kidding around! Come give me a cuddle.” he held his arms out, ready to embrace you.

“I’m busy. I’m trying to make these cookies.” you shot him a sassy look with your hand rested on your hip.

He pouted, looking back at you with his baby blue eyes, and his arms still stretched out.

You let out a sigh, “Ugh how can I say no to that face?” You walked over to him, he tightly wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

As you were pulling away, you reached back onto the counter, and grabbed one of the mixing spoons. You hid it behind your back while Jack was scrolling through his phone, leaning against the counter. You quickly snuck up behind him and whacked his bum with it.

“Ow! What was that for?” he shouted, rubbing his backside.

“That’s what you get for scaring me!” you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him.

He put his phone down and began chasing you around the counter. Before he could catch you, you put your hands up, “Okay! Okay! Truce! You can either help me or get out of my kitchen! Enough messing around Maynard.”

Without saying a word, Jack left the room. You didn’t think anything of it, but then a few minutes later you glanced back up to see a surprise. There was Jack still shirtless in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, striking a cheeky pose.

Yep. That’s your boyfriend.

“I’m ready to bake baby!” he smirked, flexing his arms to show off his muscles.

You burst into laughter while looking him up and down. “You really want to help?”

He strut over to you, nodding his head like a big goof. “So..you wanna kiss the cook?”

“Let’s see how well you do and then maybe you’ll get one.” giving him a wink.

You had finished mixing the dough with the chocolate chips. So all that was left to do was roll the dough into balls, and place them on the cookie sheet. Which you thought would be a perfect job for Jack and hard for him to screw up.

“Okay Jack, before we put the the cookie dough on here, we need to spray the pan.”

“Spray the pan? With what?” sporting a confused look on his face.

“You have to spray it with cooking spray so the cookies don’t stick to the pan.”

“Oh of course. That makes sense, I knew that.” he scoffed.

“Yeah of course you did.” you laughed, rolling your eyes. You handed him the spray, “Okay go ahead then.”

He started to spray, laying on the first coat. You thought he knew that’s all you needed, until you saw him continue to spray the pan. “Alright! That’s enough Jack!” you yelled, taking the spray away from him.

“I just wanted to make sure it was all covered!” he explained, pointing to his handy work.

“Oh trust me it’s covered.”

You set the pan down beside you. Then grabbed the mixing bowl and brought it over to him. “Now that the pan is sprayed…”

“You’re welcome.” he interrupted with a proud smile.

You just smiled back and continued, “As I was saying, this is the cookie dough. I need you to scoop out some with a spoon, roll them into little balls, and place them on the pan.”

“Pshh easy enough. Babe I got this!” sounding sure of himself.

“Okay if you got this, I’m going to preheat the oven, and start cleaning up.”

 ~~

When you finished cleaning the kitchen, you stepped into the living room to see Jack lounging on the sofa. You fell down next to him and snuggled into his side. He was still wearing his apron which made you laugh to yourself. “Everything go ok with the cookies?” looking into his baby blues.

“I think you’ll be really impressed.” putting his forehead against yours, nudging your nose.

“Oh yeah?” you smirked.

“Mhmm.” he hummed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

 *Beep Beep Beep* The fire alarm suddenly started to chirp

“Oh shit!” Jack mumbled to himself.

You both sprang off the sofa and ran into the kitchen as fast as you could.

You harshly nudged him, “Don’t just stand there! Get the oven mitt and get the pan out of there!”

He opened the oven, releasing a huge cloud of smoke that covered the entire kitchen.

You began to cough and wave your hand to clear some smoke, before rushing to open all the windows.

Shortly after getting some air flow through the room, the fire alarm stopped. You could still faintly hear it ringing in your ears.

Jack cleared his throat, setting the pan down on the counter. Both staring down at your disaster. You noticed not only were the cookies burnt, but they were clumped together in a huge blob. Which could only mean one thing. “Hey Jack.” you said calmly.

“Yeah babe?”

“Remember when I said to roll the cookie dough into little balls?”

He nodded.

“Did you space them out or put them close together?”

“Is this a trick question?” he laughed.

You gave him an unamused look, crossing your arms in front of you. He could tell you weren't in the mood to joke around.

“Well..I thought we could fit more dough and have more cookies in a batch, if I put them a little closer together.”

You shook your head, raising your hand to your face. “That's not how it works babe.”

Jack glanced back down at charred cookie blob and frowned, making fake sniffle noises.

You faced him and put your hands to his cheeks. You could tell he really tried to impress you and make an effort to help. He was genuinely upset. “Hey look at me.” you whispered softly, meeting his gaze. “It could've been a lot worse.”

“Oh yeah how?” pouting out his lower lip.

You started to giggle, “Well for starters, you could've burned down the flat.”

He tried so hard to look like he was still sad, but you both ended up in a laughing fit.

He wrapped you up in a hug, “Maybe I should leave the cooking and baking to you.” he admitted.

“I think that's for the best.” flashing him a smile then letting out a sigh.

Jack reached for your hand, “What’s wrong (Y/N)?”

“Well since the cookies turned out to be a disaster, we have no treats. I was really looking forward to them that's all.” you placed your arm on the counter, propping your head up against it.

“Hold on!” Jack abruptly moved away from you and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out the mixing bowl that had cookie dough in it earlier and set it down in front of you.

“Is that...? Where did this come from?” you asked cheerfully.

“I saved some of the cookie dough and put it in the fridge. In case we wanted to make another batch. See today wasn't a total loss!” he smiled, handing you a spoon.

You took it and smiled back at him, biting your lower lip. “You are full of surprises Maynard.”

“Don't you forget it!” he waved his spoon at you. “C’mon let's grab the bowl! We can bring it over to the sofa and eat it while we watch something.”

You spent the rest of night in your boyfriend’s arms, watching Game of Thrones, and feeding each other cookie dough. Life couldn't get much better. He might not be a cook,but he sure does keep life interesting and never fails to make you smile.

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Grace & Janis

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Think not Grace: If I've worn it before I LITERALLY CAN'T Grace: I'm telling you he's EXTRA Grace: trying to impress here Janis: 🙄 Janis: Well let's not act like it's a hardship, any excuse to shop with you Janis: so go for it Grace: UM rude Janis: 😂 Come on Janis: you should have a share in Topshop at this point Grace: If I did I wouldn't need to impress any lads 💸💸💸 Janis: 'Course Janis: forgot you were in it for the 💰 Grace: Excuse you, not Ri Grace: wish she was here tho Janis: Sure she can spare time to facetime you if nowt else Grace: you'd think Grace: ugh Grace: this family, only around when you don't want them Grace: so typical Janis: Preaching to the choir Grace: did mum & dad catch barista boy the other night?? Grace: assuming not as you haven't died of shame Grace: sooooooooo cringe Janis: Don't think so Janis: Not that I was trying to sneak, just don't want them to chat to him Janis: or me, for that matter Grace: OMG dad would try & feed him Grace: LET IT GO Janis: Don't Janis: I have to have dinner with his family, and his Dad's girlfriend Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: next level cringe Janis: Yeah Janis: idc about the kids they're cool but Grace: his little brother is sooooooooooo cute 😍😍 Grace: & not to be a bitch but better at art than your bf Janis: 😂 Janis: alright go on a date with him Grace: if I was 6 I would Janis: You weirdo Janis: 😏 Grace: whatever he's adorable shhh Grace: Asia's little brother is 👾 like actually soooooooo mean Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Know the feeling, babe Grace: bitch don't be calling me out Grace: I'm so nice Janis: 😏 Janis: so self-centred, you know there's 10 of us Janis: could be talking about any one of yous Janis: talking 'bout you all, as it goes but Grace: you're the mean one 👌👌👌 Grace: are you still gonna help me with my OOTD or not? Janis: Never Janis: so shocking you would suggest that Janis: yeah, go on then Grace: don't be a bitch when I spam you with dressing room selfies Grace: the lighting is literally designed to make us wanna kill ourselves Janis: 🐸🍵 Janis: hot take Grace: 🐸 to 👸 🤞 Janis: Don't be tryna lips the sales assistant Janis: she don't get paid enough for that Grace: if I'm not getting any from my date Janis: 🙄 called that in the air Janis: no need to have that many sleepovers Grace: 😂 Grace: Mia obvs would have invited you babes if that was true Janis: 🤢 it's gross 'cos it's true Grace: should we throw her a coming out party or?? Grace: It is pride month Grace: before you know it Janis: 😂 Bitch I wish you would Grace: if I knew that was all it would take for you to like me Grace: 💔💔💔 Janis: What, dragging that bitch? No duh Janis: You been knew Grace: she's the only one who thinks being gay is a drag Grace: idk why even Grace: I'd love that, boys are the WORST Janis: 💔 Janis: The tragedy that is hetrosexuality Grace: I know, right? Grace: so unfair Grace: but like I'd just be worried that the girl is hotter than me the whole time anyway so Janis: 😂 Janis: Looks like you can't win, babe Grace: Truly Grace: [sends first potential outfit] Grace: 😱😱😱 LOOK at this! UGH I wanna die Janis: It isn't that bad, calm down Janis: the colour is a bit Janis: though, so yeah, keep looking Grace: No way this assistant is getting 💋 now thank you Grace: you're more help & that's Grace: just weird Janis: not working on commission Janis: though I should charge Grace: IOU Grace: whenever Janis: Whatever Janis: nbd Grace: I'm serious, not THAT much of a bitch Grace: [sends outfit option 2] Grace: OMG!! HOW ARE THEY GETTING WORSE! 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Janis: Yes bitch Janis: it has potential but you need the size down at least Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: 👌 wait Grace: [take 2] Janis: Way better Janis: can actually see you have a body Grace: I s2g if you're trolling me rn Grace: I will kill you Janis: I ain't, that's how it's meant to look Janis: not 2 foot of extra material Grace: I don't wanna do this Grace: no offense Grace: not this specifically Grace: just ugh Janis: Why not Grace: idk I haven't been to the gym in FOREVER Grace: & none of this is working either Janis: so you feel shit Janis: what's a better way to feel better about yourself than having a boy all 😍 and Mia all 😡 Grace: but what if it goes wrong Grace: I haven't been on a date date for ages either Grace: & not to like Grace: wherever this is Grace: like excuse me while I load up a tutorial about which fork to use when 🙄🙄 Janis: It won't Janis: you're chatty, you're the nice one Janis: unless he's really boring or a dick then like Janis: that's on him Janis: if anyone is suited to dates, it's you Grace: Oh please Grace: anyone can be chatty & nice when they want a boy to get off with them at a party Grace: even you Janis: Yeah? Why didn't I then Janis: Massive virgin you reckon Grace: duh cos you don't want to Grace: waiting on your rom-com moment with barista boy obvs Janis: 😑 piss off Grace: it's not shade babes Grace: it's like the opposite Janis: It's you that likes rom-coms, not me Grace: everyone's jealous for a reason tho Grace: not saying I am cos EW Grace: kms Janis: Nice save Grace: OMG shut up Grace: you know what I mean Janis: Whatever Janis: not trying to make you jealous Grace: I'm just saying Grace: he's actually a decent boy & he likes you & knows how to treat you Grace: how often is that happening around here? Janis: not with the lads you like Janis: not all of 'em are cunts Grace: CAN YOU NOT Grace: so rude to me Janis: it's not, it's your taste Grace: OMG didn't open my mouth to be attacked Grace: thank you Janis: 🙄 calm down Grace: you first Grace: you're so mean literally ALL the time Janis: Not telling you exactly what you wanna hear isn't mean, Mia Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: whatever Grace: this was a bad idea Janis: You're so dramatic Grace: and? Grace: we've established you want me to change my entire personality Grace: get over it Janis: I don't give a shit Janis: I said you should Janis: then you wouldn't be 😭 all the time Grace: you have no idea Janis: Mhmm Janis: your struggle is so unique and complex Grace: no, but it's mine & you don't want any part in it so don't comment Janis: Nah Janis: I can do what I want Grace: yeah exactly Grace: it's so easy for you Janis: 🙄 Janis: sure Grace: I am Grace: I'd love not to care, babes Grace: such a mood Janis: then grow a pair and do it Grace: I can't Grace: I'm not you Janis: Not a requirement Grace: isn't it? Grace: if I put in as much effort or lack of as you, no boys would be falling in love with me Grace: trust Grace: they don't now Janis: you can't control other people, that's why Grace: I can't control what I look like either Janis: well you do so Janis: lie Grace: no I don't Grace: I have to be so extra to get anyone to pay attention to me Grace: you don't, you never would Janis: It's not a comparison to be made Janis: look at where you're looking to get attention from, like I said Grace: THAT'S the lie Grace: I'm compared to every sister we've got Grace: especially you Janis: and I'm not? Janis: People are dicks Grace: it just matters Grace: like it or not Grace: so I have to care about it Janis: Why Janis: you think you're gonna suddenly be hotter than Ri or a model like Billie 'cos you try Janis: that won't happen and people are still gonna chat Grace: so what I let myself be a 2 cos I can't be a 10? Grace: Like I wanna be alone forever Janis: People like what they like, you can't control it Janis: if you felt like a 10, it'd be irrelevant Grace: well I don't so it's not Janis: aren't you bored Grace: do you care? Janis: asked didn't I Grace: Like that means anything Grace: I asked you for help it doesn't mean it'll save my date disaster Janis: 🙄 Sod you then Grace: sure Janis: 👌 Grace: thanks for the help Grace: wasn't like a totally tragic attempt Janis: Like I care Janis: you try so hard you should have it figured out by now Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Bye then Janis: have fun on your date Grace: I'll try Grace: obvs Janis: Got to stay true to type Grace: exactly Janis: go with the last one you tried on Janis: welcome Grace: The search continues Grace: stopping at like 4 lacklustre outfits? UM NO Janis: yeah how crazy not to waste another 4 hours having emotional breakdowns in a changing room Grace: how crazy to bother going on this date at all if I'm not bringing it Grace: bitch please Janis: so pick 4 Grace: it's not good enough Grace: need a jaw dropping moment duh Janis: 🙄 Grace: I don't need anymore help don't do yourself an injury Janis: yeah you do Janis: call one of your friend Grace: No I don't Grace: rude bitch Janis: found an outfit then? no Grace: I can do it Grace: I'm not that tragic Janis: 👌 Grace: such 🔥 advice from you, babes Grace: that's the secret Janis: You said it yourself, I don't need to try Janis: boohoo Grace: duh why I asked Grace: if I was gonna ask my friends I could just ask myself Grace: 🙄🙄 Janis: Well you ain't listening and apparently can't 'cos you ain't me so how did you think it'd work Grace: I am listening I'm just choosing to ignore you Grace: cos I don't trust you Janis: well then why waste both our time asking Grace: IDK Grace: I thought maybe you'd hold off being a judgey bitch for long enough Janis: Oh fuck off Janis: You're literally asking for judgment Janis: and I gave it you Grace: of the clothes not EVERYTHING else Grace: I feel bad enough thank you Janis: I haven't said shit Janis: it's you Grace: you're always shading me Grace: check back in with yourself & this convo Grace: not even passive aggressive just aggressive Janis: I said you had shit taste in men and friends, which is true Janis: and that's all I've said so jog on Grace: no, you're making fun of me for trying when I literally told you I have to Janis: No, I'm not Janis: you're saying how hard it is so I'm telling you to not Janis: ask why that bothers you so much Grace: if it wasn't hard I wouldn't have to, would I? Grace: I'd just be walking around #effortless like you Grace: you acting like crying in a dressing room is such a big joke bothers me Janis: You can, literally you are the only person stopping yourself Janis: If being you is harder than all this effort then you've got bigger problems than what dress to wear on this date Grace: I'm aware Grace: but one thing at a time, hun Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Priorities, Grace Grace: oh excuse me Grace: I'll just put everything on hold while I address being me 👌👌 Janis: well bitch Janis: what is your excuse Janis: just do it before you're 40 your midlife crisis would be tragic Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: best advice yet obvs Grace: maybe you should charge, babes Janis: That's the plan Janis: you owe me, remember Grace: & you're taking it in 💸 yeah? weird flex but sure Janis: what else have you got Janis: don't look enough alike I can force you to go to this dinner so Grace: You could literally make me do ANYTHING & that's what you're going with? Grace: Having a bf has obvs changed you Grace: real tragedy Janis: Clearly not as mean as you reckon Janis: gutted Grace: for you, you had being a savage going for you at least Janis: Mhmm Janis: one moment I'm #effortless the next I've got nowt Janis: give it up, kid Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: didn't say that Grace: also am literally older than you, bitch Janis: what are you saying Janis: you don't make no sense, babe Grace: your looks are effortless, your personality needs work Grace: but nothing is going too far Grace: you're got an IOU Grace: & the barista whose speech you're stealing now like Janis: Go me Janis: 👏 Grace: mhmmm Janis: Poor Gracie Janis: enough cafes about, do a crawl, get you your own Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: & I'm not listening to you, sure Grace: that'll solve all my problems rn thanks so much Grace: I don't wanna go on the date I agreed to Janis: Only 'cos you're nervous Janis: you aren't sworn off of dick are you Grace: you told me not to shag him Grace: so not the point Janis: You aren't on a ban Janis: just not him in case Mia is scheming Grace: you don't know what self imposed rules I'm living by Janis: 😂 Really Grace: Better story than nobody being interested Grace: schemes aside Janis: 🙄 come off it Grace: Oh sorry are you not living for my honesty Janis: you said it, anyone can get lads to get off with them Janis: so that ain't what you want either Grace: I also told you it's been ages Grace: & never said that's what I want anyway Janis: well you ain't forgot, like Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: what it's like to have an actual boyfriend maybe Janis: maybe Janis: like he's maybe several squirrels in a boy suit Grace: You're so weird Grace: what am I meant to do with that Janis: Says you Janis: You've had boyfriends, ain't you, like, what do you mean Grace: not really Janis: ? Grace: I've had boys Grace: sometimes they wanna get off with me more than once Grace: I'm not going to family dinners Grace: I'm not even #official Janis: Oh Janis: Okay Janis: well I'm just going to this dinner to piss off his Dad so like Janis: but I don't know Janis: it's Janis: nice Grace: Well you'll be amazing at that Grace: what's his dad's thing? Grace: why he so idk Janis: 👍🖕 cheers, bitch Janis: He don't like me but he's just a moody twat in general Grace: you should play the race card at dinner Grace: that'll really get to him Janis: 😂 Janis: Probably ain't looked at me long enough to notice Grace: it'll make him uncomfortable anyway Grace: I get comments on my vids all the time Janis: Idk why you keep doing it Grace: obvs Grace: you don't know anything about me Janis: 🙄 Janis: it wasn't a read Janis: I'm just saying Janis: all the trolling you get Grace: I'm just saying Grace: It's a fact Grace: we don't know each other Grace: another reason I asked for your help before, duh Janis: How's that make sense Grace: what do you even mean? Janis: How'd you reckon I could help you if I don't know you, is what I mean Grace: cos I'm not trying to be myself Grace: so you don't need to Grace: get in, make him want me, get out Grace: but not the real me, just whoever he wants me to be Grace: or thinks I am already whatever Janis: It would help if I knew him, or you did Janis: not all boys like one look Janis: contrary to what you might think Grace: I know enough Grace: & I know the kind of boys Mia is 'friends' with Grace: I'm not as stupid as you think Janis: then why do you need my help Janis: Jesus Grace: I didn't need it Grace: I just wanted it Grace: like I said, I've got no backup Janis: have you tried on any more or what Janis: what are you even doing Grace: I'm in a different shop Grace: excuse you Janis: Oh God Janis: Are you gonna be this unbearable if I come find you? Grace: I can go harder, bitch Grace: Is this a test? Grace: this one's got more potential Grace: so not sorry Janis: Shut up, do you want me to come or nah Grace: not really Grace: can't mute you in person Janis: Fuck you then Grace: Like you said, I feel shit Grace: do I need you adding to it? 🤔 Janis: I was coming to help 'cos I felt sorry for you but literally get to fuck Grace: yeah your pity is really gonna help Grace: I'd rather die Janis: FYI then, you're coming on strong with the sobstory Janis: not a mood Grace: thanks Janis: 👋 Grace: 💋 Grace: [later] Grace: my phone's dying tell mum & dad where I am so they don't get extra Janis: Alright Janis: another IOU though Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: whatever Grace: I've got money so Grace: haven't shopped THAT hard Janis: Nah Janis: like I ain't gonna rise to the challenge Janis: HATE to disappoint Grace: awkward considering how often you do it Grace: but sure Janis: Whatever you say 😏 Grace: Mia's still walking around being THAT bitch so yeah Grace: disappointed™️ Janis: sounds a bit like you want me to murder her...? Grace: 😂 Grace: better idea Grace: come with me Janis: Twin murder Janis: someone's got to have beat us to that 👯 Grace: UM HELLO!? I'm being serious Grace: come on the date with me & she'll die Janis: 🤔 Janis: Hmm Grace: you know I'm right Grace: you don't even have to have a good time as long as the #s say you do Grace: not like I'm seeing this boy again you can literally leave after pics Janis: Yeah, alright Janis: I'll ask Jim, as long as he ain't busy then why not Grace: yay! Grace: 👌👌👌 Grace: persuade him babes Janis: Sometimes he has to look after his sibs it's not that easy but I'm asking Grace: tell him I'll take a shift Grace: I'm an amazing babysitter Janis: dope, you gotta come on your own date 😂 Grace: I mean as an IOU like Grace: so you two can go on one that you actually wanna Grace: 💖💖 Janis: I'll throw that out too Janis: Yeah, he'll do it Grace: OMG Grace: yay Grace: wear something she'll hate Janis: Know I said it weren't that posh but reckon trackies are a no-go Janis: but she hates everything I do so not hard still Grace: duh just look 🔥🔥🔥 Grace: she thinks you can't Janis: Yeah right Janis: 👌🍆 Janis: established Grace: don't be borrowing any of my clothes to do it bitch, I saw that! Janis: Don't worry, I won't 😂 Grace: HOW DARE Grace: that dress was in reach of you for a reason Grace: not like it's my fave Janis: Should hope not Janis: it got the job done Grace: I'm not wearing it on the date so chill Grace: or like EVER now you have Janis: 🙄 Janis: I'm not diseased Grace: bitch you 'grammed it Grace: do you wanna share clothes with me? I think not Janis: Technically I didn't Janis: 🤷 Grace: It's still there Grace: we aren't 6, not a mood Janis: 💔 Janis: Turn it into curtains then Janis: switch it up Grace: You're so weird Grace: not that kind of youtuber thanks Janis: like you've not seen the sound of music Grace: Indie & Ri made me Grace: 🙄 Janis: 👌 you loved it Grace: shut up Grace: I did not Grace: soooooooooo cringe Janis: you loved any time they'd let you hang Grace: glad my phone's about to die if you're going back to being a bitch Janis: oh hush Janis: got the place, give us the time then Grace: be there at 8 Grace: we don't need to go together Janis: would feel a bit ganged up on Janis: poor lad Janis: you can have drinks first, I know to be fashionably late Grace: thank god Grace: I'll need them Grace: he's so Janis: so? Grace: ugh idk so MUCH Grace: the ego is like Grace: I can't Janis: sounds like a keeper Janis: whatever Janis: had worse night's out for less, yeah? Grace: IKR Grace: 🙄 whatever I'm focused Grace: he thinks I'm gonna be all 😍😍😍 that'll be you boy Janis: 👍 Janis: exactly Grace: OMG what should I drink? Drunk is not the mood Janis: Yeah, go easy Janis: just like rose or some shit Grace: champagne 'cause he's rich Grace: it doesn't taste nice so Grace: not gonna be wild Janis: as long as there's water at the table Janis: so dry Grace: & as long as he's paying Grace: no way I am Grace: sorry about it ladies but this isn't a typical date night Janis: 😶 Janis: secret's safe with me Grace: tell the barista Grace: if anything's on the 'gram that ruins me I'm gonna murder him Janis: 😂 Janis: don't get your bad side, got it Grace: girl please, for that night only I don't have one Janis: That's the attitude Janis: if he's paying got more funds to go all out Grace: I hope it's not actually too expensive if you have to Grace: Mia's not worth THAT much Janis: Nah, I checked Janis: he's not going that hard Grace: Phew Grace: last thing I need is his entitlement 🙄 Janis: Obvs Daddy's spends aren't going that far Grace: how embarrassing Janis: all sorted then? Grace: sure Janis: in a bit then Grace: 😘