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drawlfoy · 5 years ago

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Truce

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pairing: draco x goldentriofriend!reader

request: yes! thank you :) sorry for not actually following the type of soulmate AU you wanted.....i took a creative plunge

summary: draco malfoy and the reader, while having rather tense relations before, are pushed into a strange situation and are forced to work together to get out of it. once they learn the reasoning behind their predicament, things are only complicated further.

warnings: cursing most likely because ~that’s me~ also there’s a mini anxiety attack (i don’t even know if it’s classified as that) so if that’s a trigger i don’t suggest reading this!

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve writtten in one go and i also don’t have any beta readers or edit it closely, so i apologize for any errors i may have made. if you’re sick of soulmate aus, then this one may not be for you, but i tried to put a fresh spin on it instead of the run-of-the-mill names on their wrists/matching tattoos and whatnot.

music recs: please please please listen to the pride and prejudice soundtrack along with this! it pairs very well, especially with the songs living sculptures of pemberley, dawn, liz on top of the world, and leaving netherfield. so so so good. trust me on this one

word count: 8,596

Thursday morning. It was raining....again. Y/N was getting rather sick of the constant downpour that began the day earlier. She’d exhausted the use of drying spells and eventually stopped doing them--after all, there was no point in going through the trouble if she had to take the trek through the rain in just another hour.

Y/N was reminding her friends, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, of her plight as they walked to Potions.

“I can’t even imagine what would bring this weather onto us,” Y/N told the group, hoisting her robes up so they wouldn’t be dragged through another puddle.

“Can you cut it out?” Ron asked, rolling his eyes and pulling his cloak tighter around his body. “We’re all cold, we’re all wet, we’re all tired. I don’t want to think of it anymore than I have to.”

Hermione smacked Ron’s shoulder lightly, hissing a stressed be nice, Ronald! before turning back to Y/N.

“Be happy that it’s only been two days,” she told Y/N matter-of-factly. “I read in Hogwarts: A History that it once rained for 29 consecutive days. The weather surrounding the castle was temperate and per usual and no one ever found out why. The professors at the time hypothesized that someone got a little angry with the headmaster and messed with the weather. However, I believe...”

Y/N allowed Hermione’s analysis to take her where she wanted it to, instead choosing to study the various groups of students passing by. A group of 4th year Ravenclaws...uninteresting. She knew of some of their older Gryffindor siblings but had never spoken directly to them. A few strides behind, 2nd year Hufflepuffs were splashing around with a 5th year prefect, laughing and relishing the feeling of rain on their faces. Y/N couldn’t fight off the smile forming on her face--there was something about Hufflepuffs that inspired her to appreciate the present.

Then, as luck would allow, a much stormier group of students appeared around the corner: 6th year Slytherins, with, of course, Draco Malfoy at the very front of the pack.

Oh, how much she hated him.

He had a deep scowl etched into his face, his hood pulled taut over his blonde head. A few rogue strands of his hair were plastered to his forehead. Y/N chuckled to herself as the image reminded her of the Slytherin’s brief stint as a ferret in 4th year...except for this time, he resembled more of a drowned rat.

She decided to tell him as such.

“Oi, Malfoy, are ferrets allergic to water?” Her voice carried across the courtyard. Draco froze, his scowl deepening even further.

“What’d you just say to me?”

The Trio was behind Y/N in an instant, pulling back at her.

“Can we not start anything? Please?” Ron pleaded.

“Yeah, it’s too early for this,” Harry added. “Can you take a rain check?”

He yelled the last part out, clearly directing it at both Draco and Y/N.

Too late.

Draco was already in front of Y/N, his icy eyes ablaze.

“Maybe I should give you the same treatment,” he snapped, unsheathing his wand and rolling up his sleeves.

“Oh my god, he’s actually gonna do it Harry,” Y/N heard Ron whisper. “Are you gonna to help?”

“Listen, she got herself into it,” Harry mumbled back. “She could use this as a wake up call to not start any more shit.”

“Come on, Malfoy,” Y/N taunted, holding her empty hands out in front of her. “Do you even know the spell for that?”

“For your information, Transfiguration is one of my best subjects,” Malfoy snarled.

Oh. Now that she thought about it, Transfiguration was the only class he surpassed Hermione in. Sensing impending doom, Y/N reached for her own wand.

She hadn’t been holding it for more than a millisecond before she was disarmed, her wand falling down to the ground and just narrowly missing a deep puddle to her right. Flinching at the sight, Y/N bent down to snatch it up, praying that Malfoy would at least be a gentleman. She had no such luck.

She heard him begin to mutter something under his breath, no doubt the spell that would transfigure her into a ferret. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. He was really going to hex her while she was on the ground?

Y/N managed to jump up in time, abandoning her wand and instead dodging the spell by leaping to the side. Without her wand, Y/N only had one choice to save herself from the next attempt--she had to disarm him manually.

Before Malfoy could gather his bearings Y/N had sprung at him, her bare hands outstretched to knock his wand out of his arm. She was not successful--he jerked his hand out of the way before she could reach it. Instead, Y/N’s hands met the soft skin of Malfoy’s bare arm.

Pop!

The sound rang out, akin to the sound of apparition, but much louder, like everyone in the country decided to apparate at once.

Stunned, the two leapt away from each other. Y/N’s first instinct was to locate her wand, which she did without much trouble.

When she was sturdy on her feet again and ready to fight, she noticed something incredibly strange--not only was Malfoy not rapidly firing hexes at her, everything was completely silent, except, of course, the heavy breathing of Malfoy across from her. He was just as stricken as she was, but his eyes were darting around the scene surrounding him.

The first definite clue that something had happened was the rain. It was no longer falling--but that isn’t to say that the sky had cleared up. No, instead, the drops were stalled in the air, almost like what raindrops looked like when they hit the window if they were suspended in midair.

The second clue was the fact that no one was moving. The whirlwind of motion that had surrounded them in the instances before had halted. Curious, Y/N turned to her friends. Hermione was frozen, her wand up and pointing at Malfoy with a determined expression on her face.

Y/N would’ve smiled, pleased to know that her friends wouldn’t really leave her to be hexed without any help after all, but the situation was far too strange. Her best friend’s eyes were wide and unblinking. A raindrop that had just bounced off her hood was hovering above her brow, the silvery fragments levitating next to it.

“What is this?” Y/N’s voice had lost all previous conviction as the statement broke the crippling silence.

“I...er.....I don’t know.” Malfoy shifted his weight back and forth, deciding to flip his hood off his head now that it wasn’t being assaulted by rain. The fabric collided with the still raindrops above him. Y/N watched as the water fell into motion, pummeling back down to the ground.

“Maybe if we touch everyone, they’ll unfreeze,” Y/N offered.

Malfoy looked like he had something nasty to say in response, but he quickly closed his mouth before jogging over to his friends. He roughly poked Zabini, jumping back directly after to gauge his reaction.

Nothing. Zabini’s body swayed away from Malfoy’s jab, but he did not spring back to life.

“That was a horrid idea, Y/L/N,” he snapped.

“And yet you tried it!” Her frigid hands curled to fists at her sides. “This isn’t my fault!”

“That’s not true!” Malfoy fired back. “The last thing you did before...this...happened was grab my arm! That triggered it!”

“I wasn’t the one trying to hex someone with their back turned!”

The two continued sparring, yelling various insults back at each other and shifting the blame. Eventually, Y/N ran out of venomous things to say and just stood there, her cloaked chest heaving and her fists clenched tight.

“Are you done now?” Malfoy taunted, twirling his wand around his fingers.

“Are you?”

The pair glared at each other. Y/N took note of the fact that they had taken a few steps closer to each other during the yelling match and immediately felt uncomfortable with the proximity.

“What are we going to do?” she asked wearily as she took a step back. “Obviously this has something to do with the two of us...unless this is an elaborate prank pulled on us.”

“A prank!” Malfoy straightened up, a relieved smile on his face. “Exactly! It has to be a prank!”

Y/N furrowed her brow, shaking her head at him.

“You’re an idiot! How could so many people freeze at once! And look at that 2nd year--she’s frozen in midair!”

They both turned to where she was pointing to see a young Hufflepuff floating over a puddle.

“Plus, who would even want to prank us like this? It’s not very fun.” She drew her pointed hand back, crossing her arms instead.

“Well, gee, I don’t know, people don’t like either of us very much,” Malfoy said, his voice annoyingly void of expression.

“What do you mean they don’t like me? It’s you they have a problem with!”

Malfoy shrugged, reaching up to unstick the wet hair on his forehead before flipping the soaked strands back onto his pristine blonde head.

“I don’t know. I’m just brainstorming.”

She glowered for a few moments, refusing to let him off.

“Ok, princess, what would you like me to do?”

The pet name startled her out of her disgruntled state.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re standing there acting like you want me to do something,” Malfoy pointed out. “So, in interest of shutting you up, what is it?”

“Well, I’d certainly like to get back into a world where my friends are acting like they’re alive, yeah?” Y/N tilted her head at him and raised an eyebrow. “But I don’t know if I want to deal with such an intolerable partner such as yourself.”

Malfoy bristled up.

“I’d like nothing more as well. Can we just...call a truce? For the time being, until we get out of here.”

What? Y/N stood frozen as the rest of her classmates in that moment, her brain refusing to comprehend what her enemy had just told her. A truce?

“You mean it?” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

“You’d think I’d say--” Malfoy stopped himself before he let out another biting remark, huffing dramatically instead. “Yes. I do.”

“Okay then.” Y/N stepped forward, extending her hand and tucking her wand back into her pocket. “Let’s start out simple. Maybe if we touch again, the world will return to normal.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything back, instead reaching his own hand out to grasp hers in a handshake.

“But,” he interjected, right before their hands met, “The truce ends when this situation does.”

“Deal.”

With that, they shook hands. Y/N was overjoyed when she felt an airy, light feeling in her stomach, almost like someone had set off sparks inside her at the meeting of their skin. It seemed as though Malfoy felt it too, as he glanced eagerly around at their surroundings. Y/N followed suit, dragging her eyes away from the blonde Slytherin and praying to see movement resume around them.

Nothing. Everything was still, and the thick, deafening silence hung in the air between them.

“Okay, so it isn’t reversed like that,” Y/N pointed out rather lamely. “What next?”

“Do you think time has stopped?” Malfoy suddenly butted in, ignoring her previous question.

“Well...” Y/N thought for a moment. “Yeah. That’s what I assumed. Do you think it could be anything else?”

“Let’s go find a clock,” he suggested. “I would think that time has stopped, but if it’s a prank, then it probably hasn’t...that would take immense and mature magic to do.”

“Okay.”

♥♥♥♥

It took a while to locate the big grandfather clock that Malfoy insisted was always on time, no matter the occasion. Malfoy kept saying “no, nevermind, other corridor” and grabbing her arm to pull her in another direction.

The most horrifying aspect of their trip was the sheer amount of still students and even faculty that they passed by. McGonagall was in the middle of lecturing a rowdy group of 3rd years, her crooked index finger pointed at them in emphasis.

Y/N found it hard to believe that such an esteemed woman would stoop to the level of a prank this concerning, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try pleading with her.

“Please, Professor,” she whined, turning her head as Malfoy dragged her down the hall. “If this is a prank, please make it stop. I don’t understand why this is happening...”

Malfoy scoffed.

“You really think McGonagall is going to do us any favors when I’m with you? You’re even more daft than I thought.”

Y/N shoulder bumped him aggressively, sending him a sour look.

“Truce, remember?”

Sighing dramatically, Malfoy just steered her down another side corridor, one she had never been down before.

“Ah, here it is.”

Malfoy cast a quick Lumos to observe the clock in the dim corridor and was cemented into his beliefs when he noticed that the second hand was completely stationary.

“Yeah, time’s stopped alright,” he reported, extinguishing his wand. “This probably isn’t a prank.”

He watched in shock as Y/N slumped to the ground by the wall, holding her head in her hands.

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe this is happening to me, of all people!” she exclaimed, vividly enunciating her words with her hand movements. “I’ve never done anything bad, I follow most of the rules, I’m only occasionally a pain in the arse, and now suddenly I’m stuck in a...glitch in the matrix or something, with you none the less!”

Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

“Truce, remember?” He took extra care to imitate the exact way she said just a few moments ago.

“It’s not an insult, it’s just the truth!” Y/N cried out. “You sure as fuck know how much you torment me and my friends on stuff we can’t change!”

Females. This was why Malfoy never lasted in relationships--girls were different. You couldn’t just treat them like trash and expect them to forget about it.

“Can we please just focus on the task at hand right now? You can yell at me all you want after this is all sorted out.”

Y/N lifted her head from her knees to glare at Malfoy. Perhaps it was just the low lighting that was messing with him, but he thought he could see the slight gleam of unshed tears in her eyes.

“Why? We apparently have all the time in the world,” she countered. “And plus, what if we never get out? What if I’m stuck in this with you forever?”

Malfoy ran a hand through his hair, leaning on the wall opposite of hers.

“We can’t afford to think like that right now,” he told her. “There has to be a reason behind this. People don’t get wrapped up in these things randomly without us knowing about it.”

“But what if the world is going on as normal right now? What if we just disappeared?” Y/N’s voice struggled to hold in a sob.

“Are you joking?” Malfoy scoffed. “You seriously think that I could go missing without someone noticing?”

“Please, Draco! Stop!”

“Stop...what exactly?” He sunk down to the ground as well. They would’ve been eye level with each other if Y/N wasn’t hung between her knees. “And why did you call me Draco?”

“Is that seriously what you’re concerned about right now?” Y/N wailed. “Whether or not I used your surname? Are you kidding me? We’re in the middle of a crisis!”

Malfoy couldn’t help it--he let out a small chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?”

“A crisis? Really?” He pushed his laughter back, leaving just slight amusement on his face. “I could think of plenty of girls that would consider this a blessing.”

“You’re deranged.”

“Truce!”

“Fuck you.”

Y/N stood up, brushing her robes off as she began to stride off down the corridor they came from.

“Where are you going?” Malfoy called, getting on his own feet as well.

“I’m going to find out how to get out of here,” she responded, raising her voice so it would carry. She didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder. “And since you’re so difficult, I want to do it by myself. Come find me when you want to behave.”

Her figure disappeared as she turned a corner, leaving Malfoy to sort out his own feelings.

Why had that hurt him?

♥♥♥♥

While she was afraid, Y/N couldn’t hide the fact that she was overwhelmed with possibility. If she truly had all the time in the world, then maybe she could read all the books in the library, or study for all of her N.E.W.T.S, or...she shut off the naughtier thoughts. If she had no moral backbone, perhaps she would go around messing with the frozen people surrounding her, but she knew that was a bad idea. Even suspending the concern for basic human decency, she knew full well that Draco was going to try and unfreeze time. If he managed to do so while she was in the middle of mussing up Parkinson’s hair, she would be brutally slaughtered.

So, naturally, she began to make her way to the library. Y/N’s first instinct would be to ask McGonagall for help, but she was clearly not a viable option, so studying and perusing books would have to suffice.

But what would she even search for?

The silence finally felt natural once she stepped into the library. There were a few students frozen in their spots, but not enough to disturb Y/N anymore than she already was. Madam Pince was at her desk, holding a book just inches above the table.

“Looking for something?”

The sudden sound made Y/N leap in the air as Draco appeared around the corner, holding a few books in his hands.

“You git!” she hissed. “Keep it down!”

“Or what? Madam Pince will throw me out?” His lip quirked.

Y/N let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh...guess you’re right.”

He rolled his eyes, turning his back to her to head back over to a bookshelf and shooting an “Am I ever not?” over his shoulder.

She chose to skip over the general Arithmancy, Charms, and Potions sections and headed straight for the restricted section. Without Pince to stop her, she’d finally have free rein, something she had never had before. Momentarily, Y/N was happy, even if it meant that she had to freeze time for it.

Y/N worked diligently, skimming through every book on the shelf. Nothing mentioned instances of time stopping under the conditions that occurred for them--rather, she read a fair bit on time turners and the like. But nothing, absolutely nothing, offered any information regarding time freezing over something as simple as a touch.

She was incredibly disappointed. If she were to choose any section that would help her with obscure magic, it would be the Restricted section, and even it managed to fail her this time.

The familiar rope of anxiety tightened around her throat, and suddenly she was fighting for her access to oxygen. Her breaths became shallow pants as she braced herself against the bookshelf.

Calm down, calm down, breathe, breathe.

“Oh, shit, Y/N, are you okay?”

A flash of blonde appeared in her peripheral, dashing towards her. The sudden movement should’ve startled her, but for some reason, the prospect of having a moving, breathing human with her was more comforting than anything. Even if she hated his guts. Even if he just recently tried to transfigure her into a ferret.

Y/N found herself unable to respond, instead choosing to focus on chanting her inner mantra of in, out for each breath she took. She could see that he was much closer now, sidled up to her left shoulder.

“It’s me, Y/N, you’re okay,” he told her, reaching up a hand to grasp her shoulder. It wasn’t necessarily the sweetest gesture, but the amount of pressure was just enough to ground Y/N and keep her breaths from shallowing into frantic gasps.

She nodded, still not trusting her voice to work. A pale hand that was not her own reached up to push a strand of hair out of her face.

I’ve really done it this time she thought. I’m so off my rocker that I’m hallucinating Draco Malfoy being nice to me.

Her eyelashes began to flutter closed as she swayed and lost her balance. This was new--any time she had felt too overwhelmed in the past, she had only gotten breathless and a little lightheaded, never actually woozy.

She attempted to use her voice to tell Draco that she needed to sit down, but it betrayed her, her statement coming out as a string of mumbles.

“What was that?” She could see his face, granted, it was fuzzy, but even she could decipher the concern etched into his face.

“I need to sit down,” she finally got out, barely hearing herself.

Realization flowed into Draco, and within seconds his arms were around her, guiding her way to the ground. Y/N was a tad shaky on the way down, but she managed to keep her head on straight. Once she was indisputably sitting on the floor, Draco retracted his arms and sat up straight, watching as she leaned back into the bookshelf and cast her eyes to the ceiling, breathing shakily.

He knew better than to push for an answer at the moment, so he waited for her to offer an explanation.

It didn’t take her long to regain her strength. Blinking the cloudiness out of her eyes, she leaned forward and looked Draco in the eyes.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Truce.”

At some point in time, Draco had sat down opposite of her, his knees drawn to his chest, mirroring Y/N’s position. The aisle was cramped enough for their knees to brush every time one of them shifted, and she wasn’t so sure that she minded that. Not anymore.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Draco asked gently, reaching out a hand to place on her knee. He told himself that it was simply to steady her--nevermind that she looked fine and was no longer swaying anymore. He was just a gentleman like that.

“Er...” She swallowed, looking up at the ceiling so she wouldn’t need to meet his eyes. If he saw her now, he’d know just how afraid she was. “I was searching this section, hoping to find something, and I didn’t, and the Restricted section has everything and I realized that if it’s not in here then it’s probably nowhere and no one knows and even if they did they could’ve help us because they’re frozen--”

“Y/N, breathe,” Draco commanded, letting his fingers spread to hold onto her knee a little firmer. “It’s all going to be okay. The Restricted section only would’ve helped if this was Dark Magic, or had some kind of offensive secret behind it. It doesn’t feel like that, does it?” He motioned to the air around them.

Y/N had to agree. She was scared, but at the same time, she didn’t feel like she was in immediate danger. There was no essence of evil around.

“Have you found anything?”

“No, but I’ve only searched the History section. I didn’t find much in there. There were a few odd mentions about time stopping, but I didn’t really get what they were referencing...they were all very old books.”

Y/N nodded.

“Do you want to check Divination next? Just in case.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“I can’t say that I’m enthused, but I guess that we have no choice but to do so.”

He jumped to his feet before Y/N could start moving, extending a hand out to her.

“I just got overwhelmed. I’m not going to die,” Y/N grumbled.

“You’re the only company I have,” Draco responded. “How do you think I’d feel if something happened to you?”

With that, he snatched her hand himself and pulled her up, albeit very carefully to her pleasant surprise.

♥♥♥♥

Between the two of them, it didn’t take long to skim a good portion of the books for anything regarding the freezing of time. Y/N was beginning to lose hope as they neared the final section.

Sensing her worry returning, Draco stepped closer to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We still have the entire library to search,” he soothed, his thumb moving in a tight, slow circle. “Don’t worry.”

Against her better judgement, she leaned back into him, allowing him to support her weight as her eyes squeezed shut.

“How are you not scared?”

“How do you know that I’m not?”

“Truce.”

Draco immediately backed down.

“Sorry. You’re just so easy to disagree with.”

Y/N giggled--actually giggled, to her horror--and attempted to distract herself from the embarrassment by engrossing herself in the next book she had pulled down. Draco had turned back around and was reading his own finding.

Her eyes, tired from the mounds of books she had skimmed before, lazily flicked over the table of contents before seeing a title that stopped her in her tracks.

When Time Freezes, 394

Y/N quickly flicked to the page, her heart beating fast. Could this be it?

It was.

“Draco, Draco, I think I’ve found something!” she cheered, spinning around to grab him. He snapped his own book closed and peered over her shoulder.

Together, they scanned the page, and together, their faces paled and jaws dropped.

“So...we’re soulmates? And that’s even a thing?”

Draco had moved away from her, leaving a few feet in between them. It seemed appropriate given how surprised he was, but still. The desired distance stung Y/N a little, but she was determined not to show it.

“Ridiculous, I’ve never heard of ‘soulmates’ being anything but a fantasy some people get wrapped up in.” Draco’s mouth twisted back into a scowl. Y/N realized that that was the first time he’d frowned ever since they’d begun to work together.

“It makes sense that you wouldn’t,” Y/N prodded. “It’d be such a rare phenomenon...it doesn’t discriminate on whether or not you’re a wizard or a muggle, it doesn’t care if your soulmate is halfway across the world and will never meet you. It doesn’t care if your soulmate dies when you’re both children. To meet a soulmate, even if it was real, would be such a rarity that of course no one would speak of it...with 7 billion people on earth, how would you know?”

Draco nodded begrudgingly.

“So, instead, time just freezes until you can figure this out?”

“It says right here that in ancient times, before humans had moved all across the world, it was much more common and it that was fabled to have inspired the phrase about how one’s heart stops when they see someone they love. And I assume the frozen time, triggered by the first time their bare skin touches, is offered to give the pair time to connect, and er....naturally perform the act that would unfreeze time without even knowing why time is frozen.” Y/N’s cheeks grew embarrassingly hot and she was sure that Draco could see it.

“And...what exactly is that? I didn’t read that far.”

“You have to....” Y/N swallowed and closed her eyes for bravery, “...kiss the other person.”

She wished that she hadn’t looked so pathetic, sitting there with her flaming cheeks over nothing but a kiss.

The sound of laughter broke her out of her pity party.

“What’s so funny, Draco?”

“You’re this flustered by a...kiss? Seriously?” He was doubled over, his hands supporting his weight on the bookshelf. “You’re joking, right? This is no big deal. We just do it, forget about it, and move on, yeah?”

“I thought you’d be less agreeable about it,” Y/N confessed, her face impossibly red.

“I mean, on a normal day, I might have reservations, but I’d do just about anything to get back to normalcy. I don’t think I can take this much longer.”

Y/N felt an unexpected dagger twist in her heart. It was really that bad to spend time with her?

“Of course, let’s just get it over with,” she choked out, hoping that he didn’t see how conflicted she was.

“No, not yet.”

Y/N knit her brows together in confusion.

“We need to be back in the courtyard! If we’re there one second and gone the next, people will have suspicions,” Draco explained slowly.

“Oh...yeah, I forgot.”

♥♥♥♥

On the walk back, Draco laid out very clear rules--if this worked, neither of them would speak about it again. His reasoning was that every married couple he knew weren’t soulmates--if they were, they would’ve said so.

“So, it shouldn’t matter much whether or not we’re soulmates,” he rationalized. “You’re a muggleborn, I’m a Malfoy, this just isn’t going to work out. I’ll go off and marry a pureblood, you’ll go off, and...”

His voice trailed off, and Y/N was suddenly hyper-aware of the lump forming in her throat. All the affection that he had shown to her...fake, just simply the product of their bizarre circumstances. She had thought for a second that he... but she should’ve known better than to trust his kindness; it was all a front.

“What’s the matter, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“You didn’t have a biting remark to my slight,” he pointed out, shooting her a curious look.

“I’m just distracted,” she lied, dragging her fingernails across her palms.

“What could be more enthralling than the fact that we’re about to unfreeze time!” He gestured grandly to the still students around them. They had arrived to their original spot and life as she knew it was about to resume. So why did she feel so bad?

“I don’t know, the fact that the universe thought that we were a perfect match for each other?” Y/N was horrified by the squeak her voice had become. “And the fact that you’re acting like it doesn’t matter?”

Draco shoved his hands back into his pocket, seeming to be deep in thought for a few moments.

“Soulmates are dated,” he finally offered. “Even if you are my soulmate--”

“I am.”

“Still.” His face was stony, expressionless. “We’d never work out. Not in my family. And after all, do you mean to tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone who almost transfigured you into an animal against your will?”

“I...er...I...” Y/N’s tongue suddenly seemed too large for her mouth. He’d really backed her into a corner, and judging by the way he was observing her, he damn well knew it. “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps it’s better that we just don’t think about it anymore.” He took hold of her hand, gently leading her over to where they had been standing. “Throw your wand on the ground.”

Y/N did as instructed, letting go of his hand in the process.

“And you, put your hood back on,” she said, pointing at his head.

He did so without complaint.

“So this is it, then,” Y/N stated, a little part of her hoping that he would correct her. “We’re going back to our fighting. The truce is over. And we’re going to pretend like we aren’t destined for each other?”

“If soulmates really were destined for each other, then why do none of them meet?”

Y/N prayed that Draco thought that the wetness on her cheeks was from walking through the sheets of still rain. Perhaps if she kept telling herself that, she’d believe it too.

“Oh, and, Malfoy?” She was bitterly pleasured when he saw the hurt flash in his eyes with the usage of his last name. “Roll up your sleeves, will you?”

Poking his wand in his pocket, he made quick work of the job while Y/N attempted to pretend like he didn’t look like the most precious thing when he had his hood on.

“Okay, so,” he began awkwardly once his sleeves were taken care of, “You’re going to grab my forearm the way you were before, and I’m going to lift my other hand to cover our faces from my side...”

Y/N drowned out the instructions, instead suddenly panicking at what she was about to do.

“...and....Y/L/N, are you even listening to me?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Is something wrong?” She hated the way his eyes shone with what a bystander--or anyone, really--could interpret as genuine worry. She knew better now.

“I just...” Her breath caught. She had no reason to be confiding anything in him, but for some reason, the confession left her before she could veto the idea. “I didn’t imagine my first being like...”

She trailed off, giving up on finding the words to fit her inner turmoil. Draco’s ice blue eyes widened with amusement.

“You haven’t kissed anyone before?! I can’t say that I’m shocked.”

“No need to rub it in.” Y/N looked up at him with the nastiest glare that she could muster, which, unfortunately, was pathetic at best.

“Don’t worry, I’m good enough for the both of us,” he joked, placing her hand on his forearm. “Just shut your eyes. It’ll be over before you know it.”

He gazed down at her, waiting for her venomous objection. When it didn’t come, he took one step closer to her. “You ready?”

Y/N only had time to croak a weak “yeah” before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was wetter than she expected--but then again, the tears running down her cheeks had gained enough momentum to moisten her lips, and the rain certainly hadn’t done her any favors either.

Draco was right; he really did know what he was doing. It was all she could do to grip onto his forearm and allow him to lead. It began gentle enough, just the tender interlocking of his enviably soft lips and her inexperienced ones. Then, in a moment of bravery, his got more insistent, prying at hers tentatively, encouraging her to open them.

She was clinging onto his robes with her free hand, twisting them around and pulling him closer as her tears continued to flow. The salty taste of the kiss gave her away, but she had passed the limit of caring. It was all about to be over, anyways, and Draco had made it more than clear that he had no interest in having her.

Instead of giving into his demands, Y/N steeled herself and pushed him off her.

Pop!

The shrill sound bounded through the courtyard as Y/N bent down, snatching up her wand and pointing it back to a very shocked Malfoy.

“Try that shit on me again,” she spat, hoping that the now falling rain was disguising the wetness on her face. “I dare you. I will ruin you.”

He snarled.

‘Forgive me. I should’ve known better than to waste my time engaging with you, anyways.”

With that, he spun on his heel, turning back to the now breathing group of Slytherins. They were walking out of sight before Y/N could even comprehend what she had done. Had she just imagined all of that? No, that didn’t make any sense. She knew what happened, and she wasn’t a lunatic.

“Y/N, never do that again!” Harry exclaimed, rushing towards her and holding her face in his hands. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath, gazing up at Harry’s green eyes that were filled with actual worry, the exact thing that Draco lacked.

“I’m okay. Just tired. I don’t know why I did that...I’m sorry.”

She exhaled the apology, managing a weak smile to reassure the boy.

“Can we go to Potions now? The sooner it’s over, the sooner we get to lunch,” Ron complained a few feet away.

Y/N’s smile grew into a larger one as she was reminded of why she chose her friends after all.

♥♥♥♥

Y/N wished that Potions was filled with awkward eye contact and sexual tension...but unfortunately, Draco was treating her exactly as he had previously. Maybe she really was batty. Maybe she really had hallucinated it all.

But one touch to her tingling lips reassured her that she was not loony, and it was only when she brushed her fingertips over them that she noticed a certain blonde boy watching her out of the corner of her eye. The pit in her stomach that had existed since the kiss deepened.

Why did she feel so gross all of a sudden?

In the end, he did not try to talk to her and he most certainly did not try and make peace. Y/N was left to brew in her own confusion, but thankfully, she knew what to do.

After class, she took Hermione aside, telling Harry and Ron that she had “lady struggles” that she wanted to discuss. They both awkwardly nodded and dashed off, leaving the two to their own devices.

“‘Mione,” she began. “So, you know how Malfoy and I kind of...went at it in the courtyard this morning?”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and nodded. “And?”

“And, something else happened. I better show you; are you alright coming to the library with me?”

“Am I ever not alright with a trip to the library?” Her face cracked into a smile as the two made their way up to the library.

Y/N tried not to wince as they passed the corridor with the clock. The hole inside her sent pangs through her heart.

♥♥♥♥

“Divination? Er...” Hermione sent her a quizzical look as Y/N pointed to the section she had spent a considerable amount of time in that morning.

“Please just trust me,” Y/N breathed, dragging her friend as she desperately searched for the book. If she found it in the place they--well, her and Draco--had left it, then she would have concrete proof that it was real and not some weird daydream.

Her fingers pulled at a spine that looked suspiciously familiar, rejoicing when she recognized the cover.

“It’s this one, Hermione! Page 394! Read it, please!”

She thrust the book into her friend’s arms before she could contain herself, watching as she skimmed the pages, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“That’s what happened to me this morning,” Y/N told her. “I know that I must sound ridiculously mad, but it happened, and I just don’t know what to do, and now that it’s over, I just have this weird empty feeling inside of me...”

Hermione’s eyes were wide, and, for once in their lifetime, she didn’t look like she quite knew what to do.

“Tell me more. I want to understand.”

So, Y/N recounted the tale of the morning to her, attempting to gloss over the moments where Malfoy was especially soft but noticing that Hermione’s eyebrow cocked higher every time it was mentioned.

“So, he kissed you?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, and I liked it,” Y/N choked out, fighting back a fresh wave of tears.

“I believe you.”

“What?”

“I said, I believe you.” Hermione rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’m shocked that Draco Malfoy has found a match in anyone, but I love you, and you know that, so if he’s worthy of you...then maybe he’s not as bad as I originally thought.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N argued. “It doesn’t matter whether or not he’s worthy of me. He’s not interested because I’m a muggleborn...but he’s my soulmate, Hermione! How am I supposed to get over this and forget about it? And that empty feeling inside of me is just getting worse by the minute, like this chronic homesickness...”

Hermione allowed Y/N to weep on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around her midsection and holding her close.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, it’ll all turn out alright in the end,” she soothed. “There’s more to life than love anyways. You have great friends, talent, brains, a loving family...”

Her hand stroked through Y/N’s hair as she began to calm. Y/N sat up, offering Hermione a weak smile in return.

“What would you do if you were me?”

Hermione sighed, clearly expecting the question.

“Well...I wouldn’t give up. I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself, either, though. If I were you, I’d tell him how you feel at the moment and see what he says. If he still doesn’t want you, then that’s that and I’d count my losses and decide to start a business to fill the void.”

“Want to be business partners?”

Hermione just shrugged.

“We should go eat, you look weak. Perhaps you should send him a note, get him to meet you somewhere.”

Y/N smiled gratefully at her as they made their way to the Great Hall, hand in hand.

♥♥♥♥

She couldn’t bring herself to write the letter. The furthest she ever got was to the second line of the parchment...always beginning with a

“Dear Dra Malfoy, I can’t stop thinking about you and I want to see you again and I’m willing to forgive you for the past..”

She crumpled up the parchment before the ink even had a chance to dry, no doubt smudging the hastily scrawled words to the point of no repair.

There was no way around it. Y/N was never going to be able to send that letter, much less write it.

She needed a walk to clear her head. The cold air always helped, and when it rained, feeling the droplets on her face grounded her.

Slipping out of bed and padding quietly out of her dorm and common room, she was immediately hit with the rush of cold air. It was cooler than Y/N expected--normally when it rained in Scotland, the humidity in the air kept it from getting too frigid, but it was positively chilling outside.

She paid no mind to where her feet were taking her, accepting the fact that she was along for the ride. They seemed to have a purpose...she was no longer dawdling in the halls like normal; instead, her legs were briskly carrying her down into the lower floors of the castle.

The dungeons. Of course, how could she have been so shocked.

Y/N couldn’t be sure where the entrance was--she couldn’t see the door, after all, it only appeared once one uttered the correct password, but she just knew. There was no explaining it, it was just a fact that Y/N felt as sure about as she was her own name.

She stood there for a while, studying the stone of the wall and imagining Draco coming in and out, going about his everyday life casually, without a care in the world for her feelings. She couldn’t help but wonder if Draco had even considered honoring their destiny as soulmates.

“Give me a sign, please,” she whispered, not talking to anyone in particular. “Tell me whether I should try. I’ll leave him alone if you tell me to. I promise.”

Silence. Dead silence, just like when time had frozen, but she knew better. It was just the middle of the night and she was in the castle’s dungeons...the only people out of bed were tired prefects patrolling.

Speaking of which, footsteps broke the silence as they descended the staircase leading to Y/N’s corridor. She sat frozen in the hallway, unaware of where she could go. There was really only one way out of the dungeons that she knew of--the way that the footsteps were coming from.

Her only other option was to hide, and quickly. Thankfully, there was a tapestry covering an alcove and window that no doubt looked into the lake. She bolted behind it, hoping that she didn’t make too much noise.

The footsteps grew closer, allowing Y/N to hear the conversation going on between the mystery people.The empty hole in her stomach tugged.

There were two distinct male voices, one more painfully familiar than the other.

“--and thanks again for agreeing to help me get into the library at this hour. I completely forgot that that old bat wanted us to write an essay on this obscure Divination thing.”

Draco.

“Anytime.” Y/N could identify the second male voice as Theodore Nott, another Slytherin who was tight with Parkinson and Zabini.

“I think I’m gonna take a walk, so don’t wait up for me,” Draco said. Y/N wished that she could see him.

“Whatever you say.”

Nott murmured something under his breath, and the sound of stones softly moving apart filled the air.

Once he had stepped inside the common room, the stone sounded like it moved back into place.

Y/N had no chance to breath a sigh of relief, because just as she was about to let out a shaky exhale, she realized that a tall, slender shadow was standing right in front of her tapestry. A wand was poked around to the edge before it moved the tapestry away to reveal her hiding spot.

“What, are you planning on jumping me or something?” Draco asked, his eyebrows shooting up in inquisition.

Y/N felt her cheeks burning. Merlin, why couldn’t she do anything but blush when she was around him?

“Can you speak?” His words were deliberately slow and taunting.

“You know the answer to that,” she bit back.

“Ah, gotcha!” His face lit up briefly. “You know, that’s the easiest way to break the ice with you...get you mad.”

“I’m not mad!” Y/N huffed,

“I rest my case.”

“Arsehole!”

“Are you going to tell me why you’re standing outside my common room at 1 on a Friday morning?” He studied her for a second, seeming to realize that she was going to remain stubbornly silent no matter what he did.

“Fine. If you won’t talk, I��ll find another way.” Draco pocketed his wand, moved the tapestry away further, and sat down on the windowsill with Y/N beside him.

It was an insanely close fit--the windowsill was probably not even meant for one person. Y/N attempted to ignore the fact that their legs had been forced to tangle in the process of Draco sitting down.

“I was taking a walk,” Y/N told him. “And I ended up here before I heard you coming. I wasn’t sure if you were Filch or Snape or something, so I hid. Your point?”

If he seemed unsatisfied with the answer, he didn’t show it.

“Pity. And here I was, thinking that you were showing up at my doorstep, begging for me to reconsider my prior decision on...us.”

“Did I ever say I wasn’t?” Y/N dared. “I wasn’t planning on begging, though.”

There. There it was--a deep red blush that spread over his pale face.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Y/N grumbled. “This is weird, very weird, and I didn’t ever think that in a million years I would be pining after Draco Malfoy, but I guess things change. I’ve been--”

“Pining after me, huh?” His eyes had a dangerous glint in them.

“Besides the point. I actually came here because I wanted to.....ehm....” Y/N cleared her throat. “I wanted to tell you that I was having trouble moving past the whole soulmates thing without a hitch. It hurts, you know, and I didn’t even think i liked you that much before. It’s like there’s this hole--”

“In your chest? Yeah, I feel it too,” Draco admitted as he intently studied the book in his hands.

“Well, even without the empty feeling, I just can’t imagine willingly passing up my soulmate like this,” she confessed. “It’s easy to say that most people don’t meet their soulmate anyways so it shouldn’t matter, but I can’t imagine getting into relationships when I know that my soulmate is out there and it’s not the person that I’m with...”

“I’ve been feeling the same way.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond, instead giving his statement time to hang dry in the air.

“Do you want to see if there’s anything else in the book?” he finally asked, stroking the leather cover in his lap.

Y/N nodded, and instead of placing the book in between the two of them, she just leaned over, her head just millimeters from his shoulder. She thought for a few moments before letting it fall onto his, squeezing her eyes shut when she heard him suck in a breath.

“Page 394, right?” Draco asked, even though they both could see the table of contents laid out clearly in front of them.

She didn’t even bother responding to his question, choosing to watch him flip through the book to find it.

They skimmed the first page they had read together that declared how soulmates discovered each other. Turning to the next page, they were both surprised to see a bit of an afterthought added.

“So, if you know who your soulmate is and choose to ignore it...” Y/N’s eyes flickered nervously up to his.

“Then you’ll live with a painful guilt forever unless they, or you, die,” he finished, the eye contact that he offered rather wobbly.

The thought sat with the two for a few moments as they pondered.

“Is it that worth it to you?’ Y/N asked after a while, breaking his gaze and looking down.

“Is what worth it?”

“Keeping your bloodline pure. Is it so worth it that you’d allow us both to live a lifetime of despair?” Y/N wished that she hadn’t sounded so much like she was pleading.

She could tell Draco was thinking, something she couldn’t tell disappointed or pleased her. On one hand, he was considering both options, but on the other, he even had to consider when to her the answer was as clear as day.

“No, I don’t think it is,” he breathed, letting the book slip to the ground. Y/N winced as the binding hit the floor with a smack.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “A simple Reparo will fix it.”

Y/N shivered when she felt his breath tickle her neck. She had moved her head off his shoulder before asking the question and tilted her head to the side, and now Draco’s face was leaned in, inches from her own.

This was too good to be true.

“Just like that? You’re going to forget the years of prejudice your parents pressed into you? You’re going to defy the wishes of your family?”

Draco frowned.

“Can’t I say one thing we agree on?” Unlike their past conversations, there was no venom behind his words. “You don’t need to be difficult anymore. I promise I’ll try not to be a nuisance.”

“How am I supposed to trust anything you...”

Before she could finish her rebuttal, Draco had placed a surprisingly warm hand under her chin to tip her face up, gazing sleepily into her eyes.

“Stop getting in your head about this,” he quietly instructed. “We can worry about the rest later. Just...close your eyes and try to feel, not think, alright?”

Y/N waited for the ominous feeling inside of her to warn her not to, but it never came. Without a conscious decision to do so, her eyes fluttered shut.

She did exactly as he told her to do--instead of thinking of the repercussions, she chose to feel each kiss that Draco pressed to her lips, her jaw, her neck. Her fingers curled around the lapel of his suit, desperately clinging onto him as he continued.

When he finally pulled back, she was an unraveled mess of breaths and flushes, and from what she could see, he was too. His ice blue eyes were half-lidded, his moonbeam blonde hair tousled.

Draco leaned on her, resting his head on top of hers.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

final a/n: ooohhhh boy this was a long one, wasn’t it? sorry if the ending was a little anticlimactic. i’m much more into writing the buildup than i am the actual fluffy moments. my apologies for any typos or bad writing you came across in this fic...it was long so i didn’t spend as much time working on editing!

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strvngcrs · 4 years ago

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『 adam brody. forty. cis male. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that DANIEL ABRAMS from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BROODING & -EVASIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool HORROR AUTHOR and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +DEBONAIR & +ELOQUENT. i hope i see them around again!

classically rolls in ridiculously late bc i forgot i had to work last night & then proceeded to sleep in today wooo !! good afternoon ghouls, it’s ya girl maia, finally here to deliver the definition of hot mess with good intentions.

GENERAL

FULL NAME. daniel elijah abrams.

NICKNAMES. dan, danny.

AGE & BIRTHDATE. 40 years old ; may 4, 1980.

GENDER & PRONOUNS. cis male ; he/him.

ORIENTATION. heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS. estranged.

RELIGION. jewish ( non-practicing ).

OCCUPATION. horror author.

INSPIRATION. bill denbrough ( it ), donnie darko ( donnie darko ), lucas scott ( one tree hill ), stephen king.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR. black.

EYE COLOUR. dark brown.

BUILD. athletic.

MARKS. freckles scarcely spread across his entire body.

TATTOOS. none.

PIERCINGS. none.

HEIGHT. 5'11".

FACECLAIM. adam brody.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC. taurus.

ALIGNMENT. chaotic neutral.

HOGWARTS. ravenclaw.

LABEL. the arcane.

POSITIVE TRAITS. cheeky, debonair, driven, eloquent, resilient, solicitous.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. brooding, evasive, inquisitive, sarcastic, stoic, stubborn.

HOBBIES. smokes like a chimney while writing until he forgets what day of the week it is, dabbles in hunting & fishing (thanks @ his dad), labels all crime / thriller genres as ‘predictable’ but continues to watch them, obsesses over & relentlessly criticizes his own work, drinks heavily & passionately plays moonlight sonata or fur elise as if he’s betoven’s disciple.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH. california.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. mapleview, north carolina.

NATIONALITY. american.

ETHNICITY. ashkenazi jewish.

PARENTS. judith miller & mr abrams.

SIBLINGS. mia miller.

BIRTH ORDER. eldest.

CHILDREN. penelope abrams.

EDUCATION. university of california, los angeles; bachelor of arts in english.

LANGUAGES. english, some spanish & french.

HISTORY

EARLY LIFE. born to THE judith miller and some newspaper editor, daniel was raised by the latter and notoriously abandoned by the former. well, not completely abandoned - there’s an old shoebox containing a few letters as proof - but that was the only source of communication in their otherwise absent relationship. while little danny boy didn’t fully understand why he couldn’t see his mother, he sought out an alternative solution by watching her movies. his father wasn’t aware, at first, and dan created this extravagant fantasy of the person he thought she was based on the roles she played. however, once papa abrams found out his son was watching these movies (which were probably not fit for children in the first place lmao oop), he begrudgingly revealed the bitter truth. being forced to come to terms with the fact that his own mother willingly abandoned him with his father, daniel didn’t fully understand what it meant; he couldn’t properly process why. the hurt of absent mother was expressed more out of anger, feeling as though there must have been something wrong with him. there were fewer and fewer letters sent to judith until he gave up altogether and thus, dan’s out of control behavior was born.

TEENAGE FEVER. SUICIDE MENTION TW. he struggled in school. his emotions betrayed him. instead of relishing a happy childhood, daniel found himself pushing everyone away, getting into fights, sneaking out late at night to run around the city streets with his friends and get into all sorts of trouble with them. he couldn’t count on his hands how many times the police picked him up and brought him to his dad’s doorstep. it only got worse once one of his best friends was found dead, written off as a suicide, though it didn’t add up in dan’s eyes and seemed so much more sinister. the young man was nearly deemed to be a lost cause, until he discovered his passion for writing.

language arts or literature was the last thing anyone would ever think to group with daniel abrams. but his english teacher noticed how well he could articulate his thoughts and feelings on paper, and submitted one of his pieces to a writing contest, which earned dan the win and a cash prize. bewildered by a talent he hadn’t even realized was in him, daniel embraced it. he started writing in a journal ( which he kept safely tucked away beneath the mattress of his bed ), documenting every feeling and thought as a way to express his emotions in a more productive manner. this talent earned him a full ride scholarship to ucla with a major in literature and plans of diving into some sort or creative writing career or perhaps becoming an english teacher, to follow in the footsteps of his high school teacher who he came to idolize.

mere days into his freshman year, however, his high school sweetheart showed up in the middle of the night at his dorm with a positive pregnancy test. it was then the chaotic world as he knew it turned a new leaf, revealing a silver lining in the form of their daughter, penelope, who daniel hadn’t a clue, just yet, would save him. and so a shotgun wedding was quickly planned around the pair, both families either completely supportive or in utter disbelief. it was quick, it was cheap(ish), and it was stressful as all heck. but they were young, and in love, and were looking forward to starting a family together, despite it being a little earlier than initially planned.

“ADULT”HOOD. fast forward five years, and they’re signing divorce papers. fortunately, it wasn’t messy. the two had simply grown apart as they matured in their respective ways, and remaining together was only causing a rift to develop between the two. the last thing they wanted, for the sake of their daughter, was built up resentment to tear the little family apart. his wife, who daniel initially thought to be the love of his life, blossomed into an absolute goddess; she was ambitious and knew exactly what she wanted. daniel, on the other hand, was still somewhat caught up in his ‘bad boy’ habits of drinking excessively and his career was still pretty up in the air. the two just didn’t compliment each others’ lifestyles anymore.

daniel moved out but remained in california, settling for a bachelor’s apartment where he was able to have penelope every weekend. during this time, he finally cracked down and worked on finishing a novel he’d started years prior. within a year, he found a publisher who took interest in his grotesque works, and by the time daniel was twenty seven, his first bestseller hit the shelves, changing his life for the better with the ability to provide for his daughter without stress of landing another odd job ever again.

as his fame increased, so did his desire to slink back into the shadows away from the limelight. at first, he enjoyed the wholesome book signings by day and grungy celebratory benders by night. but it grew old pretty fast and he certainly didn’t want to end up as another washed up shmuck. so, on a whim, daniel decided to move out of california completely, removing himself from the toxic lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to and shacking up on a beautiful piece of land in the rocky mountains of north carolina. the serenity and scenery certainly aided in his inspiration, as well as his unacknowledged lowkey addictions slowly being rehabilitated from his bloodstream.

OLD YELLER. now, in his utmost prime at forty years old, he’s written numerous cult classics, a few of which have successful movie adaptations. he was lucky enough to land himself in a second marriage, though.... that one is now deteriorating as well because he literally doesn’t know how to maintain a healthy relationship. he received full custody of his daughter when she was sixteen, under the unfortunate circumstance of her mother’s untimely death. although they’d been separated for nearly twenty years, daniel was still very much affected by the loss, more so empathetically for penelope. he’s still hooked on the drink, though he’s definitely calmed down quite a bit from when he was a young buck. basically a messy, depressy old soul who uses sarcasm to deflect his true feelings.

CONNECTIONS

ESTRANGED WIFE. first marriage was a bust, and the second is turning out to be no better. they haven’t hit rock bottom just yet, in his opinion (which would be finalizing a divorce lmao), and he’s unsure if they should work things out or not but also really.......doesn’t wanna go through the process of another divorce. plus he likes her and deep down adores their bickering. the reason(s) why things started falling apart between them can be discussed of course. lowkey debating on whippin this up as a big official wc but.... if anybody already here would like to snag it, i would 100% mclove it.

COLLABORATORS. literally anyone he’s worked with over the years, whether they be fellow authors, publishers/publicists, journalists, screenplay writers, etc. yeehooo the possibilities are endless !!

FOLLOWERS. anyone hooked on his books, whether devout fans from his early beginnings or people who newly discovered his fictional writings.

FORMER CLASSMATES. could be from high school or university, but he was in california for the better part of his life aka not a mapleview native. former friends to foes & anything in between. dan’s that one kid who spiked the punch bowl at all the dances and years later probably snuck in party favors to snort off the bathroom sink during their high school reunion lmao whew !!

ANYTHING. literally anything. i’m my groggy state of mind on my lack of creativity rn so please, i’m beggin. if daniel can enrich your characters’ lives in any way, shape, or form, hit me up and we’ll hatch a plan.

#———— 🥀 . 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙼𝚂 ╱ DOSSIER .#mv:intro #alcoholism tw #abandonment tw #drug use tw #mommy issues tw #suicide mention tw #i think....that covers it?? if i missed anything pls let me know & ill tag accordingly #this is awful bc i rushed a wee bit buT #HOT DOG am i stupid excited to write with yall

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therachelperspective · 4 years ago

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VIDEO GAME | Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag [Nintendo Switch]

Other things to call this post –

• “Things Rachel finds eons after it actually comes out” (in regards to the Assassin's Creed series)

• “Things Rachel starts in the middle of the series instead of the beginning,” and/or...

• “Things inspired by something else that made me abandon that other thing entirely.”

Earlier this year, I started playing Immortals: Fenyx Rising and quite enjoyed it. Enough to hastily head over to the internet to search for similar styled games to add to my wishlist. Assassin’s Creed was included on multiple lists especially with the recent release of its newest iteration, Valhalla. But reading more about the series as a whole, I quickly became intrigued by its many versions. Shortly thereafter, thanks to one of my local GameStop stores closing (and my deep love for discounts), I happened upon a copy of the “Rebel Collection” – which includes Black Flag and Rogue, plus their respective DLC – for a decent price and quickly snatched it up. Little did I know the obsession that was about to begin. Fenyx Rising who?

After 120 hours of game play as I completed the main story and the side quests (I’m a very annoying completionist), I have discovered that I find great satisfaction in sneaking up on and shanking people. Knowing full well I wanted to play more of this game while enjoying the different locales and periods of history, I actively sought out and purchased all of the Assassin’s Creed games/applicable collections for the PlayStation and Nintendo Switch.

TL;DR– this was my first Assassin’s Creed game, but I loved it so much that I obsessively played it for weeks, and now want to play all of them.

It’s a widely known fact I come to find and enjoy things looooongggg after everyone else has had their way with them, so there’s really no surprise here. But I don’t mind because I absolutely hate waiting for new releases of anything anyways (games, books, movies, etc). With that in mind, there is a LOT of discussion out there that Black Flag is not a fan favorite of the series. I enjoy pirates, so I ain’t mad about it as a starting point into the series. Plus, what’s not to enjoy about the sexy blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tattooed pirate Edward Kenway?

What I think really ruined it for gamers was the strange plot twist that revealed itself towards the end of gameplay. Or at least “plot twist” is what I’m going to call it and the reason I’m giving for not 100 percent loving the story. Remember how Indiana Jones was a pretty great series until they added the fourth movie and it felt totally disconnected from the rest because they added aliens? That’s what Black Flag reminds me of – it’s all great and piratey… until you find out what the Templars sought in this particular game and what it can do. The Observatory building design and the device it held felt so jarringly alien that I dare say I felt that same disappointment as I did from Indiana and his crystal skulls. In both, I’m not sure what inspired creators to include an unconnected sci-fi element in an otherwise interesting story. However, I will wait until I have played all (or at least more) of the Assassin’s Creed series before I rank it so low as other game players do.

WHAT I LIKED

✔︎ It tells you exactly what to do! I learned that I really enjoy games like this, with literal steps to achieve the end goal. Like the issue with playing Animal Crossing, for example, is that you have to literally create things for yourself to do, unless there is some sort of event taking place or you’re still trying to complete your museum. But games like Assassin’s Creed or Immortals Fenyx Rising (and so many others I haven’t discovered yet) that have you play through a story and give you objectives and quests to do, that style really works for me. Currently very glad that I have the rest of the series to keep me busy for a while. ✔︎ Assassinations I’m realizing I might like violence a little too much because sniper shots and stealth attacks brought me far too much joy while playing this game.

✔︎ Petting the Animals I know it’s a small feature, but the non-hunting animals in the game – cats, dogs, and even a cow – are pettable. AND, even though I completed it without realizing it was a thing, petting a certain number of animals is an “Abstergo Challenge” objective.

WHAT I DISLIKED

✗ Maneuvering Edward. Don’t get me wrong, I did eventually get the hang of it, but even then there were times where I missed achieving something because he managed to get stuck in a spot (usually hanging from a rooftop) and wouldn’t move despite my using proper technique (aka moving the joy stick around like a crazy person). EDIT: I later learned this has a name – the “Assassin’s Creed Curse.” ✗ I was unable to achieve an objective the same way other players could because of my console (Nintendo Switch vs. Playstation). One of the “to dos” in the game was crafting the Whale Hunter outfit by using the skins of the white whale. Well, as a Switch player, I was not able to access the Community Events that would spawn the white whale, as was available for the Playstation. Instead, I was only able to achieve this by merely purchasing the whale skins – very anticlimactic – and crafting the outfit that way. While glad I was still able to complete the task, I was also kind of bummed about not being able to hunt the whale itself. Just for a moment, I wanted to feel like Captain Ahab lol. ✗ Motion controls, or lack thereof. Either I neglected to turn them on, or they weren’t available for the Switch, but using motion controls for certain tasks would have helped GREATLY. Especially trying to shoot something. It would have saved a lot of time and effort instead of twitching the joycon back and forth trying to aim my gun or my harpoon. Remind me to look into that when I play Freedom Cry (AC4’s DLC featuring Adewale, Edward’s quartermaster on the Jackdaw) or when I start Rogue.

#games #game #video game #assassin's creed #assassin's creed 4 #assassin's creed IV #assassin's creed 4: black flag #assassin's creed IV: black flag #black flag #edward kenway #nintendo switch #playstation

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shadowed-dancer · 5 years ago

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Long ago, I made a Tomstar and a Starco fankid. I used to draw them all the time (though I never posted), and I stopped after the show ended because I realized they no longer fit in the world established by the finale. I still really liked their designs though, so I’ve drawn them again!

Tomstar girl is named Seraphine, Starco is Ophelia.You can read more about them here

More facts under the cut (plus descriptions of each drawing)

Drawing descriptions (because the captions weren’t working)

Seraphine’s royal portrait

A photo of Seraphine without her disguises

Ophelia’s royal portrait

Ophelia in an Earth-style casual outfit

Random teenage Ophelia pic (no tattoo)

Seraphine and her wand

Old sketch of Seraphine and her wand (plus the old hat, which I took out from her design)

The sisters as teenagers

The sisters as adults

Hugs!

Facts

Seraphine wraps her hair around her horns to make a heart shape, and uses two shorter strands to hide her ears

No one knew she was part demon because she hid it so well

Seraphine’s hair goes down to her ankles, and she continuously trims it to keep it at that length

Seraphine also has a tail

Ophelia has a mermaid girlfriend named Alice. I’ve actually had a sketch of them in my drafts since April, if anyone wants to see it I’d be happy to post it

Also I came up with Alice’s concept before I knew about Emily

An earlier design of Seraphine had her wear a Jushtin-esque hat

Seraphine’s wand is a trident with wings (vaguely seen above)

I imagined Ophelia having a cool tattoo sleeve when she gets older, with a pony head at the top of her arm (her aureole sign), then a heart, crescent moon, and trident (the cheekmarks of her family), scales (for Alice), some bars of sheet music from her favourite song, and a bracelet design to close it off.

Also some facts that are more about me and my thought process

Seraphine inspired my other svtfoe oc Rosalie, who is Jushtin’s granddaughter. I liked the idea of a part-demon who had to disguise herself, although people knew Rosalie was a demon

I also had this idea that Seraphine was the one to shave and style Ophelia’s hair, and if Seraphine ever went missing, Ophelia would not cut her hair, resulting in half her hair being significantly shorter.

In a scenario where Ophelia became queen (I never figured out a solid story direction) she would be forced to cut her hair to even length

#svtfoe oc #svtfoe fankid #tomstar fanchild #starco fankid #seraphine butterfly #ophelia butterfly

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lucidpantone · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1: Visitations

Someone recently asked the tag if Sander and Robbe stayed together forever. Here’s a fic giving you the answer. Thanks for the inspiration.

Read the rest on Ao3.

Autumn always brought along rich tones of vanilla, cinnamon and all-spice into Robbe’s landscape. Robbe loved the autumn colors, shades of sun-burnt orange, vermillion and chartreuse sprinkle across the leaves that littered the pavement on his route to work. Its like he could taste the change of seasons ahead but it also gave him cause for concern. A visitation session was surely on the horizon. Sander was like a rolex watch when it came to anything Bowie related. Robbe was sure that cat was the love of Sander’s life. He found Bowie abandoned on the streets of Antwerp as a kitten and saved him from certain death. Robbe can still recall the day he came through the door with something nuzzled inside his leather jacket.

“Sander, we can’t keep it.” Robbe retorted as Sander gently cradled the kitty against his chest rocking it back and forth. “We just got this apartment I don’t even know if were allowed pets. I’m slammed at university, your never here, and your always at work or at the studio”.

Robbe knew this discussion was pointless. Sander just kept pouting at all of Robbe’s logical reasoning, flashing his puppy dog eyes at him and holding up the tiny kitten to Robbe’s face as a defense. Robbe just rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in defeat.

“Ugh… okay …. Fine. God I hate you sometimes Driesen.”

“Love you too” Sander replied, pressing a soft kiss on Robbe’s jawline with a victorious smile plastered across his face.

“So, what are we going to name it?” Robbe asked looking down at the tiny creature who was literally the size of Sander’s palm.

Sander frowned. He almost looked offended by Robbe’s question.

“Bowie, of course. I mean his all black with a white lightening bolt on his belly. He's obviously a Bowie.”

Robbe found Sander’s response endearing. So much so he didn’t have the heart to tell him that that white striped looked nothing like a lightning bolt but he went with it anyways.

“Bowie, it is.” Robbe said as he leaned into Sander’s chest to pet the tiny kitten. Sander immediately cautioning him before he even laid a hand on the cat.

“Go slow, his sensitive okay”. Robbe couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s protective reflexes.

There it was. The text Robbe had been dreading since the animal clinic called him earlier in the week to confirm Bowie’s appointment.

Taking Bowie to the vet on Saturday. I should get to Brussels around 7 tonight. Does that work for you? - Sander

7 works. - Robbe

Robbe grunted and slid down his desk chair.

“What’s up with you?” Lia asked.

“Oh nothing” Robbe quickly perked up and sat up on his chair. He didn’t want to be caught sulking at work.

“Do you think you can have the club estimation ready for next Wednesday?” Lia asked.

Robbe was the youngest architect at his firm. So he always felt like he was slightly faking it or suffering from imposter syndrome. He had only just completed his certification and was lucky enough that the firm he apprenticed at for two years offered him a full time job upon graduation.

Lia was the second youngest she had graduated a year earlier. They spent a lot of time together dealing with all the young trendy clients who wanted to do renovations on shoestring budgets.

“What time is it?” Lia asked Robbe.

“Half past 5” Robbe shouted back.

“On a Friday” Lia scoffed. “Let’s get out of here. I need a drink after this week.”

Robbe nodded his head towards the door and both of them sprung up off their chairs collecting their paperwork and turning off their computers.

Robbe began to take off his shirt and tie exposing his black tshirt underneath. He hated his nine to five attire but the firm had a strict dress code policy. Shirt and trousers.

“I hate this tie” Robbe grunted loudly as he forcefully ripped it off himself.

“Well you wouldn’t have to wear it if you weren’t so damn cool” Lia teased him.

“Firstly Thibaut is over exaggerating they are not neck tattoos. You can barely see them.” Robbe dramatically threw his hands up.

“I mean you can totally see them…..what are they again?” Lia asked sarcastically.

“Shut up” Robbe started pushing Lia towards the door.

Grabbing his black jacket and man bag off the coat rack on the other side of the office practically skipping towards Lia who was leaning against the door frame waiting for Robbe to hurry up.

As he got to her she held her hand against his chest examining the three tiny icons placed directly at the bottom of his throat underneath his adams apple.

“A lightning bolt, a half moon and….”

Robbe finished her sentence for her “ The other half of a ying yang. The white half.”

“How hipster of you” Lia said curiously.

“I guess, or better yet the mistakes of a misspent youth.” Robbe smugly replied.

“Misspent youth???” Lia laughed out. “Robbe your only twenty five”.

Robbe rolled his eyes he felt like he was thirty five sometimes. “Almost twenty six for your information. Come on now, I need a beer” he grabbed onto Lia’s hand and started dragging her out the door.

“We aren’t going to Belgica?” Lia shouted back to him as they walked down the street.

“Why not?” Robbed asked confused.

“Because your too pretty for your own good Robbe and we spend half the night fighting off every gay boy in there trying to get your attention.”

“Stop it Lia.”

“It’s true Robbe. You got that whole rebel rebel graduated up skater boy vibe and that damn mop of hair. Your like a billboard for shampoo or something. Plus your single.”

Robbe was blushing. Lia was too sweet she always made him feel special in her own teasing way. She was like the big sister he never had.

“Ok you choose” Robbe surrender.

“Noir it is” Lia responded.

Robbe looked at his phone and checked the time 5:42.

Robbe liked Lia but he didn’t want her privy to his messy love life. She had already lived through Robbe and Lucas’s break up.

Did she really need to know anymore about him.

Robbe paused for a moment and thought fuck it.

Meet me at Bar Noir at 7. -Robbe

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As Robbe reached over the sink to grab some paper towels he simultaneously ran his right hand through his hair and looked up into the mirror. His eyes inadvertently darted towards the text peeking out underneath the sleeve of his tshirt. He inhaled sharply vividly recalling the memory of his nineteen year self play fighting with Sander because he wanted to see it.

“Show me,I know you got another one” Sander walked around his boyfriend inspecting Robbe’s body contemplating which part of him to undress first. As he slowly began tugging at his hoodie a huge cheshire grin appeared across Robbe’s face.

“Got him” Sander thought. He finally managed to get Robbe’s hoodie off when he saw the cling film wrapped around Robbe’s right bicep. Sander grabbed Robbe’s right wrist turning it upwards to face him and lifting it slightly to uncover the text on Robbe’s inner arm. It was a simple three word phrase but it was “their” phrase and what Robbe repeated to Sander when things got overwhelming for him. In a slightly hushed voice Sander read the phrase out loud “minuut per minuut”.

Robbe broke out of his daze. Pulling himself out of the memory.

Robbe headed back out the bathroom into the boisterous Friday night afterwork bar crowd.

Another shot of whiskey? Lia shouted from the bar.

“No,no” Robbe was signaling to her. He wanted to make sure he was somewhat sober for his impending meet up with Sander. They hadn’t seen one another since Chernobyl at the beginning of the summer.

Robbe snaked through the crowd till he reached Lia at the bar. They stood shoulder to shoulder as she knocked back her shot and chased it down with some beer.

“You should know my ex is probably going to show up here any minute now”. Robbe swiftly mentioned.

“You and Lucas are talking again?” Lia said with optimism in her voice.

Robbe quickly broke eye contact and shook his head. It still stung to hear Lucas’s name. It had been a few months but everything was still a bit raw for him.

“No the other one.” Lia instantly scowled at Robbe’s omission.

Robbe jokingly tapped her shoulder with the back of his hand as they walked towards a bar table with their beers in hand “come on don’t do that… you don’t even know him”.

“I don't need to know him, I know his type.” Lia shouted over the crowd as she scooted herself onto a bar stool.

“Extremely good looking” Robbe acknowledged that as Lia counted Sander’s qualities off with her fingers.

“Mysterious but in that deeply troubled kind of way” Lia formed a peace sign with her hands at her second observation.

“Mindblowing sex” Lia held three fingers up towards Robbe’s face now.

“Oh and let me guess” Lia leaned into Robbe’s face real closely. “He broke up with you?”

Robbe chuckled “You know me too well Lia”.

“No I don’t. Like I said I know the type” She stated as she chugged down more of her beer.

“Speak of the devil”. Robbe gestured towards the door.

Lia looked up wide eye. Robbe was used to this reaction. Years of seeing others getting enamored by Sander’s beauty.

His lunar white hair a relic of the past. Sander was a brunette now. His natural copper tone brown hair framed his perfectly chiseled face. A jawline for days.

“Oh now I get it. I would have chernobyl(d) with him too”. Lia said a little too enthusiastically never taking her eyes off Sander as he spotted Robbe and started walking over to them.

Lia broke her gaze and quickly looked up and down Robbe’s body. “So what is your dick made out of gold or something” Lia questioned Robbe.

Robbe scoffed. “What”

“I mean you obviously attract a type. Smoking hot with pretty eyes” leaning her body slightly towards Robbe and opening her hand up like she was begging for Robbe to tell her his secret.

Sander reached their table.

Lia let out a barely audible “God I wish my exes looked like yours” as she raised her glass of beer to her mouth.

“Hey” Sander said as he took off his leather jacket exposing his arms covered in intricate tattoos sliding onto the opposing bar stool across from Robbe. The table was one of those cylinder bar tops that had Robbe and Sander awkwardly rubbing shoulder to shoulder both looking strait on towards Lia.

Sander looked at Robbe for a second too long waiting for him to introduce him to his friend.

Robbe’s mind finally caught up with his manners.

“Lia this is Sander, Sander this is Lia. We work together.” Sander reached out to shake Lia‘s hand.

“Nice to meet you” Sander responded.

“We’re just going to finish up our drinks and then we can head out” Robbe explained to Sander.

“Yeah that's fine. Gives me time to roll” as he pulled out rolling paper out of his back pocket and placed it on the bar table.

“How was the driv...?” unbeknownst to Robbe, Lia abruptly cut him out of his own conversation. “You drove here?” she questioned Sander. Sander nodded. Her eager curiosity getting the best of her. “Where from?”

“Antwerp, I live there” Sander responded flaty. He could tell Robbe’s friend was a little curious about him. God knows what Robbe had told her about him.

“What are you doing in Brussels?” Lia questioned some more.

Sander attempting to look busy as he rolled a joint.

Sander hated people trying to figure him out. He was the private type didn't like to give strangers to many details about himself but this was Robbe’s friend so he had to play nice.

Sander rested his right forearm against the table as he sprinkle tobacco onto the rolling paper.

That’s when he noticed Robbe’s friend attentively examining the tattoo on his wrist.

“It's a constellations.” Sander responded in a curt tone.

“Yeah I know what it is” Lia explained. “I see it everyday. It's the same one Robbe has on his wrist right?”

Robbe’s eyes found Sander’s. Sander smirked back at him.

Robbe suddenly turning red at Lia’s discovery.

Sander finished rolling his joint licking it together. When he shifted his body towards Lia.

Robbe thought to himself “here we go”. He had seen this typical Sander performance before fueled with charm and bravato.

“Yeah it's one of mine” Sander shot a flirty smile at Lia as he stuck the joint behind his ear.

“I mean the design of course, not the person.” Sander winked making Lia giggle like a teenage girl.

Sander leaned straight into her personal space. Making her slightly pull back. Sander was making her nervous.

“If your interested I have a tattoo shop in Antwerp I could ink you sometime. You can get this exact tattoo or something personalized from me to you.”

Sander slowly pulled away from Lia’s orbit leaving her slightly flushed.

Robbe chuckled a little to loudly. Sander shot him a boyish grin in return. Well aware that Robbe knew what game he was playing.

Robbe found these exchanges very amusing. It took Sander a mere 5 minutes to get his coworker from denouncing him to having her completely giddy and wrapped around his little finger.

When Robbe was younger these interactions use to really bother him. Make him feel insecure like Sander could get anyone he wanted what was he doing with Robbe.

But now it was just amusing to Robbe. It solidified what Robbe already knew which was no one really knew the real Sander. What Lia was seeing now was Sander peacocking at his best.

Lia broke out of her spell as she fumbled through her words a little and stated. “I think I want something custom. It’d be weird if we all had identical tattoo’s?”

“Oh there not identical” Sander stated as he grabbed Robbe’s beer off the table and took a large gulp into his mouth. Robbe gawked at him unimpressed.

Can you spot the difference? Sander suddenly took a hold of Robbe’s hand and slammed both their forearms onto the table towards Lia direction.

Robbe’s coworker leaned in super closely to examine their forearms as their hands were clasped together.

It didn’t take long for Lia to uncover what made each tattoo unique. Each forearm had a perfectly placed red planet in the middle of it (maybe Mars) with an orbital belt surrounding it. There was a moon and stars and another distance planet in the background(maybe Saturn). There was one thing that looked out of place but also really beautiful. A large blossoming tree was growing out of the large center planet. There was also some cursive text placed horizontally on both Robbe and Sander’s wrist. Lia recited the text from left to right it started from Robbe wrist “All the way” and ended on Sander’s wrist “or no way”.

Lia's brow furrowed. As she looked at both males. “I don’t get it, what does it mean?”

Sander finally spoke up locking Robbe into his glare as the words slowly dripped out of his mouth. “All the way or no way”.

Robbe let go of Sander’s hand almost violently and spoke. It felt like he had kept quiet throughout Lia and Sander’s entire conversation. Like he just disappeared for a moment.

Robbe shot Lia a calculated smile.

“It doesn’t mean anything. Just something we use to say to one another when we were younger.”

Robbe began to get up and collect his jacket. Obviously implying that this little meetup was now over. It surprised Lia, Robbe was never this brash, almost rude. Lia was about to make some silly joke about ruining the night when Robbe sensed it and he did something he only ever did with clients. He gave Lia one of his stand down asshole smirks that halted anymore conversation. That let their clients know that negotiations were now over and this transaction had come to a close.

Lia scanned Sander’s face for some explanation. She saw a hint of reaction towards Robbe sudden harsh change in demeanor but it amused him. He seemed to like it.

Robbe finished putting his jacket on and soften again leaning into Lia to give her a kiss on the cheek and bid her good night. Flashing that calculated smile at her again.

He glanced back at Sander. He hadn’t moved.

“Get your jacket” Robbe demanded.

Sander began to get up and collect his things. Never breaking eye contact with Robbe a dark tonality hidden behind his eyes.

Lia was so confused. It’s like these two were speaking some unknown language only they understood but it was so strange. Lia knew Robbe but she rarely saw this side of him. It was slightly distance, spikey, but confident almost captivating. Its like this sweet, thoughtful and warm human morphed into someone else in front of her eyes but she couldn’t explain what he morphed into.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

“Text me when you get home” Robbe whispered into her ear as he gave her one final kiss good night and walked towards the exit never looking back at Sander to check if he was coming with him.

Sander leaned in towards Lia giving her a kiss goodnight. Perfectly placing it a little too close to her mouth. It gave her butterflies she could almost taste him as he pulled back.

Lia's eyes followed him towards the door.

She sat there bewildered, puzzled, thinking to herself.

What was that? or better yet, who was that? and she wasn’t talking about Sander.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock fic #sobbe fic #rosander fic #wtfock robbe #wtfock sander

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kmelanin · 6 years ago

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Permanent Ink / 3 \\ kth

a/n: enjoy

Main Masterlist~

( Permanent Ink ) masterlist~

WARNING- umm idk really.

word count: 3k+

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(I'm going to be very vague with the clothing, imagine your own style. lol)

Over the next couple of days, you had meetings after meetings. You prefered to have longer work days a couple days a week then short ones all week. Some of the meetings were to schedule and plan some photoshoots, you had to send out PRs, you had to make sure that things were getting done. You loved it. You loved knowing that if you just did your best everything and took your time, the outcome would be wonderful.

Currently, everything that was ready to be sold from your website is sold out. You were so happy about it. Everyone that works with you were proud of you, throughout the meetings they always complimented you, or went on about how lucky they were, because they got to be involved that will one day expand into something.

In the next clothing release you wanted release a couple male items. A couple shirts, and hoodies. Not too much, but just enough to see if they would do well or not. When someone mentioned who was going to model the new line you instantly thought of one person.

Taehyung.

He would be perfect for it. It would give your clothes a certain vibe if people see all of the tattoos and how dangerous he looks. You needed it. It would help your brand, plus it would help you get closer to him. You mention him, plus you mention that you wanted Rowan and her sister Amia. Plus some of the earlier models.

Once you were done with your meetings, you and Rowan walked to your office to get ready to go home.

“Do you think I should ask Taehyung?” You ask grabbing your jacket from the hook and handing over hers.

“Fuck yea. He would look so good in everything, especially that black hoodie that's coming out.” She says mentioning one of the colors that the world have yet to see. You sighed. You had to try. You would regret not.

The next day you had Rowan go and grab a few things to put together a gift basket. First you had her get a one of a kind bong. You were looking on a artists website. He lived in the USA and he made bongs that you wouldn't find anywhere else.

The one you picked out was inspired by a cherry blossom tree. Everything from the actual bowl which was a flower, to the actual glass was shade of pink. It had flowers along everywhere in a pretty pattern. You had Rowan pick up the $1,500 bong up from the post office, but some other smoking essentials.

You hoped this would convince him to model for you. Plus some other payment if he would like.

Once it was all put together, Rowan drove you to his apartment. Rowan simply asked Jin for his address, and without giving him a reason to why she wanted it. Which surprised you. You went in alone and went to the correct door. You raised your hand up to push the doorbell but yelling from the other side stopped you.

“You can't loan it to me Sinsi? I'm literally about to lose the roof from over my head.” You heard Taehyung's voice loud and clear. That made you frown.

“You know that I'm not even supposed to be here, let alone loan you money. I wish I could.” She yelled back. “Sell the shop.” You quickly knocked on the door in case someone was to storm out and think you were eavesdropping. Also because maybe he would want to model for you if you were willing to help him out. You picked up the hidden gift basket.

The door swings open and thank god Taehyung opened it.

“YN?” He asks confused. He was wearing black sweats and a red pull over, and his hair was all wild and had that ‘just had sex’ effect. Which made your jealousy boil.

“Hi, can we talk?” You ask him, holding the bag higher in your hands. You noticed he was started to think if he really should or not, so you just walk in anyways. “Trust me, you will love the fact that I just entered without your permission.” You set the hidden present on his table and you turn to both of them. Sinsi looked confused and surprised while Taehyung confused and irritated.

“Hi YN!” Sinsi smiles, you could tell she didn't know what she wanted to do with herself. You looked at her and nodded smiling slightly.

“I wanted to offer you a job.” You say clasping your hands together, when you only seen a eyebrows raise on his face, you further explain. “As you both know, i've recently released a clothing line. I'm working on something for it, and I need a model. And I think you would be perfect for it. But! Before you say anything else. I have two things that you will get out of this.” You say holding up one finger. Sinsi was beaming in her shoes, she seemed excited for Taehyung.

“First, I know how you are a weed smoker… sooooo” You pull the bong out first not wanting to knock it over. His eyes went extremely large, you could’ve sworn he was having a heart attack by the way he was holding his chest. You turned confused when you seen Sinsi looking back and forth between you two with a slight pout on her face.

“What? Does he not like pink? I didn't think he would mind because he is a tat-”

“No it's not that, he has been saving his money up for this exact bong. I even planned on buying it for him for his birthday.” And he frown turns a bit deeper. You couldn't help but to extremely excited, you finally did something right. Taehyung's eyes were stuck on the glass in your hands. You smiled and set it down on the table. You then removed the blanket, exposing a whole set up of rolling papers and leafs, with a bunch of different cool looking lighters and rolling tray with grinders at the bottom. Taehyung's eyes were practically popping out of his head.

“If you sign to become a model, the face of the men's collection, you won't have to worry about your financial problems.” You felt like you were becoming a someones sugar mommy. But all of your models are paid well, you were willing to pay him more. At least until he didn't have to worry about his living space being taken away. You looked over at Sinsi and she looked happy but it didn't meet her eyes.

“Would you like to model?” You ask, giving her a opportunity. It was then her eyes exploded with excitement, but Taehyung cuts in.

“You aren't even suppose to be here, let alone model with me. What will Bogum say?” He scoffs, he pulls the basket toward him checking out all of the different items in there. Sinsi looked stuck for a moment, but just nods agreeing.

“With you? So you will do it?” You ask.

“Why the hell not, I have to put these good looks somewhere.” He jokes around.

“I'm going to go. It was nice seeing you again YN. See ya Tae.” Sinsi says quietly and walks out after grabbing her bag. It was quiet for a moment until you decided to say something.

“Don't use it without me first.” You joke around as he held the bong close to his face, looking at all of the details.

“I've been saving for this for so long.” He mumbles and sets it down, his eyes don't meet yours.

“I hope that doesn't upset you, that I've ruined something you've been saving for.” You say feeling slightly guilty.

“No, it's fine, now I can use the money for something else.” He nods and smiles a little.

“Since you are the only male model I have, I'm willing to pay you ten thousand a shoot.” You say wanting to finish this conversation up. You felt slightly nervous around him. You could feel his presence so strong, and his warmth was radiating off of him.

“Are you kidding me?” He asks looking down at you. His hair was covering most of his forehead and almost in his eyes. But you could still tell that he brows were frowned down.

“No, I'm serious about my work. If that's too little then I-”

“No, It's too much.” He looks down at the table of items. “All of this. Why?” He mumbles looking up to you.

“Um, well I needed a model, and you were the first person I thought of. There aren't that many shoots, so it's not like you are going to get a 100k in a week.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood a little. “And honestly, I want that ‘bad boy’ vibe for my clothes. The tattoos help with that.” You point to his exposed arms.

“Ahh, I understand.” He smiles a little and looks down at his arms. “I did a lot of them myself.” He mumbles. Then a ding comes from somewhere, and you watch as he pulls his phone out. That's when you got the biggest smile.

“I will have Rowan send you the contract and I will also need your number. You know, so I can let you know when I need you.” You started to mumble at towards the end, not really sure of what to say specifically. You open your phone and he passes his as you pass yours. You put yourself in your first name and a cloud emoji. When you got you phone back you seen a ‘KTH’ and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. Cute.

“Okay, well that's all I really wanted. I’ll see you later.” You nod your head slightly and grab the blanket.

“Wait.” Taehyung voice stops you from walking past him. Your heart practically fell to your ass when you heard him step forward. “Do you want to smoke?” His voice came so deep and close to you. You turned to him and he was so close to you looking down.

“Smoke?” You peep. He then backs away and looks down to some of the wraps on the table.

“Yea, I want to take some pictures of the glass, so I don't want to use it, if that's okay with you.”

“Uh, sure, whatever. It's yours.” You smile, you were nervous now. You weren't a ‘stoner’. And now with these sudden nerves and just Taehyung in general, you weren't sure what was going to happen.

“So what type of clothes is it?” He asks as he pulls out a airtight glass jar from under his bed. You sit on the far end, away from him, leaving space in the middle. He also grabbed one of your trays that you got him and he pulls a grinder and a pack of rellos out. You pull out your phone and showed him some pictures.

(Don't post this picture.)

You showed him one of the more fancy and expensive pieces.

“I was wondering if you would be up to dye your blonde.” You ask mentioning and idea you had.

“Whatever you want, especially if i'm being paid 10k.” He smiles a little.

You watch as he seals up the blunt, his lips wraps around it so beautifully. His tongue then sticks out and licks it one more time. He grabs one of the lighters you brought and he runs the flame around the blunt, which you assumed dried it a bit. He then sticks one end in his mouth, and you noticed something on the end. He lights it up and puffs some smoke.

“I put a glass tip on it.” He nods at it and passes it to you. You took it and brought it up to your lips. You could feel his eyes on you, which made your heart race a little. But that doesn't stop you from hitting it and inhaling it in a french inhale way. That one hit you pretty hard, since you haven't smoked in a while. But you hit it again and pass it back. Your eyes met his, but he looks down and grabs it.

“I also have some other things coming out in a couple of months. My father got Gucci to collab with me. I think you will look really nice in Gucci.” You talk some more, you didn't want there to be a awkward silence. “And all the models, whichever clothes they model they get to keep. Now that I think about it, I need to find some more male models, I can't have you leave with another ten thousand in clothes.” You laugh.

“Fuck, I'd feel like I owe you my life.” He shakes his head.

“Just think about this being a side job. Imagine, Kim Taehyung sexy tattoo artist, and Gucci model.” You throw your hands up and wiggle your fingers to make it more dramatic.

“Mhmm.” He groans and shakes his head. “You think I'm sexy?” He asks taking another hit and passing it to you.

“Doesn't everyone?” You shrug, you felt your cheeks burn. You brought the weed up and hit it a couple of times, needing to relax.

“I'm really putting myself out there doing this. I usually keep to myself. I've also noticed that people don't tell me anything face to face. They usually talk about me in their instagram posts of their tattoos.” You pass it back and he happily hit it.

“Well, they must not really want you then. Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.” You shrug. Then you realized what you said. “Not that I want you. Seems like Sinsi got to you first.” You laugh a little, trying to make it into somewhat of a joke. He puts the rolling tray down on the floor and slides it down under his bed. He then scooches forward a little and passes it. You were freaking out slightly. The weed was clearly getting to you and you were high as shit. You made yourself sound thirsty, and you wanted to slam your head in the wall.

Your thoughts were cut off when he leans forward a little, he caught you halfway and watched you blow it out.

“You are really pretty when you smoke. You look as if you don't what you are doing, but then you hit it and wow.” His voice was low, and deep.

“Oh, thank you.” You mumble and you look away from him. You little bit of confidence was gone and you felt little and small. You pass it to him. He grabs it and sits back a bit. He takes a hit and blow it out.

“Sinsi, she did ‘get to me first’. But we are no longer, and never will be again.” he nods and takes a huge hit. It comes in almost in a bubble and he sucks it back in. He then blow it's out and he tries to pass it back but you reject it.

“I should probably go.” You smile and stand up.

“Wait. I need to tell you something.” he says making you sit back down.

“Sinsi left me for one of my best friends Bogum. So whenever you see us together, it's just as friends. I don't even want that, but she's just so…”

“You loved her? Understandable.” You smile sadly.

“We broke up so long ago. I don't have feelings for her anymore and-”

“Wait, why are you telling me this?”

“Look. I'm not dumb, neither are you. You just come into my shop, get a tattoo, and it's like you've never left. Now you're offering this amazing job opportunity. And let's not forget the thousands of followers you gave me. You must of taken some liking of me.”

He caught you. Oh fuck.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say, you weren't sure how to answer him, without saying anything wrong. But when you looked back up at him, and you seen that he was already staring back, you got this surge of confidence. “You’re right. I’m attracted to you, physically. I’m trying to keep you around so i can figure you out Kim Taehyung. I’m not sure if you’re a seducer then heartbreak or you’re actually a soft baby inside of this hard exterior you got going on.” you point at him. His facial expression went from a smug one to confused and back to his frowning self.

“Figure me out?” He asks with a strained voice.

“Look. I’m not trying to poke into your personal life. But you agreeing to model for me, it’s going to open a lot more doors for you. Without some help, the public will eat you up.” You stood up needing to get your point across. “Now that you mention earlier, you said Sinsi left you for Bogum. Park Bogum?” He nods once. “Yea, I seen them at a couple events. Why don’t you show Sinsi that’s she’s missing out. Because what she did was fucked up.” You shrugged. “Go with the flow” You nod once more. You watch as he nods agreeing with you. You realize your eyes felt quiet heavy and your mind was a little fuzzy. You then focus on Taehyung.

He sat there finishing the blunt and he just looked godly.

“Just be careful with the girls, because they will be willing to do anything for someone who looks like you.” You add a little laugh into it, but he just looks at you with this serious expression. He puts out the roach and claps his hands together.

“Who looks likes me?” He raises a brow. Your cheeks burn realizing that he was teasing you once again. He knows you have taken a liking into him, yet he pushes and pulls like this.

“Yes Taehyung.” You sigh. He smiles a bit noticing your frustration.

“And anything you say? Like what?” He leans back on his hands.

“You can do whatever you want, I was just trying to give you advice.” You roll your eyes. You didn't know if you wanted to leave or not. You didn't know if you wanted to jump on his lap or not. He pulls you out of your thoughts when he stands up.

“Come here.”He nods toward you. Your eyes widen a little, sudden nerves enter your system. You walk in front on him, leaving a foot of space. He looks down at you, he doesn't say anything, he just tilts his head a little a continues to stare. His hair covering his eyes a little. You could see his lips start to pull into a smile until he clenches his jaw and any sign of a smile is gone.

“You Ms Yn, you try to be slick, but yet you are very very obvious.” He says breaking the silence. You lick your lips and smile a little, trying to hide the fact that your whole face and the tips of your ears were burning. “The list is getting longer and longer, eventually i'm going to have to give my life to you to pay you back.” He jokes shaking his head a little.

“Are you complaining?” You shrug and laugh at him. He then suddenly pulls you close to him by your waist. His face was suddenly right in front of yours and your breath was caught in your throat.

“Nah, but I do have a way I could pay you back.” He then grabs your hair pulling on it a little making you tilt your head back a bit, his head then goes in a he lays a couple of kisses on your neck. He trails up, getting a little messy. You were so stunned by what was happening. You hands grabbed onto his shoulders, tight. As he nibbled and kissed, your nails dug into his shoulder, you bit your bottom lip to hold in any noise. “I take care of this body for a while.” His hand suddenly went down and he grabbed at your ass. Before a moan could slip out you push him away.

“You’re gross, you know that?” You cross your arms in front of yourself.

“What I do wrong?” He smirks and shrugs. But you just roll your eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” You looked at him like he was coo-coo.

“Okay maybe the body part was a little much, but i was kinda serious. I can't lie and say i’m not attracted to you as well. Shit, i’m kinda hard thinking about the things I could and would do to your right now if you let me.” As he said that, his face was set in a serious way. There you go again blushing. You didn’t know if you should believe him or not.

“You warn me about the girls out here when i really only want you, physically of course. Do you not feel the same about me?” He throws his hands up like he was a damn emoji.

“Shouldn’t we keep things professional?” You end up whispering.

“Oh please. If i kissed you right now, and thought of professionalism would go out the door. Would it not?” He raises a brow. But then he smirks once again. “I’m assuming your puppy Rowan will tell me when to come in. So i’ll see you later.” He then pulls off his shirt and turns to pull his covers back. You were stuck. His whole torso was covered in beautiful all black ink. You see a cherry blossom trees, and different birds and flowers. There was Korean words and english combined. There were so many layers. He looks back at you with a confused look.

“Why are you still here?” He asks. Your eyes widen at his sudden change in emotions. You gathered the things you needed to take and you left without looking back.

It was now Friday, which meant you were free to do whatever you want until Monday. Rowan had to take a small vacation to visit her family in the US. So you were all alone and bored. With a photoshoot with Taehyung on Monday, you had Rowan set up a hair appointment for Taehyung to dye his hair blonde. So you knew that the next time you see him he was going to be a blonde.

You were currently laying in bed, you picked your phone up and checked the time. It was currently 10 am and you had nothing to do all day. You suddenly get a little idea that you might regret later on, but you open your text messages and click on Taehyung. You quickly type out a text asking him if he knew anyone that could drop off some weed.

Your heart started beating fast as you pushed send. You quickly got up wanting to distract your mind from him, wondering what he response will be. You got into the shower. You quickly did everything you needed to do and got out, to worried about your phone. You picked out a casual but quick outfit, wanting to take some pictures today. You pulled out tanish cargo pants and a off the shoulders tight black crop top from your line. Then you pulled out some black nikes to wear with it. Then you hear a ding.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Just about a fucking text message. You sighed and went to look. It was him.

//Ill send the best, boss\\ with a smirking emoji. You rolled your eyes, but clicked on the number he sent below that. It started to ring and then someone answers.

“Hello?” A deep voice says.

“Uhm, Hi, I'm YN.” You wanted to slap yourself, really?

“Ah, Taehyung just texted me about you, text me your address and we can talk about it then. I'm Yoongi by the way.”

By the time Yoongi showed up, your hair was waved and put in a half up and down style. And your makeup was done. You opened the door and you wanted to jump in a pit of lava. Fuck he was beautiful and you should've known that someone like Taehyung only know people like him, dangerous. You nodded towards him and he does it back and steps in. You lead him into your kitchen to the island. He sets his black bag on the counter. He then unzips his black windbreaker to reveal a black t-shirt. But what made your mouth go dry, was the black ink all over his arms. Damn your weakness for ink.

He then opens the bag up and in it was multiple freezer bags.

“How much?” You ask, you noticed that he has six freezer bags, filled half way.

“Oh, surprisingly Taehyung offered to pay for you. He said something about you getting something that he really wanted?” He shrugs. He then takes out some plastic baggies and nods. “So i'll give you a quarter of everything. He’ll be pissed because that's a lot of money, but he owed me anyways.” He starts to weight it all out.

“What in the hell am I supposed to do with all of that weed?” You ask, that's like a zip in a half. So 28 plus 14 grams….you rarely smoke!

“Not my problem.” He shrugs. You roll your eyes and pull five hundreds out of your wallet.

“Here, is this enough?” You ask, you raised a eyebrow as his eyes widen a bit. But he nods and finishes up. He hands you the weed and puts the money in his pocket.

“I know that's too much Yoongi, but ill let it slide for gas money.” You smile when his eyes widen again.

“My bad, it's just the business man in me.” he smiles a bit, his smile made you tingle a bit.

“Sure, whatever.” You laugh looking at all the weed you have. “At least get me something to smoke this with.”

“Oh, I got some rellos.” He unzips the pocket on the side and pulls out a plastic baggy with packs of them in there. He tosses it down on the counter.

“So how do you know Taehyung?” You ask.

“We used to tat together in high school. You?” He asks.

“He gave me this.” You say and lift your shirt up. “And he is now one of my clothing models.” You say pulling your shirt back down.

“I could've done so much better.” He shrugs.

“Mhm, I like mine just how it is, thank you very much.” You cross your shoulders. He laughs and starts to tug his jacket back on. You notice that everything from his bag to his shoes, to the beanie on his head is black. Even his tattoos, or the ones you could see. Everything was black except his skin, in fact it was the complete opposite. You hated how attracted you were, he was no Taehyung, but he was a close second.

“Well, can I hit you up when I need more weed?” You ask. “That is, if your weed isn't trash.” You didn't know why you felt like you could talk to him like that, but he just had this goofy vibe to him, even if he looked scary beautiful. But when he smiles extra gummy like you knew you were good.

“Trust me, it's not.” He pulls out his phone when it dinged in his pocket. “I follow you on instagram by the way, so I was wondering if you would like to come to this party i'm throwing tonight.”

You just raise a brow.

“It would be nice if someone with a higher status in the social world, would come.” He pulls out the money you gave him. “Here. I know I sound thirsty, but when you opened your door I was hella surprised. First by how beautiful you actually are in person, unlike the facetune clan. And because how could someone like Taehyung know you. So here is all of your money back.”

“So for all of this weed, I come to your party instead of paying?” You say trying to ignore that fact that he called you beautiful. He nods not breaking eye contact. “Fine.”

Later that night, your driver pulled into a little frat village, and you were nervous. College students scared you. They were like a whole different species. You told Yoongi to wait for you outside. Supposedly his brother is the head student in the frat the party is in, so if you show up with Yoongi, no one will mess with you. As soon as you told your driver that you will message him, you open the door and come face to face with Yoongi.

He quickly grabs your hands and pull you inside. You were immediately thrown into a whole different world. Drugs and alcohol everywhere. Students all over each other. The ones who were somewhat sober started to recognize you, but then they look up a little and see Yoongi, they stop themselves from going any further. He quickly pulls you further into the building, you enter double doors that were currently shut. Once they open, you notice a huge room that was set up like a living room, but then it opened up to a backyard, mainly filled with a in-ground pool.

You didn't expect to see Taehyung standing behind a couch, with a red solo cup in his hands. His hair was a honey brown, which you assume is from lightening his hair for Monday. You also didn't expect to see Sinsi sitting on the couch in front of him. Somehow she managed to hold his hand in that position. Taehyung's eyes were on you, and his hand suddenly wasn't in hers. But before you could see anything else you look around other places. You see Jin and Namjoon, and a couple of other people.

“Ah! Yn you're here? You came for the free alcohol or drugs?” Seokjin tried to stand up but his words slurred and his intoxicated body gave out on him and landed on Joon, his boyfriend.

“Um, actually Yoongi asked me to come.” You smile and intertwin your arm into Yoongi’s, not to much. You prayed to someone that he wouldn't move his arm away. But instead you felt your arm grow goosebumps when he actually laces his fingers through yours.

“I'm going to go get us some drinks, have fun.”

You felt like you were in a movie of some sort. You, at a college party, with a guy that you want so badly, but got invited by who you assume was his competition in the tattoo business. Better yet, the guy you want has his suppose ex all over him.

You soon found Yoongi’s brother, you didn't catch his name, but you did catch the fact that you made him the coolest ‘dude’ on campus. You didn't know how to feel about being used, but you couldn't say anything, you agreed to come. Plus free alcohol. You’ll just count it as charity work since he said that he will, quote on quote, ‘be known for having the best party.’

You did your best to get lots of pictures with the party goers. At the same time, you've downed a couple of drinks, wanting it to help with everyone wanting something from you. You were just thankful that half of the people were shit faced.

Before taking pictures, you had the choice to hang out with Sinsi, she even offered to take your pictures for instagram.

It was about a hour later when the picture needs go down. Which meant that you were starting to feel the drink a little more now that you weren't doing much. In fact your head started to spin a little. You wanted to go back to the room you were first in, maybe sit down a bit.

Before you could make it to the double doors, a cliq of four girls blocked your view. You could tell that they were high out of their minds. But you could also tell that they could handle their drugs, so they looked pretty normal, other then red eyes.

“Would you like a picture or something?” You ask kind of confused to why they all had these rude faces. “No? Then what?”

“I, no we want to you follow us on instagram, and give us a shout out. We wanna be like you.” The girl in front say, then she crosses her arms, and the other three followed behind.

“Like me?” You were highly confused.

“A social star? Duh.” You almost wanted to cringe. Are they serious.

You didn't know that Yoongi was watching everything in the past hour, he was standing near the kitchen, it was on a slight higher level, he could see over people's head. He noticed the main girl in front to his his brothers ex. He looked further down the hall that you were standing in front of and he sees Taehyung leaving from the bathroom. He stops in his tracks when he sees you.

“How about no.” You give them a sarcastic smile. You almost wanted to laugh in their face. Did they think they could scare you into doing what they say.

“Do it, or face what we will bring you.” She raises her eyebrow. You made her smile when you put on a nervous face.

“Oh no, what ever will I do?” You just scoff, erasing the smirk off of her face.

“You've got one last chance, how hard is it? A simple follow and shoutout?” A girl in the back says.

“I've worked for what I got. Now if four broke ass college students want to jump me, bring it. Just know that right after this i'm going to go back to my million dollar home and talk to my rich friends, something youll never understand because you're stuck studying your life away.” You step forward showing that you weren't scared of them. If you were sober then you wouldn't of said what you did. But you weren't going to be forced to do something you didn't want to.

Then everything happened at once.

They started to attack but then two large hands come in. One came around your shoulders, pulling you back. You look over and see that the other hand is Yoongi, standing in front of the girls blocking them for you. Once they realized that it was him in front of them, they backed away almost immediately. At this time, everyone was now looking at you all. Then Yoongi’s brother pushed his way through.

“What the fuck Misa?” He yells, clearly intoxicated.

Your heart was racing and you were too focused on everything in front of you, that you didn't realize that you were still being pulled backwards. You frowned wanting to know who the hell was behind you. Your hands come up to grab on to the arm around your shoulders. But another hand came around your waist and a ‘shh’ was said into your ear. You kept walking backwards until you both were outside.

Your heart was still going, only because you were hoping that it wasn't who you thought it was. But then again you were. But what would you even say. Once the door was shut and you were alone in the screened in porch, he pulled away. You were hit with the cool air of the night, and you turned around. Standing there, Taehyung.

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yoon-kooks · 6 years ago

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Blossom🌸

Pairing: Stripper!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Stripper!AU, College!AU, Fluff

Summary: You infiltrate your local strip club to gather research and inspiration for your next painting and end up bringing home a stripper who also happens to be your cute neighbor.

Warnings: stripping, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3.3k

⤐ Story 1 in the Blossom!Universe; Read Blossom-pt.2 on my masterlist!

A/N: i know what yall are thinking!!! this is a stripper!au without smut??? but theres a good chance ill be writing more drabbles in this universe so look out for those!🌸

“Cute.” Your studio arts professor hands you back your print sample of a swimming platypus.

“…Is it not good?” You examine the print again to see where you went wrong. If anything, you thought this painting had turned out a lot better than the one of a goblin shark.

“Y/N, it’s amazing. It really is,” she tries to reassure you with a chuckle, but you know there’s something wrong with it. “It’s just… you’ve practically drawn the entire animal kingdom this semester.”

“…and?”

“Don’t you think you should try painting something else…? Like, I don’t know… a human?”

“But I’m more comfortable with animals.”

“That’s what I mean! You should try stepping out of your comfort zone? Plus, your portfolio will look better with more of a variety!”

“And how do you suppose I all of a sudden get inspiration for painting a human subject? I need something before the exhibition tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, try going to a strip club or something?” Your professor thinks she’s funny. “Just be creative!”

You lay on the floor of your dorm, desperately searching for inspiration. With animals and nature, it’s so easy for you to just sit down and paint whatever comes to mind. But with humans? You don’t even know where to start, and it certainly doesn’t help your concentration when a puppy is barking on the other side of the wall like it’s begging for you to draw it.

And in addition to the barking, you’re also being harassed by the constant replaying of your professor’s advice. Sure, you’d like to paint something that your professor and peers will approve of, but that becomes awfully difficult when what they want is not what you want. You just wish you could paint another animal and be done. But now even that’s impossible when all you can think about is trying to make everyone else satisfied.

“Shit.” You drag yourself off the floor, thrown on a fuzzy sweater, and walk out of your dorm with a sketchbook and pencil.

To your surprise, sneaking into a strip club undetected is a lot easier than one would think. And once you’re in, you squeeze your way through the crowd, inspecting the flashy lights, the booming stereos, and the big stage until you spot a table for one in a secluded corner. Perfect. No one will bother you there.

When the main show starts, the first thing you do is flip open your sketchbook with your pencil ready to draw. The second thing you do, however, is yawn. You aren’t sure what people enjoy about strangers prancing around naked on stage, but it could just be an acquired taste. Although the strippers are attractive and they have beautiful bodies, you’re just not interested nor inspired. Maybe it’s your artist block acting up, but it seems you’ve wasted your time.

Before you can get up to leave the club, you’re alarmed by a sudden eruption of screams. Giving it one last chance, you glance up and see the spotlight on an incredibly handsome boy in all white, running his fingers through his dark hair. Still fully clothed, he dances, moves, spins on stage, and somehow it’s so different from the previous acts. So much that you forget where you are until he flips his jacket off his shoulders and tosses it aside as he continues to dance.

The way he graces the stage is elegant and almost angelic. You flip your sketchbook back open and wait for the demon to show itself. He makes his way down the catwalk to engage more with the crowd, and money’s already being thrown before his body’s even exposed. Once he loses his tank, however, the cheering gets twice as loud and the stage is showered with crumpled bills. But you don’t have time to worry about that.

For the first time that night, your pencil starts gliding across the page in your sketchbook. You roughly sketch out his body, his motions, his movements, his smirks. You’re too busy drawing to notice when he catches a glimpse of you as he kicks his pants off to reveal a very healthy ass, or when he teases several customers with his rolls and thrusts.

With several pages filled with new sketches, you hear the collective aww from the crowd, assuming that means the handsome boy is done for the night. The only one in the crowd who isn’t sad is you, because you finally collected all the research material you need to be inspired. And before you leave, you decide to flesh out the details of what you witnessed, in case the vivid images and inspiration escape you before returning home.

“Would you like a drink or a dance, Baby?” A stripper with pastel mint hair eyes you up and down, leaning against the table with his head cocked to the side. You’re shocked he even bothered approaching you when you didn’t tip at all. Unless that’s what he’s after.

“Uhh, no thanks, I was actually just on my way out,” you throw your sketchbook and pencil into your bag and get up to leave.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Sweetheart. Did you not enjoy your stay? Maybe I could change that.” The stripper continues to pester you, and you wonder if the smallest tip will help you escape.

“This one’s with me, Sugar.” An unknown voice appears behind you as the stripper named Sugar shrugs and walks over to another customer waving their money around.

With a sigh of relief, you turn around, only to have your heart racing again in an instant. It’s the handsome boy you had sketched. Only instead of wearing an all-white costume, he’s now engulfed in an oversized black hoodie. You assume he’s off duty, so you aren’t sure why he’s approaching you like the other stripper had.

“Are you the freeloader everyone’s talking about?” he asks you.

“I suppose I am…” You look around and realize you’re probably the only broke college kid at the club, hence the only one who can’t afford to throw money around for lap dances.

“Can you at least show me your sketches?”

“What.”

“I saw you drawing something in your sketchbook during my performance earlier,” he does a cute little drawing gesture with his hand. “If you aren’t going to tip anything, the least you can do is show me what you drew.”

You suppose he’s right. Besides, you really do appreciate it when people take interest in your art, so you hand him your sacred sketchbook and watch as his expression changes from curious to awe.

“Are you an art student?” he asks while flipping through the quick sketches of his body.

“Yeah, I was just gathering research for a painting I need to do for tomorrow’s exhibition.”

“Oh? And I’m your muse?” He hands you back your sketchbook and catches a glimpse of your name written in the corner of the cover. “Y/N?”

You nod, getting your pencil ready to jot something down.” And may I ask what my muse’s name is?”

“It’s Jimin, part-time stripper, full-time dance student.”

“Wait, you’re a student, too?” You know you shouldn’t be surprised because the boy does look around your age, but still. You didn’t realize strippers had time for school obligations on top of work. “Which school?”

“Seoul Institute of the Arts.” No. That can’t be. There’s no way this handsome stripper goes to the same school as you. “Why do you look so shocked…?”

“I go there, too…” You shrink your body as if that’ll help you hide. You’re suddenly feeling super shy. “But you don’t happen to live in the dorms, do you…?”

“I do… Do you…?”

You nod.

“So what you’re trying to say is, we’re neighbors?” Jimin says as he stands outside his dorm, room 324, and you stand outside of yours, 325.

“I guess-” You’re cut off by a cute bark. “That’s your puppy making all the noise then?”

“Uh, yeah… I got her a week ago after saving up enough from work,” he opens the door and a tiny white fluff ball stretches its body in the door way before trotting over to greet you. You squat down to say hi to the little puppy who gives you her paw. “But anyway, the whole stripper thing needs to stay between you and me, yeah?”

Of course you have no intentions of letting people know you infiltrated a strip club anyway, so that means you also can’t be telling them your neighbor is a secret stripper. But Jimin doesn’t know that, and you’re going to use that to your advantage. “Okay, yeah, I won’t tell anyone… as long as you agree to be my model for the rest of the night.” You open your door and gesture for him to come in.

Jimin scoops up the feisty puppy and tucks it comfortably under his arm. “I thought I already was your model?”

“All you have to do is pose for me for a few hours,” you say, leading the stripper into your dorm-turned studio.

“Naked?”

“Shirtless is fine.” Anything more than that would be far too much for your eyes. You pretend not to peek as he promptly removes his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal a picture-perfect torso and something you didn’t catch as the club. You tilt your head to get a better look at the word inked to his ribs. Blossom. “Is that the name a stripper girl you’re in love with?”

“For your information, Blossom is the name of that little one over there,” he points over to where his puppy is trying to dig a hole into your pillow before brushing his fingers over his tattoo. “But, it’s also just a reminder to myself.”

You nod, “Ooh, fascinating…” Once all of your art supplies are set up on your cluttered desk, you glance up at the clock on the wall. Midnight already. “I’ll keep that in mind for my painting.”

The boy has a lot of good poses, some suggestive, others charming. One second he’ll be licking his lips with his hands at his belt, and the next he’s laying on your bed while running his fingers through his hair. Oh, and he also has this really cute smile when he’s watching you be so immersed in your art.

Once you decide on a pose to paint (the one on his back with the fingers running through his hair!), you hop off your chair and walk over to the half-naked boy on your bed. He blinks up at you with either innocent eyes or inviting eyes—you aren’t really good at telling the difference. You don’t know what he was expecting, but his face looks awfully surprised when you extend your phone for him to take.

“Can you take a pic of yourself in That™ position?” You do the fingers-running-through-hair thing.

“You don’t want to take the picture yourself?”

You shake your head.

“You don’t want to get on top of me and see with your own eyes?”

You shake your head again. He chuckles as he sits up, doing the fingers-running-through-hair thing a couple of times. Must be a habit. You didn’t notice the fifty other times he did the hair thing, but this time you’re made aware of his cherry blossom cologne, its alluring scent trying to pull you closer. But you know to keep a distance.

“You’re no fun to flirt with, you know that?” It almost looks like he pouts before finally taking your phone and tossing himself back against your mattress.

“I’m a lot flirtier when I don’t have a project due in less than ten hours.”

“Really?”

“No.” Your answer makes him frown, but he takes the selfies you asked for anyway.

You watch your bed sheets wrinkle with every sensual movement of the boy’s body as he finds the best angle for your research photos. Not only does he adjust the positioning of his head and arm, but also his squirmy lower half with his waist where his underwear is peeking out and his legs unable to keep still. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was frustrated, needy, and a tad bit horny.

As you wait for him to finish, you start mapping out your painting with a rough outline. You lightly sketch Jimin down to his waist and surround him with-

“Done~” the boy yawns, handing you back your phone. Eager, you swipe through the 37 photos taken by Park Jimin, all of which have an overwhelming amount of sex appeal. You don’t know how you’re going to narrow it down, though you suppose the one he set as your lockscreen is the best in his humble opinion. And it has a perfect view of his tattoo.

You feel Jimin’s eyes on you as you painting. The sensation of being observed is oddly comforting rather than pressuring, and maybe it’s because you know it’s not with judging eyes. From your bed, he follows your paintbrush’s every stroke against the canvas as you fill it in with a splash of color, bringing your subject into bloom.

“What made you choose me specifically to be your model?” the boy asks as you’re defining his abs.

You pause your painting for a moment to think about his question. “I don’t usually use people as subjects for my art, but my professor suggested that I step out of my comfort zone.”

“So you went to a strip club and surrounded yourself with naked people?”

“Exactly,” you nod and continue, “I took a chance, went to a strip club for the first and last time in my life, and met a boy. And out of all the humans in the world, he was the first to lend me inspiration.”

“I can’t believe you found inspiration in someone who sells their body for money,” Jimin chuckles but his words bother you.

“I know I’m literally painting your abs right now, but believe me when I say I took more inspiration from you than just from your body.”

“Well I’m glad,” he says, rubbing his toned belly. You’re still not convinced.

“Do you not like being a stripper?”

“I don’t hate it, and the performer in me really does enjoy being on stage. Plus, it pays for my puppy,” Jimin sighs because he knows you’re not going to let it go until you get a proper answer. “But there’s always this feeling of being trapped in a bud of expectation and insecurity. As long as I’m a stripper, my body will always outshine my dancing. And yet, I can’t bring myself to quit, in fear of not being a good enough dancer for anything else.”

You can only nod because you don’t know how to offer support. The boy sounds a lot less confident now than how you remember him dancing on stage. But you get it. Taking that first step out of your comfort zone is as scary as that painting you did of the goblin shark. But that’s the only way you’ll ever blossom.

After several hours of endless painting and the occasional puppy whining in her sleep, you rise like a zombie from your desk to show your muse the final product of your blood, sweat, and tears. But of course he’s already fast asleep on your bed with his puppy at ass o’clock.

Not wanting to disturb the two cuties, you carefully pull the covers over them, make a nice bed for yourself on the carpet with three spare blankets, and turn out the lights.

When you wake up, however, you smell cherry blossoms and feel something warm pressed up against your back. Thankfully, what you find when you roll over on the bed is not a sleeping Jimin, but instead a puppy licking her butt. As soon as she realizes her privacy’s been violated, she wags her tail and does some morning stretches.

You flip the covers and bed sheets over in search of a half-naked boy, but he’s not there. Instead, you see him all bundled up in his black hoodie and the three blankets you’d been using on the floor. Somehow the two of you mysteriously swapped places. You can only assume he woke up in the middle of the night and tucked you into bed. Because coincidences like that don’t just happen.

Relieved from everything, you take time to play with the puppy on your bed for a bit before you have to get ready and leave for the exhibition. The little one explores the dark depths beneath your bed sheet, her cold wet nose sniffing everything including your exposed legs, until her fluffy head finally pops back out with a tiny bark.

You’re startled by half-asleep mumbles and rustling blankets. Jimin sits up as his hood falls down to reveal a wicked bedhead. He tousles his hair around and you can’t decide whether it looks messy or really fucking hot—like he just had a quickie. “Did you finish your painting?” He blinks at you.

“Oh right.” You stop yourself from any sort of fantasizing and hop off the bed to grab the colorful canvas from your desk. Once it’s in the hands of the boy at the center of the painting, you plop down next to him on the blankets and wait for his response.

Before saying a word, Jimin’s eyes examine every inch of the canvas. From the pastel palette, to the boy’s fingers-running-through-hair pose, to the pink bed of flowers beneath him and petals around him, to the bold tattoo on his ribs.

“Are you calling me a flower boy?” He’s unable to hold back a smile creeping up.

“You’re the one with the tattoo,” you say, softly poking the boy’s ribs through his hoodie. “So you tell me.”

He shakes his head, “I still have a long way to go before I, you know, blossom…” You find it adorable how he cringes and shrinks his body at his own word. “But until then, I’ve found another flower to inspire me.” He’s totally talking about you.

“You mean your puppy?” you tease him, picking up the curious white pupper and tapping her wet nose against the boy’s cheek. He plants a soft kiss on her little head before taking her into his lap where she quickly curls up in a ball.

“Yeah her,” Jimin continues to stroke his baby’s fur as her eyelids grow heavier. It isn’t long before the precious bean is fast asleep, and your heart melts a little.

“I was pleasantly surprised to wake up back in my bed with her all cozied up next to me,” you reach over to pet the puppy even though it’s right at the boy’s crotch. “You didn’t have to do that, you know… But I appreciate it, Jimin.”

“No problem, Little One,” he gives you a cute duck face. “I’d want to make sure I have your permission before we sleep together anyway.”

You suppose that’s his way of asking for sex, but you really can’t take a hint. So you ignore him. “Do you want to come to the exhibition with me?”

A little disappointed that you ignored his invitation, Jimin sulks and grabs his duffle bag as he walks towards the bathroom, “Fine, but let me change into clean clothes first.”

“You’re fine with stripping down at a crowded club, but not in front of me?” you ask, not because you want to see it again, but because it’s ironic.

After pausing mid-step, he spins around and stands right before you, his beautiful dark eyes meeting yours. And rather than running his fingers through his own hair for the fiftieth time, he runs them through yours for the first. “Maybe I’m not a stripper when I’m with you.”

“Then what are you? A vampire?” you look up at him with a teasing grin.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” The boy shakes his head and does a cute little eye roll to pretend like he’s annoyed as he walks off to the bathroom. And when he comes back in a very casual boyfriend look, the two of you head over to the exhibition on campus with the painting tucked under your arm.

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: [I think may as well start from the start and we can just skip around and get all the potential jealousy 'cos why not, so this can be 2nd day] Janis: they invited you down the pub after? Jimmy: Oi Jimmy: no need to rub it in, lad with the neck tattoos does fancy me, he's just having a go at the long game Janis: have to tell him how many hours you've got left, like Jimmy: DIY tattoo so he knows it's real Janis: 😏 Janis: would hate for you to miss your chance is all, with your lack of English skills and him not being able to count Janis: 🌠💘 Jimmy: Tah mate Jimmy: nice to see a life of crime ain't changed nowt and you're still the same romantic Janis: anything to get him off my case Janis: nothing personal Jimmy: I get it, you've only got eyes for the one with 💪🏆🥇 Jimmy: just a couple of athletes falling for each other Janis: obvs Janis: fully thick enough to see this as perfect dating grounds Janis: petty criminals are the most eligible of bachelors 😍 Jimmy: duh Jimmy: 😎🚬 Janis: we all know you're that thick, mate Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: such a sweet talker today, you Janis: me? Jimmy: you heard Janis: you're funny Jimmy: must be all the #bants flying about Jimmy: can't take all the credit off the lads though Janis: this is why it's a good thing you don't go to boarding school Janis: never hack it Jimmy: @iantaylor8 🙌 Janis: sure he don't want you making friends with any more undesirables Janis: be so buzzin' Jimmy: 🤞 Jimmy: party at the Taylor gaff, forget the pub lads Janis: gotta 1up your 💕, yeah Janis: bit rude Jimmy: he 💕s it Janis: duh Jimmy: you coming to my party then, Jules? Janis: you have fucked over my other plans Jimmy: OR I'm a 🥇 wingman and you're free now to have a #datenight with 💪🏆🥇 Janis: answered your own question there then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: know it's purely selfish though Jimmy: It's alright, I forgive you for choosing 💕 over mates Janis: I was talking about you, dickhead Jimmy: Me? Janis: 🙄 Janis: yes you Jimmy: Doing it to make Ian's day, that's selfLESS, my dear Janis: you clearly just wanna give neck tattoo a new one Jimmy: hot Jimmy: but if I were gonna I'd just invite him over Janis: don't wanna be weird about it Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: I ain't been hanging with the flat whites so long that I've lost every 🏆 Jimmy: basic's not catching Janis: sure 😏 Jimmy: Piss off Janis: Touchy Jimmy: Piss off 💕 Jimmy: that better? Janis: you tell me Jimmy: nah, you tell me Jimmy: you're 💔 Janis: am I now Jimmy: I just said Janis: so that means it must be fact Jimmy: Answered your own question there Jimmy: Only fake nice, me Janis: better tell your mate Jimmy: ? Janis: 🕸💘🌢🐍🕈 Janis: be rude to lead him on Jimmy: he don't want me to be nice Janis: 👍 Jimmy: must be bored if you're that invested in my 💕 life Janis: no, picking litter is the biggest thrill of my life Janis: rivals the sleepover Jimmy: obvs, you rich girls love to slum it Janis: only when they look like 💪🏆🥇 Jimmy: I get it, you're bored enough to try and 💔😭 me Jimmy: bit rude Janis: don't need to try Jimmy: [throws something at her, excuse him everyone] Janis: [does 😭 boohoo face at him] Jimmy: I'll have my 😭 in a bit, don't rush me, Janet Janis: s'alright Janis: know you can't keep up, that's not news Jimmy: you inspired me, might as well make it proper 🎨 more like Janis: I look forward to the ------------- stories Jimmy: Just deciding if I wanna tattoo the cliche 🌢 or a 🖤 or a sarky ☻ Jimmy: get his attention an' all Janis: Hoe Janis: you got a 50/50 he's a racist though so worth a shot that one Jimmy: [selfies of him with those deliberately badly drawn on top of the photo like what do you think] Janis: with skills like that, get the pen and needle out now, like Jimmy: could always get your name done, Bill'd be proper chuffed Jimmy: 🤞 wouldn't forget it as easy either Janis: clearly works for some 😍🤤 Jimmy: that's that sorted Jimmy: ✔ Janis: interested to see what name you settle on Jimmy: your actual, Juliet Jimmy: obvs Janis: not paying for the laser 💁 Jimmy: I'll just put a ❌ through it Jimmy: keep the 🥀 though Janis: Classy Janis: love that for you Jimmy: me an' all Jimmy: really gonna make Ian's day that Janis: he got any? Jimmy: @ him Janis: 🙄 Janis: I'm already v busy here Janis: not gonna chat up your dad, tah Jimmy: 🎻💔🎻 Jimmy: gutted for him and you Jimmy: my poor baby Janis: yeah, all boys want step mums, I get it Jimmy: told you before, don't want you as mine Jimmy: if nowt else it'd be dead weird when he can't keep hold of you longer than a few days Janis: bit rude Janis: you know I'm dedicated 💪🥇 Jimmy: were talking about his flaws not yours Janis: I can fix him Janis: got some tips from the gals Jimmy: you're too busy, that were what you just said Janis: yeah but now you don't want me to, I clearly have to Jimmy: crack on then Jimmy: you know his @ Jimmy: and address Janis: thanks for your blessing Jimmy: see you at the wedding Jimmy: 👋 Janis: awh Janis: look well cute in your matching suits Jimmy: duh Jimmy: get some flower girl garb for the 🐕💕 Janis: providing he ain't kicked her out again, deffo Jimmy: she'll do herself in when he kicks you out any road 💔 Janis: 🎻💔🎻 Janis: so rude Jimmy: he is, yeah Jimmy: not news Janis: c'est la vie Janis: well in with Mia's now Jimmy: could try and put something in the vows if you've got your 🖤 but we know who the real daddy™ is Jimmy: set* Jimmy: what's Mia's last name? Janis: Dunno Janis: something suitably plain Janis: you know the vibe, Taylor Jimmy: 👍 Janis: can't even fake offended? Janis: 💔 Jimmy: name's the top thing he's done for me if we're gonna rate any of the bollocks Janis: guess I'm just blatantly jealous then Janis: #cantrelate Jimmy: so soz Joanne Jimmy: my sister hates hers if that dries your eyes any, bit too much like a 🐕 Janis: Yeah, love making kids cry, me Jimmy: got the wrong one, there's no danger with her Janis: 👌 Janis: you're easy, don't matter Jimmy: she'll make you cry when you're her new step mum Jimmy: I'll be 😂 Janis: anything to make you smile, babe Jimmy: cute Janis: you are Jimmy: you ain't got time for flirting, we all heard you Janis: not flirting, bighead Jimmy: [a look like yeah right] Jimmy: I won't tell the others Janis: I'm not the one that's concerned if they know Janis: [look back like that's right] Jimmy: Why would I care? Jimmy: massive slag so you said earlier Janis: She probably don't wanna feel like one and all though Jimmy: What are you on about? Janis: like you don't know, alright Jimmy: wouldn't have asked if I did Janis: come on, you're well blatant Jimmy: how am I? Janis: you and your hero vibes 💕 Jimmy: Bollocks Janis: 😂 alright Jimmy: Alright, dickhead Janis: don't be pissy Janis: she's obviously into it Jimmy: shut up Janis: why you being moody about it Jimmy: Why are you being a knobhead about the fact I ain't one? Janis: I ain't? Janis: I'm not the one you want 🏆 from so no need to go that far Jimmy: 👌 Janis: don't be stupid Jimmy: you Janis: How am I? Jimmy: Not being a massive twat to her doesn't mean I'm 😍💕 Janis: didn't say you were Jimmy: What then? Janis: just don't act like your intentions are any purer than theirs Janis: that's bollocks Jimmy: I don't have intentions, that's bollocks Janis: alright Jimmy: is it? Janis: 'course Jimmy: you gonna leave it out now or what? Janis: alright Janis: 🤷 Jimmy: [a look at her like are you alright though] Janis: [defiant one back like obvs am, YOU drop it] Jimmy: [😒] Janis: [sticks her tongue out at him like a child but also like cheer up] Jimmy: [just shaking his head like he's so #over it] Janis: [🙄] Jimmy: [giving them back and then ignoring her like he's so busy] Janis: [so 😒] Jimmy: [oh lads you do make me laugh] Janis: [clearly having so much #bants with these lads] Jimmy: [#fuming] Janis: [I'm like be careful gal, god knows the sort lmao] Jimmy: [same though I'm too much of a grandma for this] Janis: [as tempting as it would be to #trigger your parents, not gonna take one home] Jimmy: [Ali getting hit with those mems of all her shit exes like] Janis: [mhmm that and Edie's] Jimmy: [you should do it gal] Janis: [cannot though 'cos had a fake boyfriend] Janis: has* Jimmy: [I'm like but still do it though, you don't have to seduce said delinquent] Janis: [just bringing one home to hang lmao no boo] Jimmy: [😿] Janis: [they mad enough at Jimmy, it's fine] Jimmy: [true] Janis: [not playing that dangerous game ty] Jimmy: [plus Jimothy 😒 enough too rn] Janis: 🚬 break? Jimmy: You're alright Janis: okay Janis: well can I have one Jimmy: [comes over and hands her the 🚬 and lighter like there you go] Janis: [taking it like cheers but looking at him like ?] Jimmy: [walking away like a rude hoe cos there's too much drama at school] Janis: [just like excuse me but walking off in another direction to 🚬 like fine then] Jimmy: [I like to think he's gonna go somewhere else to do it because that petty bitch] Janis: you quit or what Jimmy: What kind of question's that? Janis: a valid one, apparently Jimmy: wouldn't be very on brand or #goals of me Janis: no shit, like Jimmy: There you go then Janis: thanks for clearing that up Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Fuck sake Jimmy: What now? Janis: don't say you ain't in a mood if you are Jimmy: I've said nowt one way or other Janis: no need now Jimmy: 👌 Janis: yeah I got it Janis: fuck you too, like Jimmy: Yeah, I got it an' all Jimmy: You're on one today Janis: Oh right, it's me that's in the mood Jimmy: too right, girl Janis: Oh my God Jimmy: *😱😱😱 Janis: just shut up then Jimmy: 🤐 Janis: Great Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: 😑 Jimmy: Alright Janis: what does that mean Jimmy: it means I know when to stop Janis: If I could give you a look right now, I would Janis: bullshit do you Jimmy: come here then Jimmy: not stopping you Janis: you don't wanna so why would I Jimmy: 'cause you do wanna Jimmy: you just said, if you could, you would Janis: just meaning I can't 👀 you Janis: not that immature Jimmy: so come see me Janis: who's over there Jimmy: I am Jimmy: you're the only mate I've got, you know that Janis: you don't need to sobstory Janis: just admit you want me to come over too Jimmy: there's no 🎻🎻 playing Jimmy: you're the only mate I want Janis: don't flirt with me now, like Jimmy: Or what? Janis: I dunno yet Janis: could be really bad Jimmy: I ain't scared of you Janis: that's your first mistake then Janis: [obviously comes over] Jimmy: [the eye contact though] Janis: [just dying but managing to be like 'what'] Jimmy: [just pulling her closer to him like she hasn't come here enough for his liking] Janis: [lil noise that you could pretend was protest but is not] Jimmy: [such a LOOK] Janis: ['Jimmy' the frustration like boy Jimmy: [you know he's gonna say her name too in response to kill us all] Janis: [makeout o'clock] Jimmy: [no regrets] Janis: [gotta be done yo] Jimmy: [we know what you two are like] Janis: [hoes my boo say] Jimmy: [#extra] Janis: [literally have work to do here] Jimmy: [lol don't be getting in trouble on day 2 please] Janis: [such rebhogs] Jimmy: [love you nerds so much] Janis: [shall we skip to our next jealousy event?] Jimmy: [why not] Janis: [what's the mood] Jimmy: [like clearly we gotta kick it up a notch with this girl somehow but not too far yet hmm] Janis: [what is a could be friendly/could be flirty thing, have a think] Jimmy: [maybe she invites him to something obvs not as highkey as the date moment later? like maybe she's into photography too and there's something art hoe-y idk]] Janis: [that's a good idea, let's do that] Jimmy: [maybe they are gonna do something fake dating and he can't cos he's going to that] Janis: [that's a good way for her to even know it's a thing so yeah, deffo] Jimmy: [come at me girl] Janis: You ready to go? Jimmy: ? Janis: we were going cinema with 'em Jimmy: shit, I thought that were tomorrow Janis: Ha, I wish Janis: why? Jimmy: [sends her the deets to the thing which in my head is like one of those walking tour things where you take pics so it's also like a photography class or something cos again don't need to be that swag] Janis: Oh Janis: alright Janis: you coulda mentioned that earlier 🙄 Jimmy: like I said, I reckoned the 👀🍿🔪 were the next day Janis: well it ain't Janis: just say you're sick, again Janis: don't matter Jimmy: say I'm stuck babysitting, you can fake you're with me and you won't have to go either Janis: Not planning on going regardless, tah Janis: but that works Janis: sure they'll be devastated either way 💔 Jimmy: hope the film's a sad one then Jimmy: bit awkward to 😭 at a comedy Janis: hasn't stopped 'em before Jimmy: 💔 when a lad don't show tbf Janis: you can send the fruit baskets if you have time Janis: again, nothing new to 'em is it Jimmy: only thing close to a fruit I recognise is 🥔 Jimmy: they really would be devastated if I sent 'em chips Janis: best to just 👻 'em Janis: comfort in familiarity and all that Jimmy: ✔ Janis: have fun then, nerd Jimmy: Oi Jimmy: my 🎨 homework ain't done itself, and if that's anyone's fault it's yours Jimmy: what kind of muse Janis: if you're asking me to do your homework, not that hard-up for plan bs Jimmy: wouldn't trust you to do nowt as far as I could chuck you, babe Janis: 💔 so gutted Jimmy: Obvs Jimmy: come round in a bit if you want, won't make you do any homework Janis: Wow, so tempting Janis: you're alright Jimmy: Alright Janis: go impress the art hoes with that chat Jimmy: got need to say owt Jimmy: don't* Jimmy: 😎🚬📷 Janis: that's handy Jimmy: you can shut up an' all Janis: n'awh Janis: calm down Jimmy: ladies first Janis: Forgot, you can't handle any #bants Jimmy: I can handle everything you've got, girl Jimmy: deny that but you can't properly forget it Janis: don't tell me to shut up then Jimmy: come on, it's all just #bants Janis: Try harder then Jimmy: What's up with you? Janis: ? Jimmy: you heard me Janis: I don't know what you're chatting though Jimmy: Why are you being so mardy? It ain't a hard question Janis: 'cos I've got to talk to them and answer all their questions Janis: 'cos you can't remember what day of the week it is Jimmy: I'll do it then Janis: don't bother Janis: as if they won't be in my inbox regardless to see if we're sticking to the same story or what the truth of it really is Jimmy: I'm sorry, alright? Janis: Yeah Jimmy: I'll think of something well #goals to drag 'em to Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Alright, no need to be a twat with it Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: miss you an' all Janis: save that kind of believability for your captions Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 💕 Jimmy: [he should 100% take a pic that has community service girl in it or she should tag him in one either way so she knows the gal is there] Janis: [the sarcastic ❤ that is getting lmao] Jimmy: [like realistically she's probably tagged him because he's not gonna jeopardise fake dating babysitting story they've concocted but yeah] Janis: You're such an amateur Jimmy: bit rude Janis: Hardly Janis: getting caught and tagged in photographic evidence Janis: you know nothing about having a sidechick or what Jimmy: 1. I weren't gonna tell her to keep me well out of shot 'cause I have a fake dating scam I'm pulling Jimmy: 2 They know when it was posted not when it were taken Janis: Handle your business Janis: first you forget the plan then you totally fucking risk it all Jimmy: Calm down Jimmy: They ain't nudes Janis: Same diff when you get papped out and about on your date Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: just untag it and do better next time Jimmy: Duh Janis: Duh @ yourself, rookie Janis: embarrassing Jimmy: Piss off Janis: tell your gf the deal and we wouldn't have to have this convo Jimmy: she's nowt of the sort and I ain't telling her nowt either Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: stop being a dickhead Janis: if you're gonna have a real love life, you've got to end your fake first Janis: simple as Jimmy: I'm not Janis: okay Jimmy: is it? Janis: I mean, if you're gonna go on what look like dates with all your pals, the untag rule still needs to apply probably Jimmy: I'm not thick Jimmy: it weren't like I posed for her Janis: then how do you not get what that was Jimmy: ? Janis: you don't just invite random lads to shit like that and just take photos they happen to be in Janis: this is meant to be your thing, work it out Jimmy: Nah, you're making it a thing it ain't Jimmy: taking photos of people you're with ain't a big deal, she don't know that we're surrounded by weird 💀 lasses Janis: oh, I get it Jimmy: Good Janis: willful ignorance ain't the same as actual Janis: but it's all the same to this fake shit so Janis: point remains Jimmy: if you've got a point to make, just make it Janis: Literally did Jimmy: Great talk then, babe Janis: Not really Janis: makes you blind, sure Janis: add stupid to the list Jimmy: send me the full one when you're done 🖋🌢 Janis: It's simple Janis: don't fuck my shit up for me Janis: I get to end it, that's the deal Janis: the minimum you have to do is tell me when before you fuck it all up yourself Jimmy: I haven't and I won't Jimmy: Like I promised Jimmy: you don't look a twat, it's all alright Janis: As you said, they're psychotic Janis: no doubt they'll see it Jimmy: if they had, they'd be in both our DMs Janis: or, they think you're cheating because with that last-minute cancellation they're already suspicious and they're keeping it in their back pocket to use as and when they see fit Janis: if you think you can think like such a normal girl like your gf so clearly is then you've forgotten what you're up against Jimmy: I ain't up against nowt 'cause they'd need more than a picture I'm barely in and they ain't gonna get it Janis: make sure they don't then Jimmy: I just said as much Janis: then we're done here Janis: checking you understand Jimmy: I don't work for you, my dear Jimmy: rich girl or nah you don't need to talk to me like staff Janis: that's what this is, it's business Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: we're mates when it suits you Janis: and not when it comes to the deal Janis: that has nothing to do with any of it Jimmy: You're such a massive dickhead Janis: Yeah, well so are you Jimmy: don't lump me in with you Jimmy: I ain't being rude like that Janis: Right, you're such a nice person and I'm just the worst Janis: fine, I don't care Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You're being so Janis: what Jimmy: Leave it out Jimmy: it's just bollocks Janis: yeah, like I said Janis: conversation over Jimmy: fuck's sake Janis: that's literally what you wanted Jimmy: How is it? Janis: 'cept I guess you did want me to come over and fuck you when you were done Janis: which is fucked Jimmy: You know what, this chat is over 'cause I'm fucked if I know what to say to that Janis: what part of that is not exactly what happened though Jimmy: any of it Janis: then we remember it very differently Jimmy: I got that Janis: well you're right, I can't be bothered to sit here and listen to how I'm wrong Jimmy: fuck off then Jimmy: suits me Janis: yeah, no shit Jimmy: stop going on at me Janis: I'll say what I like Jimmy: You can't be bothered to listen and you're chatting shit Janis: Listen to what? Jimmy: owt I'm saying Janis: I've heard everything you've had to say Jimmy: so just do one Jimmy: I ain't them, not gonna keep this bollocks going for the #drama Janis: fuck off telling me what to do and do it yourself Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: come and talk to me when you've sorted your head out and stopped being a fucking nightmare Janis: and I can't drop it? Janis: Piss off Jimmy: It ain't me who wants to Janis: yeah you wanna have a go Janis: fuck that Janis: I've done nothing wrong Jimmy: It ain't down to me that that's the only way you wanna chat Janis: I don't wanna hear about your date Janis: that ain't the kinda mate I am Jimmy: It's not and I weren't trying to 🗨 about it either way Janis: you can't just not mention it Janis: yeah, what you been up to, like Jimmy: I did mention it, I'm trying to get my homework done, case closed Janis: Great talk, babe Jimmy: make your mind up Janis: if it gets you to see how we've got fuck all to talk about faster Jimmy: but I just wanna fuck, yeah? So what would I wanna talk to you for? Jimmy: get your story sorted and come back Janis: exactly Janis: you don't need to try as much Janis: 😎🚬 right? Jimmy: 👌 Janis: Dickhead Jimmy: You're the dickhead Janis: This is literally your fault Jimmy: I ain't done nowt except get the day of the week wrong Janis: s'all you had to fucking get right Jimmy: I said sorry Jimmy: And I said I'll think of something else to win 'em over with Jimmy: what else do you want? Janis: Let me be pissed off Jimmy: I ain't stopping you Janis: yes you are Janis: if you're gonna be a twat then be a twat Janis: don't come back trying to fix it Jimmy: Alright Janis: okay? Janis: good Jimmy: night then Janis: bye Jimmy: [should we do a skip here?] Janis: [probably lol, she won't start it again at this point unless he does] Jimmy: [he's likewise a stubborn bitch so should probably reconvene at community service lol] Janis: [good idea] Jimmy: [god knows how this convo gonna start up again, like probably with his idea for the flat whites but I don't have one] Janis: [my boo say hmm] Jimmy: [if we're saying the festival let's say he sends her deets for it] Janis: ? Janis: did you send that to the wrong person Jimmy: I have gotta send it to the rest of 'em but only if you say yeah Janis: What? Jimmy: it's the 🥇💡 I promised to deliver Jimmy: 💌✔ Jimmy: Keep up Janis: Oh Janis: Yeah, they'd probably be about that Janis: rich girls love slumming it Jimmy: You in then? Janis: Both days? Jimmy: Up to you that Janis: It'd be less of a #moment if you didn't offer the camping so, if we're gonna Jimmy: 👍 Janis: let 'em know then Janis: dig out the wellies Jimmy: [sends her screenshots of their hilarious responses] Janis: Oh, Christ Janis: at least there's plenty of 🕛 to fuck them over and make this torture worth it Jimmy: like I said 🥇💡 Janis: alright, not the worst you've ever had Janis: am gonna have to dig out a tent though Jimmy: can't help you there Jimmy: got a sleeping bag but nowt else Janis: I'll make it a 2-man and you'll have to deal Janis: not sharing with any of them Jimmy: I'll live Janis: so chuffed Jimmy: chuffed to hear it Janis: 🙄😏 Jimmy: 🚬? Janis: alright Janis: [comes over like tah but doesn't say anything] Jimmy: [we know the drill he's gonna light it for her because does it without thinking at this point] Janis: [the awkward lingering on an exchange] Jimmy: [we're all just dying] Janis: [ahh the unspoken tension] Jimmy: [5ever a thing] Janis: [but esp. now] Jimmy: [god bless] Janis: [when you wanna break but can't think of anything worth breaking over so you must resist] Jimmy: [when silence comes too naturally for you and you think you're shit with words anyway so you just leave it] Janis: [ahh the joys, debating if to rush the cigarette to escape or drag it out so you at least have an excuse to be near each other] Jimmy: [we all know he'll shamelessly light another one cos that bitch, boy you seriously will never heal] Janis: [you gotta walk off girl] Jimmy: [gotta watch her go] Janis: how we getting there? Jimmy: Mia's broomstick? Janis: doubt it's got the weight capacity Janis: I'll float it, see who's parents will, I guess Jimmy: sure her daddy would 💕 to Janis: 'course Janis: but be a bit obvious if he asks to take me Janis: gonna need 2 cars and I doubt I'm making it into Mia's carriage, like Jimmy: her mum can drive the other one, make it a family reunion Janis: still a romantic Janis: his DMs shoulda shook that out of you Jimmy: I work in retail, unshakeable me Jimmy: 👀 and 👂 worse Janis: better give 💀👑 some coping tips whilst we're there then Janis: she's not okay 💔 Jimmy: 🎻🎻😭🖤🩸 Janis: Yeah, really bring that sincerity Jimmy: obvs Janis: is it though Jimmy: she ain't gonna give me any 🏆 and I wouldn't take 'em off her if she tried Jimmy: 💔 I know Janis: s'weird Jimmy: nowt about her ain't Jimmy: not news that Janis: I mean how little she tries to flirt with you to piss me off Janis: definitely thought that'd be her main strategy Jimmy: 🤢🤢 shut up Janis: Fair, how could you compete with Daddy? Janis: 😍 only man for her Jimmy: he is well fit Janis: I'm sure we'd all commit incest for him Jimmy: bit young for me but I'd still have a crack, only human, like Janis: duh Janis: sure she has a granddad you can ask after Jimmy: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 Janis: more excited about this weekend by the second, aren't ya Jimmy: duh Jimmy: [coughs dramatically IRL but it's not fake he's just a mess who ain't looking after himself] Jimmy: might 💀💀💀 me Janis: sounds it Janis: not very cute, is it, babes Jimmy: her granddad might be about it, you don't know Jimmy: 🤞❤ Janis: I doubt he's into old blokes as well Jimmy: tah for pissing on my hopes and dreams Janis: just saying 💁 Janis: old people like to avoid thinking about their imminent 💀💀💀 Janis: not be reminded of it when you cough up a lung Jimmy: I were one, don't need telling Jimmy: 🤞 it does come out and I can chuck a more 🥇💪 one in Janis: yeah but you're one of a kind, so you like to remind me Janis: well I draw the line at organ donation so off you fuck Jimmy: might've been wrong at least once, again you don't know Jimmy: and I weren't asking for yours Jimmy: seen you 🚬 they'd be crap Janis: I know of plenty of times you've been wrong, if you really want the reminder, granddad Janis: you aren't in a position to be fussy, fuck you Jimmy: Bollocks do you Jimmy: and I can do what I like Janis: Psh Janis: sure can, long as it ain't too taxing on your lungs, eh Jimmy: funny Janis: don't need telling Jimmy: 'course you don't, bighead Jimmy: might have been trying to convince myself to 😂 Jimmy: you know so I don't 😭 Janis: not all that bad Jimmy: what's not? Janis: dunno Janis: was offering platitude Jimmy: 👍 Janis: I get it Janis: tats didn't text you back, yeah? Jimmy: he's yesterday's news, got a new girlfriend now, don't I? Jimmy: [let's say she checked he was alright when he coughed cos would've hurt and would make it awks haha] Janis: 👍 Jimmy: bringing that sincerity yourself, Jasmine Jimmy: well impressed Janis: what do you want? Jimmy: Why would I want owt? Janis: then don't comment Jimmy: you'd have to post something first Janis: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Jimmy: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 Janis: thrilling as this all is Jimmy: yeah, go on Jimmy: off you fuck Janis: don't be rude Jimmy: don't hang about when you were about to do one just 'cause I said 👋 Janis: you're that type, alright Jimmy: call me what you like, babe Janis: no wonder you fit right in Janis: get a bird and you got no time for your mates Jimmy: I ain't got no mates, get it right Janis: is it any wonder Jimmy: that I don't want any? Jimmy: nah not living round here it's not Janis: people are cunts wherever you go Jimmy: ☀ today, you Jimmy: Tah for that Janis: We ain't friends Janis: try being less of a cunt and see what you get back from people, there's the silver-lining for you Jimmy: You're alright Jimmy: [another dramatic coughing interlude] Janis: For God's sake Janis: go see a doctor Jimmy: You ain't my step mum yet Janis: you're doing my head in Jimmy: mutual that Janis: you can ignore me Janis: you're making a right performance out of this Jimmy: It's all for Bill's 👻 soz Janis: 'course it is Jimmy: got his 💰 on when it'll turn proper 💀💀💀 scene Janis: if you need to resort to winning sympathy already I'm glad I didn't give you no more than the 👍 Jimmy: there you go again, so funny you Janis: it's not funny Jimmy: my broken rib or how much it's doing your head in? either way 💔🎻 Janis: any of it Janis: [leaves the room/area they're in] Jimmy: [obvs gotta follow her even if he gets in trouble for doing it because priorities] Janis: [looking back like 'Jimmy, do not follow me right now'] Jimmy: [does though cos that bitch] Janis: ['I can't even push you so don't'] Jimmy: ['can do, got loads of other ribs to bust'] Janis: [a face like don't even joke] Jimmy: [a face like I'm not] Janis: [shakes head like that's a fucked up thing to say 'I don't wanna hurt you so leave me alone'] Jimmy: [shrugs 'I don't wanna leave you here'] Janis: ['I'm fine' absolutely not but you know] Jimmy: [shakes his head like that's the utter bollocks we know it is and sits] Janis: ['I'm just gonna go, I don't care' looking at the door like do I or nah] Jimmy: [gets up and stands in front of said door so she'd have to move him] Janis: [folding her arms like ugh really, but not making any eye contact right now] Jimmy: [just chilling in front of that door like it's so casual 'if you get in more trouble, I'll never see you'] Janis: ['I don't think they'll put me in prison for missing an afternoon' ah the #bants Jimmy: ['weren't what I said'] Janis: ['I know' pacing casually but not at all casually lol 'you aren't seeing me now so' shrugs] Jimmy: ['I wanna though'] Janis: [the grumpiest lil sad face that you try and make purely grumpy like you're #overit 'clearly not'] Jimmy: [comes over to her so he's right in that grumpy face 'I said, I want to'] Janis: [when you blurt out 'I won't kiss you if you're kissing her' like he did not ask but you're just like #triggered by how bad you clearly wanna when he's that close so then you had to hide under your hair] Jimmy: [very gently unfolds her arms and wraps his around her instead 'I'm not kissing anyone, dickhead' but saying dickhead like it's the biggest term of endearment ever rn] Janis: [we peeping like hmm? 'you wanna though'] Jimmy: ['I wanna kiss you, yeah' just moving her hair out of her face but not doing anything else because you think she doesn't want you to] Janis: [just slightly deer in the headlights whilst you process all this 'cos you don't wanna say anything else stupid/give yourself away harder 'promise?' and actual eye contact again] Jimmy: [looking at her like I PROMISE and we need the caps] Janis: [writes 'promise?' on his arm like tell me though please] Jimmy: [writes it on her without the ? cos he do] Janis: [SUCH a kiss moment bye] Jimmy: [picking her up slightly even though he's not meant to cos we're just in this moment] Janis: [when that does stop you and you put a hand to his ribs like 'I'm sorry'] Jimmy: [shakes his head like it's okay/I'm okay even though not strictly true] Janis: ['I was a dick though, it must be so annoying, waiting for it to heal'] Jimmy: [shrugs because he was a dick too and yeah it's annoying but there's nothing he can do, even though you could take better care of yourself boy we know it] Janis: [just rubbing it almost absentmindedly whilst you snuggle] Jimmy: [having a lovely soft snuggle moment] Janis: ['I missed you'] Jimmy: ['I missed you too'] Janis: [dramatic sigh but actual because this is all such a headfuck always] Jimmy: [just looking at her because heard it obvs they are so close rn and drawing a ? on her skin but I like to think it's somewhere like on her stomach or whatever so he's had to seek it out, maybe her own rib for that parallel] Janis: [breathing in like oh 'cos missed all of this 'I just- I don't-' pausing 'I like it better when we're friends'] Jimmy: ['we don't have to go back yet' because you think that's what she means and then a genuine smile when she says that because #same] Janis: [smiling back] Jimmy: [drawing a ☀ with a smiley face because your hand is still there from before so you might as well] Janis: ['you're cute' 'cos he is and kissing him again] Jimmy: ['you're-' and kissing her more so you don't have to finish that dangerous sentence] Janis: [get a bathroom or something you two] Jimmy: [honestly where even are you #rascals] Janis: [have some alone time either way, not gonna make you get back to work like that, so rude] Jimmy: [we're not that evil] Janis: [only sometimes] Jimmy: [an appropriate amount of evil] Janis: [soz to you community service girl 'cept I'm not at all really] Jimmy: [me either] Janis: [you could tell they came together i 👀 you] Jimmy: [and like even if she only has his 📷 IG there would still be loads of pics of her on there cos muse] Janis: [hussy lmao] Jimmy: [you're as blatant as the lads flirting with Janis] Janis: [giving you no more credit than them lady] Jimmy: [the balls to ask him on a date in the future when you KNOW] Janis: [you been knew] Janis: [shall we go back in or just skip to fest planning/pre vibes?] Jimmy: [I don't mind doing them going back if we can find shit to say because all the #content lol] Janis: [lol same, see what it do, just come out from whatever cupboard/bathroom/secret place you been then, so 😒 about it] Jimmy: [would they get in any trouble do you think? I don't know what the craic is at all #grandma] Janis: [right, so I basically think it's case by case because they could send you to an old people's home and barely check in on you so if the manager of wherever you are is lax then you'd get away with doing the minimum as long as they logged your hours, secondly, I think one thing they should do would be to 'fix' the damage at the school (so the school gets it done for free) but that should just be them and anyone else who got nabbed at the party, so I think when they're there whoever is overseeing would be more extra but maybe here you can get away with a bit more LONG ASS WAY OF SAYING I DON'T THINK THEY NEED TO lmao] Jimmy: [100% agree with that cos then we can do some shit with that too which'll be a different vibe cos like you said more supervised] Janis: [which is a drag but then this girl ain't there so you're shamelessly more happy with that lol] Jimmy: [yeah cos it might literally have just been them who got community service cos their party and they were shamelessly owning it] Janis: [exactly, maybe it's them and some professionals that the school made their 'rents pay for, hence they're more mad about the whole shebang] Jimmy: [Love that, Ian would be so fuming] Janis: [we know, bastard] Jimmy: [Anyway I'll do something to start this chat again lol] Jimmy: 👍? Janis: [does it IRL] Janis: all good Janis: you? Jimmy: [a half smile that's genuine af but we too 😎 to go too hard in case anyone else be 👀] Janis: [is 😍] Janis: 😏 alright, don't make me swoon onto concrete, like Jimmy: I get it, you don't want a #matching broken bone Jimmy: won't call you a part timer for it or owt Janis: just heavily imply it, yeah Janis: If I have to, rather it's for something 😎 tah Jimmy: Bill's 👻 is gonna be 💔 to overhear that Jimmy: What's 😎 than 💕😍? Janis: I'll 🖋 you both a list 💕 Janis: rather you'd broke something 'fore we came back in, wouldn't be mad about that Jimmy: We'll 🖋 you a sonnet, obvs Jimmy: sorta a one trick 🐴 him Jimmy: That's what we're gonna be doing tonight then? Jimmy: once the 🖋 runs out, like Janis: you're just SO arty, babe, can't be tamed by one medium Janis: once you've given yourself the tattoo, definitely Janis: pain for pain, like Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt baby Jimmy: Where do you want me to put it? Janis: you know that, don't do yourself down Janis: OHH you mean the 💘 Janis: can't ask you to ruin your face, neck tats have obviously been tainted, hmm 🤔 Jimmy: you can ask me for owt, you know that Janis: well, don't tell me that Jimmy: just did do Janis: I know Janis: but we only just came back in Jimmy: That's alright, loads we can still do Jimmy: never not got my 🖋 on me, for a start Janis: 'course Janis: 'til we decide where to put it permanently then Janis: [comes over and is looking expectantly like where's the pen then] Jimmy: [mimes taking it from behind her ear cos he's a NERD and then writes the beginning of a poem that just thought up cos #sonnet was promised on her skin with a fingertip, god knows how many words she'd be able to make out cos it's not easy lol] Janis: [cute ass concentration face trying to make it out 'cos you care what he gotta say but just loving how it feels most of all tbh, lifting his sleeve to give him a classic bicep tattoo moment with her fingertip that says 'talented' like 😏] Jimmy: [so 😍 and then trying not to 😳 when you work out what she's written cos always shy about it we know] Janis: [the lads are fully gonna be wheyying at this like the immature boys they is] Jimmy: [such fun I hope that girl has gone for a pee or a 🚬 because if you saw this you literally can't ask him out bitch] Janis: [that's what I'm saying, shameless, they came into this well 😍 even if there has been moments since, rude] Jimmy: [hate her] Janis: [you ain't the only one, but we not thinking about you rn thank you] Jimmy: [😒 at this annoying lads though] Janis: [honestly, you gotta ignore 'em as much as poss. though 'cos they'd just start shit for fun, we know the vibes] Jimmy: [went to school with so many lads like that] Janis: [hard same, you gotta hold your own or they'll bully you but don't rise to it either 'cos that's even funnier] Jimmy: [mhmm] Janis: [you gotta go back to work though lads, calm down] Jimmy: [but also don't ever cos we love it] Janis: [all the #bants probably alerted whoever was meant to be supervising you though, so at least you can be so #starcrossed about it still] Janis: do you have to be so distracting Jimmy: Do you? Jimmy: If you have to then I obvs do an' all Jimmy: that competitive, me Janis: What a coincidence, me too Janis: guess we'll have to deal with it Jimmy: Take our 🏆🏆 and run? Janis: Worked the first time Jimmy: alright Jimmy: take your headstart then Janis: With your lungs? Janis: you need a good 10 on me Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: could beat you if I had the one Janis: Oh sweetie Jimmy: less 🗨 more 🏃 my dear Janis: waiting to watch you go, baby 😘 Jimmy: cute Jimmy: Where are we going in a bit? Janis: Where do you wanna go? Janis: shop for your festival ootd? Janis: get a wax and tan? Jimmy: obvs Jimmy: but where do you wanna go? Janis: that's the real question Janis: could go pub, save your da's stash for a night Jimmy: we are gonna need it to sort this festival bollocks out Jimmy: [does the gun mime shooting her then himself] Janis: we can make it fun Janis: you piss on their tent when you're wasted Janis: I'll drop their shit in the mud by 'accident' Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: easy Janis: can get on stage end of last night for the suicide pact Janis: gotta make a final scene of it all Jimmy: Bill's gonna be well proud Jimmy: 🥇💡 baby Janis: what kind of leading lady? 💪🏆 Jimmy: You're alright Janis: At least Bill's proud of me Janis: ultimate Daddy Jimmy: What you starting a 👻🥊 for? Janis: Drama, darling Janis: love it, me Jimmy: You're meant to have me in on it not use it against me, girl Jimmy: bit rude Janis: Babe, you'll win so easy Janis: he wears tights, jussayin' Jimmy: might get distracted then Jimmy: 😍😍 Janis: 😂😂 Janis: idk how old he was when he died but technically hundreds of years old now, so Jimmy: 52 Janis: Your nerd is showing Jimmy: *😎 Janis: Sure, baby Janis: 'bout to break that bone rn Jimmy: [throws something at her as standard] Janis: Oi Janis: [throwing something back, of course] Jimmy: [playful nudge because we probably can't have a full play fight rn but] Janis: is it prison rules Janis: or can we ask what the rest are in for Jimmy: have a go Jimmy: you'll soon find out Janis: dick Janis: want me to get shiv'd, that's so mean 🥺 Jimmy: Baby Jimmy: I'll obvs dive dramatically in the way of it Jimmy: 💀💀💀 for you any time Janis: it's not a bullet and I ain't sure I trust your reflexes but if you fuck it up you'll have to cradle me in your arms 'fore you get to off yourself Janis: Bill will like that Jimmy: me an' all Jimmy: 💕 Janis: be well bloody Janis: so hot, so welcome Janis: 💕 Jimmy: brb need a bit to calm down now before I can do owt Janis: solid excuse Janis: don't actually be fuckiing off without me though Janis: the rudest Jimmy: don't sound like nowt I would do Janis: You're alright Janis: can think of more times you've invited me than not so let you have it Jimmy: Tah very much Janis: thank me later and get the first round in Janis: then I'll know you mean it 😍 Jimmy: Alright Janis: just don't come for my generous 👑 Jimmy: it were mine first, I let you borrow it 'cause I'm that generous, but I'll have it back Janis: you're such a revisionist Jimmy: Oi, I ain't done revision a day in my life Jimmy: you 🤓 Janis: Go write your 👻🖋 biography, loser 😜 Jimmy: [writes an extra post so they can flirt on socials instead cos been a while] Janis: [it has and you need to get this lovey-dovey out your system or you're gonna say more than you should in a serious way rn lol] Jimmy: [that's the hottest tea] Janis: [like it is so soon but not yet bitches] Jimmy: [you gotta let us 🥛 it a bit please lads] Janis: [this is still moving at an extra rate like it's fine, you're still highkey] Jimmy: [school ain't even started back yet so yeah it is] Janis: [we all been knew but shh, pretend this is just sex like how remotely Jimmy: [in what world, we all see you being soft as] Janis: [Jimothy is too soft to do any less] Jimmy: [he is the anti-Mia he can never just hook up] Janis: [god bless, like you have but it was terrible so we don't wanna do that again fast] Jimmy: [I love my soft son] Janis: [we all do] Jimmy: [except Mia who never flirts with him] Janis: [because she loves her dad, she lowkey never flirts just gets boys like come on when it suits her purpose] Jimmy: [what a horrible thought] Janis: [isn't it just, like you consented so it fine but poor Pablo, not a mood not a moment, as much as any of your hookups are, I'm sure] Jimmy: [He's far too hot for her, as is Harold, not about it thank you] Janis: [lads like that don't have standards, like not gonna date you but will fuck you if you're offering] Jimmy: [we all know the type] Janis: [and that is not this cute egg] Jimmy: [they being adorable af rn on socials so deal with that Mia] Janis: [get ready for this festival experience ladies] Jimmy: [Grace would be 1000% trying to get out of going because she does not do camping honey] Janis: [they're all going to be such stereotypes, like being way overdressed, ending up in the med tent 'cos one of you faints or eats shit in the crowd, one of 'em getting schwasted and totally lost] Jimmy: [1000% having all of that happen] Jimmy: [one of them should also hook up with a lad who's with all his mates that they then can't get rid of cos always a thing like fuck off out of our tent please] Janis: [like on some girls then she's checking which one she hooked up with like is it the cute one or nah lol] Jimmy: [I'm gutted they took that iplayer cos I don't remember that but yes] Janis: [awh no, they like work the t-shirt stand for some reason for someone to get funds and they keep calling Viva boring so then she gets really high and they have to put her to bed and Holly gets off with one of the boys...they're all dressed like where's wally or something equally as bants] Jimmy: [I do remember them calling her boring now you've said it] Janis: [ahh, I liked that show] Jimmy: [same though and a rewatch would be #inspo if we can find it Janis: [how stupid Amber was is Asia, and they all wanted to fuck her dad lmao okay I'll find it] Jimmy: [is there anything else we wanna do here or do we wanna do the pub maybe?] Janis: [we can pub it, they being cute, all is well, its the vibe] Jimmy: [yaaas] Janis: [plan this moment and have moments lads] Jimmy: [she's still wearing his clothes and I'm living] Janis: [@ community service girl, could they be more obvious, I know they both covered in lovebites too 'cos always] Jimmy: [such a fat mood] Janis: [when you gonna have to go home to get this tent and undoubtedly have a massive row with your parentals wutwut] Jimmy: [can always make him come with if we wanna make it more awkward] Janis: [lol we should, also get grace to vouch for you like she's been hanging out with me/I'm going to the festival, not that Janis would let 'em stop her but they'll have to try] Jimmy: [I'm down and then he can stay there for a change so Cass will be mad at him before they even go to the festival lol] Janis: [soz babe, she'll take him away less when she knows the tea more] Jimmy: [soz you can't come babe but it's not a cool one like you're imagining] Janis: [imagine how much she'd die laughing at the flat whites but also wanna smack 'em] Jimmy: [she 100% has to meet more of them than just Asia who's the only one she has at this point, I'll say she comes to the CG at some point before he gets fired] Janis: [simply must, we make Grace babysit at some point but she'll probably keep out of her way lol] Jimmy: [she'll her 'bf' by then potentially so probably I'm so glad they get back together when they're older] Janis: [n'awh, jyler forever honey] Jimmy: [anyway he's getting the first drink in as promised] Janis: 👍 lad Jimmy: 😘 Janis: never needed this more Jimmy: more where it came from Janis: cheers for explaining how pubs work to me 😏 Jimmy: my pleasure, rich girl Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: I meant I were good for more than the one round any road Janis: that a promise? Jimmy: Do you want it to be? Janis: What kind of question is that? Janis: Pisshead, according to yo Janis: u* Jimmy: Depends Jimmy: if 🍺 were what you meant Janis: I wasn't gonna order a cocktail Janis: don't reckon they do 'em beyond throwing all the spirits in and seeing what happens Janis: you're safe Jimmy: but you might be chatting shit about my stamina again Janis: that doesn't sound like something I'd do Janis: always hyping you up, mate Jimmy: 👌 Janis: you're more than welcome to prove your stamina to me any time you like though Janis: just generous like that 💁 Jimmy: [obvs does starting by pulling her chair closer to him and then her into his lap when she is like oh hey] Janis: ['oh' 'cos not expecting that but 😏 about it 'cos favourite, just looking back at him like hey yourself] Jimmy: [actually says hey like a little nerd] Janis: [lols, with him not at him, taking a sip of her 🍺 like this is well casual, 'alright?'] Jimmy: [you know her cute laugh kills him so we gotta kiss her neck so she can't be noticing that he's really 😍 'you?' because he knows what he's doing with that saucy behavior] Janis: [another 'oh!' but with feeling, honey, shifting forward so you're even closer in his lap 'you know, pretty good' 'cos love a challenge moment esp. when you shouldn't] Jimmy: [challenge forever accepted gal cos he wasn't going that hard from the off so it's easy to go harder without having to do anything more extra yet seeing as how you just got here] Janis: [just enjoying this far too much, running your fingers through his hair at the back of his head 'you missed me, yeah?'] Jimmy: [going in on whichever bit of her neck/that general area she likes him to the most as an answer because obviously] Janis: [going in on him 'cos it's mutual obviously] Jimmy: [we living our best lives before we've even had a drink how cute] Janis: [how you get anything done is impressive lads, literally so distracted] Jimmy: [there's nobody else around to annoy you be that other community service kids or the peeps in charge so you can just be extra to your heart's content as long as you don't get thrown out this pub before you're done] Janis: [I'm sure you've picked a place they've seen worse, rebhogs that you are] Jimmy: [so deliberately mhmm] Janis: [when you don't wanna be bothered or run into anyone you might know/knows you] Jimmy: [#relatable] Janis: [so into each other, at least you don't really need to plan plan for this festival moment, we know what we're doing] Jimmy: [Let Mia stress, you guys are fine] Janis: [we all know they're all gonna bring too much shit and it's gonna be the wrong shit and that's half the fun honey] Jimmy: [imagine how much the flat whites have been chatting to each other like !!! since he invited them lol] Janis: [casual frenzy like the prep time you have not been given, the horror, lmao] Jimmy: [trying to keep it chill in the chat JJ are in but Asia keeps writing the wrong things in the wrong chat cos she's dumb] Janis: [oh Asia, how shaming, just peak amusement] Jimmy: [Mia's ready to kill her lol] Janis: [when your squad embarrasses you constantly but you have to keep people around that you can manipulate and feel better than so 🤷] Jimmy: [Oh gals] Janis: [I can see the glitter lewks now] Jimmy: [I will genuinely see if I can do some Grace snaps or something cos I'm sorting my folders cos pinterest will likely actually have some basic shit for me] Janis: [you'll have a field-day, deffo should] Jimmy: [Obvs I'll try and do JJ shit too but that'll be harder as per] Janis: [I have some outsidey pics of her so we'll give it a shot] Jimmy: [they can't keep us down] Janis: [you two cannot be tamed in any way, as is apparent rn and how quickly this devolved, good thing we didn't invite the gals to plan lmao] Jimmy: [we should do a planning session with them even if like we do a group chat moment like when we did the school project lol cos you're not invited to the pub ever ladies] Janis: [lol we should it'd be tricky but funny] Jimmy: [Even if we just do a Grace and Janis convo or something to ref it like] Janis: [I don't mind trying, we probably have to agree on their personalities so I don't mess up the ones I do] Jimmy: [lbr they are all pretty much the same but yeah] Janis: [yeah I think I been knew tbh] Jimmy: [I've only got Grace and Asia so far so you can decide who you want lol] Janis: I'll take #2 and Tammy, who both need actual names lol, then whoever wants to be evil can be Mia too] Jimmy: [I think you should cos I'm just a soft hufflepuff baby] Janis: [hohaha lil babby, okay I can do it] Jimmy: [love you boo] Janis: [you wanna do it before we do the festivals? just finish up here] Jimmy: [I think so because 'planning' which is basically just them being annoying and JJ regretting this idea but if we want we could skip around and do some shit in the group chat too when they're actually there for the lols] Janis: [okay, I shall print this 'cos we know what's up here probably...unless we wanna skip to when they go get the tent and the cali row 'cos that would be awkwarrrrd] Jimmy: [oh yeah I do wanna do that because hilarious] Janis: [I'm like do we wanna make him leave and her 'stay' like she won't stay but just to get him out the door 'cos don't want him around them and this whole vibe] Jimmy: [that makes sense] Janis: [you might have to come at me then 'cos she's just silently seething and hiding now] Jimmy: [Alright, what are we saying the vibe was when he left, like how did they leave things?] Janis: [assumedly Cali were like come here please and trying to talk to her and then that devolved into a shouting match so then she probably just came in like soz you gotta go and if he was like come with she was like nah 'cos too angry so] Jimmy: [let's say it's later because 1. they blatantly had that 'argument' and both needed to calm down and 2. it'd take him ages to get home and then would have to deal with his own fam when he has] Jimmy: [okay so he sends her a selfie so she knows he made it home and didn't get lost] Janis: 👍 Janis: didn't get murdered by a roaming serial killer then Jimmy: still time Janis: only if he breaks in, less chance of that Jimmy: ain't 🔒 in yet Janis: living dangerously Janis: very 😎🚬 Jimmy: 😎🚬 is right Janis: neither me nor your faulty lung is shocked Janis: soz if you were tryna get me on the ground again Jimmy: 💔 Janis: have one for me Jimmy: gutted I can't make the 🚬☁ into a 💔 for you an' all though Janis: Same Janis: thought you were talented Jimmy: you said I were Jimmy: have to cross out the 🖋💘 on my 💪 now Janis: match my name, gotta keep it #aesthetic Jimmy: #ultimategoals Janis: tell you what's ultimate goals, if you're still on side Janis: 💀💀 my parents for me Janis: won't turn on you when we get caught or anything, I promise 🤞💕 Jimmy: 💕😍😘 Jimmy: got nowt else on, why the fuck not? Janis: great, knew I kept you 'round for something Janis: I mean, ILY babes Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: proper felt that Janis: nothing but sincerity for you, honey 💕 Jimmy: expect nowt else Janis: know what they say about expectations Jimmy: Go on Janis: I dunno Janis: something about disappointment Jimmy: Tah for that Jimmy: I'll tune my 🎻 Janis: never said I was Bill Jimmy: never a truer word, mate Jimmy: there's only the one Janis: yeah and you 💕 him so much 'cos you're such a 🤓 Janis: I know, I'm cool with it Jimmy: Alright, shut up Jimmy: like I said, nowt else on, might as well do my homework Jimmy: take advantage of the 👻 who never pisses off Janis: maybe you remind him of his boyfriend Janis: idk if he had just the one Jimmy: such a romantic, you Janis: be a good report, all I'm thinking, everyone would leave you well alone after that Jimmy: I'll crack on with that then Janis: remember, gotta make 'em love you 'fore that though, make parting with you the sweetest of sorrow Jimmy: Obvs Janis: soz, forgot you're such a pro Janis: you can approve their hundred of outfit options for me, if you want Jimmy: Do you want that kind of fake boyfriend? Jimmy: telling you what you wear Janis: I know, be well hypocritical of you to judge anyone's style Jimmy: Piss off Janis: that's where the line is drawn, yeah? Jimmy: what line? Janis: THE line Janis: you're fit and mysterious, you should know Jimmy: that's more of a 🚬☁ around me Jimmy: I can draw you being a dickhead if you want though Jimmy: 🥇 inspiration being offered Janis: charming Jimmy: yeah you are, that's what I'm saying Janis: know what you're saying Janis: not thick Jimmy: you want a 🏆? Janis: sure Janis: can piss in it on this trip instead of risking the portaloos Jimmy: always 🤔 you Jimmy: 🥇💡 Janis: got talents beyond being a dickhead believe it or not Jimmy: ain't convinced but alright Janis: well now you're just wanting a 🏆 of your own Janis: good luck Jimmy: might drink outta mine, long as we don't get 'em mixed up Jimmy: not a #kinkunlocked Janis: 🤢 Janis: you're disgusting, boy Jimmy: I just said I weren't into it Jimmy: make me protest any harder and it'll sound like I am Janis: an animal Janis: ugh Janis: I'M NOT GONNA PEE ON YOU STOP ASKING OMG Jimmy: 😏 won't bother saying please then Janis: ugh, like maybe for our month-a-versary but you CANNOT tell anyone Jimmy: If it don't go on stories what's the point? Janis: exhibitionism is more of a given than a #kinkunlocked Jimmy: DUH Jimmy: love a bit of 👀👂 me Jimmy: full spotlight or nowt, tah Janis: such a ⭐ Janis: I draw the line at 💩 FOR REALS though Jimmy: 💔 Janis: I know Janis: thank God it's all fake, right Jimmy: and near over Janis: 🙌 Jimmy: but I don't reckon me 🤢 on my homework'll fly as a decent excuse so stop being bloody grim please Janis: you that loves it, not me Janis: I'm just doing whatever you want to be the best gf ever, what is more relatable to the doormats Jimmy: we ain't doing relatable we're doing #aspirational babes Jimmy: I'm probably meant to be your doormat Janis: Mia would be about that, deffo Janis: not sure on the rest, their dominatrix vibe is not that strong Jimmy: There you go then Jimmy: she's 👑 its her opinion that matters Janis: don't tell her that Janis: o out on the spot Jimmy: 🤢🤢🤢 Janis: mhmm Janis: had enough shit today without that smugness being thrown my way Jimmy: now that's #relatable Janis: voice of the people, me Jimmy: take your 🏆 Jimmy: can give her a smack with it when we get there Janis: hot Janis: use her blood for my motd Jimmy: I've got talents that don't begin and end with being a dickhead an' all Janis: I know, I've told you Janis: not rude like you Jimmy: you have your moments Janis: tah for the glowing review Janis: can I quote you? Jimmy: Where's the quote going? Janis: CV Janis: tell my 'rents, like Jimmy: I'll give you a better one then Janis: well don't lie Jimmy: Don't sound like me that Janis: only sometimes Jimmy: [writes her a silly and funny fake CV with little doodles and everything cos he's a BIG nerd] Janis: 😂 Janis: that's so Janis: definitely get me a job at CG Jimmy: were my plan all along Jimmy: take my job and I'll 👻 Janis: I'm alright with that Jimmy: Let's go then Jimmy: ready to walk through a wall right about now, me Janis: you know who's on shift or Jimmy: Don't have my 🖤 set on going there or owt Jimmy: just going Janis: where Janis: or is that an official 👻 secret Jimmy: Do I need a where? Janis: nah Janis: just nosy Jimmy: so you coming or what? Janis: I'm still in the same mood, you know Jimmy: weren't what I asked Janis: you finished your homework? Jimmy: that a dealbreaker? Janis: only fuck with 🤓s Jimmy: Alright, I won't tell you I was lying about doing owt Janis: s'alright, not been doing fuck all myself Jimmy: marding counts when you do it well as you Janis: fuck off Jimmy: just take the compliment Janis: it ain't a compliment Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt baby Jimmy: course it is Janis: you don't know, they're fucking nightmares Jimmy: I weren't offering them a 🏆 Jimmy: just you Janis: call me a 🙀 all you wanna but ain't in the mood for bullshit and pisstaking rn Jimmy: what are you in the mood for? Jimmy: Let's do that Janis: alright Janis: meet me here [gym location] in about fucking forever 'cos I've got to bus it there Jimmy: I'll take his car if you want, he's a fucking nightmare an' all Janis: as good as the mems in there are Janis: don't worry Jimmy: Alright Janis: I do have the tent to drop off at yours though Jimmy: if he keeps doing my head in, I'll want it Janis: What's today's 😡🤬 Mr. T? Jimmy: @ him Janis: you say you don't want me to be your step-mum Janis: always tryna hook us up though 👀🙄 Jimmy: nowt personal I just don't wanna 🗨 to him Janis: #relatable Jimmy: #fated Jimmy: me and you Janis: someone should write our story into like Janis: a play Janis: 😍😍😍 Jimmy: I'll crack on with while I'm waiting for your bus to bring you in Janis: you'll wait for me? Janis: baby Jimmy: You reckon I can find [location] on my own? Jimmy: need you to hold my hand Janis: shh don't make it #ungoals Jimmy: 🤐 Janis: more like it Jimmy: 💕 Janis: can we fake one thing for real? Jimmy: What? Janis: pretend you never heard any of that back there, yeah? Janis: Sadly 'pretend I don't have a family' is just too unrealistic 😕 Jimmy: can't hear fuck all, me Jimmy: that your plan back then, were it? Janis: obviously Janis: you'd already had to hear enough from my sister, trying to do you a favour Jimmy: ✔ job done Janis: 👍 Janis: cheers then Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [sends her a selfie of him already waiting at where the bus drops her like a little 🐕 cos wanted to leave his gaff] Janis: well that's just rude Janis: you aren't allowed to look that good when I'm not there to do something about it Jimmy: I told you before there's loads we can do Jimmy: just get your 🖋 Janis: I should've left with you Janis: you can have that in writing Jimmy: you can come back with me in a bit Janis: that's the only rule, isn't it Jimmy: I said what I said Janis: are you sure Jimmy: if you don't wanna, say that Janis: not what I said Janis: or wanna Jimmy: sorted then Janis: this time, you're not going to leave before I can make you feel good Jimmy: that's why I don't need asking if I'm sure Janis: you won't regret it Jimmy: I don't Janis: Me either Jimmy: good Janis: [sends him a pouty selfie from the bus like get me outta here now] Jimmy: Oi Jimmy: Stop trying to 💀💀💀 me, I get a kiss first, ask Bill he'll tell you Janis: [cheeky video blowing him a kiss like there you go] Janis: if you and Bill can wait though, you'll get more Jimmy: Bill can do one, I got here ages ago Janis: 😏 Janis: alright, just for you Jimmy: and you Janis: me and you then Jimmy: [sends her a little video of him doing a smoke ring heart cos there are ways you can actually do it who knew and I like to think he's using his time wisely to figure out how] Janis: you're so hot it hurts though Janis: actually indecent Jimmy: That's you Janis: I want you so bad right now Jimmy: I don't want it to hurt though Janis: I don't mind Janis: I like it Jimmy: you're just Janis: tell me Jimmy: you're so fucking Jimmy: worth being stuck here for Janis: damn Janis: that was Jimmy: Everything's shit and I don't care 'cause there's barely room for owt but you in my head anyway Janis: I just wanna be with you all the time Janis: that's how much I think about you anyway Jimmy: be here when you want Jimmy: I've already chucked the rule out Janis: tempting Jimmy: that's you an' all Janis: where'd you learn to say all the right things, like Jimmy: You're my muse, have a word with yourself Janis: Imagine if we'd never done this Janis: for real, no fake shit Jimmy: I don't wanna imagine that, tah Janis: Me either Janis: you were always good but you're a lot better when you're being you Jimmy: I said stop trying to 💀💀💀 me, didn't I? Janis: I'm sorry, just can't stop thinking about how much I regret not leaving with you Janis: which then makes me think about all the other things I regret about you Janis: like not fucking you for real a lot, lot sooner Jimmy: I get it, I do Janis: You better Jimmy: come on, you know there's shit even I can't fake Jimmy: no lad's that oscar worthy Janis: Good Janis: I'm sick of fake Jimmy: If you need me to show you again that it's not, you'll be able to feel it, no challenge Janis: there's no limit on how many times you can show me, is there Janis: bears repeating again and again, I reckon Jimmy: only limit's how much you can take so you tell me, girl Janis: Jesus Janis: Jimmy Jimmy: You can't be saying my name like that Jimmy: you'll get struck down by the other one Janis: I can't say it out loud right now Janis: but if that's how I go, not mad about it Jimmy: you're going nowhere but here yet Janis: oh Jimmy: How can I can get you to say it? Janis: say what Jimmy: you said you can't say my name out loud right now, thing is, I wanna hear it Janis: well Janis: maybe I could be convinced Jimmy: [🔥 sext of course because now is a good time] Janis: It hits different when you mean it Jimmy: not what I'm waiting to 👂 but I'll take it Janis: I can't give you what you want that easy Jimmy: Why? Janis: wouldn't be very 🥇 would it Jimmy: if I give you what you want an' all, what can be more 🥇 than that? Janis: but Janis: no, okay Janis: [that 🔥 audio] Jimmy: fuck Janis: yeah Janis: your fault Jimmy: if an apology is what you're after I'll give it my best 'cause I said owt you want but Janis: you know what I really want though Janis: or do I have to try harder Jimmy: you don't have to try Janis: I will though Jimmy: I know Janis: Good Jimmy: What I still dunno is how you're so Janis: You just Janis: make me want you Jimmy: there's nowt you could do to make me want you more than I do Jimmy: other than be here Janis: fuck this fucking bus Janis: I swear, next time I have to be on it you will be too and we'll make the most of just how long it takes Jimmy: got that in writing Janis: I'll write it all over you if you like Jimmy: 🤞? Janis: only if it inspires some great work of art from you too, obviously Jimmy: Alright Janis: 🤞 it won't feel like work Jimmy: never does Janis: I'll take that as a glowing review, yeah 😏 Jimmy: can do Jimmy: but I'll do better if that's what you want Janis: Fuck words Janis: I'm bad at 'em Janis: you'll show me Jimmy: You'll find the right words then Janis: 'cos I don't have to think then Janis: or stop myself Jimmy: there's no need to now Janis: 'course there is Jimmy: course there ain't Janis: you can't get me to make a dickhead of myself that easy Jimmy: weren't part of my plan Janis: what is the plan? Jimmy: you brought me here, don't you have your own? Janis: oh yeah Janis: I'd forgotten about that Jimmy: I get it, there's some other shit you'd rather do first since you said Janis: pretty much Janis: who knew there are ways to work out your frustration that aren't punching things? Jimmy: I could've told you but I'd be risking a smack Janis: not without the pads on Janis: not fucked off with you Jimmy: you were a bit ago Janis: come on Jimmy: What? Janis: you were just there Jimmy: yeah Janis: you don't want me to say the s word do you Jimmy: Why would I? Janis: dunno Jimmy: fuck words, weren't that what you just said? Jimmy: I don't need that one Janis: good Janis: weren't gonna say it but still want you to be there when I get there so Jimmy: not making it that easy for you to get rid Janis: don't Janis: I wanna keep you Janis: around Jimmy: you can't give it out like you're shit at words and then put them ones together for me Janis: something about you, makes me wish I was good Jimmy: You're good Janis: nah Jimmy: you heard me, I reckon you're good Janis: you Jimmy: you Janis: am I gonna have to say your name again to get you speechless or what Jimmy: Dunno the answer to that until you do, do I? Janis: [sends audio saying his name all sexy but then tells him to 'shut the fuck up' deadpan for the lols] Jimmy: 👏 still on track for that oscar, babe Janis: I don't wanna be fake Jimmy: well, I don't believe you want me to shut up, so it's alright Janis: tell me something then Janis: truth for a truth Janis: but don't tell me you wanna fuck my sister 'cos I don't wanna hear it Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: What do you wanna hear then? Janis: that's all you've got to friggin' say, is it Janis: literally anything that's real, I don't care Jimmy: got loads to say, me Jimmy: known for it ain't I? Janis: go on Jimmy: put me on the spot a bit but alright Janis: you just need to make me feel not like a twat for the overshare Jimmy: this shouldn't be fake, nowt about that's an overshare Jimmy: you don't have to feel like a twat for saying what we both know Janis: I meant what I said about keeping you around Jimmy: and I meant when I said you're worth sticking around for Janis: yeah Janis: you did say that Janis: ignore me Janis: my head is fucked Jimmy: I can't ignore you, that's true if you still want something that is Janis: I can say sorry for that then Jimmy: don't though Janis: my family are insane, and everyone chats shit on me constantly, most of all Mia and co who you now know are literally psycho Janis: I'd have to really hate you to wanna put any of that on you Jimmy: Go on and hate me then Janis: you want me to? Jimmy: is it gonna mean we're in this together? Jimmy: 'cause there's nowt you just said that near enough don't apply to me an' all but I'm still sitting here and you said you wanted me to be Jimmy: things are alright how they are Jimmy: aren't they? Janis: I do, I wanna see you Janis: it's alright for me Janis: good Jimmy: so leave the sorry's out Janis: I'll never say sorry to you again Janis: how's that Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 👌 Jimmy: Alright Janis: I'll say I hate you if it's a #kinkunlocked but I won't mean it Janis: soz 💁 Jimmy: can't let you even if it is Jimmy: you don't wanna be fake, I heard you Janis: next time Jimmy: you're gonna change your mind? Janis: next time it can be your choice Janis: fake as you like Jimmy: what makes you reckon I'll pick different to you? Janis: you implied you want me to say it Jimmy: Nah, I said I can handle all the bollocks you listed off Jimmy: 💪🏆 me Janis: have plenty chance to show me in a sec Janis: 🥊 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: Are you actually nearly here or what? Janis: Yeah Janis: 5 minutes Jimmy: ⏲ Janis: can't count it as my personal best Janis: bus driver slowing me down Jimmy: 🎻💔💔🎻 Jimmy: must not be a follower, a proper #fan would NEVER Janis: might wanna follow me though Janis: get ready to defend my honour Jimmy: I'll get him on 📷 love giving a shout out, me Janis: name and shame, more like Jimmy: you alright? Janis: nothing I can't handle Janis: 💪🏆 Jimmy: weren't what I asked, bighead Janis: say your name is Jamie, if he asks Janis: 👀 like he heard your real one Jimmy: ask him his, got a lovely voice, me Jimmy: he'll soon forget owt else he might've heard Janis: 😂 Janis: stop Janis: already look certifiable here Jimmy: go on Jimmy: 💰 on it being 😍😍🤤 as names go Janis: Alright but this counts as a dare Jimmy: I get that you're gutted every dickhead don't wear a name tag, #kinkunlocked an' all, but it don't count as nowt unless he answers, mate Janis: 'scuse me I like ease of conversation, James Janis: not at all that I'm shamed and it's all your fault Janis: It's Rob Janis: Robbo to his mates Jimmy: [a hilarious voice memo for him] Jimmy: put that to his 👂 Jimmy: I could do with a decent mate Janis: fuck you cunt 😂 Janis: [sneaky filming this confused man's reaction, probably like please leave me alone oh kids] Jimmy: wonder why I'm scouting for new talent, mouth like that Jimmy: outrageous you Janis: oh, such an 😇 Janis: tell my 'rents and your dad that it was all me and my influence then Jimmy: Robbo is, god bless that beautiful man Jimmy: you can shut up though Janis: not getting off now Janis: drive on, Rob Janis: breaking my heart, you Jimmy: Baby Janis: Remember when I was the only mate you wanted 😢 Jimmy: it were a simpler time, before any of us were keen to ride off into the sunset with Rob Janis: say bye to you now then Janis: forever Jimmy: remember when you wanted to keep me about 😢😢 Janis: you did this, don't try to turn it around on me Janis: I'm devastated Janis: being consoled so much rn Jimmy: bit rude that you won't fight for me Jimmy: ruder for you that he won't do as good a job of that as I would Janis: Robbo is well hard, who am I to compete Janis: you reckon you can give it a go though, yeah? Jimmy: thought you were 🥇 that bollocks were it? Jimmy: and duh can give owt a go, me Janis: 🥇 at lots of shit, more than most Janis: 🥇 mate though? probs not Jimmy: just come here Jimmy: I rate you Jimmy: you're so Janis: [gets off the bus and full-on movie kiss runs to him] Jimmy: [SUCH an enthusiastic response soz to everyone else who's getting off that bus] Janis: [all the old people giving evils, has literally never cared less about anything] Jimmy: [they're used to getting evils from Mia, old ladies they are unfazed thank you] Janis: [thank god she doesn't take her stalking to that extreme yet] Jimmy: [never been on a bus in her life] Janis: [would make her mum drive them in to school but there's only room for 4 out of 5 so if you were out of favour that day you'd be fucked] Jimmy: [I hope Asia's bfs are old enough to drive cos you know it's her when she's got one] Janis: [🤞 they are 'cos aren't goals in other ways really god bless, she'd so use it as a power play like leave it 'til the last minute the night before so no one knows what they're doing] Jimmy: [she so would, oh Mia, we should 100% say her mum drives them to the festival and decide who we're gonna leave out lol] Janis: [who else should we rope in, like Cali or another parental?[ Jimmy: [we could always have Iggy do it with the van if Cali are being rude cos they don't love jimothy then Grace could come with them which would be so awks] Janis: [makes sense, Grace out of favour 'cos Janis is her sister, like, they can then take all the shit as well which Princess Mia would love] Jimmy: [yeah that's what I thought cos you know Grace is lowkey always like you don't even wanna fuck barista boy so can you chill out] Janis: [and Mia's just like they're just trying to make fools of us, your sister hates you, which like they are but you're just salty] Jimmy: [it true but it's not your place to play on all Grace's insecurities by telling her Janis don't love her, you hoe] Janis: [you don't know it's true you're just losing control and hate it] Jimmy: [Grace is still gonna have a better time in the van with that lot than she would with you and that's tea] Janis: [when your friendship so toxic] Jimmy: [literally just the fact she can like eat what she wants/ listen to what music she wants etc would make it better than being in Mia's car, the bar is so low rn] Janis: [pop off sis, we know they'll be happy to ignore you] Jimmy: [you can talk to whatever hot hippie gf Iggy's got currently it's fine] Janis: [like you probably should talk to her to keep this illusion going but you wouldn't wanna lmao] Jimmy: [we all know she's not expecting it/isn't gonna dob you in to Mia regardless so live your best lives kids] Janis: [we're distracted anyway, back to this] Jimmy: [we always get derailed] Janis: [what do we wanna do here, obvs going back to his after but is there anything we wanna say or do] Jimmy: [good question, we have covered quite a lot already tbf but I'm always down for keeping on cos no chill] Janis: [well you're clearly gonna need to have a moment in the changing room before but you can still have a spar moment after] Jimmy: [yasss, I have spar content from that mmfd scene if you want me to send you any] Janis: [why not sweaty, I hope the place is low-key empty 'cos the blatant sexual tension would be awks for dudes just tryna workout lol] Jimmy: [we can say it is because that was blatantly the last bus seeing as they had to have time to calm down post cali drama and they'd already had a day of community service and been to the pub prior] Janis: [not that you two really care but we'll allow it] Jimmy: [for the sake of not having an audience for once] Janis: [who knows how much alone time you can guarantee back at his] Jimmy: [I vote they sleep under/on the trampoline] Janis: [down, obvs] Jimmy: [slightly more privacy guaranteed though Twix will probably be high key as ever] Janis: [always] Jimmy: [also don't have to deal with Ian always a plus] Janis: [we're all thrilled about that, esp. with the cockblock train the 'rents are on rn] Jimmy: [oh my GOD imagine if he was driving them to the festival not that he ever would] Janis: [the worst car ride in the world lol] Jimmy: [as for rn do steal from his stash again though because very deserved] Janis: [absolutely, don't get drunk though, so dangerously close to saying how you feel] Jimmy: [evil laughing over here] Janis: [trickster] Jimmy: [for real though probably do wait for the festival for the drama] Janis: [love drama] Jimmy: [he should 100% teach her how to do smoke rings cos perfect time if they're sleeping outside] Janis: [yes he must] Jimmy: [and one of the ways to do a heart shape starts with blowing two different sized rings so they can do it together then #realgoals] Janis: [when that's such a moment] Jimmy: [living their best lives] Janis: [so in love tbh] Jimmy: [we 👀 you and so does Cass and she's not shipping it rn] Janis: [a good convo starting point 'is your sister alright? once she's gone from blatantly shading you lol] Jimmy: [just shrugging like you don't care even though we know you do] Janis: [shrugging back like alright 'if you let her cut my hair off in the night I'll be raging at you, like] Jimmy: [a lol that you can't help even though you're not in the mood] Janis: [nudges him like I get it '#1 sister, me' 😏] Jimmy: [just having a furious text convo with Cass so all y'all's secrets aren't outted 'sounds about right that' 😏 'easier or harder to get gold when you've got more than one?'] Janis: [shrugs 'depends how you slice it'] Jimmy: [mimes stabbing her in the back cos gals are bitches] Janis: [mimes pulling it back out and holding it to his throat 'obviously I'm alpha so' shrugs like that's gold 'but if it's majority rules' shrugs like idk] Jimmy: ['hot' shrugs again himself 'won't bother @ing any of your sisters then'] Janis: [a 😒 look 'shut up'] Jimmy: [draws a smiley face shaped mouth with his fingertip in the air right by her mouth and then a ✔ next to it] Janis: ['such a dickhead' but not actually mad about it] Jimmy: [nods because Cass is saying as much and worse lbr rn but sighs fake dramatically because can't show you're really bothered 'blessing and a curse, like' and a LOOK because we all know that he's saying that's what her type is and they wouldn't be here if not] Janis: [patting his head like poor boy 'til he gives you a LOOK then you're giving him one back but you're now needlessly close 'just sounds like a cure to me'] Janis: *curse Jimmy: [giving her a look like oh does it and uses her hair that Cass will thankfully not be cutting off to pull her further in for a kiss] Janis: [carrying on talking between kisses 'yeah, you're stuck with me as your only mate, what could be worse?' and then going harder like yeah, this is SO awful isn't it] Jimmy: [likewise 'but it's not like you're my best mate or owt' and going harder still] Janis: ['how do I make that happen again?' we just going more and more every time obvs] Jimmy: ['Depends' and again likewise of course 'How bad do you want it to?] Janis: [makes a noise that's enough like 'I-' that you can turn it into what you say but not enough like it that it isn't obvious to him 'cos shameless '-think I need time to think about that'] Jimmy: [stops and moves away like he's gonna get up off this trampoline and go in to leave her to think because that bitch 'Alright, see you in a bit, yeah?'] Janis: [does a mini winnie growl like oi] Jimmy: [looking at her in such an ott ? manner like he's so unaware of what could possibly be wrong] Janis: [pulling him back down and pinning him like 'you know'] Jimmy: [so into it, can't even keep the charade of trying to go anywhere/not knowing going because she's the hottest ever 'so tell me what you're thinking about'] Janis: [points at him like she's suddenly lost the ability to use words] Jimmy: ['go on' like please tell me more about this as if she's actually said anything but kissing her softly and distractingly everywhere cos that bitch] Janis: 'you' that resolve broke easily gal 'and how you're so-'] Jimmy: ['what?' because you have to but also you want her to finish that sentence really badly rn] Janis: ['I don't- I'm shit with words, remember'] Jimmy: ['I don't reckon you are, remember' and giving her even more kisses for encouragement but less soft because that's what we're all pretending we like] Janis: ['you're mine' and going the hardest to cover any doubt that you mean that anyway than sexually rn in the moment heheh ok] Jimmy: [going with it because questioning that is too dangerous and uncertain and you just don't wanna tbh not rn anyway plus we all know you'd LOVE hearing that so] Janis: [enjoy that lads, you can worry over it later] Jimmy: [which you so will] Janis: [on both counts, yes] Jimmy: [ILY you two] Janis: [at least you don't have too long to be awks and in the rn you can roll over like you're THAT tired] Jimmy: [doing that thing he always does where he rolls her back over like excuse you, looking at her like bit rude but amused not annoyed] Janis: [does a stage yawn like sorry, what? and attempts to roll away away on the trampoline like good day] Jimmy: ['don't fall off, you might break a bone an' all' jokingly still but a bit more like ?] Janis: ['psh' like how dare you, such a pro, does roll back a bit so it's less obvious you're actually uncomfortable] Jimmy: [just looking at her like are you really gonna make me ask what's wrong? because not an idiot] Janis: [shakes head to get self together, also to be like no/don't] Jimmy: [goes to make tea like that'll make her feel better cos that northern] Janis: [getting him to leave the 🚬s so you can have one] Jimmy: [lights it for her before he goes cos #whipped always] Janis: not smoking yours 🤞 Jimmy: convincing that were Janis: you might notice one missing if you count 'em Janis: clearing my name 'fore you do 😇 Jimmy: 1. you know I can't count, Jules Jimmy: 2. if there are any missing you won't get any 🍪 Janis: 🙀 Janis: that's cruel and unusual punishment Janis: don't presume my #kinkunlocked there thanks, I want 🍪🍪🍪 Jimmy: weren't challenging you to see how many you could fit in your mouth Jimmy: but alright Janis: 1. I could easily do double if not triple that Janis: 2. get your mind out the gutter Jimmy: If you keep being that hot, how can I? Jimmy: be fair Janis: I know Janis: gift and a curse Jimmy: #relatable Janis: only thing I want hot is my tea Janis: focus please Jimmy: oh shit Jimmy: you're gonna be so 💔💔💔 Janis: have you iced it??? Jimmy: the news is even worse Janis: well, don't keep me in suspense Jimmy: 🚫🍪!!! Janis: I'm leaving Janis: 👋 Jimmy: go via the shop or you ain't never coming back Janis: oh really Jimmy: you heard Jimmy: [comes out with the tea though] Janis: ['am I allowed to drink it before it gets cold or?'] Jimmy: [shrugs but is fully 😏 and hands it to her like there you go] Janis: [shakes her head like idk, you call this service but is also 😏] Jimmy: [hits his mug against hers to do a cheers, don't do a me and spill it all on yourself boy] Janis: [chin chin gals] Jimmy: [having that 🚬 he missed out on but sharing it with her if she wants because that bitch] Janis: [when you fake 😍 to cover actual 'cos he's just that cute] Jimmy: [giving them back because she's so beautiful it's honestly ridiculous] Janis: [pulling a dumb face as if that's gonna make either of you less 😍 really] Jimmy: [now we just having a face pulling contest because competitive forever] Janis: [a fat mood, ending up loling which wasn't the plan but not mad] Jimmy: [and more 😍 because so cute when they lol] Janis: ['bastard' softly and with feeling under your breath 'cos so affronted by his everything rn] Jimmy: ['what?' did he actually hear that or not, we'll never know baby] Janis: ['you heard'] Jimmy: [cups his ear like he so deaf] Janis: ['I'll finish the job if you ain't careful' 😏] Jimmy: [crosses his fingers IRL 😏] Janis: [gets up on his neck and traces a finger over his ear like, I'm deadly serious] Jimmy: [a lil noise cos #same] Janis: [obviously giving it your all at this] Jimmy: [obviously dying] Janis: [whispers right in his ear 'can you hear me now?'] Jimmy: [nods because what can we trust ourselves to say rn boy] Janis: ['good' smiling into his skin before doing more damage 'you're so fucking distracting, Jimmy'] Jimmy: [managing to say 'you' because must but you can imagine how his voice sounds thanks to her and everything she's up to] Janis: [shakes head and her hair probably tickles him, just tracing your finger down from his ear, down his neck and then along his shoulders, going back and forth 'it's you'] Jimmy: [playing with her hair but not as softly as he normally does because that's the #mood 'no it's not'] Janis: [clearly #intoit 'you aren't distracted, your attention is exactly where I want it' and a LOOK to prove her point] Jimmy: [LOOKING back at her because her attention is exactly where he wants it too obvs] Janis: ['I just wanna...' makeout moment] Jimmy: ['I just want you' picture kissing between each word because we highkey] Janis: ['shit' losing yourself in said moment] Jimmy: [keeping all the moments going as long as you can because you said what you said and you obvs meant it] Janis: [just gonna end up in the same position again girl, no point tryna be awkward about it tbh] Jimmy: [soz not soz] Janis: [neither's she] Jimmy: [is there anything else we wanna do though or should we chill before they give themselves away hardcore?] Janis: [have to actually exhaust themselves eventually, then they can be too busy going in the AM to talk or be real, we fine] Jimmy: [do what you've gotta do to avoid having THAT convo kids] Janis: [soon my babies, soon]

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