#pastel sundae girl

[reythesilly]

Maggie doodles because I was feeling sad

[blush-chiffon]

🩷❤️ Coach Sundae Edition 🩷❤️

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Jinx

(X) = Smut

When I was younger @nyx--knacks Summary: Jinx is sent away to a finishing school for girls with behavioral problems. Enter you, her white walled angel.  Warnings: Mental health Special Tags: None

Her soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be.  Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: Soulmate Au

Your grace @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You never left Jinx Warnings: None Special Tags: Muilty chapter

Sister @yanderes-galore-galore Summary: Jinx takes you in as her new sister. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Pink @insane-arcane Summary: You have pink hair and Jinx is easily confused. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Jinx falls in love @insane-arcane Summary: You are Caitlyn's sibling and Jinx falls for you Warnings: Emotional manipulation Special Tags: None

Safe Hands @yanderegrizzsworld Summary: Jinx hands are safe only when they hold you. Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping Special Tags: Muilty chapter.

Airhead @crusty-chronicles Summary: You can be a Airhead Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Wings @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have wings Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Zombie @angelltheninth Summary: You survive with Jinx. Warnings: Blood. Special Tags: Head con

Run away @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You run away Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con.

Toxic @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You see how toxic they can be. Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

We can Be family @lovelybrooke Summary: They deiced you are family. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Marrying into the Family @peoplesgraves Summary: You do not know if Silco likes. So Jinx has him talk to you. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

A mishap @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have a panic attack while on the job. Warnings: Mental health. Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au, Ft. Silco

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None, Ft. Silco

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None

Strap and Hair @obsessedduh (X) Summary: You like to pull Jinx hair Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Please Don't Leave Me Again! @0starwomen0 Summary: You are Jinx toy. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Helping Hand @obsessedduh (X) Summary: Jinx catching reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Hidden @rougecreator1 Summary: As a magic user you must hide you abilities, even form those you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Confession @buryustogether Summary: Two of you confess your love for each other Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

First time @obsessedduh (X) Summary: It is Jinx first time and your more then happy to help Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Sweetheart @pow-pow1111 Summary: You like to playfight with your girlfriend. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Good Luck Charm @fr3sh-tragedies Summary: Jinx has been told she's a mistake and a...well, a jinx her whole life, which is why it's such a surprise when you tell her she's your good luck charm. Warnings: None Special Tag: Angst, Fluff

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder @jinxs-gf Summary: You’re an artist, giddy at the thought of creating a portrait of Jinx, your lover. Except she can’t understand why you’d want a portrait of her. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Stupid Silco! @bluefootedbooby Summary: Silco does not like you at all. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Packing Up @bluefootedbooby Summary: It your wedding day Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Cake @liciapeonia Summary: You make a cake for your best girl. Warnings: None Special Tag: Baker AU

Beautiful, toots @bluefootedbooby Summary: You do not like how you look. Jinx loves you. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Good luck, babe! @starless-nightz Summary: You have to leave the woman you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: Arranged Marriage AU

A Little Morning Mishap @manias-wordcount Summary: Jinx tries surprising reader with like breakfast in bed Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Packing Up @bluefootedbooby Summary: It time to leave Piltover Warnings: Angst Special Tag: None

Dont leave me! @starless-nightz Summary: Jinx is all in her head. Warnings: Mental Health. Special Tag: None

you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours @lycastatic Summary: There is only one bed Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Just come home @fortunxa Summary: In a mix of alcohol and jealousy, heartbreaks can get confusing. Warnings: Murder Special Tag: None

Just come home @fortunxa Summary: They say the longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss. But, darling, I’m starving, so don’t keep me guessing. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

friendly sleepover @jinxificada Summary: in the nature of your friendship, neck kisses are just the smallest of love expression. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Blue hair, blue eyes, blue lights @fortunxa Summary: The chances of a blue-haired girl being chased by the cops and hopping in my car, simply yelling “Drive!” are low, but never zero. Warnings: None Special Tag: Mutli Part

songs explain what I can’t. @jinxs-gf  Summary: You’re writing a song to confess your feelings to your best friend. only it does the opposite and your best friend believes her feelings for you are unrequited. Warnings: None Special Tag: Modern AU

leave it to her. @jinxificada Summary: for once, you were taken care of. Warnings: None Special Tag: None.

leave it to her. @jinxs-gf Summary: it’s your first night working at The Last Drop. the stories of jinx being an…interesting customer are true Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Jinx x Reader

Please, I'm really sorry @yolli-es Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None.

Forget her @lovedrruunk  Summary: In which you get played by your situationship. Jinx thinks you deserve better anyway Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Come to Bed, Jinx @ha-rinrin Summary: After days of sleepless nights and drowning herself in Silco’s unfinished business, Jinx’s exhaustion is overwhelming.  Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Torn Between Fire and Ice @ha-rinrin Summary: In a world divided between Piltover’s rules and Zaun’s chaos, a forbidden connection grows. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Caitlyn's Little Sister

bratty sub @ha-rinrin (X) Summary: bratty sub jinx x dom fem!reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Sweet Distractions @ha-rinrin Summary: In the quiet of a lonely night, a familiar chaos slips through the window Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

BLOMSTERTID @mo0nfairy  Summary: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli Part, Arcane x reader

Home in the Madness @ha-rinrin Summary: In the heart of a chaotic hideout, surrounded by machinery and unfinished projects, a makeshift family finds comfort in each other. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Is there something wrong with my pants @ha-rinrin Summary: Jinx's comes home after getting half of Zaun out of Stillwater with a doubt on her mind Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Moms @animeshotsh Summary: You are worried since your girlfriend has dissapear since Silco's death. Only for her to show up at your home, but not alone. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Your Mom @jinxs-gf Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

The look of love @starless-nightz Summary: inx always believed that she would end up alone, she always did. That was until you and Isha came into her life and now she finally has something—someone—worth living for. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Little brat @insomniadreamzz (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Not So Picture Perfect @getthehexstrap Summary: reader’s parents are meeting Jinx for the first time for Christmas dinner. They ultimately disapprove of Jinx, Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Next To You @madebycloud Summary: christmas comes around, you and your girlfriend prepare for a special day with Isha Warnings: None Specials Tags: Modern Au

purpose of fun love @amastarxoxo (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Yandere Au, Model Au, Mulit Part

Dress Me like Your French Girls @mossangelll Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Yandere AU, ft. Caitlyn Kiramman

How I met your grandfather @prismkith Summary: jinx like introducing her girlfriend, reader to vander/warwick Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Baby blue and the mouse @misswynters Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Sister Au

Through Ash and Iron @playboysaleen Summary: Through Ash and Iron plunges you into the heart of Piltover’s gritty streets, where you’ve always felt the weight of your family’s failures. Rejected from the Junior Enforcer Program, your anger burns brighter than ever—until one fateful punch changes everything. The eyes of Piltover’s elite may look down on you, but it’s the wild eyes of Jinx that truly see you. She’s chaos personified, and you’re drawn to the destruction she promises. But that’s not all. Caitlyn Kiramman, a poised enforcer with a soft spot for rebels like you, offers you a chance to rewrite your future—if you can control the rage you can’t seem to escape. Torn between the order Caitlyn represents and the dangerous freedom Jinx offers, you stand at the crossroads of two worlds. As your power grows, so does the tension between these two women. One promises a chance at belonging, while the other ignites a fire you didn’t know you had. But the choices you make will change everything—not just for you, but for both cities teetering on the edge of war. Who will you choose? And how much of yourself will you lose along the way? Warnings: None Specials Tags: ft. Caitlyn Kiramman

Yandere @xlovely-daydreamsx Summary: They will will do anything for the reader besides let them leave? Warnings: Kidnaping, manipulation Specials Tags: Yandere Au

Protective Predator @am-i-interrupting Summary: omega!Jinx with an alpha reader where Jinx gets surprised when reader gets protective Warnings: None Special Tag: Omegaverse

Monster @zeroxxlhero (X) Summary: After Vi’s run-in with the hunter, Caitlyn sets out on the journey to find such woman—her intentions to feast on you and suck your blood dry for even crossing into her territory. But things don’t seem to work out that way and she finds herself at the mercy of you just as Vi once was. Warnings: None Special Tag: Vampire AU, Hunter AU

PAINT YA' PRETTY @reign-azzz (X) Summary: Y/n has a gig, leave it to Jinx for making her pretty, and presentable Warnings: None Special Tag: None

You're here that's the thing @madebycloud Summary: home isn't a four walls and a roof nor the material things that fill in it. it's the warmth in jinx's eyes whenever she smiles at you, it's the little hands clinging to your shirt as they cross the street. home is right here Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Unnamed @misswynters Summary: Jinx having a gf who’s touchy and affectionate Warnings: None Special Tag: None

[imgirlblogger]

When Anna was a little girl, her dreams sparkled with the vision of a whimsical ice cream shop. A place straight out of a fairy tale. She imagined it bathed in pastel hues, with walls that seemed to hum with happiness and the comforting aroma of freshly baked waffle cones swirling in the air.

/It would be magical/ Anna had whispered to herself, picturing the glow of sunlight reflecting off glass jars filled with colorful sprinkles. Behind the counter, she saw her younger self, smiling as wide as the sky, handing out scoops of creamy delight. Each cone and sundae wasn’t just a treat. It was a little piece of happiness, made with love and a sprinkle of magic.

In her dream, the shop was always alive with the melody of joy. Children giggled as they held their cones close, their faces lighting up with every bite, while friends and families shared stories over bowls of sweet indulgence. The soft clinking of spoons against glass bowls mingled with the hum of cheerful chatter, creating a symphony of warmth.

🍦 🍧 🍨 🍩

🍪 🎂 🍰 🧁

/Every scoop is a smile/ Anna had thought, imagining her shop as a safe haven where troubles melted away like ice cream under the summer sun. Though she’s grown now, that dream hasn’t faded. It lingers in her heart like a cherished song.

Even today, when she thinks of her childhood, the memory of that little ice cream shop reminds her of the joy she once dreamed of sharing. It’s a vision she carries with her, a gentle reminder of the simple, magical pleasures that make life so sweet ✿ ✿ ✿

[shieldretired]

@peacereflected ;; new girl quotes (still accepting) Bucky said: "I mean, you're not not making sense."

                             "JEEZ, BUCKY," Steve says with a roll of his eyes. "Would it really hurt you to say something like you're absolutely right, Steve, and I can't believe I ever doubted you in my life? Because I have the feeling that this would be the proper reaction after showing you the world's best ice cream parlor." He gestures at the small but cozy shop: it's all about pastels (pastel pink, pastel green, and pastel blue), and it smells heavenly of fruit and vanilla. A firm-sounding lady bosses people around in Italian in the back of the store. "Now eat some more of your sundae and tell me what angels you're hearing whispering in your ear. Strawberry ice cream definitely makes Archangel Michael talk to me," Steve adds before taking another bite of his sundae, closing his eyes for maximum bliss.

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Messages for her, hidden in the flowers”

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▸ 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but you think otherwise. The scentless, lifeless stones cannot hold a candle to flowers with vast array of colours, shapes, and scents that are brimming with life. Diamonds are superior to flowers only when it comes to price which you believe is more a drawback than a selling point. On the other hand, the affordability of flowers, in addition to their prettiness and aroma, is really just the cherry on the sundae.

Surrounded by vibrant colours and bathed in fragrant air, heaven for you is found inside your quaint little floral boutique. Currently, you are stood behind the counter in contemplation of the vision before you, convinced that either you have just perished and gone to actual heaven, or a celestial entity has fallen out of heaven, and out of all the corners of the world, happens to land directly on the doorstep of your little haven.

So majestically tall is she that her impeccably styled lily white locks softly caress the ceiling of your dainty shop. As ridiculous as it sounds, envy erupts inside you, secretly, greedily hoping that you too could be blessed by a touch of this lovely creature, as if getting to behold her alone does not make you the luckiest person ever to have walked the earth.

The object of your fascination is oblivious to her admirer as she herself is absorbed in the object of her fascination; Peonies in particular seem to have caught her eyes. Meanwhile, you are held spellbound by the way she is entranced by them; crystal blue eyes shimmer and shine, as though sprinkled with moon dust, in what you can only describe as childish glee. Her lips, oh her lips, scarlet and succulent, unfurl like a red rose in bloom, and your breath catches in your throat at the radiant smile that seems to bathe you in its glow.

And when her sunshine smile seeks its sole audience, instigating the collision of your gazes, you manage a smile of your own, gentle, whereas in fact, your heart is anything but calm.

Additionally, you learn rather quickly that not only does she look the part of an Angel, she certainly walks like one, light on her feet, carrying herself with grace and glamour of an otherworldly creature.

“What a lovely shop you have here!”

The angelic voice that drenches your ears in honeydew does not come as a surprise. Grinning, you take the compliment quite gleefully.

“Thanks, she’s my pride and joy.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh, you’re not wrong. I’m new in town.”

“I know my eyes would not have missed a charming sight.” Not once has her smile wavered, but something enigmatic flickers in her eyes as they stay glued to yours. While you hold the stare as best as you can, she is quick to yield. Gesturing around with her hands, her attention is bestowed upon plethora of colours, from bold to pastel with their own unique charms. “The flowers here are a delight.” The way her eyes fall blissfully shut after a hearty inhale is a testament to the sweetness of flowers, not only in appearance but also in aroma.

“As it so happens, today is my first day of business which also makes you my very first customer. Do you see anything that tickles your fancy?”

“My, how flattering! I do, yes.”

“Peonies, I hope?”

“You’ve been observing me, it seems.” Her query holds in it a trickle of tease, and you respond in kind, a coy smile touching your lips. “Would you mind terribly if I have?”

“Hardly.”

A minute or so must have ticked by as your gazes caress each other. The silence that surrounds you is thick but not unpalatable. Nonetheless, being ensnared in those eyes the hue of deep blue sea is proved too perilous. Stupid though it is, the idea of throwing yourself into the inviting blue is quite enticing, and you know that as soon as your body is enveloped in the cool, cerulean water, either you swim back to the surface now, or you will find yourself, sooner rather than later, sinking into the seemingly bottomless depths.

You prevent the inevitable by initiating conversation, gesturing towards the flowers with a quick lift of your hands.

“So, would you like me to arrange the Peonies?”

“Oh!” She begins, somewhat crestfallen. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to make any purchases. That was, until I stumbled upon your shop. Although I fancy the idea of treating myself to a beautiful bouquet, I’m afraid I don’t presently have my purse on me.”

You do not fancy the thought of having your encounter cut short, not to mention, the goddess of a woman walking out of your shop barehanded. Whatever the cost, you have every intention of making her your very first customer.

“How about this? I’ll make you the bouquet regardless. You’re welcome to pay me another day.”

“That’s so kind of you!”

You are not very sure about that, but she does not have to know. Your kindness, after all, does not come without ulterior motives.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on the offer, then.”

“Of course not. What colour of Peonies would you like me to arrange?”

“The pink ones, if you please.”

There it is again, her million-watt smile, having the alarming effect of rendering your heart untamed.

“Of course.”

The task of hand-picking the flowers one by one is carried out in accompany with the occasional oohs and ahhs as the white haired goddess roams your shop. Her appreciation for your passion is apparent on her face, and although it fills you with joy to see her so full of love and adoration for your flowers, you wish you can tell her that they do not hold a candle to her. You may hold your flowers dear to your heart, but the truth is the truth.

It is after twining a string of silk over and around the wrappings, and amidst tying a bow, that she finds her way back to your side. With the picture-perfect ribbon in place and the bouquet ready, you look up from the table. Only then do you notice that there is very little space between the two of you. It continues to only dwindle as she keeps leaning forward.

The clock stops ticking. The leave that has just left the branch stops short of kissing the earth. You watch yourself in the reflection of her eyes, cheeks dusted cherry red and lips barely apart.

Her hands are encased in cream coloured gloves, and the leather feels comfortably cool and soothingly smooth on your skin as two fingers and a thumb take a gentle hold of your jaw. So close is her face to yours that her breath tickles your nose, and you are cocooned in perfumed air, rich unlike the faint fragrance of your flowers, albeit not overwhelmingly so. It is very much addictive, the kind of smell that you can never get enough of, tantalisingly sweet, like the woman herself.

With bated breath, you wait, wide-eyed and petrified, until leather cladded fingers descend upon the apple of your cheek. Once they leave, there on the tip of her lovely, long forefinger, lies a single lash.

“Make a wish.” She says, red rose thriving once again into a charming smile.

Staring into those sapphire blues, you silently utter your desperate desire, Please, please, please, let us cross paths again. With a face like that in front of your very eyes, that puts renaissance sculptures to shame, distraction is bound to come. She’s so pretty, it hurts. I wonder if her cheeks feel as soft as they look. God, I want to touch them.

“Well?”

Enamoured into a daze, you can only watch her in dumb confusion.

“Have you made your wish?” Finally, her elaboration has you blurting out your confirmation. “Oh, yes! Yes, I have.”

Arising back to her full glorious height, lips the colour of carmine form a perfect “O”, towards which her hand flies. Once an exhale is released, propelled by the air that leaves her lips, your little lash successfully takes off from her fingertip. It vanishes into thin air.

“Whatever you’ve wished for, I sincerely wish for it to be fulfilled.”

She is the magnificent moon hanging high in the onyx sky, looking down upon you, who is marvelling at her beauty, with kind eyes teeming with warmth.

“Me too.”

It takes all your willpower, you realise unsurprisingly, to unstick your eyes from her face.

You have to do so however in order to pick up the bundle of flowers delicately in your hands before offering it to her.

“Well, here it is. Your bouquet of pink Peonies.”

“Oh my!” She plucks it out of your hand with great gentleness, cradles it close to her bosom as though it is a babe. “Are those tulips I’m seeing?”

“Yes. They’re a gift from me.”

“Why, you spoil me darling! Thank you.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, colouring them the same shade of her lips.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Very well then. Until next time, I suppose.”

“Until next time.”

And then, she is gone, walking out into the world just as magically as she has appeared inside your safe little space.

If you are being completely honest, you have half a mind to gift her the Peonies as well. However, you know that if you do so, there is hardly a chance of the majestically beautiful woman finding herself in your shop again. The situation calls for cunning cleverness, and when the opportunity has presented itself like an oasis in the desert, you have no reasons not to make the most of it. You only hope that your Angel will keep her end of the bargain. She has not pegged you for someone who is deceiving, but then again, you have a reputation of being an awful judge of character.

In the end, only time will tell.

[georgiapeach30513]

Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 5

Summary: Robert shows you just how much he’s into frozen treats, and you discover what it is that he does.

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, Smut, Praise kink, bomb pop kink (when it’s Mr. Freezy, it’s a thing), licking, oral sex (F&M receiving), fingering, ice cream sundae kink, sharing, eating ice cream off body parts, possessiveness, degradation, implied PIV sex, sub/dom dynamics 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5k

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Week’s pass and you continue your new life with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Another incident of misbehavior doesn’t happen.  He’ll impatiently tsk you if you start toeing the line of not following the rules, and wanting his approval and praise more than ever you correct yourself.  And you love taking care of him, and he rewards you with the most delicious orgasms while he fucks into you with such fervor and need.  

Taking a nap on the couch you’re awoken by the rustling of paper, and the low moaning of Robert.  He sits on the coffee table, leaning over towards you as he opens up the red, white, and blue bomb pop.  Slowly his fingers peel down the paper, watching your eyes fill with the lust as your pupils over take your eyes.  “What’s the matter Pretty Girl?  Jus’ having a snack.” he whispers while licking his lips.  His tongue that works you so well makes you writhe around, wanting him to touch you so bad.  “Undress yourself.”  Robert’s voice commanding while the bomb pop enters his mouth.

Not moving fast enough an evil sneer appears on his face, “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.  Whose dirty little slut, are you?” “Yours, Sir.” “Then undress yourself, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”  Quickly you begin removing your suburban housewife clothing.  The soft pastel shades that match perfectly to the ice cream he keeps stocked in the truck.  The truck that he’s refused to let you go in.  You know there’s more to that truck than what he claims, but you would never do anything that would upset your Sir.  With every article of clothing that comes of your skin the swelling in his pants get bigger.

His mouth continues to suck on the bomb pop watching you intently.  Once completely naked before him, his hand manipulates your body on the couch; feet in the floor, ass as the edge of the cushion, and his hand presses against the swell of your breast, cupping it and pinching your nipple, all the while pushing you to lean back on the back of the couch.

Kneeling in the floor, he spreads your thighs, securely planting himself center of your waiting core, but denies the touch.  “Please, Sir.” your voice a whimpering mess but he only tsks your whining.  Bringing the bomb pop to your body he trails the frozen treat over your heated skin.  Watching as it melts on contact.  Sticky trails of the confection drip down your curves.  Goosebumps raise along your skin with the chill that the popsicle creates.

The red dye coats your nipples when he circles the bomb pop around your pebbled peaks.  His bright blue eyes that are one of your favorite features of his, the eyes that only he allows you to fully gaze upon, studies your every movement to the way he moves the dessert over your body.  Bringing the melted popsicle up to your mouth, the most mischievous grin flashes across his face, “Show me how you can suck my cock.  And don’t stop until it’s gone.” You grab up the wilted ice cream, using the pitiful sized stick to turn him on even more, while his tongue licks up the sticky mess on your body.  Humming at the taste of the sickeningly sweet pop mixed with your flavor.  Lips attaching to your body while he gives certain areas more attention, causing reddened bruises to appear on your body.  Marking you as his Pretty Girl, as his perfect little slut.  His eyes never leave your face, watching the care you take in sucking on the treat.   Leaning his body forward he fully sinks himself down to where you had been wanting him.  “Holy shit!” he exclaims after the first swipe of his tongue through your folds.  “My dirty little slut loved me teasing her, didn’t she?”  Still sucking on the slowly dwindling bomb pop you nod, not daring to stop.  “You’ve made a mess on the couch, Pretty Girl.  We’ve got company coming later.  You think he’ll mind sitting here?  He better fucking not.  I’ll shove his face in your mess and make him taste how wet I make her.” You hum at his filthy words to you.  “Would you like him tasting your fucking mess?”  Slowly he enters three fingers in your slicked up channel.  Loving the stretch over his fingers.  He loves trying to stretch you beyond your limits, mixing a bit of pain in your pleasure.  Always assuring yourself that you can take it.  “God you’re such a whore.  My whore.  Feel ‘er flutter around my fingers when I talk dirty to you.” Finally, you finish the pop, holding tightly to the remaining wooden stick, “Love it when you talk dirty to me.” “I know you do.”  Curling his fingers, he rubs over your g spot.  “You love it because you’re my dirty little slut.  Going to have sundaes later for dessert.  You won’t mind letting company have some of our sundaes, would you?”  

You have no idea who he’s talking about, or why you should care if they eat sundaes at the house, but you nod.  “Yes.  Gonna eat sundaes for dessert.  Fuck…don’t stop.  I’m…right…” your voice trails off as he ruthlessly pumps his thick fingers in you, issuing a toe-curling orgasm.  Pulling him up your body to kiss him.  His tongue immediately enters your mouth, and you lick up the remaining flavor of yourself mixed with the frozen treat.

“Your turn.”  You tell him, setting him down on the couch.  Your naked body walks into the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream.  Robert’s hand already wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist.  

“Mmm…” his humming is so low; you moan with the vibrations.  Squeezing out a swirl of whipped cream on his tongue, and smiling at him eating the cream, you plant yourself in between his thighs, kneeling before your Sir, wanting him good and relaxed so you can ask him more about what it is he does.

Bending the nozzle, you squirt out a stripe up his length.  Your tongue licking up the sweet cream while your eyes watch him.  His hands push back your hair as you continue to kiss and lick up his member.  “Sir?”

“Yes, Pretty Girl?” his voice so heavy with his lust, you can tell he wants you to fully take his cock into your mouth, but you need answers first.

“Am I your good girl?”  he nods his head in agreement, his fingers tangle in your hair as he tries forcing you on his cock.  “I want to fully be a part of your life.” smiling at your admittance to being completely with him he pulls you even closer, you lick up the underside of his length, paying extra time with the thick vein.  “You know I adore you.  Love the way you’ve taken care of me.  Made me open my eyes.  You ever going to let me know what it is you do?  I know you don’t just sell ice cream.”

“I could tell you, but I’d have to…” “You wouldn’t kill me.  Don’t I take care of you to?  Just want to know everything about you.”  Finally, you wrap your lips around his angry cock.  Kitten licking his tip before fully sinking your mouth on him.  Pushing down until you feel his tip hit your tonsils.  Rolling your eyes up to watch him.

“I wouldn’t kill you.”  his voice thick and heavy like his cock in your mouth.  You bob your head on him, still watching his face contort with the pleasure you give him.  “I would kill for you.  You understand?” you hum a yes, feeling his cock twitch with the low vibrations.  “That’s what I do.  Take care of people, when it’s asked of me.  Good at what I do.  Now, that you’re fully in.  You are my queen, and I will make sure you’re treated with respect.”

Usually while aroused he speaks with such anger and filth; in this moment he is nearly tender.  Once he realizes how sweet he’s being his tone changes.  “Now, be a good little slut.  Make me cum.”  Robert’s hands grip tightly on your head, shoving you down on his cock and bringing you back up at the speed he deems perfect.  Using your mouth to fuck him.  Not caring that your gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat harshly.  Not caring about the saliva that falls from your lips, creating strings, connecting your mouth to the base of him.  Tears sting your eyes, and you love it.  Love how demanding and controlling he is with you.  Anything that you could possibly think of he wants to take care of it.  Willing to kill for you.  

“Taking me so well.  So.  Fucking.  Well.”  You feel him quiver on your tongue, and see the tightening in his abs, knowing he’s close.  Before he shoots his load in the back of your throat he pulls out, painting the swell of your tits.  “Wanted to do that, just for this.”  You’re not sure where the spoon came from, but he holds one in his hand, scraping up the thick creamy spend off of you, spooning it into your waiting mouth.  “Good girl.”

Your back flat on the kitchen table, nothing on but your panties, you watch Robert skillfully scoop up different flavors of ice cream, placing it around your chest.  Building himself the perfect ice cream sundae on your body.  “Gonna have to hold still,” he warns, replacing a scoop that you wiggled off.  As it melts it creates creamy streams that run down your body.  

Grabbing up the hot fudge sauce he drizzles it over the ice cream and randomly on your body.  The frozen cream that has chilled your skin mixed with the nearly too hot sauce makes you whimper, pouting up at his face with all the sensations he creates on your body.  Quivering because he doesn’t stop to touch you, just places the spoon in your mouth to lick clean.  Hearing the front door open, you freeze.  “S’okay, pretty girl.  We’ve been expecting him.”

In walks the mystery man.  “Can we not talk without her always being naked?” “You have a problem with her?  Fucking tell her.”  He wouldn’t dare say anything negative about you.  “I invited you for sundaes.  Get a bite.”  The man doesn’t know what to do, but his refusal to do such pisses Robert off, “I said to get a fucking bite.”  He pulls up a gun pointing it at the man, who turns to the silverware drawer.  “No, your mouth will do.” “Pronge.”

“I’m giving you permission.  Just fucking get a bite before I change my mind.”  His broad body leans over yours, finding the largest mound of ice cream, the last scoop that sits on your frozen nipple.  He takes a little nibble before, beginning to lean back.  Harshly Robert’s hand connects with the back of his neck, shoving him fully down on your breast and you yelp, releasing a wanton mewl up at your Sir.  “I said a fucking bite.  Such a damn dumb ass.”  His grip never loosens, while the man bites your nipple in the process of trying to get the scoop fully his mouth.  “She’s fucking tasty, isn’t she?”  His hand finally soothes along your cheek, looking down at you with such care and love.

“Yeah.  Delicious.”

“I’m going to finish dessert.  You two talk.”  Robert’s mouth bites up every bit of the vanilla and chocolate.  Licking up the melted streams off your body.

“It feels weird not knowing your name.”  You meet his bright blue eyes.  Much brighter than Robert’s, more of a true blue.

“Don’t need it.” “Don’t be fucking rude ass hole.  Give her something to call you.  His name starts with a C.  What do you think you should call him pretty girl?” “Hmm…C?”  Intaking a quick breath of air as Robert fully intakes your nipple into his greedy mouth.  Sucking on it while his tongue flicks around on the hardened bud.  “You look like a Cherry Pop with your blushing cheeks.  Gonna call you Cherry, okay?”

He rolls his eyes, watching Robert who continues licking up your body.  “You actually like this?” “MmmHmm.  You don’t like watching?”  Robert giggles over your skin at how candid you’re being with the newly dubbed Cherry.

“Just have some serious business to talk to Pronge about.”

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my slut.  Ain’t that right, Pretty Girl.  Tell him you fucking know I kill for money.” “This has to do with the ex.” “Paul?  What about him?” thinking that your tone was excitement about your now ex-husband, Robert’s teeth bite down on you hard.  “Ow.” “Remember who you fucking belong to?  Who this pussy belongs to?”  Thick hands rub along your covered mound.  “You see how fucking wet she is, Cherry?  Try to deny who owns this pussy.  Remember she’s mine.” “I was just curious why he was being brought up, Sir.  Don’t care about him when I have you.  If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have made a mess.” “Good.  Cherry, what’s going on with the cuck now?  Fucker should be out of our lives.  It’s official, he doesn’t even have legal claim over my Pretty Girl anymore.”

Robert guides you to sit up, wraps your legs around him before sitting you both in a kitchen table chair.  Motioning for Cherry to sit down, and you lay your head on his broad shoulder.  Gently kissing his neck, making sure not to leave marks on him.  Your hands rub up his arms, feeling the hills and valleys of the muscle and sinew that make up his biceps.  Thankful that he keeps your nakedness away from Cherry.  His hand slides over your leg until he slowly palms your drenched panties.

“Word on the street is he is fucking pissed as hell.  He’s been talking a big game about how, these are not my words understand, but his slut of a wife was able to get divorced so quickly.  He knows you were in the pocket of the judge.” “Wouldn’t matter.  No kids, he kept all the assets.  We don’t need anything from him.” “He’s been going around saying he’s going to bury you, and take back what is his.”

Leaning back, you hold Robert’s jaw in your hands, looking over his face with such love.  Placing a chaste kiss on his lips, before you kiss around his face.  “’M not his.  I’m all yours.  Every part of me is yours.”  Leaning closer to him, hoping what you whisper is heard only by him.  “I love you.” “Cherry, not worried about him.  He keeps it up we’ll have him terminated.  You okay with that, Pretty Girl?” nodding you smile at him, feeling himself get hard under you.  “Unless you want to see me fuck her on the floor, I suggest you take your ass out of here.”

Quickly Cherry leaves, sliding the chair under the table with a loud screech, and walks out the door.  “Have fun.”

As soon as the door closes Robert lays you two on the floor, kissing you all too sweetly.  Leaning back, he smiles down, “I love you, too.  So, fucking much, Y/N.  And I will do anything to keep you.  Anything.”  You know the reiteration of anything means he will kill anyone to keep his pet.  “Now, shut the fuck up, so I can fuck you dumb.  That cuck ex of yours never fucked you so hard you saw stars did he?”  

“Only, you sir.”

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Masterlist

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

December 2023

Mizu

Jinx:

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au Smut: No

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Smut: No

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None Smut: No

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None Smut: No

VI:

Kiss the girl in black @sunricecake Summary: what was supposed to be a fun memory of your first tattoo session with your lover turned out to be unforgettable for all the wrong reasons. Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Sexual Tension. Specials Tags: None Smut: No

Roommate @pixievi Summary: You are in love with your roommate and she in love with you. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Solo, Ear drooping Smut: Yes

Lock Jaw @genacity Summary: after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Sub Vi Smut: Yes

Caitlyn:

lace panties @mizukiramman Summary: it's been two years since you were hired as the maid of the kiramman household. it's also been two years since you've had a crush on their only daughter. what could ever happen if she found you playing with her favorite lace panties? Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Smut: Yes

Abby:

Drunken Night @absdoll Summary: Abby bouncing around a party, drunk off god knows how many vodka seltzers. She can’t help but notice how good you look dancing by yourself to the loud music. Warnings: None Specials Tags: College Au Smut: Yes

comfort crowd @atomicami Summary: you’ve been dating your boyfriend for 2 years now, until all of a sudden he starts to act differently around you. one night, you come over to his place to see him, only to discover that he’s out cheating on you with another girl. as a result, you receive comfort from the person you’d least expect—his mother. Warnings: Cheating Specials Tags: Milf Abby Smut: Yes

Post workout pump @rottenblur Summary: Your gym rat Tinder date isn’t one to not kiss on the first date, a coffee date is much more interesting with her. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Public Sex Smut: Yes

Midnight Girls @vintagebbysworld Summary: You meet Abby on the dance floor where you both completely devour each other, knowing you could never leave one another again. Warnings: Sexual Tension Specials Tags: None Smut: Yes

Ellie:

Christmas shopping @fadedin2u Summary: You go charismas shopping with Ellie and things get heated in the Victoria secret dressing room. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Public Sex Smut: Yes

Her Slut @tan1shere Summary: You're eating her out, enjoying every bit of it, it's rough. Maybe you had been bratty towards her. She wouldn't of liked that. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Smut: Yes

Tamer @gold-dustwomxn Summary: Ellie reminds you of your place. Warnings: degradation Specials Tags: BDSM Smut: Yes

Ellie and Abby:

Hey batter, batter @fadedin2u Summary: Ellie and Abby have been rivals for years, playing for their university’s softball team. one day you, their coach’s daughter, show up at their game and ruin everything. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Smut: Yes

Car Troubles @elliescum Summary: your car breaks down near a downtown mechanic. for some reason, you left your wallet at home. Warnings: Bullying Specials Tags: Girl Dick Smut: Yes

Predator:

The moon shall shine on us again @yaut-jaknowit Summary: You find a pregnant alien in the woods. Warnings: Murder, Child Birth Specials Tags: Muilty Chapter Smut: No

[damrebecca7]

Once upon a time, there was a quiet Home, and Inside that home there was a couple named Annalyn R. Majorenos and Edgar Y. Responso. This couple had 4 children, two girls and two boys but sadly one of the girls died which means only one girl left, but that’s life all of us will die but we don’t know when will be our last breath in this world. So, let me continue with my introduction. I am Rebecca M. Responso, 18 years old and was born on October 4, 2004 which makes me a Libra. I am currently living in Tinago, Purok Malig on Ozamiz City. I graduated in Elementary at Ozamiz City Central School. And I completed my Junior high school at Ozamiz City National High school. And finally now I am a Grade 12 student taking the HUMSS strand major in Criminology at Misamis University. I have 3 siblings, my older brother name Roland M. Responso, My older Sister name Rubyjane M. Responso, my younger brother name is Reuel M. Responso. And now let me talk about my favorites. First, my favorite color is black, red and pastel colors. My favorite food is Macaroni, fries, fried chicken, adobo and Sundae. My favorite drink is coke. And now, let me share to you my likings. I like to read stories, I like to dance it feels like my problems will be gone even in a short period of time. I like playing Badminton. Also, I really love eating, sighting/ viewing nature, sunrise, and sunsets, the color of clouds when the sun goes down. I’m so obsessed with those. I want to be successful soon because I really want to repay all the hard works that my father do for us.

#CreativeNonfiction

[creaturefeaster]

Sorry to ask but who is PSG?

OH I didn't realise I listed Maggie as PSG. that's what I refer to her as for myself, but the nickname's origin and relevancy has been lost to older writing. Pastel Sundae Girl Maggie <3

I write Maggie now for your guy's sake mostly ^^;. Also because that's just literally what most characters call her.

[yvesdot]

Golden Afternoon (Summer Drabble 2021)

As some may know, every summer I go to the lake and experience debilitating inspiration. It's like my hand moves by itself, and what it writes is everyone enjoying a nice summer day by the lake, just like me. This is this year's piece! Watch out, for I may do more.

Kay floats expertly, albeit a touch stiffly, in Atlas’s bright pink inner tube on the lake. Atlas snaps a photo of her and drops his phone before galloping down the length of the beach and leaping into the water again. He wades out to her, and she lifts her sunglasses at the disturbance in the waves.

“California girl,” he sings. Kay kisses her fingers and presses them to his forehead. “You look good. How about a popsicle?”

Kay narrows her eyes, then replaces her sunglasses. “Outside food.”

“Boo. Come with me while I get a popsicle?”

Kay sighs, sitting up a little straighter. “I may as well. I might bring one to my father.”

Constantine, for his part, is asleep and looking whiter than usual in an inch-deep layer of sunscreen under a large blue beach umbrella. To Kill A Mockingbird is open on his stomach.

“Sure.” Atlas drags Kay to shore, lining up the inner tube so that she can stand straight up out of it. He offers her his hand, though of course she pretends not to need it, and kisses her cheek. When she lays a hand on his chest, he flings himself at her entirely.

“You are WET,” Kay says, and Atlas squeezes her anyway, because it’s the beach. Kay pats Atlas placatingly. He lets go and walks them over to the ice cream stand; where Avner, Eliza, and Red are sitting at a table in front of a Neapolitan sundae.

“It’s a good thing you know which of us is eating which flavor,” Eliza says to Avner. Her face is shaded by the umbrella.

“What?” Avner says, blinking.

“You’re telling me we didn’t figure this out before we got it?” Red covers his eyes with his hand and leans back in the cheap metal chairs. “Oh, we’re doomed.”

“No we’re not.” Eliza adjusts her cloche hat. “Okay, look: I’ll have the strawberry, you’ll have the vanilla, and Avner will have the chocolate.”

“No,” they all say in unison.

“Right,” Eliza agrees. “Okay. Never mind. What now?”

Red puts a hand to his chest. “I don’t care which flavor I—”

“Liar.” Eliza crosses her arms. A hot breeze blows in off the water.

“Well,” Red admits, “okay. I do care. But you can pick whatever you want.”

“What if we want all of the flavors?” Avner queries, resting his chin on his hand.

“You mean share?” Eliza asks, flicking the bow on her floral one-piece. “Like in third grade?”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, honestly.” Red taps his fingers on the table. “But it’s melting.”

“Whatever,” Eliza agrees, and they all dig in. Elle comes over in a pastel pink romper swimsuit to ask if they’re using the fourth chair, and all three of them make little no, go ahead! hand waves. Elle thanks them profusely and walks over to sit down by Ephraim, who is clothed as if experiencing mid-autumn but for his big square sunglasses.

“Nice rocks,” Elle says, leaning closer to the pile on the table. “May I?”

“Go ahead.” Ephraim flips a page of the newspaper. “It’s my collection, though. Only the best lake rocks.”

“Mhm.” Elle turns a pink one so that it catches the light, then an orange one so that it glows translucent. Bren jogs up and deposits several more on Ephraim’s table.

“Make sure no one takes these,” they remind Ephraim before turning to Elle. “ETA on the sundae?”

“Shortly,” Elle reports, doing a little salute. Bren thanks them and disappears.

Ephraim cackles theatrically as soon as Bren is out of earshot. “My unwitting servant,” he explains to Elle, who is now busy fixing their stretchy white bow headband.

“Genius,” Elle comments, looking out at the boats on the lake. The maybe-vampires squint across the water at you from their pontoon boat. Arbor shakes his head. Juniper waves. Clem gives you a thumbs-up. Fox pulls a black sun hat lower over their head. “Stalker,” Sage mutters.

You walk back up to the parking lot, where Julia is waiting with Ahava in the car.

“Have a good time?” Julia asks. You nod and get into the passenger’s seat. The air conditioning hits you, and though it’s nice out, you immediately lean back against the seat in relief. Julia pulls out of the lot, humming quietly, and you turn around to ask Ahava whether she had a nice time, too.

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[skullrock]

the captain

pairing: Steve x Hagan!Reader

request: Can I please request a fluffy fic where Steve falls for Tommy H’s sister? She stops by Scoops Ahoy to buy ice cream and they go all “Oh, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other” kind of? I love your writing so much 🥺

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Steve being Big Idiot, mentions of T*mmy H*gan 

a/n: tommy’s party by peach pit intensifies in my head 

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“We’re out of sea-berry.”

Robin doesn’t look up from her book. “What?”

Steve grabs the empty container from the display case and nearly chucks it in her direction. “We - are out - of sea-berry.” He chucks it dramatically into the trash and throws his hat on the counter, then leans forward to rest his head in his hands.

“Steve, it’s just ice cream,” Robin says. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I am having a bad day.”

Robin’s brows knit together. “Because we’re out of sea-berry?”

“It’s not about the ice cream, Robin,” he says, lifting his head to glare at her. “It’s about working at a shitty minimum wage job with this stupid hat and my arms hurt from scooping stupid ice cream for stupid customers.”

Robin puts her book down and sighs, hopping off the counter. She claps Steve’s shoulder and he bristles at the feeling. “Hey, slinging ice cream isn’t stupid.”

“Oh?” he asks. “In this - in this costume?” Steve tugs at his shirt. “You don’t think this job is stupid?”

Robin winces. “Spoiled,” she mumbles, and leans against the back counter. “How’s the girl thing coming along?”

Steve sighs loudly, dramatically, and leans against the cooler, back to the seating area. “How do you think?”

“I haven’t kept track today, but knowing your record, not good.”

“I give up!” he cries out, throwing his hands up. “I give up. The - the - God or whatever - wants me to suffer. I am fruitless.” He stares at the ground and crosses his arms. “My dad’s trying to teach me a lesson on being responsible and the universe is trying to teach me a lesson on being - I don’t know.”

“Not an asshole?”

Steve winces now, eyes trained on his shoelaces. “Yeah, maybe.”

Robin sighs, feeling some pity for the boy in front of her. “Look, you only have a few more hours, okay? Just make it til then.”

Just make it til then. Steve can do that, he thinks.

And then you come into the store.

Steve does a double take, looking up from the to-do list he’s reading for the fiftieth time that day. His brows furrow and he goes a bit slack-jawed, shocked to see you. He hadn’t seen you in forever - since junior year, at least. He hadn’t even thought about you; Tommy and all things related had been forcefully eradicated from his mind. But he knows you from anywhere - knows the freckles and hair, knows your smile. Knows the laugh you share with a friend before you walk into the store, alone, playing with your wallet.

Steve continues to stare with his mouth agape as you approach, and you also do a double-take. You remember Steve - of course you remember Steve. He was all you thought about while Tommy was close with him. You’d begged your brother two things your whole life - to stop being a dick and to get Steve to go on a date with you.

Of course, he did neither.

But you’re grown up now, more confident and less desperate for a date. Still, despite the growth, you’re completely smitten. Steve’s even cuter now, has grown into himself. His hair, salon-highlighted, bounces as you both make eye contact. You remember the moles on his neck, his hands, his eyes - god, his eyes, warm and brown and always kind even when Steve wasn’t. And he was kind, to you, at least. You could always see past the bullshit facade. You knew who he was, deep down. You knew him as a quiet boy at the pool, the one who said please and thank you to your mother, the one who shoved Tommy when Tommy was mean to you. He always wanted to make you laugh, no matter what. You just felt comfortable with him.

You realize at this point that you’ve stopped walking and you blush as your feet begin to work again.

“Look who it is,” you say, smiling widely. “The one that got away.”

Steve smiles despite not understanding the joke. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Steve.”

“Been a long time,” he says, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.” You smile sadly. “Tommy wouldn’t tell me what happened. I just knew I wasn’t going to see you anymore.”

Steve stiffens a bit at the mention of Tommy, but he shrugs a shoulder. “Well, you know -”

“I do know,” you say. “I wish I could lose Tommy and Carol.”

“I guess I got lucky, huh?”

“Yeah, guess you did,” you say, eyes trained on his. “And I got unlucky. I missed you.”

Steve perks up a bit, but his brows twitch together. “You missed me?”

“I - yeah,” you stutter, blushing. “Yeah. You were always cool and nice to me.”

Steve’s smile widens and he leans against the counter, clasping his hands together. “Yeah? Well, maybe I missed you, too.”

“Really?”

“You were fun,” he says, “and I think we connected because deep down, we both hated your brother.”

“And Carol.”

“And Carol,” he laughs. “God, remember when they made me have a pool party? And you and I went inside and played Monopoly for hours while they made out at the pool?”

You laugh, too. “Jesus Christ, your pool probably has mono.”

“Probably.”

You both stare at each other a little longer before you clear your throat. “So - ice cream? What do you recommend? I’ve never been here.”

“Lucky you,” he says, straightening. “Well, we’re out of sea-berry -”

Robin sighs behind him and he turns to glare at her, not enjoying the audience, but whips back around to you. “But we have other flavors.”

“Oh, boy,” you say, your smile starting to hurt your face. “Lay ‘em on me.”

Steve takes you through each flavor, dramatically reciting what they are and what the selling point is, handing you a small spoon for each one. You really don’t care to taste them all, but you care about talking to him - you care about your fingers brushing every time he hands you a sample, how his eyes light up when he laughs, how dorky he looks and sounds.

“We also have sundaes and stuff,” he says, “which I can also attempt to sell to you.”

“Do you make this much of an effort every time you make a sale?”

“No, just for you.”

You both blush but the smiles stay, and Robin is nearly gagging behind Steve because it’s frankly disgusting to watch straight people flirt.

“What do you usually get?” you ask. “I think I trust your judgement.”

“I don’t give this place my money,” he says, “but when I steal, I always get the USS Butterscotch.”

You wrinkle your nose. “What is it called?”

“Look, I didn’t name it!”

You laugh. “I bet you didn’t pick your uniforms, either.”

Steve snorts. “No way, I’d pick something much nicer -”

“What, like a pastel striped polo?” Robin quips from behind him.

Steve whips around again and opens his mouth to retaliate, but you say, “I think it looks good on you.”

He turns to look at you, head inclined as if to say yeah, right. “No, I look stupid.”

“No!” you protest. “It’s really nice. The color is nice on you.”

Steve can’t stop the blush that creeps onto his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You think?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “And it really shows off your arms and legs.”

At this point, Robin gets up and walks to the back, leaving you and Steve alone. Finally.

“What about my arms and legs needs shown off?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “Like you don’t know.”

“Like I don’t know what?”

“That you’re cute.”

Had Steve been drinking, he would have done a spit-take.

“I mean - like - uh. Like - you’re - conventionally. Attractive,” you add, anxiety gripping your veins. “Like. You know.”

Steve smirks. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” you say, leaning across the cooler to tug on his ascot. “You know you’re attractive. That was your one personality trait.”

Steve pouts. “Hey -”

“I’m kidding,” you say, pushing him a bit before leaning back to your side of the cooler. “I’d like a - whatever you said earlier.”

Steve whips his scooper out and twirls it in his hand before getting to work. You smile as you wait, watching him do everything very dramatically and with flair. He turns and produces the concoction to you, gesturing towards it theatrically before handing it to you.

“How much?” you ask, reaching for your wallet again.

“No way,” he says, crinkling his nose. “You’re not paying.”

Your shoulders drop and you frown. “Steve, come on -”

“It’s on me. I like to steal from this place.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Like Robin Hood.”

“Sure,” he says, not knowing who that is. “Like Robin Hood.”

“This better be good,” you say. “Because I’m not coming back if it sucks.”

“That’s too bad,” he pouts, leaning against the cooler. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you outside of work, then.”

You raise a brow and smile, grabbing the spoon in your dish. “Let’s see.”

You slowly take a bite. It’s actually pretty good, but you want to see Steve somewhere else.

“It sucks,” you say. “Worst thing I’ve ever had.”

“Damn,” Steve sighs. “I guess that means I’ll have to meet you at the movies tomorrow at eight?”

“I guess so,” you say, trying to suppress a smile. “What a bummer.”

Steve smiles fondly. “What a bummer.”

After a few moments of intense eye-contact, the bell at the counter rings, signifying Erica Sinclair’s entrance. Steve sighs and grits his teeth, looking back at you with a sympathetic smile. “I’m very glad you came in here.”

“Me too,” you smile. “Tomorrow? Eight? Movies.”

“Tomorrow, eight, movies,” he repeats, nodding, and you smile wider at how his hair bobs over his forehead as he does.

“Sailor Man!”

“Jesus,” Steve mumbles, sending you one last smile before going towards the register.

===

“That was so gross,” Robin scoffs. “You guys - ugh. For fifteen minutes!”

Steve smugly smiles at her. He walks towards her board and grabs her marker, dramatically drawing a ‘I’ on his side of the board. “I rule.”

“This time,” Robin says, unable to hide her smile. “This time, you rule.”

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[girl-with-cat-eyes]

Sweeter Than Ice Cream

Summary: Virgil is feeling good about his body for once. Leave it to assholes to come along and ruin the feeling. Luckily his boyfriend is there to cheer him up.

Contains Thvi, mentioned Demus, mentioned Logicality, mentioned Rosleepmile, chubby trans Virgil, and mentions of bullying.

A/N: Alright the birthday fic is going up a bit late but who cares cause it's adorable. Really I just wanted something ridiculously sweet and comforting so here we are. And if people like it I can totally write more for this verse cause I already have tons of ideas.

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"Hello handsome."

Virgil was getting his text books out of his locker when he felt a familiar pair of arms slide around his waist, a hand stopping to squeeze his round bottom before continuing on it's way. He smiled and turned around to greet their owner, giving his boyfriend a smile before he spoke. 

"Good morning to you too, beautiful." He wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck and him a kiss. "Glad you're here today, I was worried about you yesterday." 

Thomas gave an apologetic smile and pecked his nose before speaking. "I'm sorry Virge. I tried to text you, but I had a dentist's appointment yesterday." He flashed his freshly cleaned teeth in an exaggerated grin. "How are you today?" 

"Well let's see:", Virgil began to list off.", today is a friday, dad offered to make my lunch today which meant I got an extra half hour of sleep, I have leftover mac and cheese for lunch, today is a Friday, I'm having a sleepover with my amazing boyfriend tonight, and said boyfriend is holding me right now. So I'd say it's about as good as it gets. Not to mention I'm feeling more body confident than I have in months. How about you?"

Thomas smiled. "As perfect as possible. Especially now that I have you in my arms." He squeezed Virgil's sides gently. "And I'm glad you're feeling confident right now. You deserve to.", Thomas smiled at his boyfriend and took note of his clothing choice for today., "And you look great in what you're wearing, sweetheart. I mean you always look great, but you look adorable right now. I don't think I've seen you in something pastel since you got this."

Virgil blushed at the mention of his unusual outfit choice. While normally he wore baggy and dark clothes, not only to match his emo personality but to help deal with his insecurities about his weight and dysphoria, but today he'd felt confident and comfortable in his body and went with a different choice. He wore light purple overall shorts and a cute black top underneath along with knee high socks and purple chuck taylors. He'd finished off the look with a black heart choker and his usual makeup. He'd been excited to see Thomas' and his friends' reactions to him something so different from his usual style. 

"I liked how it looked on me and I wanted to wear it. Besides I thought it would be the perfect outfit for our sleepover tonight."  Virgil reluctantly pulled away from the hug to finish grabbing his textbooks, "I'm glad you like it. I was hoping you would." 

He felt arms wrap around him again and warm breath tickle his neck as Thomas leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Well I like you in anything. Or nothing. Especially in nothing at all." He pressed a kiss behind Virgil's ear. 

Virgil held back a groan before shutting his locker and turning around. "You can't just say that when we have 10 minutes til class." 

"Fine. I'll tell you tonight while your parents are out. For now I'll ask you about the homework from yesterday." The pair made their way down the hallway to their first class. 

~

If Thomas had to pick a favorite part of school days it would have to be lunch. Not only because it served as a break between classes or because it was when he could finally eat, but because he shared a lunch period with his boyfriend. He got a solid half hour everyday to just sit with Virgil and spend time together. It was nice. 

Of course it would be nice if he hadn't drank an entire water bottle during his last period and was now rushing to the bathroom. He'd gotten lucky that the one closest to the cafeteria was empty and he didn't have to search for one. 

At least, he thought it was empty. Until he heard a sob coming from one of the stalls behind while he washed his hands. Thomad froze at the sound. He really should be meeting Virgil for lunch. But what if someone was hurt? What if they needed help? Fuck it, he thought, it couldn't hurt to ask if they're ok. 

"Hey?" He called. "Are you ok? Do you need me to get the nurse or something? It's my lunch period so I have the time." 

He heard a gasp and some movement before a familiar voice spoke. "Thomas?" 

Virgil. Shit. What could have happened in the time that they had been apart? Thomas rushed over to the stall and opened it to see his boyfriend curled up in a corner looking at him. His hurt beat painfully when he saw his black eye and bloody nose that Virgil was pressing toilet paper to. He felt a hot rush of anger when he saw that half of his face appeared to be covered in what looked like cake. 

Thomas grimaced and got up to wet some paper towels before setting to work with cleaning Virgil's face. Afterwards he pressed some more toilet paper to his bloody nose and sighed. "What happened?" 

Virgil kept his eyes down. "The usual shit. I went to use the bathroom and was ambushed. They said that they felt uncomfortable with me using the same bathrooms as them. That I'd probably try to force them to be gay. That freaks like me shouldn't be allowed in the school period. After that they beat the shit out of me." Virgil gestured to his bruised face. "And then they…. They brought a piece of cake with them. Said a whale like me would probably love it. And they shoved it in my face."

Thomas felt molten hot anger wash through him but pushed it aside for now. Virgil needed him. He stood up and pulled his boyfriend up with him. "Come on, Stormcloud.

"Where are we going?"

"Well first we're going to stop by Holy Cow's and get sundaes because you deserve something as sweet as you are. Then we're going to go to your place and call your dads to tell them what happened. And then we can cuddle and begin our sleepover early." 

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him. "And what about class? You've already missed yesterday." 

Thomas shrugged and held Virgil's hand as they left the bathroom. "I'll tell your uncle what happened and ask him to get our homework for us." Thomas knew that Virgil's uncle, the school drama teacher, Roman would be fine with it. He'd probably claim that what happened to his nephew was a huge offense and demand to know who did it. 

They signed themselves out for the day and got into Thomas' car. He made sure to send a text to Roman explaining what happened and asking him to get their homework for them. He received an almost immediate response saying of course and that he would be by after school with it and then they could tell him who it was. 

First stop was ice cream. Virgil ended up dozing in the car and Thomas didn't have the heart to wake him so he just went in by himself. Besides it wasn't like he didn't know Virgil's favorite sundae. His boyfriend was a chocolate lover from way back.

He smiled as he entered the shop. Some of his favorite memories were here. Coming here as a kid when he got a good grade, his dads taking him here on his birthday. He even went here with Virgil on their first date. He still remembered how nervous Virgil had been to eat anything around him at the time. It had taken forever to assure V that his weight was fine. It could still be a struggle, with Virgil's confidence fluctuating. But Thomas would never stop showing him how amazing and beautiful he was. 

Thomas shook off those thoughts and gave a wave to Remy, the shop's owner. Thomas looked at the menu vaguely even though him and Virgil always got the same thing. 

"Girl, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" 

Thomas shrugged and gestured out to his car. "Virgil got beat up by some assholes so I'm taking him to get ice cream as a treat." 

 Remy crossed his arms and smirked, "Mmmhmmm. So where is my favorite customer?" 

Thomas gave a pretend shocked gasp, "I've been coming here as long as Virgil has." 

"Like I said he's my favorite customer.", Remy grabbed two styrofoam bowls, "The usual for both of you?" 

Thomas snorted and nodded, "Yep. He fell asleep in the car and I didn't want to wake him. So just me today.", Remy nodded and began making Thomas' birthday cake sundae and Virgil's chocolate brownie s'more sundae. 

"Well because this is comfort ice cream I'm giving you each an extra scoop. And it's on the house." Thomas went to object but Remy cut him off, "Hun, last time you were here you tipped twenty bucks. And the time before that you tipped ten. You've got some free ice cream points saved up. Enjoy it." 

Thomas sighed and put his wallet away before smiling, "Thank you. I figured this would be a good way to cheer him up. Worst part was he was feeling confident today too. I was so excited for him." 

Remy grimaced and went to roast two marshmallows for the ice cream in question, "That's how life is sometimes. You're feeling great and it kicks you where it hurts. But you just gotta be there for him now and hope his confidence stays up. And if not, be a confidence booster.", He finished off the sundaes with some hot fudge and caramel on Virgil's and rainbow sprinkles and cake crumbles on Thomas', topping both with whipped cream. 

Thomas nodded and took the ice cream gratefully, "Thank you. I'm sure Roman will tell you and Emile all the details later tonight.", With that he went back to the car and drove to Virgil's house. 

~ 

Virgil awoke to Thomas kissing his cheek and saying that they had to get out of the car. He blinked groggily before wincing at the feeling of his bruised eye and got up slowly., "Did you message my parents?", He asked through a yawn. 

Thomas nodded and picked up the ice cream containers before answering, "Yep. Remus is working late tonight at the hospital but Janus should be home at 5 and he said he'd get take out. And he wanted to talk about what happened." 

Virgil nodded and got out his key before letting them both in. He went to go to the kitchen but was stopped by Thomas who guided him to the living room. 

"What are you doing?" 

Virgil gestured to his eye., "I'm going to get some ice and painkillers." 

Thomas nodded and got up. "I'll do that. You sit and relax.", He was handed a cold styrofoam bowl. "Here's your sundae. I got your usual." Virgil smiled and Thomas headed into the kitchen. 

Virgil stared at the sundae on his lap hesitantly. Sure, it sounded great after the day he had, but did he really need it? He was fat enough as is without it. He could still hear those asshole's jeers in the restroom, calling him a whale and laughing when he fell. 

Before he could do anything though, Thomas came back and was handing him a water bottle and some painkillers and pressing some ice to his eye. Virgil gladly took several large drinks of water and went back to looking at the ice cream nervously. 

"Hey." Virgil looked at Thomas to see him giving him a concerned look.  "Whatever those assholes said about you… None of it is true. You're amazing and beautiful and your weight is fine. You deserve some ice cream after the day you've had."

Virgil winced internally. Dammit. He hadn't meant for Thomas to know how he was feeling. But that's just how Thomas was sometimes. He could take one look at Virgil and was able to figure out exactly what was bothering him and made it his mission to make him feel better. "It's just… Sometimes I think I would get so much of the bullying if I was thinner, y'know. And maybe I deserve it, cause I could probably do more to try to lose the weight. Like I could go on another diet-" 

"Like when you ended up passing out in gym class because you were malnourished?" Thomas interrupted him. Before Virgil could say anything else Thomas was pulling him onto his lap. He tried to do his best to not put any weight on him but Thomas wasn't having it. Virgil found himself tucked snugly in his boyfriends arms. "Babe you eat healthy and are decently active. And your doctor has said you're healthy even with your weight. I know firsthand that it can be hard to love yourself, but please… Never listen to those assholes. And if you're feeling insecure come to me. I'll always be willing to reassure you." 

Virgil was blushing and Thomas kissed each of his full, red cheeks. "Now I think we have some well earned ice cream and feel good movies waiting for us." Virgil nodded and snorted as Thomas put on Hairspray. 

He leaned up to kiss his boyfriend and took a bite of ice cream, moaning at the taste. "I love you." 

Thomas laughed and kissed Virgil back before grabbing his sundae as well.  "I can't tell if you're talking to me of the ice cream but I love you too." 

Virgil smiled and hummed along to the opening number and took another bite before speaking. "Both. I love ice cream because it's delicious and I love you because you're easily one of the best things to ever happen to me."

Thomas smiled and took a bite of ice cream and kissing him. Virgil could taste frosting and bits of vanilla cupcake on his lips. By the time they pulled away they were both breathing heavily. Virgil pressed several quick kisses on Thomas' face. And smiled. "I love you. So much." 

Thomas only responded by kissing him again with just as much intensity as before. Virgil smiled when Thomas finally pulled away and whispered. "I love you. I… I was going to give this you tonight, I figured that it would be the perfect time. And it still is of course I wanted you to be happier when I did it but… Will you go steady with me?" He held out a silver ring with a purple heart shaped gem. 

Virgil looked at him with a mixture of shock and happiness. "Really?" 

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck and gave an anxious smile. "Yeah. I know it's old fashioned but I thought it would be cute. I was talking to my grandpa about it and he said that going steady was supposed to be a promise that you wanted to spend forever together even if you weren't married yet. Of course back then people got married right out of high school. But I thought that that meaning was perfect for us. I want to spend forever with you, and obviously neither of us are ready for marriage." 

Virgil smiled and nodded rapidly at his boyfriend. "Of course. I'd love to go steady with you." Thomas put the ring on his finger and kissed his hand. "It's beautiful."

Thomas smiled. "I got it down at my cousin's shop. I thought it was perfect for you. And now that I'm seeing it I'm happy to report that I was right." 

Virgil smiled and made a mental note to go see Toby this weekend and pick out an equally beautiful ring for Thomas. For now however, he had a boyfriend to snuggle and movies to watch. He pulled Thomas closer and pressed several kisses before burrowing his face in his neck. 

By the time Janus, Roman, and Remus all burst in at once, the pair were asleep, the credits to the movie rolling unnoticed.

~

Tagging:

@forever-forgotten-angel, @anxiety-ismy-name

[artificialqueens]

we might be hollow (but we're brave) [jan x jackie] - pinkgrapefruit

A/N - hey! incase you hadn’t noticed i’m in love with this ship and I had these lyrics and timestamps in my google docs for months with branjie but it just wasn’t fully fitting. thanks to Alex for betaing and i hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think <3

*

we might be hollow (but we’re brave)

We’re never done with killing time

Can I kill it with you?

‘Til the veins run red and blue

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The car hums, low and hoarse as Jackie waits in the school lot. She’d offhandedly promised to pick up her english partner and all of a sudden she’s regretting it, twenty minutes late and low on fuel. She switches it off, flicking the key, and then back on again, hoping not to burn out the fragile engine.

She runs out of the school sweaty and flustered, gym bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder and for a second Jackie is fixated on the way Jan’s baby hairs have plastered themselves across her forehead. The smaller girl slings her bag through the open back window, watching with a smirk as Jackie cringes - sending a warm smile in gratitude.

They play the music loud and keep the air con on low, just cool enough to dry Jan’s hair without the native New Jerseyan complaining about how it’s warmer in the arctic. Jackie’s from Canada, she doesn’t really care.

Jan gives vague directions to her home as and when she sees fit, often directing Jackie to take turns she didn’t even know existed when they’re already almost past them. It drives the brunette mad as she abuses the car’s delicate steering, all to navigate the New Jersey suburbs.

What she does notice is they end up barely two streets over from her own house. A standard three bed, two bath, decent garden house that looks just as identical as every other one in the neighbourhood.

It’s painted blue. Jackie thinks it fits.

They spend the early evening reading excerpts of Romeo and Juliet to each other on Jan’s porch. The blonde reads on the porch chair as it swings aimlessly in the warm early spring breeze. She’s still in her cheer uniform and Jackie doesn’t have a chance to ask how she manages both cheer and soccer. Jackie barely manages hockey.

They eat homemade ice cream sundaes and watch the sunset over the eerie glow of the street lamps until Jan complains she can’t see the pages anymore and Jackie has long since stopped making notes on prose and characters.

They don’t talk about school tomorrow because they won’t see each other. Jan asks if she will pick her up. Jackie says yes.

We come around here all the time

Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you

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Jackie gets a text at half past seven telling her quite emphatically that Jan is running late. There is no question posed that Jackie can discern on the Nokia n95 screen - the glare from the early morning screen compromising her vision anyway - but she grabs her rucksack and the keys to the car and swings round the corner anyway.

She rationalises it by telling herself that it’s on the way to school anyway. It is.

She pulls up and Jan is sat on the porch steps in a pastel pink denim miniskirt and a glittery letterman jacket. She skips to the car and slides onto the front seat with a telltale squeak of bare legs on leather, throwing her bag onto the backseat in a way that still makes Jackie cringe even after two weeks. She smells of lemongrass and vanilla.

The blonde giggles and Jackie catches her mouth curving up in the reverse mirror, so she lets Jan pick the music and just focuses on the gear stick and anything else in her control.

She watches as the blonde sways to Fifteen by Taylor Swift, belting out the lyrics like she can feel them in her soul. They’re sophomores but they were freshmen last year and to be honest, from what she knows of Jan, she wouldn’t be surprised if that was her life.

They pull into the school parking lot to the sounds of Fearless and even Jackie cracks a smile at the way Jan is beaming. They have five minutes before they need to be in school and Jackie averts her eyes as Jan twists awkwardly to grab her bag from where it ended up on the floor, skirt riding up so the brunette can see the plum lace of her panties. She gulps and pulls out her well worn copy of Little Women instead. Not watching as Jan quickly reviews her AP Biology textbook.

“Thanks Jackie! You’re the best,” Jan calls as she slams the rickety car door on the third attempt.

“Anytime Jan.” And Jackie finds she means it.

You pick me up and take me home again

Head out the window again

We’re hollow like the bottles that we drain

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Jackie’s phone vibrates under her pillow at one in the morning on a friday. They’ve been on summer break for a month and Jackie hasn’t really done much but she’ll admit she’s missed Jan. Until she woke her up that is.

She answers it with a defeated sign, tugging on her oversized Van Halen t-shirt until it feels decent even though no one is going to look into her tiny bedroom. The light filters through the window in a way that makes it feel like she’s in a weird horror film and she remembers why this is called the witching hour.

“Come over Jack, I’m bored,” comes the whine from down the phone and Jackie has to stifle a laugh even though she knows how much trouble she could get in for this. She sighs. She can’t really argue -  doesn’t want to. She’s always been called boring. She doesn’t want to be anymore.

“I’m coming Jan, gimme five.”

She tugs on an oversized jacket and pulls a pair of gym shorts under her shirt, grabbing the running trainers from the bottom of her closet and spritzing a couple of squirts of sandalwood and shea from her almost empty perfume bottle. When she’s pretty sure she looks okay, she pushes up her window and thanks the gods she’s over the porch. It’s well structured and surprisingly easy to climb both up and down (her brother proved it to her last week) and she slides the window shut behind her as she shimmies down stained wood into the crisp summer night.

It’s not cold and the summer moon means it’s not dark either so she manages the walk quite calmly, feeling a freedom she sometimes forgets she has.

Jan’s sat on her porch steps in a pair of grey joggers and a black sports bra, draped in a tartan blanket and with what is unmistakably a bottle of wine gripped between her thighs.

They don’t actually talk for a while, just pass the bottle between themselves taking swigs of it like it’s water until Jan is giggling at a sparrow - the moon making her blonde hair glow in a way Jackie deems completely unfair. She’s ethereal, godlike in this light and Jan wants to tuck some of the escaped strands back behind her ear so she can watch the shadow in the curve of her upper lip.

She wants them to talk about boys, or talk about girls - to delve into who they are because surely that’s how you should spend wine time at two a.m but the wine is all gone and Jan’s cheek is soft on Jackie’s padded shoulder and somehow their fingers intertwine.  

She starts humming something under her breath, something old - a song her dad used to sing her to help her sleep and Jan tugs at her hand to make her sing it louder until Jackie is serenading the sleepy neighbourhood with Mama Cass.

She shakes Jan awake just after four as the sun rises down the wide street. Their knees are stiff but Jan stands up, tugging Jackie by the hands into a hug. She’s not sure what it’s for but it’s welcomed and when Jackie clambers back through her window she can smell vanilla.

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Pulses can drive from here

We might be hollow, but we’re brave

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She’s clad in a hoodie and leggings when she pulls up to the big house. The party she was at finished hours ago but she’s told Jan to text her if she needed her and apparently she needs her so she’d put the heating on full blast and grabbed a blanket out of the trunk to wrap the smaller girl in when she came out.

She watches as she walks carefully out of the house, feet bare and stiletto heels in her hands. Jan slides into the front seat quietly. She carefully drops the heels into the foot-well and puts an awful lot of effort into fastening her seat-belt just right until she looks up at Jackie and something snaps.

Her eyes are red and raw and her lipstick is smudged across her chin and she looks so tired Jackie wants to bundle her up, hold her close and never let her go. But she doesn’t.

She places one hand in her lap and drives calmly to an empty house down the road, pulling into the drive and turning the engine off.

Jan is gripping her hand like a lifeline, clammy fingers twisted around soft flesh. In the light of the streetlamp, there are scratched on Jan’s bare thighs and Jackie gulps on reflex - choking back something that could have been a retch if what she’s thinking is true.

She takes a second to compose herself, brushing through Jan’s hair with her free hand. “You okay baby?” She asks quiet and still - trying to keep the situation as tranquil as she can.

Jan takes a huge snotty inhale, broken by sobs, and shakes her head. She tries to speak but she isn’t breathing enough to form words and all that’s coming out is a choked whimper.

“Hey, Jan honey, you’re safe,” she murmurs, “look at me babe.” She repeats it until the blonde will look her in the eyes, her cerulean orbs pooling. “Can I touch you?” Jackie asks, her tone soothing, and Jan nods slowly.

Jackie places a cool hand on her shoulder and feels the sticky sweat against her dry skin. The smell of cheap vodka, beer and mens cologne is filling the car and it makes her feel sick. She’s not a partier or a massive drinker but by the smell alone she doesn’t understand the appeal. She moves quickly, whipping her head around as she remembers the water bottle she keeps in the door. She places it in Jan’s lap and gently coaxes her to take a sip.

After a little while longer Jan rolls her shoulders back and squeezes Jackie’s hand appreciatively. She nods to herself while trying to find her words and Jackie rubs slow circles on her back.

“It, it was twelve and everyone was cheering,“ she starts, slowly, methodically. "And he- he wanted a kiss, which was fine because everyone was kissing and I’d joked last week that I’d kiss him so it was okay,” She pauses, justifying things that don’t need justifying, setting off alarm bells in Jackie’s head to the point where she’s mentally screaming and the story hasn’t even begun.

“But then,” she continues after a sip of water, “at like three, he pulled me aside while Jaida and Gigi were dancing and asked me for a kiss and I said yes because it seemed like the right thing to do.” She’s got silent tears running down her face again and Jackie wants to tell her she doesn’t have to keep going but she’s frozen in place. “But then it, it took a while and he took my hand and he put it down his trousers and he started kissing down my neck.” The words aren’t given tone anymore. They’re cold hard statements of fact that are rattling through Jackie’s ribs, making her fight every urge she has to vomit because Jan’s become her best friend.

“And I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t like him like that and I just wanted a fun kiss. But he made me touch him and I didn’t want that at all.” Jan starts to shake so Jackie pulls the blanket back over her, Keeping one steadying hand on her knee - steadying for the both of them. “So I pulled away and he called me a whore and then I trapped myself in a bedroom and then I texted you and it was awful Jackie. It was terrible and the worst part was I just wanted you.” She sobs openly but the tears run clear now - the mascara washed off her face and she seems lighter and that’s all Jackie could ask for.

“You are so brave Jan,” Jackie says with as much confidence as she can muster. “You are so brave and that man is a coward and a dick if he thinks he can do that to a woman and you are the strongest person I know, don’t you forget that.” She leans her forehead on the side of the blonde’s head and sighs.

“I’m so sorry baby."

“Me too,” Jan murmurs. “Me too.”

I love these roads where the houses don’t change (and I like you)

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“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” mutters Jackie, knees bouncing, clammy palms on the leather seats.

They’re racing down the empty street, lamps flickering as they pass. If it was any lighter, neighbourhood watch would have caught them out by now because this is almost certainly not within legal speed limits for the suburbs. Jan passes house after house as they try frantically to make it for Jackie’s eleven pm curfew, the wind low and whistling as it cuts the car. They know the stakes.

Jackie’s face has turned a pale shade of white in fear of the reaction she will face, scraping in just under the time agreed. How her mother will react to Jan driving the family car back home, kissing her gently on the cheek and walking two streets to her own home.

They pull up at ten fifty-nine and Jan almost bursts into tears.

“See you tomorrow?” She asks softly, wistfully.

“Yeah,” Jackie exhales, tomorrow.

Where we can talk like there’s something to say (and I like you)

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Jan makes Jackie pull over when she notices the time. They’re both too drunk to be driving and too sober to be alone and they’ve got the windows down as the sea breeze tunnels through the car. It smells of sunsets and saltwater and ice cream sundaes and Jackie’s hair and Jan is hooked.

The old car clock ticks quietly above the hum of the engine and the barely-there sound of the waves and Jackie finds pleasure in watching Jan’s eyes fixate on the hand. It swings around, red against the clock face.

Jan catches her staring and her eyes burn blue into Jackie’s deep brown. It’s a cold night but they’ve both pulled the blankets from the back seat and suddenly the blonde is aware of how small the vehicle is because there is not enough room between their faces and-

Their lips touch. Spark. Flicker. Ignite.

And then she’s warm and intoxicated and just a little bit in love but she thinks the dopey smile suits her - heads lolled back on the headrests, hands intertwined.

I’m glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (and I like you)

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Jackie drives them to the beach at sunset. They sit in the boot of the car on a picnic blanket in a parking spot that overlooks the crashing waves and it’s an illusion of stillness Jackie struggles to find anywhere else.

They hold hands because no one can see them - drink a bottle of champagne stolen from Jan’s Mom’s wine fridge. The blonde is bundled up in Jackie’s chunky knit cardigan and she looks warm and cosy and just a little bit like home.

“Hold me,” Jan asks, with eyes like saucers and a tone rolling in sugar. Jackie blinks slowly - capturing the image of her girlfriend in this moment before reaching to pull her into her arms. They don’t have much room but Jan somehow manages to straddle her - a hand on each cheek as Jackie grips her hips. The brunette bites her own lip softly and suddenly their mouths are pressed together and she’s not sure if it’s the sea air, the girl or a little bit of both but it tastes like magic and she doesn’t ever want to let it go.

“I love you,” she exhales into her hair - just above her ear.

“I love you more,” Jan whispers onto her collarbone.

“Sure Jan,” Jackie giggles, pulling Jan closer, burying her face into her hair. “Happy Valentine’s day baby.”

We move in the tree streets

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“We’re only gonna be four hours away,” Jan mumbles, fingers finding Jackie’s with ease. “Why does that feel like the whole universe?”

They’re sat on Jan’s front steps - she has to leave in an hour if she’s going to make it to NYU for move-in but she’s not quite sure how to put one foot in front of another. Her life is packed up in boxes behind her but her world is holding her hand.

“Four hours baby. That’s all,” Jackie coaxes, “we can do it.” She says it with so much confidence but her bottom lip is trembling frantically. She got a place at Penn State and she’s happy. It’s what she wants -  to be away from her family - to grow. Unfortunately that means being away from Jan too.

“Will we make it?” Jan asks - and it’s so earnest it breaks Jackie’s heart.  

“Yes.” Jackie says. And this time her lip is still.

I’d like it if you stayed.

[moonb-eam]

skater boy au part iii

truly back by popular demand

(i sincerely hope everyone who was excited for this is not disappointed!!)

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part i

part ii

It happens when they’re outside of an ice cream parlour.

The six of them—Lucas and the girls—are polishing off two giant sundaes with childlike glee, spread out over two pastel-coloured picnic tables, watching people pass in and out of the open glass doors of the parlour.

It’s a Friday, and the sun is hot on Lucas’s face, orange flares passing over his closed eyelids, the faintest breeze cooling the small trickle of sweat trailing down from his hairline into the collar of his shirt. He feels good, pleasantly full and satisfied, warm and sleepy. He thinks about taking a nap, right there on the picnic table, then thinks about finding a nice spot of shady grass, thinks about curling up somewhere comfortable, somewhere safe, somewhere like—

“Lucas.”

It’s Manon, her gentle voice cutting through the sun-drenched haze of Lucas’s thoughts.

“What?” He asks, eyes still closed.

There’s a pause, and when Manon speaks, her voice is small, hesitant. “What’s going on between you and Eliott?”

It takes a moment for Lucas to process the question, still riding the soft current of sunshine and sugar, but when he does process it, when his brain is able to grasp the words you and Eliott, his eyes shoot open. They flick over to the other picnic table, where Imane, Alexia, Emma, and Daphné are all laughing together, too preoccupied with a story Alexia is telling to have heard Manon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responds flatly, then immediately wants to take the words back. It’s an answer that’s too revealing in how defensive it is. Too obvious.

Sure enough, he glances over at Manon, and she’s smiling kindly at him, but her eyes are sharp, knowing.

Fuck.

“Okay.” Manon leans back from him, as though she’s dropping the matter completely, turning her head towards the street, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, but Lucas knows that she knows him too well. She knows that it’s killing him not to ask, that he’s practically vibrating at a low frequency with how badly he wants to ask.

He only lasts a minute before caving.

“Why? Did you hear something?”

Manon bobs her head from side to side, humming. “No, it’s just something Eliott said the other day. It made me wonder.”

Lucas open his mouth, and he hates that it’s automatic but really, since when do you and Eliott talk, what the fuck did Eliott say, only his voice dies in his throat, because he can hear the tell-tale sound of wheels rolling across pavement.

He doesn’t even need to look up and check. It’s Eliott, because of course it is. It’s as though Eliott is tapped directly into Lucas’s thoughts, as though he can hear Lucas’s internal panicking from the other side of Paris and has to come investigate.

Lucas only has to think of Eliott to summon him. Like an evil spirit from a bad horror movie.

Or like a dream.

Or not at all like a dream because Lucas is resolutely staring at the ground, but there is the very real sound of boards scraping to clumsy halts, a very real shiver that wracks Lucas’s body when the girls shout out excited greetings and Eliott gives a small salut next to Idriss’s loud laughter, and when Lucas finally forces himself to look up—just a glance, just for a second—there is a very real boy standing on the pavement, a boy who’s smiling, sweating, and probably smells disgusting.

Eliott’s eyes immediately find Lucas, and he promptly turns away to inspect a particularly fascinating bit of lime green paint peeling from the table, revealing worn, brown wood underneath. His gaze is focused downwards but he can feel Eliott’s eyes on the back of his head, can feel them trailing down his back, across his arms like a phantom caress. Lucas picks at the peel with his fingers, tugs it back to reveal more of the wood.

Idriss is talking to the girls, trading good-natured barbs with Imane and flirting shamelessly with Manon, and Lucas is only half-listening, directing all of his energy towards appearing aloof. Collected. Almost bored.

He hears Emma say something about a party, and he tunes back in.

“Where?” Idriss asks.

“It’s not too far from here, actually. I can text you the address if you want to come.”

Lucas digs his fingers under the paint peel.

“Well…” Lucas can hear Idriss rolling back and forth on his board, drawing the word out. “What do you think, Eliott? Should we grace this soirée with our glamorous selves?”

“Depends if Lucas is going.”

It’s not the words that catch Lucas so much as the way Eliott says them—honestly, bluntly, without a lick of shame. So obvious.

He whips his head up, and everyone is staring at him, their faces showing various stages of confusion and amusement.

Manon coughs delicately next to him. About as subtle as a brick to the face. Briefly, Lucas considers dumping melted ice cream onto her perfect hair.

But what’s more pressing is Eliott. Eliott, who’s currently staring at Lucas like he’s only two moves away from beating him at a game of chess, and the prize is Lucas himself.

And, like. Fuck that.

“I might be there.” Lucas says coolly, which is also, given the circumstances, a bit of a dumb answer because he’s already told all of the girls that he’ll come. He’s hosting the pre-drink.

Alexia is sending him a weird look but Eliott doesn’t seem fazed.

“If I come,” he asks softly, eyes fixed on Lucas, “will you dance with me?”

And there’s Eliott again, knocking Lucas sideways with the way he’s speaking—the unselfconscious hope there. The obvious interest. Too obvious.

It’s a lot, suddenly, to hear that soft, honest voice and have those fucking eyes on him and Lucas loses. He breaks their staring contest to look back down at the table, back at the peeling strip of lime green paint.

“In your dreams, Demaury.” Lucas scoffs, and it’s easier to sound bored when he’s looking down, when he’s not watching the way the afternoon sunlight turns Eliott’s hair into spun gold.

“Exactly.” Eliott says, easily, so easily, almost affectionately, and Lucas exhales sharply, his finger slipping from where it was fiddling with the paint peel, catching on a splinter of wood with a sharp pinch.

“Fuck.” Lucas hisses, pulling his hand back, drops of blood welling from the tip of his finger, bright red drops falling onto the pastel paint. “Fuck.” He repeats, cradling his injured finger in his other hand.

Manon is reaching for him, forehead creased in concern. “Oh shit, Lucas.”

Lucas can feel his face flushing, and it must be the pain, or the sight of the blood, or the summer heat, or all of these things at once.

He waves Manon off, rising from the bench. “It’s fine, I just need to. Bathroom.”

He brushes past the rest of them without meeting any of their eyes, saying “It’s fine,” again when Daphné asks if he’s alright. His face is still flushing, blood pooling in his cheeks, and he’s not sure he can keep blaming it on the deadly July sun. Too obvious.

Inside the parlour it’s hot, crowded and chaotic, but the bathroom is free, a single stall with a bright yellow door that’s hanging open. Lucas practically runs inside, slamming the door shut behind himself and clicking the lock into place.

There’s a single fluorescent light on the ceiling, humming lowly and washing a harsh white over the cheery pink tiles on the wall. Lucas takes a breath, leaning back against the door, small drops of blood trickling down his finger, dripping onto the white linoleum floor.

He’s startled by knocking on the door, three swift raps at the back of his head.

“Occupé!” Lucas bites out, pressing down harder on his injured finger, but then there’s a soft voice coming through the door.

“Lucas, it’s me.”

“Oh.” Lucas murmurs, and he doesn’t think much about it before he’s turning towards the door, the sound of the bolt sliding out of place as loud as a gunshot in the quiet bathroom.

Eliott steps inside, closing the door behind himself and re-locking it.

Maybe Lucas’s earlier hypothesis was wrong, because he wasn’t even thinking about Eliott this time. He wasn’t thinking about anything at all, but here he is, tall and tanned, shoulders slouching downwards, hands tucked into his pockets.

He’s so fucking cute. Lucas wants to scream.

“Hey,” Eliott says, quirking a half-smile at Lucas. His eyes drift down to Lucas’s finger and the smile droops slightly. “Does it hurt?”

Lucas shrugs, and Eliott reaches for him.

“Here.” He guides Lucas to the sink, turning on the cold water and bringing Lucas’s hand underneath it. Lucas bites back a gasp when the water touches his stringing cut, and Eliott notices, frowning at him.

“I’m sorry.”

Lucas doesn’t look away from their joined hands under the sink, watching trails of blood swirl down the drain. “Sorry for what?”

“For this.” Eliott strokes one finger over the back of Lucas’s hand. “It was my fault.”

Lucas coughs to hide a shiver. “You give yourself too much credit.”

Eliott huffs a laugh. “Really? Because it looks like you were really distracted by me.”

“I wasn’t.”

Eliott gently squeezes Lucas’s injured finger, the blood almost completely washed away now. “No?” He asks, and he sounds more amused than concerned.

“No.” Lucas says shortly. He can’t say anything else because the annoying thing is, Eliott is right. Lucas is so distracted by him: by the feeling of his hands against Lucas’s own; by the way Eliott smells, like mint and sunshine and boy, which defies all logic based on how sweaty Lucas can see he is; and by the way Lucas can practically feel the warmth radiating from Eliott’s sun-kissed skin. He’s thinking about a few nights ago, when Eliott invited him over to watch a film and Lucas fell asleep on his chest, face pressed into his skin, surrounded by Eliott’s warmth, more comfortable that he can ever remember being in his entire life.

Yeah, distracting.

But it’s chill. Lucas may be bleeding, but it’s chill. Not obvious.

“I think you’re okay.” Eliott announces, turning the tap off. He pulls out a sheet of paper towel from the dispenser and delicately wraps it around Lucas’s finger. “It looks like it’s stopped bleeding. But you can always ask if they have any band-aids if you need one.”

“I don’t need a band-aid,” Lucas says sourly. “It was hardly bleeding.”

Eliott just hums, brining Lucas’s hand to his lips and presses a dainty kiss to his wrapped finger.

“I missed you.” Eliott whispers against the paper towel.

Lucas feels something, he doesn’t know what, but something rush through his body at the words, at the soft way Eliott says them. He can’t put a name to the feeling, but it’s restless. It rolls through him like a wave, roiling like a storm.

“You saw me two days ago.” His voice is embarrassingly faint.

Eliott rolls his eyes. “Yeah, exactly. Two.” He presses a kiss on the back of Lucas’s hand. “Whole.” A kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Days.” A kiss near the crease of his elbow. “I’m practically dying over here.”

“Hm. Sounds like a you problem.”

Eliott leans back, Lucas’s hand still caught in his. “Oh yeah?” He laughs. “You’re telling me you didn’t miss me?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“So, should I just pretend that I never received that text message from you at two in the morning?”

Lucas’s face flushes. Again. So obvious.

He goes for plausible deniability, because that worked so well for him earlier. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” Eliott is grinning at him, eyes scrunching at the corners, and it’s so endearing that it physically hurts not to smile back. Lucas feels his cheek twitch.

There’s a beat where they just stare at each other.

Then Eliott’s tugging him closer by his hand, Eliott is saying, “Okay, enough, come here, please,” and Lucas is pressed up against him, chest to chest, and Eliott really is so warm, Lucas can feel it bleeding into his t-shirt, and Eliott is bending down, eyes on Lucas’s lips but Lucas pulls back, makes him work for it just because he can.

Only, Eliott doesn’t seem to mind. He just smiles, and chases him, leaning in to kiss Lucas gently, their mouths brushing together soft and feather-light. Lucas can feel himself melt into it, tipping his head back further like he’s a flower arcing up towards Eliott’s sunlight.

“You’re sure you didn’t miss me?” Eliott teases, so close Lucas can taste the mint on his breath. “This feels a lot like you missed me.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Lucas groans. “You’re so annoying.” He bites down on Eliott’s bottom lip, partially just to be rude and partially to get a reaction out of Eliott, to see the way his eyes widen, then narrow.

“Fuck.” Eliott murmurs, and he’s diving in for another kiss, releasing Lucas’s hand to wrap both arms around his waist, dipping him backwards with how hard he’s pressing forwards. Lucas’s own hands rise to Eliott’s shoulders, grip the muscle and bone there to steady himself, his back bending at an angle that’s uncomfortable, bordering painful, but then Eliott is deepening the kiss, their joined mouths parting with a slick sound and Lucas is gone.

There’s dirty linoleum squeaking under his sneakers, the hum of the fluorescent light in his ears, and his injured finger is still throbbing, but all of that becomes faint, fuzzy details in Lucas’s consciousness that blur until he forgets where he is. He could be on a beach. He could be in a field. He could be on the surface of the sun. He could be anywhere with Eliott kissing him, holding onto him, breathing him in.

Lucas is gone, gone.

There’s a monologue somewhere in his mind, in some greying corner of too obvious, too obvious, too obvious, telling Lucas that this is too much. He’s feeling too much. He thinks about Eliott too much. He dreams about Eliott too much.

He should have known the first day he saw Eliott, rolling into the school grounds on his board, snapback on backwards, smile blindingly beautiful, every head turning to follow his progress. Lucas should have known he was as doomed as the rest of them.

The entire world is in love with you.

And that it’s for Lucas, that’s what makes him break away from Eliott’s lips, his hands loosening their tight grip on Eliott’s shoulders. Eliott isn’t deterred though, just latches his mouth onto Lucas’s neck and makes his way downwards, pulling aside the collar of Lucas’s t-shirt to kiss the spot where Lucas’s shoulder meets his neck.

“Eliott.” Lucas says, pressing his hands against Eliott’s chest, pushing him back.

Eliott detaches his mouth from Lucas’s skin, his hands sliding up Lucas’s sides until they reach his face, cupping it in his palms. “Please,” Eliott breathes. “Please come back to mine. Idriss won’t care.”

“I can’t.” Lucas says, voice muffled by Eliott dipping in for another kiss. “I’m with the girls, and they—”

“We could just tell them.”

The words leave Eliott’s mouth and they both stop, Lucas pulling his head back, Eliott’s hands falling from Lucas’s face.

“Tell them what?” Lucas asks slowly.

Eliott’s cheeks flush, like he’s embarrassed, but he doesn’t drop Lucas’s gaze. It’s frustratingly attractive, how he always holds eye contact, even when he’s saying something difficult. Because everything about Eliott is maddeningly perfect.

“I think they’d be happy for you, if you told them you have a boyfriend.”

“But I don’t have a boyfriend.”

The memory of it is too fresh in Lucas’s mind, the way Eliott looked when he asked him, Lucas, will you be my boyfriend? Lucas had only felt disbelief, sheer disbelief at the question, at the very notion that Eliott is apparently the type of guy to take a person on one date, and then ask them go steady. Or whatever.

When his disbelief had faded, blind panic took place. And so he’d said the first glib response that came to mind: In your dreams, Eliott Demaury.

Eliott sighs, tilting his head back to the ceiling, to the flickering fluorescent light. “Alright, that you’re seeing someone.”

“Seeing someone.” Lucas repeats dubiously. “Yeah, no, they’ll want deets. And I’m not ready to give deets.”

Now it’s Eliott’s turn to sound dubious. “Deets?”

“Yes. Deets. Everyone thought we hated each other, Eliott. For a long time. So they’ll want to know everything and I just…I don’t want to tell them. I mean, we talked about this.” Lucas finishes weakly, because they did talk about it. Over text, because sometimes Lucas is a coward and he is notproud of it. But the topic was addressed, more or less.

Eliott’s staring at him again, and Lucas fights the urge to shift awkwardly under his gaze. “Okay.” He finally says, letting out a breath. He takes a step forward, bringing their bodies close together again. “But can I ask you for something?”

Normally, Lucas is loathe to agree to any favours, ever, but he will go to his grave without admitting that Eliott is the one exception. The only one.

“I’m not giving you a handie in here, if that’s what you’re going for.”

Eliott makes a scandalized noise, and bursts into laughter. “Lucas! Jesus Christ, no!” He runs a hand over his face, as though he can’t believe Lucas is someone he has to endure in this life. “Although,” his hand drops away and his eyebrows raise. “Now that you’ve put the idea my head…”

He takes another step closer, reaching out for Lucas’s waist and Lucas laughs, slapping his hand away. “Alright, then what?” He asks, pushing Eliott back with a finger at the centre of his chest. Eliott tries to grasp onto Lucas’s hand but Lucas dodges, dancing away until his back hits the yellow-tiled wall of the bathroom.

Lucas had, briefly, forgotten where he was, but now all of the details of the bathroom come back into sharp focus. And it finally occurs to him that he and Eliott have been away for a while. That they disappeared one after another and that they’ll return at the same time. He already knows how that will look to the group. To Manon. So obvious.

“Dance with me.” Eliott says in a rush. “Tonight. At the party.”

Lucas blinks at him. “You really want to do that?”

Eliott nods. His shoulders are hunched again, sloping down towards the floor as though his entire body is frowning. He looks…anxious. It sends a lightning bolt of pain into Lucas’s heart.

So Lucas says, “Okay,” because he doesn’t actually want to play with Eliott’s feelings, whatever they may be right now. He’s just trying to protect himself. He’s preparing for the moment Eliott gets bored of him and picks up something else that looks shiny. Because that’s what he’s always heard Eliott does.

It’s easy for him. The entire world is in love with him.

“Fine.” Lucas says, and he rolls his eyes like it’s a big chore but he smiles. “One dance.”

Eliott grins, bouncing forward on his toes. “Great.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Lucas says, pressing himself away from the wall. “I need to return to the girls before they come looking for me themselves.” He steps around Eliott, bopping their hips together and reaching up to flick Eliott’s nose. “See you tonight, I guess.” He unlocks the door, opens it, and glances over his shoulder to get one last look at Eliott there, bathed in fluorescence but still achingly beautiful, looking like summer personified, like a pool Lucas is dying to dive into.

He drags his gaze down Eliott’s body and says, “By the way, your fly is low.”

The door shuts behind him, but he can still hear Eliott’s laugh.

He speed-walks back out to where the girls are, to see they’re all at the same table now, with Idriss standing next to it, two skateboards at his feet. Lucas can recognize Celeste, the new pale pink wheels Eliott put on her last week already tinged grey by gravel.

“Lucas.” Alexia says pleasantly. “Where have you been?”

Lucas holds up his paper-towel bandaged finger. “Tending to a fatal wound.”

“Right.” Emma has her chin resting on her folded hands, and she smiles toothily at him. “You were gone for a while.” Her eyes widen. “Must have been a lot of blood.”

Lucas feels his traitorous cheeks flush. Don’t be obvious.

“There was queue for the bathroom.” He lies easily, throwing himself down on the bench next to Imane and steadfastly avoiding any and all eye possible instances of eye contact.

“Lucas.” He glances up at Idriss, who’s smiling at him from behind a pair of Ray-Bans. “You’re hosting the pre-drink tonight, right?” He asks, leaning forward one one bent knee, his foot propped up on the table.

“Yeah.” Lucas nods, fiddling with the paper towel around his finger, searching for the phantom sensation of lips pressed against it. “Do you need my address?”

Idriss shakes his head. “I’ve got it. But what time should we come?”

We.

Him and Sofiane, probably. And Eliott. Probably. Not just at the party, but at the pre-drink. In Lucas’s flat. Where Lucas’s bedroom is.

“Uh,” Lucas draws out, blanking out for so long that Manon answers for him.

“Around nine is good.”

Idriss grins. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at nine, then.” He slaps one hand against the table and straightens, bending down to pick up the two boards. “I’ll take these and go find Eliott.” Idriss’s eyes flick over to Lucas, who immediately glances away at the trash bins. “Wherever he may have gone.” Idriss finishes on laugh, taking two long strides into the doors of the parlour.

Lucas can feel Imane’s eyes burning into the side of his head but he keeps staring at the trash bins, watching two seagulls fight over a piece of waffle cone.

Daphné starts talking about potential outfit choices for the night, and Lucas is glad for it, for the distraction it brings, for how she grabs everyone’s attention at the table, and he can take a deep breath.

Suddenly, the idea of going to a party that night is beyond appealing. Lucas needs enough vodka in his system to tranquilize a horse.

Eliott doesn’t arrive at Lucas’s place until nine-thirty.

Lucas has had a drink or two by that point, and some of the anxiety he was feeling earlier—when he’d stood in front of his dresser with the drawers open in the middle of a crisis about t-shirts—has dissipated. He’s talking with Arthur and Yann in the kitchen, and he has a drink in hand and he’s feeling good. It’s chill, he’s chill, and he’s definitely not going to go into his room and change his black t-shirt for a blue one.

Then he hears Alexia excitedly call out, “Eliott!”

Lucas freezes, mid-sentence, eyes drifting to the kitchen entryway, and Yann smirks at him.

“Shut up.” Lucas says, pushing Yann’s face away with an open palm, and Arthur glances between them, brow furrowed.

“Shut up about what?”

“Nothing.” Lucas mutters, taking a sip from his drink to cover. It’s something Emma made him, something with vodka and soda and juice—it’s sickeningly sweet, and will probably give him the most spectacular hangover in the morning, but it also burns pleasantly in Lucas’s stomach.

Arthur shrugs and keeps talking, picking up the thread of a story he hadn’t finished earlier, but Lucas is too distracted to hear, because there’s Eliott, poking his fluffy head into the kitchen and smiling widely when he sees Lucas. It’s probably the vodka/soda/juice combo, but Lucas returns the smile without thinking. Was that obvious?

Eliott comes over to them, bumping fists with Yann and Arthur, and smiling at Lucas. Still smiling. “How’s your night, boys?”

“Just getting started!” Arthur cheers, knocking his glass of wine back. A bit of the liquid dribbles onto his chin, and Yann wipes it off, laughing.

“Do you have any beer?” Eliott asks, eyes on Lucas.

Lucas raises an eyebrow. “Can’t afford your own?”

“Idriss has some, but…” Eliott’s smile sharpens. “I bet yours tastes better.”

Arthur blinks. Yann throws his head back and cackles. Lucas bites down on his lip until he can almost taste blood, cheek twitching.

“I don’t have any, actually.” Lucas says lightly, even though he definitely has a full case in the fridge. “You can have one of Yann’s.”

Yann makes an offended noise and Lucas smiles pleasantly at him, turning away from them to open the fridge. He actually does get Eliott one of his own, because no one has to know and honestly, Yann has terrible taste. He seems to drink shitty beer just for the glory of drinking shitty beer.

“Here.” Lucas says, turning back around, then stops in surprise when he sees the kitchen is empty expect for him and Eliott. He frowns. “Where did everyone go?”

Eliott shrugs. “Don’t know.”

Lucas narrows his eyes, suspicious. “Whatever.” He slams the beer bottle down on the table. “That’s for you, so. Enjoy.”

Eliott beams at him. “Thank you, baby.”

“Whatever,” Lucas repeats, his brain unable to come up with a better comeback, and suddenly he’s itching to leave the kitchen, which feels too small with only him and Eliott inside of it, all of the empty air taken up by Eliott’s bright smile and teasing eyes.

“I meant to tell you,” Eliott says lowly as Lucas passes him, stopping him with a gentle hand on his arm. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

Lucas shrugs. “I know.”

“Do you think I look nice?” Eliott drops his hold on Lucas to spread his arms out, his button-up shirt gaping open across his chest. Lucas squints. There are snakes patterned all over it. “I showered and everything.”

“Is that what that smell is?”

Eliott bursts into laughter. “Fuck off.” He says, but the words have no bite.

Lucas takes another sip of his drink to hide his smile. “Alright well.” He takes a step backwards towards the hallway. “Bye.”

“Wait.” Eliott tugs Lucas back to him by his t-shirt, dipping down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. It happens so quickly, Eliott is holding Lucas close, his breath warm on the side of his face, and then he’s gone, snagging his beer from the table and disappearing into the hallway.

“Byeeeeeee,” Eliott calls over his shoulder, drawing the word out like Alexia always does, voice lilting up at the end, leaving Lucas behind in the kitchen.

Manon finds him like that, with his plastic cup in hand, mouth hanging open, cheeks coloured bright pink, and she smiles at him so, so knowingly. So obvious.

They leave the coloc at almost eleven, stumbling out of the flat like a circus act, a mess of tangled limbs and tripping shoes and drunken rambunctiousness. Lucas shushes them all as they spill out into the hallway, fearful of the neighbours.

“Please.” Mika says as he swans by, a floral kimono trailing after him. “It’s just Gertrude next door, and if anything, she’d want to come with us to the party.”

As if on cue, the door down the hall opens and a tiny, white-haired woman pops her head out. She grins when she sees them.

“That’s it, kids! Live like gods tonight! Put the moon and stars to shame!”

There’s a beat of silence, then Mika, Emma, Alexia, and Idriss rush towards her, cheering, and Lucas plants his face in his palm.

“What even is my life?” He mutters to himself.

Everyone around him is moving, the girls piling into the elevator with Sofiane and Mika and Idriss still talking to Gertrude, Idriss offering her a shot of whiskey, and in the chaos, Lucas feels a hand slide down his side, resting at his lower back.

“You heard her, baby,” a low voice whispers in his ear. “Let’s put the moon and stars to shame.”

Lucas only catches a glimpse of Eliott’s curved eyes, the corner of a lopsided grin, and then he’s disappearing into the elevator, the spot he was touching on Lucas’s lower back burning like there was now a brand of Eliott’s hand there.

“Lucas, come on!” Daphné calls out, everyone motioning him in, and he sighs, then throws himself into the throng.

What even is my life?

They get to the party without any major mishaps or injuries, the only close call when Idriss almost collided into a lamp post on his skateboard, then Eliott, laughing at Idriss, had crashed into the curb with his own board, collapsing onto the grass on the other side of it, long arms flailing out.

Lucas had laughed so hard he nearly cried.

The party is in a townhouse, at the end of a street of tall and narrow homes on the outskirts of the neighbourhood. Lucas knows which house it is right away, from the door that’s propped open spilling light and music onto the dark street. There’s a small group of people smoking outside, gathered outside a low iron gate. Lucas doesn’t know any of them, but they all cheer when they see them approaching, one girl in the group offering a bottle of champagne out to Alexia.

“Enter at your own risk.” The girl says with a laugh. “It’s wild in there.”

Emma lets out a laugh that Lucas can only describe as villainous. “Guys. Let’s fucking goooooo.”

The girl wasn’t kidding. There are people everywhere inside: sitting on the staircase, propped up on the counters in the kitchen, dancing in the living room, talking in the hallways, and crowding out onto a back deck, the back door propped open by what looks like a garden gnome.

The girls immediately go for the living room, Emma waving excitedly at someone she recognizes, Mika following behind them, holding up, of all things, a disco ball. Idriss, Sofiane, Eliott, and Yann make their way towards the back deck, and Lucas gets pulled into the kitchen by Arthur and Basile. Arthur cracks open another bottle of wine and Basile pulls a beer out of the fridge, offering it to Lucas.

Lucas takes it but doesn’t drink from it right away. He’s already a bit drunk and it’s overwhelming inside the house. Bodies crush around Lucas like a pulse, the music so loud it seems to pound directly into his ribcage.

He gets pulled by Basile and Arthur again, back to the living room to find the girls.

From there, Lucas gets caught in a swirl of bodies, passed from Manon, to Alexia, to Arthur, the room spinning around him as he dances. He loses his beer somewhere but then Emma hands him a shot and he knocks it back without question. It burns all the way down his throat but he likes it. He likes how it makes the house more welcoming than overwhelming, how he seems to flow through the crowd now rather than be crushed by it.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Basile crows in his ear. He has one arm around Lucas and one around Arthur. “This is what it’s all about, boys!”

Arthur laughs and trips, making all three of them stumble apart. Lucas flails his arms out, and one of them gets caught by Daphné.

“Come on, Lucas!” She yells. “Let’s dance!”

So, they dance.

The song changes to something new, something upbeat and dance-y and the crowd cheers, Daphné laughing as Lucas spins her in a circle, her hair fanning out behind her. Lucas lets himself be carried away by the music, by the beat that practically shakes the walls, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, swaying his body from side to side.

losing myself, i’m losing myself tonight

Arthur yells something in his ear but Lucas doesn’t catch it, just keeps his eyes closed, keeps moving his body to the beat, uncaring of how ridiculous he might look. He gets lost in it.

So when a pair of hands come to his hips, he jolts in surprise, eyes snapping open. He can see Daphné and Basile dancing together, and can see Imane and Manon talking at the opening of the hallway, but other than that the gang has disappeared.

The hands on his hips tighten, and Lucas swears he knows those hands. He knows the broad chest pressing against his back. Knows the soft hair tickling the nape of his neck.

He says, “Eliott,” before he even turns around and Eliott laughs lowly in his ear.

“You said you’d dance with me, remember?”

“Yeah.” Lucas breathes, and it must be the party, the overwhelming crowd making anonymity a tantalizing possibility. Or it must be the alcohol Lucas can still feel swimming in his veins, tipsy more than drunk now, but still pleasantly hazy in a way that makes grinding back on Eliott seem like a very good idea. The best idea. Or, more than anything, it might be Eliott himself, who’s hands feel like heaven on Lucas’s body, who’s voice is sweet in Lucas’s ear, telling him how good he looks, telling him how badly Eliott wanted to touch him the second he saw him start to dance, and who smells so fucking good. Seriously, it’s going to kill Lucas one day, how good Eliott smells all the time. How badly Lucas wants to press his face into Eliott’s neck, his chest, feel the heat of his skin and inhale.

“Fuck.” Eliott hisses and Lucas thinks for a moment that Eliott really is tapped into his thoughts, because yeah, fuck.

Eliott has his face near Lucas’s shoulder, practically panting into his ear. “You’re so fucking hot.” Eliott murmurs, and Lucas shakes his head. He’s not, he isn’t—

“No.” He says nonsensically. “You.”

But Eliott runs with it. “Me?”

“Yeah.” Lucas turns in Eliott’s arms, feels his hands slide around to his back, to that same place he’d touched earlier, and he feels just as warm from it. Just as claimed. He wonders if, in some way, Eliott has ruined him a little bit. If Lucas will never be able to feel anyone else’s hands on himself without thinking of Eliott, of the gentle but firm way he touches Lucas, as though he’s saying, I’m here, I’m here, if you want me, just with his hands.

But Lucas doesn’t want to think about anyone else touching him. He doesn’t want to think about Eliott touching anyone else.

He tilts his head back to meet Eliott’s eyes. “You.” He says again, and the word gets lost in the yelling and laughing around them, in the music still blaring.

we givin’ up (givin’ up, we givin’ up)

“You’re more than hot.” Lucas says, which absolutely is not what he planned to say, but it comes out, and Eliott must just catch it because his brow furrows.

“More than hot?”

“You’re amazing. You might be the best person I know.” And Lucas’s mouth is still moving faster than his brain. “I always act like you annoy me but it’s because I like you so much. Too much.”

Eliott smiles wide, eyes crinkling, and Lucas feels the bottom of his heart drop.

“And I’m just waiting for you to end it.”

Eliott’s smile falls, lightning-fast, and Lucas wants to disappear into the floor. He wants to pull the words from the air and force them back down his throat, drown them with vodka.

“What?” Eliott asks, and he’s frowning now, and Lucas is waving his hands frantically.

“No. No! That’s not—forget I said that!”

“Lucas. What does that mean?”

“Are we not dancing?” Lucas voice rises an entire octave, still barely audible over the music. “Let’s go back to dancing. Let’s do that!”

“Baby.” Lucas doesn’t hear the word, just watches Eliott’s mouth form it, sees the way Eliott’s entire body is caving towards him, shoulders sloping down, eyes heavy with worry.

Lucas stops. Opens his mouth and closes it.

“Come on.” Eliott grips onto Lucas’s hand and tugs him away from the centre of the living room, out of the mass of bodies still jumping, swaying, spinning, gyrating, heads tilted back, arms in the air.

losing myself, i’m losing myself tonight

Eliott guides him away from the hallway, where Imane and Manon are still standing, staring at them; Manon with concern, Imane with thinly veiled curiosity. Eliott keeps pulling him away, though the back door onto the porch, a rickety wooden platform that steps down to a small backyard with an iron fence, a park just beyond that.

“Eliott.” Lucas tries, but he doesn’t get any further than that. He has no idea what even would have said. Eliott, I’m sorry. Eliott, I didn’t mean to say that. Eliott, I’m just trying not to get my heart broken.

They finally stop when they reach a corner of the small yard, Eliott turning Lucas so he’s pressed back against the fence, Eliott blocking him from the prying eyes on the porch, the small group of people passing a joint around, the two girls making out on a lawn chair.

Lucas is grateful for it, because if he’s going to have an emotional breakdown, he sure doesn’t want it to happen with an audience, but the way Eliott is looming over him also makes him nervous. He can’t look away from Eliott like this, when he’s surrounded by him. He can’t drop his glance anywhere without his eyes catching on Eliott’s lips, on a sliver of his bare chest, on the curve of his nose, the veins on his arms, the face of one of the snakes on his shirt, curling around Eliott’s shoulder.

Lucas can still faintly hear the music, and the song changes to something else, something lower, with more bass, that gets another cheer from inside.

“What did you mean?” Eliott asks, eyes intent on Lucas.

Lucas shrugs, lowering his eyes from the snake on Eliott’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean anything.”

“Lucas, come on.”

Eliott sounds frustrated, and for some reason, rather than cow Lucas into submission, that makes him angry.

“Well, what am I supposed to think?” He asks loudly, getting the attention of the girls on the lawn chair. “You come out of nowhere and tell me that you like me? When I was never nice to you, not once. You could have gotten with like, literally anybody else.”

Eliott blinks at him. “I am…so confused by what you’re saying right now. Did I not tell you that I’ve liked you this entire time?”

“Okay, but.” Lucas makes an angry noise in the back of his throat. He doesn’t want to say this. “I’ve heard things.”

Eliott’s face darkens. “What things.”

“That you get bored! That you move on to the next exciting person when the one you’re with isn’t a mystery to you anymore. So, yeah, I was really rude to you because I didn’t want to be another one of those people. And now I…” Lucas sighs. “Now I fucking am.”

“Alright, firstly.” Eliott looks absolutely pissed. “I have no idea where those rumours started but they aren’t true. I mean, yeah, there was a time last year when I dated a few people really quickly, and I’m not proud about that, but Lucas.” Eliott laughs once. “I wanted to be dating you, that entire time! I was so gone for you from the first time you spoke to me. I’ve never wanted anyone from you. I know it’s not fair to those people, it really isn’t, but I was just distracting myself because I thought I’d never have a chance with you.”

Lucas, too shocked to have a proper thought, says the first thing that comes into his head. “You never said secondly.”

“What?”

“You said ‘firstly’, but you never had a second point. It’s really annoying when people—”

“Oh my god.” Eliott groans, tilting his head back to the night sky. “You’re the most difficult person on the planet, I swear.”

Lucas, grossly offended by that, opens his mouth to respond, but Eliott cuts him off.

“Secondly, I thought I’d never have a chance with you until Yann says something to me, something about how you always bring me up in conversation for no reason at all. So, I thought, maybe I actually have—”

Fucking Yann. “Okay, wait, for the record, I did not—”

“Will you please let me finish?” Eliott is loud enough that Lucas can see a few curious heads popping over Eliott’s shoulder. “Lucas.” Eliott says, and he sounds annoyed and fond and tired and Lucas likes him so much he might explode. He might combust right there, a star going supernova just from the sound of Eliott’s voice. “I asked you out, and I still can’t believe you said yes, when I’ve had a crush on you for so long. And there was a part of me that thought, maybe we’d go out and discover we’re not good for each other that way. But then we did, and…well, I think we really are. Good for each other. So, yeah, I asked you to be my boyfriend on our first date because spending more time with you has just made me like you more. If that’s even possible.” Eliott huffs out a breath. “You’re really stubborn sometimes, you know that? And I don’t understand why you decided to believe some stupid rumours instead of talking to me about this.”

Lucas stares down at the ground, at the gap of flat, brown grass between his and Eliott’s sneakers. “It was easy for me to believe them.”

“Why?”

He keeps looking down, trying to give Eliott back some of the honesty that he’s given Lucas. “Easy to believe anything rather than you’d really like me. That you want a relationship with me.”

Eliott sighs, and it sounds sad. “Lucas.”

“Whatever.” Lucas rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve got issues, who doesn’t these days.”

There are gentle fingers on Lucas’s neck, a thumb tilting his chin up, up, until his eyes meet Eliott’s, bright and grey and intense.

Lucas gulps.

“I don’t understand how you can see yourself that way.” Eliott says. “I think you’re everything.”

“Yeah, well.” Lucas huffs. “You said it yourself, I’m difficult. My life can be difficult.”

Eliott shakes his head. “So can mine. I mean, I know there are things that you haven’t told me, that aren’t my business, but I guess I’m saying that…” Eliott pauses, licks his lips, and Lucas tracks the motion without meaning to. “I want these things to be my business. If you want to tell me things, then I want to listen. I want to be here for you.”

“That’s…” Lucas inhales sharply. “That’s what you want?”

“What I want,” Eliott starts slowly, “is to be your boyfriend. I want you to trust me. I want to take you on dates. I want to hold your hand when we walk places together. I want to kiss you in front of our friends and I don’t give a shit if they make fun of us for it. Okay? That’s what I want.”

Lucas’s exhale is a shudder, his entire body shivering in the late-night air, in the burning touch of Eliott’s fingers on his skin. “I…want that too.”

Eliott smiles, and really, Lucas thinks he never had any chance of self-preservation at all.

The entire world is in love with you.

I’m in love with you.

“Yeah?” Eliott asks, his hands sliding up to cup Lucas’s cheeks. “You want me to be your boyfriend?”

Lucas nods, his forehead brushing against Eliott’s. He can practically hear his heart beating, a runaway train pressing against his ribs. “I want to be with you. Eliott.” He pulls back enough that he can see Eliott’s entire face. Fuck it, Eliott’s not the only one who can make big, romantic speeches. “You should know, that’s all I’ve ever wanted too.”

Eliott blinks at him.

“And I lo—” Okay, maybe not that romantic. “I really, really like you. Stupid amounts.”

“Stupid amounts.” Eliott echoes, and then he’s leaning forward and they’re kissing, under the night sky, standing on burnt grass, before the eyes of an enthralled and stoned audience.

Lucas thinks he might hear a faint applause.

He pulls away from Eliott on a giggle, high and bubbly and uncontrollable.

“I can’t believe this.” He says, laying his hands flat on Eliott’s chest, on the place where his button-up gapes open. “I never thought that…”

Eliott’s hand slide down to Lucas’s back, pulling him in gently. “Me too.” He presses a kiss to the top of Lucas’s head. “I was worried for a second there. I’m all out of romantic speeches.”

“Well.” Lucas tilts his head up, held tightly in the circle of Eliott’s arms. “How about I do one, then?”

Eliott brushes their noses together. “Okay.”

“Let’s ditch this party, and go back to my place.”

Eliott bursts into laughter. “I don’t know what else I was expecting.”

They re-enter the house, making a beeline for the kitchen, where Lucas can see the gang posted up in a corner, in varying states of sobriety.

“Well, well, well.” Emma says when she sees them, wagging a finger at Lucas. “Where have you boys been?”

“Nowhere.” Lucas says, at the same time that Eliott says, “Everywhere.”

Imane and Idriss each raise a suspicious eyebrow.

It’s Basile that goes for the blunt question. “Are you guys dating now?”

Eliott glances over at Lucas. “Uh. Yeah, we are.” He says, but it’s said almost as a question, as though he’s not sure that Lucas still wants this.

Lucas’s cheek twitches.

A chorus of gasps goes up in the kitchen.

“Oh my god!” Mika yells. “Tell me this is true! Tell me!”

“Fucking finally!” Alexia crows.

Eliott and Lucas, however, only have eyes for each other, so Eliott sees it clearly when Lucas mouths, in your dreams, Eliott Demaury.

And Lucas sees it clearly when Eliott mouths back, exactly.

Eliott, of course, gets sucked into a celebratory bro-hug with Sofiane and Idriss. Arthur kisses Lucas on the forehead, Basile high-fives him, and Yann just grins at him from across the kitchen.

Lucas thinks he catches some money being exchanged subtly under the kitchen table, and he can’t even say he’s that surprised.

He hears Eliott trying to extricate himself from Idriss and Sofiane, telling them he and Lucas are going to go home, which just inspires another round of shocked gasps. Idriss immediately starts egging Eliott about safe-sex practices. Eliott, in turn, tells him pleasantly to fuck off.

Lucas watches him for a moment, watches how Eliott’s eyes light up as he listens, watches how he smiles so wide his eyes scrunch up into half-moons, watches how he ducks his chin towards his chest shyly when Emma says something to him, watches how he fiddles with his phone in his hands, long fingers curling around the device.

Suddenly, all Lucas can think about is being close to him, being alone with him, touching him. Eliott.

And maybe, possibly, Eliott really is tuned into Lucas’s thoughts, because his head snaps up, their eyes meet, and it looks like Eliott is thinking the exact same thing.

Their staring contest is broken only by Manon appearing at Lucas’s elbow, a gentle hand pressing into his back.

“You’re being obvious,” she whispers into Lucas’s ear, and Lucas can’t control the smile that spreads across his face.

Yeah. I am.

It’s late by the time he and Eliott are actually able to leave, but the party is still in full force, the bursting house exhaling them both onto the pavement outside.

Eliott reaches for his hand as soon as they pass through the gate, their fingers twining together while their cheeks flush, smiles pointing shyly downwards.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Eliott says, grinning. He tugs Lucas’s hand up his mouth and kisses the back of it once. Then again. Again.

Lucas tucks himself into Eliott’s side, shivering, pressing their linked hands to his chest. “Me too.” He murmurs, and he stands on his toes to kiss Eliott’s cheek.

The air is cool and thick outside, the promise of rain heavy in the encroaching clouds. Possibly a thunderstorm. Lucas considers it, watching the rain fall while tangled up with Eliott in his sheets. He imagines being kissed while a storm rages beyond his window and really, that doesn’t sound too bad.

“You want to stay the night, right?” He checks, and Eliott nods, pressing his own kiss to Lucas’s cheek.

“Nowhere I’d rather be.” He says.

They stumble a bit on the pavement, wrapped too tightly together, Eliott unbalanced with Celeste tucked under his free arm, but they don’t even try to separate, aware that if one of them falls, the other one will too.

"What was the song?" Lucas asks after a beat, playing with Eliott's fingers idly.

"What song?"

Lucas nudges his shoulder. "The song you said reminded me of you."

Eliott bites his lip, shakes his head. "Not telling you."

Lucas frowns. "Really?"

"I'm not telling you yet." Eliott amends, drawing Lucas closer to his side. Lucas pretends to struggle against him, but eventually presses his head into Eliott's chest, already wondering how he can get that song title out of him.

“So, hey.” Eliott whispers into Lucas’s hair. “We’re boyfriends.”

Lucas laughs, pulling his head away. “Yeah. And?”

“And nothing. I just wanted to say it.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Maybe so, but I’m still your boyfriend.”

Lucas has no comeback. He just presses a grin into Eliott’s bicep.

“Huh.” Eliott says thoughtfully. “I’ve found a way to make you be nice to me.”

“Oh fuck off.” Lucas swats at Eliott’s ribs, then leaps away before Eliott can retaliate.

“Nope, never mind.” Eliott sighs. “You’re still mean to me.”

“I’m never mean to you.” Lucas protests, spinning in a circle on the pavement.

“Bullshit!” Eliott laughs. “You so are!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lucas says primly, turning away from Eliott again, but then he hears Celeste clatter to the ground, hears three long strides across the pavement, and then there are hands on his waist, lifting him and throwing him over a bony shoulder.

“What the fuck!” Lucas screeches but he’s laughing uncontrollably, Eliott swinging him around in a circle. “Eliott, put me down!”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“Eliott!”

“Not until you promise to be nice to me.”

“I promise not to kill you in your sleep tonight. How’s that?”

Eliott laughs, then gently tips forward until Lucas’s feet touch the road again. “Tell you what,” he says, “I’ll let it go if you do something for me.”

Lucas’s eyes narrow. “What?”

Eliott tilts his head to the side, to where Celeste is resting against the curb.

Lucas takes a step back. “Oh, no. No way.”

“Babe, come on. I’ll go with you.”

Lucas blanches. “Would that not make it more dangerous?”

Eliott shrugs. “Probably not. Like, no more than usual.”

“Oh my god.”

He caves, because of course he does, and a few minutes later, Lucas is on the front of the board, rolling down another street, and Eliott is behind him, pushing the board with one foot, hands tight on Lucas’s waist.

“This is so stupid!” Lucas shrieks as they round a corner, bodies swaying back and forth, but he can’t stop the giggle that follows, bubbling out of his chest like champagne.

Eliott is laughing too, loud cackles that echo down the quiet street. “You’re having fun, admit it!”

Lucas won’t admit it, but he is having fun. It’s fun to feel the pavement roll away underneath his feet, fun to have the wind sailing past his ears, ruffling his hair, fun to have Eliott there with him, holding onto him, guiding him, keeping him safe.

“Hey.” Eliott calls from behind him. “You know what you said to me, when I first asked you to be my boyfriend?”

Lucas grins. “Yes?”

“Well, you were right. It was in my dreams. You were. This was.”

“This was? Us riding together on a skateboard in the Parisian suburbs?”

Eliott snorts. “No. Well maybe. But more than that, just you and me. Being together. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Lucas says softly, and he lets the wind carry away the words, wanting Eliott to hear them and wanting everyone on the street to hear them, to know it’s possible. Lucas and Eliott. They’re possible. “It was my dream too.”

They take a spill a few minutes later, both of them hitting the pavement. It’s not too bad, they weren’t going too fast, but Lucas scrapes his elbow and Eliott scrapes his hand and his knee, and they both laugh about it the rest of the way home, nursing their injuries and dragging the board behind them, all while their hands are clasped tightly together, fingers entwined.

A week later, Lucas is browsing on Instagram, bored, flicking through stories like they're magazine pages, and he hits an update from Eliott, one that was just posted.

It's a screenshot from Spotify, but it disappears before Lucas can see what it is.

Lucas sits up, scrambling to get to Eliott's profile, tapping on his icon to view the story again.

Over the screenshot, Eliott wrote: for you.

He's not sure if he knows the song, but he looks it up, starts playing it in the quiet of his room.

this is the first day of my life swear i was born right in the doorway

Lucas sinks back down into his bed, smiling dreamily, clutching a pillow tight to his chest.

He lays like that until the very end.

so if you wanna be with me with these things there's no telling we just have to wait and see but i'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery

besides, maybe this time is different i mean, i really think you like me

[hargroves-angel]

Cookies And Cream 🏹🍪

Chapter 2 - Angel Cake

A/N * Sexual themes, No actual Smut. 

// Chapter 3 - Chocolate Sundae // Cookies and Cream Masterlist //

Billy knocked on Y/Ns door. That familiar scent of cookies filled his senses as she opened the door. She looked so heavenly, even in the morning, she was wearing a baby blue with white polka dots dress , his eyes traced over her figure, “Good morning Billy” her voice was soft and sweet. “Good morning gorgeous, I know it’s early and all but i was hoping to show you around town” Billy smiled, his pearly whites on show.

“I’d love to, I need to drop some muffins off at my mothers bakery actually, so if you don’t mind could we go there first?” He nodded. She stepped to the side to allow him in. “I just need to package them, do you want a drink or something to eat?”.

“If that’s alright angel” She nodded and made him some french toast and a cup of coffee, placing it down in front of him. Her house was simply decorated, a large painting of a ballerina hung on the wall. Fluffy white carpets and light gray wallpaper. It was too girly for Billy’s taste, but he respected it, it was her.

She came into the dining room holding a gift basket filled with muffins. “I hope everything tasted ok” He grinned at her.

“It was great, so is the bakery in the mall?”

“Mmmhmm” She hummed, placing a ribbon around the basket. “Shall we go?” She picked it up and smoothed our her dress.

Billy agreed taking out his car keys, leading the way to his house.

Max was outside with her skateboard, trying out some tricks on the curb. She stared at Y/N and Billy, she wasn’t his usual type, she seemed too innocent. Billy glared at Max, telling her to back off silently. She rolled her eyes and skated off.

Billy opened the passenger door for Y/N. She mumbled a ‘thank you’ before sitting down on the leather seat, he took the basket from her hands and placed it in the back.

They drove off, Billy played his music at a lower volume than usual. But was surprised when she started to hum along to the lyrics.

“You like Led Zeppelin?” He asked taken back. She let out a soft giggle,

“I occasionally listen to them, my father sent me a vinyl record of their new album, mom doesn’t appreciate it but I can listen to it on low volume” Billy smirked.

“Well it’s no fun when it’s quiet, here” he turned up the volume and noticed your smile grow. Cute, she was adorable... shame he was only trying to bed her, he thought.

Billy rolled into the mall parking lot. He had a a whole plan for the day, once he’d taken her to her mothers bakery he was going to show her around the mall a bit more, specifically the vinyl store now, then take her down town to hang around at the park and finally arrive by the lake, where hopefully he would have buttered her up enough to get laid. Besides who could resist him.

He helped her out of the car and walked with her to the entrance. “So where you from then?”.

“I was born in California but since my parents split my mom moved us to France, wanted a fresh start I suppose”

“France? You don’t sound French, like your accent” He was actually kind of interested.

“Well we lived there for only 2 years and I never picked it up” Billy smirked, following you as you walked towards the end of the mall.

“You know any French then?” Billy asked.

“Ouí, je parle couramment le français” He raised his eyebrows.

“Impressive, I have no idea what you said but it sounds cool” He chuckled, you both reached the bakery.

It was similar to your house, softly decorated, pretty pictures put around the walls, cakes and desserts were placed around the place. She opened the door with a key. “My mother isn’t here so feel free to take a cookie or something if you want” Billy took a cookie from the jar on the counter.

“These taste really good, the ones you bought yesterday were finished really quickly, your mom make them?” He looked around at the other treats.

“No, She makes the big cakes for events and stuff but I make the little desserts”

“Well you’re great at it doll” She placed the muffins on a stand.

“Thank you Billy, I’m all done here so we can go on our tour now”

Billy showed Y/N around every store, suggested the best places to eat and the worst. They had the most fun in the record store, both looking at albums they liked, Billy suggested more bands and other music he enjoyed. She even ended up buying a new album.

They left the mall after 2 hours, and Billy drove her around town, telling her about the different shops.

“There’s a park at the end of this street, sometimes me and my friends chill out here, and so since we are... friends” His voice deepened at the word ‘friends’ “I thought we should hang out there for a bit” She nodded.

“I really appreciate all of this Billy, it’s really sweet of you to give me a tour, Hawkins is actually quite interesting” Billy smirked.

“At times..., when new people come around things get a little more exciting” He pulled up outside some trees. “Now unfortunately, we have to go through a path which can be a bit over grown” he pointed to a dirt path which didn’t look too easy to walk through, stinging nettles and twigs where everywhere.

You went with him to the path, the mud was a little bit wet, which wasn’t going to go well with your white shoes and pastel dress.

“You know I could carry you, if you don’t wanna get muddy” Billy offered, his smirk even more evident.

She thought about it for a second. “I should be ok, but thanks for the offer, nothing wrong with getting a little dirty” a seemingly innocent comment from her, which Billy obviously found sexual undertones within it chuckling to himself.

“Ok princess, I’ll go first” he moved the branches out of the way and she followed. She tried to avoid the wet spots of mud but her shoes still ended up getting dirty, mother wasn’t going to be pleased.

They arrived at a small clearing. An abandoned park sat in the middle.

“Tommy says that this was going to be bulldozed and turned into some big apartment complex but something to do with the soil and trees got in the way so they left it all here” Billy gestured to the trees around them.

He took a cigarette out from his pocket brought it to his lips, lighting it.

He walked to the swing set in the middle, sitting down, for it being abandoned the park was actually in good shape, Y/N went on the swing next to him, pushing herself forward on it. She lightly swinged on it, clearly enjoying herself. Billy felt a little bad, his intentions with Y/N weren’t pure, her innocence made him feel different things.

“You gonna swing too?” She asked.

“Hell yeah, I have the record for highest!” He boasted. She giggled.

“Not if I beat it” she challenged. With that Billy put his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before pushing himself back on the swing.

“Sure thing angelface, but no one can beat me” He let his feet off the floor and swung forward, the wind in his hair. Y/Ns giggles filled him with joy as he laughed along with her.

After a few minutes of swinging and Billy winning at heightest swing, they decided to sit down and talk for a while. Billy talked about California, how he enjoyed the beaches and over all life back there. Y/N talked about what she remembered of California, finding out that they both liked the fries in Dawson’s Diner, turns out they lived close to eachother only a 15 minute drive away, this was one of the first times Billy had really spoken about California and in a comfortable light.

It started to get dark. “We should head back now” Y/N, got to her feet. “My mom thinks I’ve been at the mall all day” Billy chuckled.

“Can I show you one last place?” She thought about it for a second but nodded.

They hopped into his car and Billy drove to the lake. He had wanted to fulfil his impure ideas, he felt as though he’d charmed you enough, but thinking back on it, you seemed to be very fragile, like a rose, he didn’t want to be that much of an asshole and do what he usually did, so he knew that they’d be going to the lake to look at the sunset and that’s it.

“This is the lake, not many people come here... I’ve been here a few times, you wanna sit on the hood?” He took her hand and helped her onto his car. The sun started set through the trees,

“This place is beautiful Billy, I bet you take your girls here all the time” He brushed off the comment.

“Maybe” He sat back a bit and watched the lake water reflect the sun. A cool breeze flowing through his golden locks.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with amazement at the scenery. The sun disappeared behind the lake and the sky got a lot darker. Y/N and Billy went back into the car, and drove back home.

“I had so much fun today, thank you” She was like a kid on Christmas, so much genuine happiness in a person.

“No problem doll” He dropped her off at her house, “see you at school tomorrow, want me to take you in?” She looked over at him.

“Are you sure, you’ve done so much for me, surely..” he hushed her.

“Don’t worry about it” I’ll see you at 7:30am tomorrow” He winked. He walked her to the front door, she unlocked it.

“Thank you Billy” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and entered her house. Billy felt his cheeks heat up. That wasn’t his usual reaction to a kiss? He never really gave a shit about a kiss? He gulped, still a bit shook. But quickly realised he should probably get away from her door now, he ran a hand through his hair and got into his car, parking it up into his house.

He opened his front door, Max was with one of her friends on the floor of the living room looking through a magazine. “Who was that?” Max asked.

“None of your business shitbrain, clean that crap up before dad gets home” he quipped, walking into his room, hearing her huff.

Billy looked at his window. You were dancing gracefully around your room, a huge smile on your face, he smirked and closed his curtains.

He needed to think of something. He was getting very sexually frustrated, he needed to get laid but he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he couldn't do that to Y/N though unlike the other girls he’d slept with she seemed like she would be hurt if she knew his only priority, she seemed sweet and kind... He huffed and got changed.

Looks like it was just himself for now. She will probably end up dating one of the preppy boys at Hawkins and then leave him anyway, that way he could go back to one of the various women willing to sleep with him, no strings attached. Something about that thought made him feel jealous, he cursed himself. He's only known you for like a day or two, yet you’ve had such an impact on him, he hated it but some what loved it? ‘Feelings are complicated’ he sighed.