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Princess Pagey era Jimmy beans
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Gorgeous, Gorgeous Boy
a jimmy page one shot
warnings: none, only pretty boys in lingerie and pure fluff
As the evening light filtered through the large windows in the sitting room at Plumpton Place, Jimmy was sitting on the floor between your thighs. Your fingers were running through his wind blown hair, untangling any knots and twisting strands into braids.
An old jazz record was spinning on the turntable, and the last bits of ash were falling off of an incense stick on the coffee table.
You both treasured evenings like this, both of you home with nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.
Halfway through detangling Jimmy’s hair, the needle ran into the dead wax on the record. You were determined to finish the braid you were on though, and so a comfortable silence blanketed the room. Then Jimmy spoke up softly,
“Darling, what’s it like to be so pretty?”
Your hands stopped, and a blush painted your cheeks. You looked down at the man in your lap, puzzled.
“What do you mean, James? You’re gorgeous.”
“I mean, what’s it like to wear pretty dresses, put on makeup, and do your hair?” He tilted his head back, and stared up at you.
“And how do you do it so well?”
You giggled softly, and held Jimmy’s face in your hands. His curiosity was endearing, and you’d always imagined Jimmy would look good in your dresses.
“Would you like me to show you love? We can have a girls night… Play dress-up!”
Jimmy nodded eagerly, and you pulled him up from the ground, and whisked him away to your vanity table.
Jimmy looked absolutely precious when you were done with your work. Jade eyes accentuated with a flick of liner and kohl, and some mascara too. A soft blush upon his cheeks, and delicate shade of lipstick and gloss over naturally tinted lips.
“What do you think?” you got off of his lap, giving him full view of himself in the mirror
He sat staring at himself, astounded and grinning at just how pretty you’d made him.
“Now, what do you fancy for an outfit, hm?
Jimmy was vague with his answer and simply told you to pick out “whatever would suit me best,”
You took to listing off some options of what you had in your closet, and Jimmy only hummed in agreement with all of them.
In the end, you pulled out a black silk robe, and a matching lingerie set. You didn’t fully intend to be suggestive; you just wanted Jimmy to get the full experience and still be able to lounge around the house. You also grabbed some pearl and gold necklaces for him to try.
Your lover looked up from the vanity stool and giggled, taking the robe and lingerie from you.
“I recognize these,” he said slyly.
Jimmy shed his jeans and sweater and bashfully began to slip into the bralette and panties you handed him.
“Could you uhm,” he began softly, “Y’know,” Jimmy motioned with his hands to turn around.
You spun around and covered your eyes,
“Jimmy, you don’t have to be nervous, it’s only me.”
You heard the soft sounds of silk against skin, and then Jimmy cleared his throat,
“Okay, you can look now,”
It was your turn to be stunned. Jimmy looked beautiful. He pulled off a more feminine look incredibly well. You may have even been a little jealous.
You grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him in for a kiss. Then run your hands down his chest feeling the lace bralette. It was a bit small for Jimmy’s broader chest, but he still wore it well.
“You are so so pretty, James,” you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.
“I am,” Jimmy giggled, “I'm very pleased, y/n.”
The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer. Swaying gently as you took in the beauty of your creation.
As you held each other, the thought of painting Jimmy’s nails and finishing braiding his hair came to you. You broke the spell and pulled him back into the living room, grabbing pillows and a blanket on the way.
Setting up camp in the living room reminded you of sleepovers you’d had with your friends growing up. This was exactly the kind of joy you wanted to share with Jimmy. You pulled out a small tub full of nail polish bottles and told Jimmy to pick out a colour he liked. While he did that, you took the opportunity to change into something comfy, similar to what Jimmy had on.
When you returned, Jimmy had placed a new record on the turntable, and a bottle of sage green nail lacquer was on the coffee table.
“I thought it would compliment my eyes, what do you think?”
“A perfect choice, love.” You plopped down next to him on the floor, and took his right hand in yours.
“I’ll do your right hand, and while I finish your hair, you can try to paint your left.”
Jimmy had picked out some soft bossanova album, and the tunes set the perfect atmosphere as you applied coats of the green polish to his nails.
“How long until I can play guitar?” Jimmy turned to look at you hopefully.
“The polish will be fully dry in the morning. But it will probably chip off quickly after not too long playing,” a small frown formed on his face,
“But, we can always touch it up, or pick a new colour!” You said reassuringly, planting a kiss on Jimmy’s cheek.
When his right hand was finished, you moved to sit on the couch behind him. You ran a brush through his long, silky hair and began sectioning off strands to braid once again. Jimmy was doing fairly well at painting his own nails, and he was enjoying having his hair tugged on and played with. His locks were easily twisted into elegant french braids that you tied off with silk ribbons, just for the fun of it.
You couldn’t have imagined Jimmy getting any prettier, and you never thought he’d ask you to do something like this. It was too much fun for the both of you.
Jimmy had now finished his nails, and joined you on the couch. He took your hand in his, but was careful not to ruin the still drying polish.
“Thank you for doing this with me, y/n,” he murmured, “I’ve always secretly wanted to try this.”
The two of you sat in blissful, comfortable silence, admiring each other.
“What would your bandmates say if they saw us like this?” You giggled, and Jimmy smiled,
“They’d be jealous and ask for makeovers too.”
“So much long hair,” you laughed, “my god, I couldn’t handle that.”
“You should teach me to braid my own hair, honey.”
“Mmm, I’ll teach you next time,” you smiled and kissed along your lover’s jawline.
“Next time! Really?” Jimmy said with enthusiasm.
“Of course there’ll be a next time! This was fun, and I enjoyed showing you how I dress myself up.”
Jimmy planted soft kisses on your cheeks, forgetting he had a light coat of lipstick on. He stopped and then laughed at himself.
“Sorry, my love,” he reached out to wipe the prints from your cheeks, but you grabbed his wrists.
“Never mind that, Jimmy; I think it’s cute. Now, why don’t we practice a simple braid on my hair? I’ll guide you step by step.”
The man nodded, and moved to work his fingers through your hair, guided by your expertise.
The night passed with laughter and more kisses until you both fell asleep in a tangle of silk robes and soft blankets
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i hope you all enjoyed! this is the first of hopefully many more stories to come. perhaps i’ll write a full, multi-chapter fanfic some day. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, i’m science-not-english brained. a huge thank you to all of you lovelies for encouraging me to do this, and for your love <3
#jimmy page#boys in makeup#pretty boy#gorgeous gorgeous boy#princess pagey#led zeppelin#classic rock fanfiction#jimmy page fanfic#this is the yassification of jimmy page#<3
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1) Top 5 Zep songs
2) Top 5 most underrated Zep songs
3) Top 5 Jimmy eras
With explanations! Hey, you said you were bored 😝
hello!! im gonna do my best on the explanations because i suck at explaining everything 😂
1) no quarter, when the levee breaks, the song remains the same, heartbreaker, the rover
no quarter: the song in its entirety is an absolute fucking masterpiece, but a few of my favorite things about it is THE riff, organ solo, guitar solo, and robert’s vocals towards the end. it is such a powerful song in my opinion and it’s my favorite hehe
when the levee breaks: i remember when i first listened to this song, and i was just amazed. the drums are so catchy like??? AH it’s what makes the song so special y’know? and the harmonica parts, the guitar.. THE GUITAR! just fucking beautiful. i also love how it ends haha
the song remains the same: literally a song i can just dance to, it’s so happy and upbeat and my favorite lyric is “california sunlight, sweet calcutta rain, honolulu starbright, the song remains the same…” lol it’s great. this song is a 10283727289/10 😊
heartbreaker: once again, THE riff, that swinging bass, so fucking groovy i love it. and of course the iconic guitar solo in this song, no other instruments, just the guitar.. robert’s vocals are so sexy too HAHA
the rover: one of my favorites off of PG, i love how bonzo’s drums start off the song in the beginning and then jimmy’s guitar just comes in.. fucking magical. the guitar throughout the song is like my favorite thing ever, it sounds so good. i love this song so so so so much 😍
2) white summer/black mountain side, traveling riverside blues, sugar mama, for your life, the crunge
white summer/black mountain side: the danelectro. the fucking danelectro. when jimmy performed this song live at RAH 1970 he just seemed so into it, like he was in some sort of trance almost (i mean he seemed like that for every song he performed LMAO) he put his whole heart and soul into this song, it’s so beautiful like.. the vibes i get from it as well.. it’s very mellow but happy. it’s hard to explain i just really enjoy listening to it
traveling riverside blues: squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg.. squeeze it so hard i fall right out of bed 😂 lol but this is my favorite off of coda, the slide guitar is very catchy and the music video for this song is great haha.. didn’t know it even existed till a while ago, i always have to go back and watch it because of something (not jimmy, not him at all..)
sugar mama: i first heard this song on here actually, someone posted it (forgot who😅) and i remember i couldn’t stop listening to it for a little while, i was obsessed. i haven’t listened to it lately but i should i miss it haha. it’s on coda (deluxe edition) and if you haven’t heard it yet, please give it a listen it’s soooo good and for what? my favorite thing is the drums and guitar, how they just work together, y’know.. it’s great
for your life: is this song even underrated? not sure lol but i like it. i don’t know why, but i love robert’s voice in this.. and jimmy’s lil guitar riff haha
the crunge: gonna be appreciating jonesy a lot in this one.. cause SYNTHS, BASS, HELLO?? perfection. he ate this song up😍 it’s definitely different from any other song they wrote, but that’s why i love it.. it’s so fun to listen to. i cannot get enough of the synths. cannot get enough of bbg’s talented, sexy ass😏 also the ending is funny, “where’s that confounded bridge?” so iconic
3) i apologize this post is so goddamn long but i really wanted to answer this ask lol. but i think im gonna put pictures of my fav jimmy eras in this part
hot damn.. long haired, princess pagey era. isn’t this everyone’s favorite jimmy era? cause like i cannot with how pretty he looks. he’s got such a sweet, soft face 🥺 ugh my top favorite for sure
BEARD. BEARD. BEARD.
he looked so sexy with the beard, but also still looked absolutely adorable too at times. i need him LMAO he’s perfect
erm.. THIS! his hair, jesus christ help me.. he looks so good i could cry 😩 also his face started to mature a bit during this time as well, which made him look EVEN MORE handsome (also.. ass in the last gif)
75.
do i even need to explain myself here?
long hair is back.. beautiful face.. 🤭
yardbean jimmy! he’s such a baby i love him i love him i love him i love him 🫶 i wanna just kiss him, n hug him, n hold him ☹️ sweet boy
whew! this was probably the longest post i’ve made ever, especially for an ask.. it’s been an hour LMAO but i hope my explanations were.. understandable, and made sense LOL. thank you @lzep for the ask! love ya❤️
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ur pfp is giving princess pagey I love it
omg thank you. That's totally the vibe I was going for. 💖
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Princess Hair Pagey photo dump #2
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Once upon a time
MENWHILE
#Jimbert#my art#led zeppelin memes#Classic rock memes#jimbert memes#Robert the knight#Pagey the princess#Love#led zeppelin#Jimmy page#robert plant
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James Wearing Atrocious Pants
i’ve done it. i’ve done my best to find every picture of jimmy page wearing his silly (affectionate) plaid pants. here they are.
we’ll start with probably the most well known. princess pagey and his plaid pants. the whole outfit is a queer dandy delight and i love it.
i believe these are the same pair??? but i can’t be certain.
these have to be at the top of my list. classic. but i could only find one photo w him in these :(
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#jimmy page#ledzeppelin#robert plant#70s#classic rock#jimmypage#john bonham#john paul jones#led zeppelin#60s aesthetic#70s aesthetic
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my new current obsession: 1968-69 jimmy!
or as he is also known: princess pagey (this includes pre-april 1970 when he started growing that heavenly beard)
#LOOK AT THAT NOSE TWITCH HAHDJSJD I LOVE HIM#don't even get me started on the beach pics#someone help I'm about to implode#jimmy page#1969#1970#PICTURES NOT MINE
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Princess Pagey, your prince is here to escort you to the ball backstage so you can have the best seat in the house, only the best for his princess 👑💖 but look at that face, who's the real princess here
kim 🥺🥺 i’m honoured, thanks jimmy :) i’ll cheer you on so loud you don’t even know ;)
this was honestly so sweet kim i LOVE YOU
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i love jimmy page. that’s the post. good day.
#he’s literally all i think about#it isn’t healthy but oh well#my school friends think i’m insane LMAOAJJZJA#i’m not i just love him okay🙄#ok ill stop now bye bye#jimmy page#led zeppelin#my princess pagey <3
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Princess Hair Pagey photo dump #1
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Happiness is Jimmy sitting like a princess
✨Pagey the princess✨
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let me see you get yourself out of this situation
aka three unlikely allies ditch detention and go on an adventure
word count: 2320
trigger warnings: stds (aids mention), drugs, nsfw mention
Okay, so maybe the detention is fully deserved. Sky probably shouldn’t have hotboxed his bedroom and expected to get away with it. In fact, he was pretty lucky to get away with detention, although he suspects that’s related to his mother’s call to the school and probable sizeable donation. (He should never have texted her. He knows that’s a bad idea. Thanks for the soccer team uniforms or whatever, mom.)
But regardless of how much he deserves to be in detention, he can still think of about a billion things he’d rather do than come into an almost empty room to the sight of Jack fucking Kelly (or is it Fielding? To be honest, he remains wilfully oblivious to the Jack updates. Like if he ignores him he’ll cease to exist) sprawled across the back row of seats with a smirk on his lips that so obviously says that this is his domain and Sky is trespassing. As if he owns the whole fucking room.
(Knowing Jack, he probably thinks he does. Not that Sky has had much personal contact with the boy besides an odd rumour that he died. But the boy’s reputation seems to carry through the school like a biblical plague of locusts. And besides, Sky’s friendship with Juliet gives him equal parts way too much information about Jack’s personal habits and currently, post break up, far more information about how disgustingly horrible he is. Either way, he’s well aware that there’s a sizeable ego present. He’s almost jealous, to be honest. Sometimes Sky feels like if he had Jack’s ego he’d probably be a rock star already.)
Still, he’s hoping that maybe he can pass under the radar of the British boy long enough to make it through at least half of the detention, maybe more, considering that the teacher has already apparently left - probably done with the delinquents before having even begun to lecture them on their crimes - so if Jack so much as starts a conversation Sky’s pretty sure there’s nothing present to hold him back from absolutely verbally annihilating Sky, which will therefore mean there’s nothing present to hold Sky back from tears and public humiliation. It’s hard being a crybaby, you know?
Such hopes are almost immediately dashed when Jack turns and gives Sky the most ravenous look he’s ever seen another human come up with, like Jack is starving and Sky is a walking hamburger about to satiate him. Yum.
“Pagey,” well there’s a nickname Sky didn’t know he had, and to be honest it makes him feel slightly nauseous even knowing that Jack has whole separate nicknames for him that he doesn’t even know about. How the fuck does Jack know everyone at the fucking school anyway? “How’d you end up here? Cried so much you flooded your bedroom?”
(Which would be insulting enough even if it wasn’t a plausible suggestion and didn’t need the rude addition of Jack proceeding to laugh at his own joke.)
Fortunately Sky’s saved from the perils of having to answer the question by the slamming of the door, which indicates the arrival of a third addition to the detention squad: a blonde girl, he thinks he’s seen her in a shared class (Helena or something along those lines, definitely the same name as a My Chemical Romance song since he remembers thinking that at registration) and a disgusted look upon her face as she has the same realisation as Sky upon seeing Jack’s face: that they are well and truly fucked.
“God,” Helena (if that’s really her name, Sky hopes it is because he suspects from her demeanour that she’s not the type to take a misnaming incident lightly) “was detention itself not punishment enough? Are they truly going to make me look at your ratty little face for an entire forty five minutes? I feel ill just thinking about it,” she placed a hand over her chest as if the sight of Jack was causing her physical pain. Relatable, to be honest.
“I know,” and in that moment Sky feels more grateful than ever because it’s clear from Jack’s tone of voice that his admirably short attention span has now passed Sky straight over in favour of a pretty worthy opponent. “You really should complain, love. Like, how is getting to look at me for free a fucking punishment? It’s like getting to go into the Tate Modern for nothing.”
“The Tate Modern is already free,” Sky says helpfully. He is ignored.
“Your confidence,” Helena blasts back, “is truly insane considering how absolutely disgusting your physical appearance is. Have you considered being committed to a mental asylum at any point?”
“I would,” Jack counters, “but how could I? When the population of Luxor would just pine for me. Nothing would be interesting if I left.”
“Contrary to your totally unfounded belief, not everything in this school involves you.”
“Possibly,” the boy reasons, and then the smirk returns. “But you have to admit the majority of things do.”
Seemingly done with the conversation, Helena stomps over to the desk next to Sky and sets her things down. Her meaning is pretty clear to him: you’ll do, in comparison to being sat next to rat man.
The ticking of the clock succeeds in covering for their lack of conversation for all of about five minutes before Jack apparently just cannot keep words in his own head anymore and has to interrupt the perfectly nice silence again: “so how did you end up in detention, princess? Kiss a frog?”
“I don’t recall having any physical relations with you,” Helena says haughtily. “If I did, I can assure you I must have been under some sort of influence unwillingly and therefore I shall be suing imminently. And if you must know, I am being unfairly victimised for skipping my medieval lecture for a perfectly valid reason.”
“To get a nose job?” Jack asks innocently, “or was it Botox?”
That elicits a slight smile from Sky, which reminds the other two that he does in fact exist and it’s almost funny the way they both turn to face him as Jack continues his questioning, “what about you, Pagey?”
“Uh,” his mouth goes dry and he gulps, “weed… stuff,” he finishes lamely, shrugging as if that’s completely self explanatory. It should be. He damn well hopes it is, because frankly Sky does not have the strength to take part in this conversation and he’s really hoping that Helena can carry the anti Jack side of it without him. “You?” He asks hopefully, as if turning the conversation back to Jack will immediately throw him out of it and he can go back to his people watching.
“Oh, I jumped out a window,” Jack says airily, apparently oblivious to the looks of total confusion both Sky and Helena give him. The resulting silence proceeds to allow the clock ticking to become audible again.
“Are you seriously telling me,” Helena asks after about ten minutes have past and Sky can just about see Jack, out of the corner of his eye, beginning to meticulously colour in something which looks suspiciously like a poster, “that I have woken up today and willingly come to this godforsaken room and sat in the company of absolute dimwits and the teacher in charge is not even going to deign to show up?”
“Sometimes they just don’t,” Jack shrugs as if this is a usual occurrence. “Especially if they see me on the list.”
“Can’t blame them for that,” Helena mutters.
“Well, it would be hard not to treat me like the god I am. Can’t be unfair to the other students.” He grins. “Nah, guess they get lazy. I dunno. Most of the time I just leave.”
“Well that’s a wasted day of mine then.” She scowls. “Don’t they know time is money? Although I do have plenty of both.”
“That was the most ungraceful segway into a brag I have ever heard,” Jack observes, “and this is coming from me.”
“What can I say? I’m pretty, it allows for more leeway.”
She actually gets a laugh out of Jack from that, and it kind of fascinates Sky. Partly because he’s always assumed that Jack was more aggressive. He gets into enough fights for that. But he seems more… amused than anything else by the back and forth. Like he’s less of a punching devil and more of the type of person to push buttons out of enjoyment and amusement. He supposes that’s one way to get out of boredom.
“Hey, crybaby,” he’s so caught up in psychoanalysing the other two that he doesn’t realise for a minute that Jack is addressing him, and before he can say anything the other boy is waving a hand in front of his face. (He flinches back, predictably. God, he’s always so fucking predictable.) “You got any weed?” Jack asks, his face inches from Sky’s, close enough that Sky can see a stray eyelash on his cheek (would it be ridiculous to point it out considering that Jack would undoubtedly take that as Sky confessing his undying love for him?) and the freckles littering his cheeks.
“Uh.” Truthfully, Sky’s pretty sure this is going to end in him having to share so he’s really not willing to answer, but he’s never been good at lying so instead Jack gets a slow nod by way of response.
“Well there we fucking go,” Jack takes a step back thankfully, so he’s no longer close enough that Sky can literally smell whatever cologne he puts on (ugh, straight men) and glances back at Helena, gesturing wildly to Sky. “Don’t have to be a fucking waste of your day, princess. Or are you too good to come smoke a joint with me and Page?”
“My name’s Sky,” Sky offers. He is ignored.
“As long as nobody sees us,” Helena sniffs, but she gets up all the same, sliding her things into her bag. “And for the record, I’m a Queen, not a princess. I understand that your male mind finds words difficult though,” she adds with a condescending smile.
“I’m the British one,” Jack argues. “I’d know about fucking Queens.”
“I’m literally half English, you absolute cretin. My surname is literally Spencer. Like Princess fucking Diana? Ring any bells?”
“Nah,” Jack says with absolute conviction, “her surname was Wales.”
“No she was the Princess of Wal- oh my god,” Helena rolls her eyes with such energy that Sky is amazed that her eye muscles don’t straight up propel her out of the door. “Sky, can you please back me up?”
“I’m from Chicago,” Sky says helplessly, and gets two very dirty looks as they leave the classroom.
“I’d suck your dick,” he’s lost count of how many hits he’s in and the rooftop is starting to take on a hazy quality, which Sky attributes to the fact that he’s actually confident enough to laugh out loud at Jack’s comment, leaning back and looking up at the sky, “no you wouldn’t.”
“Sure I would,” Jack insists. “I’d try anything fucking once. And I never sucked a dick. Maybe it’s my fucking talent.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Sky’s words are coming out sing song and he lays back on the roof now, shaking his head still, “you’re such a straight boy it’s not even funny. Straight, straight, straight,” he takes a long drag on the joint and holds it out between two fingers to Helena, who is giving both of them another disgusted glare.
“Two boys talking about their penises. Exactly the company I desired. Not.”
“We could talk about vagina instead,” Jack offers diplomatically, so Sky mimes gagging. “Yeah, okay crybaby. We get it. You patented the fuck a boy at church camp vibe, we understand.”
“I didn’t fuck a boy at church camp,” Sky says indignantly.
“No, he probably fucked you,” Helena hisses.
“I thought you were too good for this conversation,” Jack observes.
“Do you see another conversation happening?”
“You could just shut up.”
“And let your disgusting accent ring in my ears? Horrific.”
“My accent is sexy.”
“I like Kai’s more,” Sky gets a glare from both of them for that. Oops. Supposes that’s what he gets for interrupting the bickering. “Yours is fine too,” he says quickly.
“God, just take a side,” Helena mutters. “It’s fine to admit Rat sounds like a coal miner, you know?”
“Isn’t that a bit….” Sky searches for the word. “Classist?”
“No, it’s a fact. Anyway,’ she points to Jack accusingly, “he didn’t even know Princess Diana’s surname. So his national pride is absolutely a farce.”
“She died in like, nineteen ninety whatever? That’s old news,” Jack argues.
“She,” Helena says hotly, “remains an international style icon.”
“Can we get back to vagina and/or dick yet?” Jack enquires hopefully. Sky resumes the pretend gagging.
“You become more disgusting with every waking moment,” she mutters under her breath. But Jack will probably take that as a compliment either way. “And I need to go.”
“Don’t miss me too much,” Jack looks up to bat his eyelashes at the girl, resulting in her flipping him off.
“I think I would miss the dog shit I stepped in more than you,” Helena informs him, before glancing at Sky. “You, though. We’re going shopping tomorrow.”
He gives her a confused look.
“You have potential,” she decides. “Like style wise. As an aesthetic and thankfully quiet sidekick.” He can take that. “Like a Harry Styles vibe but unattractive.”
Okay, Sky’s starting to regret listening.
“Or Timothée Chalamet minus the bone structure and redeemable features.”
He really regrets listening now.
“Doesn’t Timothée Champagne have chlamydia?” Jack asks with a gleeful smile.
“Didn’t everyone say you have AIDS?” Helena snaps. “Goodbye, male specimens. It is starting to rain and this blouse is vintage.”
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