"only fools fall for you, james cook" james cook x oc [lowercase intended] cover inspired by freddycarters © hiccvps 2020

(𝘢𝘥𝘫.) 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 [𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝟐 + 𝐨𝐜]

I'm fucked, angel. so am i. we'll be fucked together, then. _________________________ A JAMES COOK FANFIC MOSSYKNEESOCKS

UNDER CONSTRUCTION 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. gen 2 (freddie x cook x oc) start - 24/07/22 end - - i own kristen, nina, & lola. all other characters go to the creators of skins. - purposely written in lower case. - 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 indicates time jump/end of a chapter - if you couldn't guess, this story will contain swearing, substance abuse, drugs, alcohol, & sexual references... because i can't write smut for the life of me.

"Katherine." "It's Kat. Just call me Kat, for fuck's sake."

What if Effy had a cousin named Sophie? How this girl's life would go in the Bristol's wild group? Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I only own Sophie and a small part of things that happens to her. So I got this idea of writing this Fanfiction because I'm rewatching Skins and I read some awesome fanfics. So I thought why not to try and write my one. My spelling is probably terrible so first of all I'm sorry for my grammar Hope you enjoy this story.

It started out with a kiss; how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss ( Cook x Freddie x Effy x OC ) - please remember i write half of these in the early mornings, which results in me using wrong names every now and then. - under serious editing

"my parents warned me about drugs in the streets but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat" read the wall of that empty damp street in that shitty town he'd led her to. She felt her heart clench while taking in the words, turning the urge to cry into something inevitable once again, however, tears didn't fall this time. that girl had already cried them all, for him. all she could do now was let out a sarcastic laugh and a somewhat annoyed huff that portrayed the ironic situation fate had got her into by making the poorly executed grafitti find her the night when everything became officially fucked up. "Sometimes I just wish we hadn't met" Her bitter confession echoed through the nights crisp air "Fuck this, fuck him." And with that stated she allowed the smoke of the fourth spliff to fill her lungs. She hoped that one would be the one that would actually numb her aching heart as the three previous ones were supposed to. It wasn't.