in which felix and jack set up a dating profile.

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"jack, it won't be that bad!"

"felix, i've told you a million times! i'm not interested!"
jack sighed, pulling off his beanie to flick and fiddle with strands of green with bubblegum pink beginning to crawl up his neck.

felix smirked, and eyed up the boy.

"it's just a harmless app, jack. what's the worst that could happen?"

"creepy stalker rapists, no, creepy stalker killer rapists."
the blond rolled his eyes, and sat up from where he lazed on jacks sofa. crystal retinas distracted themselves from jack's suspicious gaze with the small buzz from the green haired lads phone that lay discarded on the coffee table.

a text message lit up the locked screen, and felix smirked once more.

"who's that?"

jack leaned over, fingers grazing over cool oak before slipping the phone between his fingers.

"just my ma. she's the only person i talk to outside of you and marzia."

"you're so lonely. god, give me that."

without struggle, felix plucked the mobile from jack's hand, and tapped the screen.

"what are you doing? give it back!"
jack's face flamed red, fearing what god awful thing his best friend would do with his phone. the shorter boy pushed against the tallers body, leaning over the blond's shoulders as he chuckled.

jack's text conversations were displayed, only 4 threads of messages filling the space.

"oh, you weren't kidding when you said you only talk to me, marzia, and your mother. oh, and apparently pizza hut."

"hey, don't judge me."

"jack, get your laptop."

"why?"

"i'm making it my mission to get you a date. tonight."

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jack could never imagine himself on a dating site, at two am, with felix making him a profile.

yet there he was, leaned into felix's side on the sofa with the blond's legs outstretched and resting on the coffee table, the irish boys laptop on his lap.

"why are we doing this again?"

"because, you haven't been in a relationship since you were fifteen, and he was an asshole."

"no he wasn't."
jack mumbled, slightly defeated as the swede put in some basic information.

"so, jack or seán?"

"jack, just incase i do meet some creepy stalker killer rapists and they try and like, hunt me down when i don't respond."
the blue eyed boy flicked some hair from his eyes, and focused on the screen.

a selection of images were pulled open, under the file name 'selfies', and jack cringed slightly. he refused to look im that file, only ever opening it to find an old photo of him and one of his many friends.

felix smiled, hovering the cursor over a few photos.

"what about this one?"

the swede smirked as he pulled up what jack assumed to be the worst photo of him.

hands planted on his lap, leaned forward slightly, photo-jack was mid word, with a half look of innocence spread across his pale face. he hasn't even remembered where it came from.

"no."
vigorously, jack shook his head, and his companion sighed.

"oh come on, it screams lonely gay boy!"
a bout of chuckled left the swedish boy's lips.

"felix?"

"yes jack?"

"do me a favour and fuck off."

"calm down, calm down, don't get your panties in a twist. oh, what about...this one."

the icon the cursor hovered over enlarged, and jack furrowed his brow. it wasn't a bad photo - in his opinion - but he feared people would take it a little too seriously.

photo-jack looked off into the distance in mock contemplation, a tames mess of green locks brushed atop his head. blue eyes reflected warmth in the sunlight that shone from the window, unable to be seen from behind the camera.

jack simply shrugged.

"i don't know felix."

"well, alright. it's a possibile choice. but you know what they always say: third time lucky."

and the two continued scrolling, before crystal blue fell upon a picture that jack would be okay with setting as his profile photo.

"what about that one?"
a pale finger stretched outwards, pointing at an icon a few rows down from the top of jack's laptop screen. the blond smiled, and double clicked.

the photo was nice, and something jack felt comfortable with sharing.

a pleasant smile lay, spread wide across the irishmans unblemished face, and he looked to the person behind the camera. a beanie was pulled over his birds-nest hair, and glasses covered ocean eyes.

jack nodded.

felix did too.

"right, okay, we have the picture. it's perfect. now, information!"

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name: jack mcloughlin
d.o.b: 7th february 1990
age: 27
sexual orientation: gay
looking for: friends, dates, whatever
about me:
my life is consumed by video games
and coffee runs

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at three-o-three, jacks phone buzzed from the sofa, where felix lay passed out with an unwatched netflix episode still flickering on screen. he jumped, unexpecting of the notification seeing as every person worth talking to would have been asleep.

it buzzed once more, and the green haired boy leaned over to check what it was.

'matchd • you have matched with...'
'matchd • you have one new message request...'

jack smiled, and reached for his phone.

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mark.fischbach:: hello green bean !

judging from the strangers account, jack guessed the man was stable enough to talk to. there seemed to be no red flags as far as his bio went (which read the words 'not here for a good time, only here for cake'), and upon glancing at his profile photo, the irishman concluded that not only was this man deemed safe, but also attractive.

so jack replied.

j.mcloughlin:: hello :)

mark.fischbach:: how's your morning going ?

j.mcloughlin:: it's going good, im confused as to why you messaged me though...

mark.fischbach:: well, we matched for a start, and the florecent green hair was too compelling to skip !
mark.fischbach:: sorry if i came of a little too strongly :/

j.mcloughlin:: no no don't apologise
j.mcloughlin:: you seem nice!

mark.fischbach:: why thank youu

j.mcloughlin:: it's no problem :)

mark.fischbach:: so jack, if that is your real name
mark.fischback:: tell me a little about yourself

j.mcloughlin:: it's not

mark.fischbach:: hmm ?

j.mcloughlin:: jack, it's not my real name
j.mcloughlin:: though my surname is correct

mark.fischbach:: well then mcloughlin, what is the title of his green bean?

j.mcloughlin:: i'll tell you soon, but for now, just call me jack ;)

mark.fischbach:: well jack, im glad you responded to my message

j.mcloughlin:: and why would that be, mark?

mark.fischbach:: because i have a genuinely good feeling about this
mark.fischbach:: about you

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i really hope you've enjoyed this
-a