#c; jasmin

[thebestprewett]

Send me 🚪 for our characters to be stuck in a broom closet together.  ( @macjasmin​ )

“Peeves, you asshole,” Gideon grumbled, trying the door handle. It was no use, and Gideon turned to Jasmin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sooo... I’m pretty sure we’re stuck in here.” 

[yourgrcvity]

starter for idk.... someone @reattachmcnts

Jasmin paced. She practically ran-- jogged back and forth and even up and down. She had walked up those stairs and then down them again more times than she had in virtually ever. It was the most exercise she'd experienced since graduating from high school because let’s face it-- who really wanted to work out? Surely not her, but now she was out of breath and standing directly in front of Valerie Campos-Kennedy's apartment. Her hand raised. It fell. Somewhat anxiously it raised again. Everything in her body was screaming that this was a terrible idea. She hadn't seen the brunette in weeks-- longer than she'd been in France. Jasmin never shied away from things and she wasn’t about to start. Now was no different but she also possessed what some didn't; a brain. Since their encounter at the wedding, she knew that the other girl wouldn't want to see her. Why would she? She'd managed to both crap on what had been brewing between them for years and their friendship in one breath. Still, she found herself outside of her place. Plain and simply, she missed Val. “Fuck it,” she muttered to herself, warranting a judging stare from some old dude down the hall. He said something, loudly, but she didn't catch it as her hand lightly tapped on the door. “Oh, fuck off...” Several knocks later, she sighed. She refused to leave until she was at least told to do so. “I know you're there, Val. You smell like...” She sniffed. “Something sweet and you’re making me hungry.” 

[yourgrcvity]

;)   @thequeensxgambit    ;) 

Jasmin stood in the doorway of the kitchen. A cigarette bounced between her fingers, preparing for her break. Bright blues locked on the unfamiliar girl. Unabashedly, she found herself staring. She was both undressing her with her eyes-- and mentally painting in her likeness. It was completely unprofessional. The waitress could lose her job if her boss actually did his job. He didn't. “You know when George told me about the new girl-- I was not expecting this,” she smirked, taking a step closer. “I'm Jaz. I’m lead on weekends. So, figured I should get introductions and shit out of the way since you'll be seeing me a lot in here.” 

[coryaxley]

|| @macjasmin​

Corban swirled his glass of whiskey, eyes drawn to the contents rather than the festivities raging around him. He wasn’t paritcularly enthralled about a wedding, especially when it was a Black marrying a muggleborn, but there was booze and he needed a distraction. 

Hearing someone approach him, Corban went to snap at them - until his eyes focused on Jasmin. “Well if it isn’t my favourite Macmillan,” He mused, lips curving up into a smirk as he drained the glass of whiskey. “How are you doing, my love?”

[yourgrcvity]

my hot fiancee;;

Jasmin: so, don't be mad.

Jasmin: i love you.

Jasmin: have i reminded you of how beautiful you look?

Jasmin: and this 800 cradle.

Jasmin: [insert image]

[yourgrcvity]

“You'll love this place! Trust me! They have the best fruit. Oh, it's so fresh. It's like an orgasm in your mouth!” Beaming, Jasmin held onto the Brit's hand as she  led them towards the next vender. Once they were at her table, she looked over the mangoes and kiwis. “How much is this,” she asked, receiving no answer in return. Instead, she got the wind knocked out of her. “How long have you two been married,” the woman asked, glancing between the two. Her gaze inevitably on Lauren’s stomach. That immediately caused the blonde to shift uncomfortably. “Um, we're not... yet...” Jasmin murmured, dropping her hand on instinct. “Oh, that's a shame you, you make such a lovely couple.” Blue hues flickered between the lady and her girlfriend-- silently pleading for the latter to take control of the conversation.

[yourgrcvity]

imessage → my hot zookeeper

Jasmin: babe! i miss your face. is it the 20th yet? i can't concentrate on anything else right now.

Jasmin: how are you feeling? are you eating healthy? your greens?

Jasmin: are you resting?

Jasmin: have i mentioned that i love you?