#chjan

i decided to ease back in w jankie lol

Die With a Smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars

If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you If the party was over And our time on Earth was through I'd wanna hold you just for a while And die with a smile If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you

Jackie woke up in the dead of night, breathing heavily with a thin layer of sweat covering her body. She had been jolted from her sleep and, in turn, the nightmare that left her feeling like she’d run a marathon. It was of her and Jan – who she was in, for lack of a better term, a ‘situationship’ with being forcibly ripped from each other and marched towards certain death. She didn’t know what it meant, but she was sure it meant something.

After sleeping it off for the rest of the night, she woke up reinvigorated. She understood now, or at least, she had drawn her own conclusions. It was simple as far as she was concerned; she had been ignoring her feelings for Jan for far too long. Admittedly, she had fallen in love with her sometime around the one-month mark. But she couldn’t get a read on whether or not the feelings were reciprocated, so she said nothing. 

“Hey, d’you wanna come over?” Jackie asked with the phone pressed between her ear and shoulder. She chuckled softly and shook her head. “Not a euphemism, babe. I just… I wanted to see you… Of course I remember how you like your eggs, silly… Great, see you soon.”

By the time she heard a knock at the door, Jackie had just finished plating their meal. “Hey,” she greeted warmly as she let her in, giving her a hug before leading her to sit at the table. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Nah, Chester gets me up early whether I like it or not… my god, I could never have children,” Jan laughed and shook her head. “What’s going on with you, though? I don’t think you’ve ever called me before noon.”

She cleared her throat as her gaze drifted down to her plate. She had thrown her focus into looking presentable and cooking, to the point where she hadn’t thought about how to articulate her revelation. “Well…” she took another bite to buy her some time. “Listen, Jan, you know what you mean to me, how much I care about you, right?” 

Jan furrowed her brows, but nodded. They’d been friends before they started sleeping together, she already knew they cared for each other, that they enjoyed each other’s company. “Of course, why?”

“It’s so much more than that to me,” Jackie blurted out, then decided to just keep running with it. “I know we’ve been tiptoeing around labels and taking things slow, but I don’t wanna do this anymore. I just want to be with you. I… I’m in love with you, Jan.”

There was a moment of silence followed by the sound of a chair scraping across the wood floor. Then Jan was in Jackie’s lap, pressing kisses all over her face. “Oh, Jackie, I love you too.” The relief in her voice was palpable, both of them realizing how desperately they had needed to hear that from the other. 

When the prisoner Rosé woke up in chains, she would be unable to access her magic and probably groggy too. She opened her eyes and saw Jan in her purple velvet robe and she smiled softly. Jan was the only one allowed to wear purple in her coven so she knew it was her. Jan wondered what caused her to smile

“You’re awake,” she said sternly. “What were you doing stalking my coven?”

Rosé cleared her throat. “I was trying to join you.”

Jan frowned. “What sort of fool do you take me for? You’re from another coven. You’re here to infiltrate and destroy my sisterhood.”

Rosé shook her head. “I’m not. I promise. I’ll do anything to prove it.”

“Anything?” Jan asked.

“Anything,” she confirmed. “Even the Revelation Ritual.”

Jan knew the ritual. It was intense but it would reveal the truth. It involved two parties enclosed in a magic circle with a question woven into it, and they would engage in sex magic that would reveal the truth. If it was a question of truth, and one party was dishonest, they would be branded with runes marking them a liar. But if they were true, the truth would be revealed.

Rosé was already bound, it would be easy enough to ready her. A quick cleansing before she drew the magic into her skin, laid her down in the magic circle and began. And then she would have her truth.

“Alright. Let me draw the circle.”

Jan took her time, weaving in spells that would reveal Rosé’s truth. Rosé being from a rival coven, Jan wanted to know all.

When it was ready, she laid her down in the circle and began to chant as she anointed Rose’s pussy with oil.

She strapped on her magic stone cock, and warmed it and slicked it with her magic.

“If you’ve lied to me, you will burn. If you’re telling the truth, you will reveal all.”

“I promise you won’t be disappointed,” she purred.

Cheeky. Jan moved into the circle too. “Ready?”

“I’m ready”.

Jan pushed in and set a steady pace. “Tell me why you’re here.”

“To join you.”

“Is that all?”

“No.” Rosé bit her lip. “No I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you.”

Jan faltered in her strokes. “You’re attracted to me?”

“Very very much. Might’ve suggested this ritual so you could fuck me.”

Jan blushed. “That was naughty of you.”

Rosé chuckled. “Yeah but we both get what we want. You get answers and I get to have you on top of me while I’m bound and wet for you,” she purred.

Jan chuckled. “You’re going to be a handful, I can tell. Alright. You can stay. But I make the rules.”

i did two lydoris in a row so jankie it is!

Casual - Chappell Roan

Knee-deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now? Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach Is it casual now? I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now Then baby, get me off again If it's casual, it's casual now

“I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself,” Jaida remarked. She was walking Jackie home from Jan’s apartment, a frequent occurrence that made her feel both frustration and sympathy for her friend. 

Jackie sighed, shoving her hands into her pockets as she stared up into the sky, as if the answers were somewhere in the clouds. “Maybe I’m a masochist. I should’ve cut things off after I heard her tell her roommate that I’m just the girl she’s banging… I thought we were more than that, I didn’t have a reason to think otherwise.”

She furrowed her brows. “You didn’t? Was there more going on than you let on? ‘Cause you mostly just vent about her these days.”

“She treats me like a girlfriend when we’re together,” she defended meekly, but there was a pang of anger apparent in her tone. “I’ve met her parents, for fuck’s sake. Her mom addresses me by name and everything.” 

“Let me ask you this,” Jaida prompted, “is the sex worth the emotional whiplash?”

“It’s very good sex.”

“Jackie!”

Jackie groaned as they got to her apartment, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. “It’s my own fault for catching feelings anyway. She said no attachments and I agreed to that.” Before her friend could reply, her phone vibrated and, despite everything, her heart skipped a beat when she saw that Jan had texted her. “She wants to go out for dinner.”

Jaida pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, I’m out. I’ll talk to you later.”

She waved her off as she sent a reply asking when and where. Maybe she was making a mistake, but there was something about her that she simply couldn’t resist. 

And that was how they ended up in the handicap stall in the restaurant. Jackie had one hand over Jan’s mouth and two fingers inside her. It certainly wasn’t what she had planned to do, especially with Jan’s parents at the table, but all it took was a suggestively placed hand on her thigh and a pleading look in her eyes and she folded like a lawn chair. 

Jan did her best to stay quiet as she came, whimpering softly until she was spent, kissing her as soon as her mouth was uncovered. “That was so fucking hot,” she panted against her lips.

“It was, how are we supposed to explain this disappearance to your folks, though?” Jackie asked as she did her best to make herself look presentable again.

“I’ll just tell them I got my period and you needed to grab a tampon from the car,” she shrugged. “Come on, I worked up an appetite.”

once again, jankie continues to be one of the few ships where canon flows as naturally as au lol

My Heart Aches For You - Pansy Division

We get along so easily We can talk and talk endlessly Though I love that we’re close friends I hate that’s where it ends Cause you do it all for me I’ve been waiting half my life For someone like you to arrive But no matter what I try I will never be your type And I know that can’t be denied

“For the record, I still think this is a stupid idea,” Jan mumbled as he sat down at his desk. “What am I doing, again?”

Nicky sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are going to write down your feelings for Jackie. Pen and paper, the old fashioned way. It’s a letter to him that you’re not going to send. You can talk it out with me if it helps.

He sighed, reluctantly picking up the pen and tapping it against his desk. “It just sucks, you know? He’s literally perfect, my exact type. So to see him all the time, to call each other work wives, just for him to go home to his partner at the end of the day, it’s…” Another sigh escaped as he put his head down, trying to find the right word.

“Heartache?” 

“Yeah,” Jan mumbled, still face down against his desk. “God, that’s even worse, how fucking corny. My heart aches for him, Nicky,” he lamented, finally sitting upright and haphazardly scribbling it down. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Nicky scooped up Jan’s dog, sitting with him on the bed and petting him as he spoke. “You’re never too old to fall in love, or to have your heart broken. It’s one of those things that reminds us that we’re alive, isn’t it? Besides, you’re still young and hot, you have plenty of time to meet your match.”

“It’s not like I haven’t tried dating,” he pointed out. He and his ex had been broken up for about four months now. While his feelings for Jackie weren't the cause, they certainly didn’t help keep the relationship afloat. “They just fall short… I can’t help it, being with Jackie just feels so right.” He kept writing as he spoke, crossing things out and rewriting them. He had to admit, it did feel cathartic. 

“Give it time. That’s all we can do about anything, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Jan continued writing and talking with Nicky for the better part of an hour, until he had a coherent, angst-filled love letter in front of him. “That did help, I think,” he mused, then crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the garbage. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he got up to use the bathroom.

Once Jan was safely out of sight, Nicky set the dog beside him on the bed and, as quietly as possible, crept over and snagged the letter out of the trash, smoothing it out and folding it into his pocket. 

for anyone thats been here long enough to remember the summer camp au... this is for yall

42. "You look familiar."

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If there were one thing Jan would always do, it was go out of her way to welcome new neighbors. She wouldn’t be half as comfortable as she was now if the people around her hadn’t helped her acclimate to Hell’s Kitchen. As soon as she saw movers taking boxes into the apartment across the hall, she got right to work making cookies. 

A few hours and one failed test batch later, she had the cookies neatly plated and wrapped in purple cellophane. She made her way across the hall and knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited. When the door opened, she started her greeting. “Hi, I’m Jan and I–” 

Her words died on her lips as she was caught off guard by the woman who opened the door. At first, she thought she was simply distracted by how attractive she was, but there was something else she couldn’t quite put a finger on. “You look familiar.” 

The woman chuckled softly. “Jackie,” she introduced before leading her inside. “You do too. Look familiar, I mean.” 

Jan wracked her brain for any ‘Jackie’ she’d crossed paths with, but only one bore any significance. “The only Jackie I’ve known is the one I went to summer camp with from, like, ages ten to thirteen.” Going back fifteen years, the details were spotty, but if there was anything she could remember with lucidity, it was her first love. 

“Oh my god!” Jackie’s face lit up with excitement. “Wait here,” she instructed, disappearing into her room and fishing through a still-unpacked box until she found what she was looking for, returning with a scrapbook. It had sustained some wear over the years, but overall, the condition held up. She motioned for Jan to sit with her on the couch and set the book on the coffee table.

Jan’s eyes widened as she looked at the cover. It was a picture of the two of them and their six cabinmates, as well as the three counselors that took care of them. She shifted her gaze towards Jackie, expression warm and fond. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

“Me neither,” she grinned, shaking her head in disbelief. The two then spent the evening looking through the album and eating the cookies Jan brought. Despite all the time that’d passed, it somehow felt like they had just been sharing a bunk bed the night before. They had gotten older but came to realize they were still the same kids in many ways. 

“You know,” Jan remarked offhandedly, “We used to say we’d get married when we’re older.”

As Long As You're Mine - Wicked

And just for this moment As long as you're mine I've lost all resistance And crossed some border line And if it turns out It's over too fast I'll make every last moment last As long as you're mine

still, idk what it is about jankie but they're one of the only ships that make me wanna write canon compliant without being prompted to lol

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When Jan and Jackie embarked on their summer tour, they didn’t come with any expectations regarding their relationship. They were friends, good friends, close friends. Surely, spending a large part of the summer wouldn’t do more than strengthen their friendship.

Those beliefs barely lasted a week.

i had no plan or direction and was powered solely by my love for this ship (and also jan and rosé are still besties in any au bcs i will not let that go)

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“Huh,” Jan remarked, swirling her drink in hand as she looked across the bar, “I’ve only ever seen drunk frat boys try to play darts, and at least half of them caused or suffered grievous bodily harm.”

Rosé cocked her head to the side to watch on in mild amusement. “She’s good, too,” she observed.

“And hot.”

She arched her brow and looked back at her friend, “what happened to stepping out of the dating world and focusing on yourself?”

Jan huffed and rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I can’t look.” Her gaze drifted back to the blonde, who had finished her round of darts and now appeared to be coldly rejecting various men offering to buy her drinks. “Ooh, she seems kinda mean, you know that’s my type.”

“You’re hopeless,” Rosé shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, then looked back up. “Oh look, she’s coming over here. How serendipitous.”

“Hi,” the woman greeted and sat at their table, “I’m Nicky. Act like we’re friends so those idiots stop bothering me.”

“You got it. But be careful, if you like girls, this one,” Rosé pointed to Jan, “will try to be more than friends real quick.”

Nicky smirked, turning her attention to the woman shooting daggers across the table. “Is that so? And what is your name, cherie?”

When Jan finally stopped glaring at Rosé to meet Nicky’s eyes, she immediately melted under her sultry, half-lidded gaze. It took a moment for her question to register before she managed to reply, “Jan, and please ignore my friend. Unless you’re into it, in which case my apartment is like, two blocks over.”

“Aren’t you cute?” She cooed as she looked her over, then added, “I’d hate to steal you from your friend, though.”

fun fact! i also did not know what ship to pick so i used a random number generator to pick one from the rdg list, and that's how we got goodesport, but i think it was cute

44. “You little brat.”

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Gigi looked around the living room as Jan finished putting up decorations. “You know, I thought you were being hella extra at first, but everything seems to have come together nicely,” she observed before turning to grab a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge. “So, when’s the ankle biter getting here, again?”

Jan scoffed. “First of all, she's turning twelve, not two. Secondly, she has a name. And you should know it – she might be your sister-in-law one day.” 

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she chuckled. “Marcia’s a good kid, fuck knows where she got it from,” she teased.

She gasped in mock offense. “You little brat,” she huffed, tossing one of the still rolled-up streamers at her. “You’re horrible, I don’t know how I put up with you,” she said with no malice, her smile making it clear that she meant the complete opposite. 

“Says the girl soft-launching a marriage talk,” Gigi smirked, setting the bottle down in favor of wrapping her arms around Jan’s waist from behind. “You love me so much, it makes you look stupid,” she cooed as she playfully nipped along the shell of her ear. “I can’t blame you for having good taste. You know, I think I would make a fantastic in-law.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Rosé asked as she walked back inside with Denali in tow, both of them carrying food for the party. 

“Nothing, Rosie,” Jan hummed airily. “We’re just about finished. Marsh should be here by two, right?”

The other couple nodded, then Denali piped up with, “y’all have to keep an eye on that friend she’s glued to. I know a baby gay with her first crush when I see one, and I’m sensing a little puppy love between them.”

“The girl that moved from Nevada?” Gigi asked. “That's cute.”