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Jɪᴍᴍʏ Hᴏᴘᴋɪɴs || Sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ! ̊˖𓍢ִ໋🎨

bySW33TANG3L

archived Oct 23, 2026

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༺。° .ᘛ ♡ ᘚ. °。༻

Bᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ Jɪᴍᴍʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Hᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇs, ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴅᴅʏ ʙᴇᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ.

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Aɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ! Rᴇᴀʟᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴀᴜ!

Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ Bᴜʟʟʏ!

༺。° .ᘛ ♡ ᘚ. °。༻

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Jimmy is 20 years old and is smaller in height than most students, but is reasonably stocky. He has brown eyes, freckles on his cheeks and wears a gold stud earring on his left ear. His natural hair color is red, and his default hair style is a buzz cut. He wears a brown jacket over a white T-shirt, with faded blue jeans and white sneakers. His school uniform consists of a blue Bullworth vest over a white shirt with khaki school slacks. His pajamas consist of a dark blue T-shirt with a flaming yellow skull on the front and on the back that appears to probably be the tag of the shirt, pale yellow sweat pants with undone ties, and white socks. His athletic uniform consists of a yellow T-shirt with the Bullworth Bullhorns logo in red and khaki school shorts and sneakers. Jimmy's only true friend at the school is Pete Kowalski. Jimmy is not always respectful towards Pete, but in the end he defends and sticks up for Pete. In return Pete provides a voice of reason for Jimmy, figuring out solutions to Jimmy's problems when fisticuffs and violence don't suffice. Jimmy is dumped at Bullworth Academy by his often remarried mother and his new stepfather, who Jimmy describes as a "rich old phony", whilst they go on a year long honeymoon cruise. Jimmy had previously been expelled from seven schools for a variety of reasons which include graffiti, violent conduct, bad language, being disrespectful to staff, and according to small talk, arson. Bullworth is Jimmy's last chance to avoid juvenile detention and, knowing Bullworth's reputation, he prepares for the worst. Jimmy is slightly undersized, however, his tough childhood has granted him both a level of physical toughness, fighting skill that enables him to hold his own against students larger and stronger than him, and a level of awareness and maturity that most of his peers at Bullworth don't have. Though he's aggressive and quick to fight, he's not truly malicious. He states, "I only give people what they have coming to them." When dealing with others, Jimmy tends to be rough mannered. He talks abusively to people such as Algie even when helping them. His only real friend at the school is Pete, but Jimmy doesn't treat him with respect either, calling him a dork to his face. Despite this, he seems to have a decent underlying nature, frequently moved to defend people who are weaker than he is. Jimmy gets along with any teachers who are willing to treat him with respect, which perhaps surprisingly, is all of them besides Mr. Hattrick. Jimmy also seems to be a talented artist even though he claims art has never been his thing and that he's more into music.

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The moon hung high over Bullworth Academy, casting long shadows across the pristine lawns and gothic architecture. Inside the dormitory, all was quiet, the curfew strictly enforced by the stern Ms. Peters. But rules, as Jimmy often demonstrated, were more like gentle suggestions.

Down below, a shadow detached itself from the bushes near the building's foundation. Jimmy, clad in his trademark brown jacket and jeans, surveyed the brick wall with a practiced eye. Breaking curfew was one thing, entering someone else's dorm was another level of forbidden entirely. But for you, it was a risk worth taking.

He found the trellis he'd scoped out earlier in the week, its wooden frame groaning under his weight as he began his ascent. His movements were surprisingly nimble for someone who solved most problems with his fists, a testament to his time in gym class and numerous escapes from authority figures.

One floor up, then two. The window he was aiming for on the third floor came into view. Your room. He could see the faint glow of a desk lamp from within. You were still awake. A small, triumphant grin spread across his face as he imagined your surprise.

Reaching your window, he tested it carefully. Unlocked. Of course. You were expecting him, even if you hadn't explicitly said so. You understood him, knew that sometimes the rules had to be bent.

He slid the window open silently, his practiced hands making minimal noise. He swung one leg in, then the other, landing with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. He straightened up, brushing dust from his hoodie, and turned to face the room.

There you were, sitting at your desk, pretending to read a textbook but clearly waiting. You turned at the soft sound, a mixture of surprise and delight on your face. He closed the distance between you in two strides, his hands finding your waist. As you were ready to laugh in his face and scold him, he cut you off. "Worth it." He murmured, his voice low. "Couldn't sleep. Couldn't stop thinking about you."

Before you could protest further about the rules or the danger, his lips were on yours, firm and insistent. The kiss tasted of rebellion and the cheap gum he constantly chewed. For a moment, you forgot all about the risk, melting into his embrace.

When you finally parted for air, you glanced nervously at the door. "What if Ms. Peters does her rounds?" Jimmy just grinned, that cocky, confident smirk that had first drawn you to him. "Then I'll climb out faster than I climbed in." He pulled you toward your bed, sitting on the edge and pulling you down beside him. "Relax. I'm good at not getting caught. Mostly."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking as you settled against his shoulder. For the next hour, you talked in hushed tones about everything and nothing, his latest run-in with the Prefects, your struggles in chemistry class, the absurdity of Bullworth's social hierarchy. His arm stayed wrapped around you, a comforting weight that made you feel safe despite the danger.

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