#diamdld

fake dating au for reference

^literally disregard. well not completely. idk.

i'm trying to do worldbuilding and all that....looking at what i had originally…it’s not quite the same story anymore. ITS THE SAME GIST! but not as...crackish(?) (ofc it's crackish bc i had to make certain things allowed lmao...also trying to explain the history of that etc etc) anyway it's not all sunshine and rainbows. what if the entire world did think u were in a relationship with your QB.

The porch light flickers overhead, splitting moth wings against the glass. Ja'Marr presses his knuckles against the fence rail where the paint’s chipped raw, flakes catching under his nails, digs at them because it’s better than just standing still. It's colder than it should be in March, or maybe he’s just sweating out the last of the liquor, collar damp, shirt gaping, ribs tasting the night. The car across the street still beats its hazard lights into the asphalt, orange stutter, orange stutter, could drive a man crazy if he stares long enough. The door creaks, pours out gold light and bass. Joe posts up beside him without asking, gaze fixed out at the streetlights, his hands fumbling in the pocket of his jeans until he pulls one free again, can’t keep them still, rubs at the seam of his sleeve, scratches at the back of his neck. His heels hit the wood, scuff-scuff, until he coughs out, “Crowded in there.” Ja'Marr cuts him a side eye. He's trying, clumsy as it is, and it loosens the knot in his chest anyway.

take this with a grain of salt of course lmao. so an ex is the catalyst.. however what im getting at is it would be a compromising position they are caught in. thennnnn all hell breaks loose. they will only keep it up for...Well. Anyway. more socmed stuff from the drive...:

and then well there's this.😭😭😭😭. genuinely what the hell am i doing atp writing up fake magazines & articles. is it good tho:

okay so the general synopsis is like: joemarr fake dating au except it goes too far like wayyy too far and they're in over their heads and in too deep but how do they get out of it. do they want to get out of it (no). it's also kind of like a social media au? but not really. just walk with me.

also important to note. in this…au (?) it’s acceptable for like teammates to date each other yk? obviously issues with this in reality. but yeah in this universe, there are instances of such....

so. first and foremost. the song that spawned this. ‘is there somewhere’ by halsey (actually the whole room 93 EP) went platinum in my house when i was like 12 😭 anyway i knowww it's like infidelity coded but we can surely apply it to this context yk. genuinely i would put the whole song here LMFAO. but :

I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go Is there somewhere you can meet me? +++ But your lips hang heavy underneath me And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me +++ I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight I didn't mean to fall in love tonight You're looking like you fell in love tonight Could we pretend that we're in love?

Ok so. I think my thought process here was they're at a party or something very lowkey and for some reason or another Ja'Marr finds himself in a bind....still not entirely sure what the catalyst is anyway but Joe is always the solution for everything so: 

“I need a favor. From you.” His voice cracks just a little, nerves fraying at the edges. Joe blinks. “Um. I’ll owe you. Bad. Real bad. I know this is, uh—fuck—I know, but do you think you could—” He pauses, breath hitching, because saying it out loud feels monumental, irreversible. “Do you think you could kiss me?” Joe’s face does something hard to read—shock or confusion or maybe intrigue—and Ja'Marr winces. "It's bec—” But Joe is already kissing him. Kissing him. Not, like, a peck or anything. And it's just: Joe’s mouth, Joe’s grip, the way their breaths tangle in the tiny spaces where they break apart only to come back together. Ja’Marr goes completely blank, mind wiped clean of everything except sensation. There’s heat pooling low in his stomach, spreading in dangerous ways, and he’s pretty sure he stops breathing at some point. Definitely does not get hard. At all. Except maybe he does. A little. Fuck. “What the hell?” Ja’Marr breathes out, his voice coming out more accusatory than he intends. “I ask you to kiss me, an' you stick your tongue down my throat?” His pulse is still racing, and the spot on his lower lip where Joe bit down just slightly throbs in a way that makes him want to sit down. “What?” Joe fires back, tone defensive. “You asked me to kiss you! What did you want me to do?” “Not that!” Ja’Marr hisses, stepping closer, but only so he can lower his voice. “I didn’t even say why." Joe pouts. Ja'Marr looks over his shoulder. *explains whatever idfk* When Ja’Marr finishes, Joe nods once, all business, before reaching for him again. This kiss is somehow worse. Or better. Ja’Marr isn’t sure anymore. Joe’s lips are softer this time. Ja’Marr clutches Joe’s shoulders before he can think about it, his nails almost digging into the fabric of Joe’s shirt. They part again, and Ja’Marr doesn’t even have the energy to be mad this time. He’s lightheaded, fingers tingling, and he stays close to Joe for the rest of the night, half out of necessity, half because he feels strangely tethered to him now.

okay then the next morning:

Ja’Marr groans, face down in the pillow, and swipes blindly until his fingers close around the device. He pries one eye open to squint at the screen. Missed calls: JJ (10). Missed calls: Ma (2). Missed call: Tee. Fifty unread texts. Notifications from Twitter that look less like individual alerts and more like a scrolling brick of chaos. That cannot be good. The knock at the door comes fast and sharp, three beats, impatient. Ja’Marr doesn’t even look up. He already knows who it is. Nobody else would bother this early except Joe. “Pretty sure you have a key,” Ja’Marr calls, voice muffled by the pillow. There’s a pause, a soft huff on the other side of the door. “Forgot it.” “Of course,” Ja’Marr mutters, but he’s already rolling off the couch and padding barefoot across the hardwood. He swings the door open, rubbing at his eyes. For a second, Joe just stares at him, blinking too fast, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “What's wrong with you?” Ja’Marr asks, immediately wide awake. “Are you okay? What—” Joe steps inside without answering, brushing past him in that way that says, I don’t need permission; this is my space too. He doesn’t even wait for Ja’Marr to close the door, already pacing slow circles in the living room. He doesn’t say anything, just jerks his chin toward Ja’Marr’s phone sitting on the coffee table. Ja’Marr raises an eyebrow. “What, you blowin’ me up too? Thought you’d at least wait ‘til a reasonable hour to—” “The Internet,” Joe cuts in, his voice low and hoarse. “Have you looked?” It takes Ja’Marr a second to realize what he means. Then his stomach drops. “Oh, shit.” It is bad. Very bad. The first picture is grainy but unmistakable: him and Joe last night, tucked in the corner of the party party. Ja’Marr knows exactly the moment it’s from—Joe’s hand on his jaw, his mouth moving slow against Ja’Marr’s like they’ve got all the time in the world. The next picture’s worse, from another angle, Joe’s thumb hooked in Ja’Marr’s hoodie like he’s holding him there. There’s even a clip, a seven-second video of the kiss, and Ja’Marr watches it play on a loop until he forces himself to scroll. That's not even counting the shitshow that's on the timeline:

okay this is where. it gets funny. um not also sure how ao3 would be like with the embedding of this stuff so possibly would. just make them like text idk. also i wasn't going for accuracy here with their users obviou. sly...lol. this is like a sample i made so many shitty fake tweets

and under his last tweet a few days ago:

“Okay,” Ja’Marr says, breathing out sharply like he’s convincing himself. “It’s not—it’s not that bad, right? I mean, it’s just Twitter. People are always saying stupid shit on Twitter.” Joe doesn’t say anything. Ja’Marr laughs, a little forced, a little wild. “Like, this is gonna blow over. Nobody’s gonna remember this by next week. Hell, probably by tomorrow.” Still nothing from Joe. “It’s fine,” Ja’Marr insists, throwing his hands up. “It’s fine! It’s not like—” “Ja’Marr,” Joe interrupts, and his voice sounds kind of strangled. Ja'Marr stops in his tracks. Listens. Joe meets his eyes, deadly serious, and says, “Our jerseys sold out. Overnight.”

LMFAOOOOOOO. again not even entirely like sure like the direction here. i'm assuming like a pr stunt type of thing where they kind of just lean into it. also because they're both stupid they start having sex because hey what the hell! this isn't real! not a good idea but stupidity. then angst idk smth smth the typical breakdown of fake dating right right. fighting blah blah blah whatever. happy ending.