#v. ᴛᴇᴇɴ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ

[freaksbloom]

never one to leave a fellow oddball behind, as soon as billy had spotted the lost boy, wandering in the woods adjoining his house, a turquoise gloved hand was held out silently to accompany him and lead him towards the warmth.  with little more than a softly spoken,  “come with me -- it’ll be warmer. ” it isn’t until they’ve walked a few more feet and the house is in sight, his wig threatening to become tangled in each branch the pass, that he asks -  “ how did you get here?  no one is around at this time of night.  when we’re inside you can call someone if you like? ” 

curious eyes peer back at the stranger over his shoulder as they walk, “you’ll have to be quiet, my father will kill me if he hears.”  then, finally,  “oh.  i’m billy - billy bloom. a pleasure.” and the bright smile for which the boy used to be known. one that had not been seen for a fair few months now. 

@namedbear​ star!au ! 

[freaksbloom]

the eye-roll is mirrored right back to elliot as billy shuffles in his bed, allowing space for the other slender teen. a huff of half-feigned amusement leaves his lips, but even billy bloom - master of the charade - cannot hide his smile once elliot is next to him.  “ oh my dear.  whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better.  as if this isn’t just about me being kind to your poor back. ”

“ but you’re more than welcome to believe that this is all for my benefit.” billy moves a touch closer, grinning as he does.  “ here, i’ll even help.  --  i detest being alone in this house and in this bed and i like you.”  the how's and why's of the last statement will not be delved into just yet.   head flops onto elliot’s shoulder, the smell of freshly washed, bergamot scented hair wafting gently in his direction as he looks up. the remains of today’s makeup smudged and soft, making his eyes look an even brighter blue. 

“besides, my only other friend here kicks in her sleep so... you’re a more suitable candidate.”

@torfol​  from x

[freaksbloom]

“is that gas station hiring? i think i saw you in there -- actually no. don’t answer that, i’d be terrible at anything customer service based, i’m just not made for it. if some forty-something, bleach blonde momzilla named karen started yelling at me i’d either read her like a bitch or burst into tears. there’s absolutely zero in-between.” a pause, before he smiles at the other. “sorry, what i meant to say was ‘i’m billy - i’ll be showing you around.’”  @namedbear​

[freaksbloom]

“here’s my idea. we dress up as zelda and francis scott fitzgerald. make it less about the great gatsby days - that’s so overdone - more about their tumultuous relationship and how her burning to death is symbolic of the era. in an ideal world i’d play her but if you really want to i do have a dress that would fit you.” he’s mostly teasing. at least about the last part. but from where he lays on his front on the soft faux fur rug, he smiles up at elliot, batting his lashes at him as he does. 

the white-blonde wig curls frame his face, eyelids a shimmering shade of pink. it’s more daring than he’d opt to wear at school but this is his home, and he’s three martinis into the evening so he can’t find it in him to care much. “do you want another drink?”  @torfol​

[freaksbloom]

     “oh -” he blinks in surprise, aware of the cold outside air hitting his bare shoulders. “klaus isn’t here right now, but you’re welcome to come in to wait for him? my father has him off running a few errands.” he turns before she has a chance to answer, the aqua train of his dress trailing behind him as he walks inside, bubbles still appearing as if by magic (or, by the hidden mechanics in his dress). “it’s allison, right? he mentioned you.” @shestrong​

[freaksbloom]

         billy had been embarrassed enough with the small peck he’d given elliott. this was a far cry from the parties he’d used to go to back home in connecticut -- though he tried to simply be happy to be socialising at all. he liked elliott, and hoped that he wouldn’t feel too out of place. 

               it couldn’t be any worse than school, at least. 

        and he’s hardly going to complain when the bottle lands on elliott, he feels a little comforted, in fact, not to have to kiss a stranger. he keeps it short and sweet, happy to move on and watch the rest of the party, until elliott gets another idea. 

        suddenly there’s a hand in his hair, and he feels his small body almost flying into contact with elliott’s. oh god. he almost buckles, despite being knelt on the floor, from the shock of it all. his tongue moves a little more cautiously (with a little less experience, billy assumes) until he’s finally given a chance to breathe again. when he does, it comes heavily. blinking as he moves back into the circle, eyes locked on elliott.

                          holy shit.         he needs a drink.           @gonnabiteya​

[freaksbloom]

💋 -  @lemondyed​

    billy blinks for a second. followed by another five seconds. bubbles continue to form and burst ethereally around him as blue-painted lips part slowly. he’s taken aback, that much was clear, and it takes him a moment to gather himself from his surprise before he takes a few steps closer. high heels click against the floor, and the train of his skirt drags behind him before billy softly speaks. 

         “careful of the lipstick.” 

   ��he rises onto his toes to return sam’s kiss softly, already staining both of their lips with his makeup. 

[freaksbloom]

            “i could take a lot of this in for you if you wanted?” it’s an offer he’s made before, no doubt, but sifting through harry’s wardrobe he can’t help but ask again. “at least until you and i can go on a huge shopping spree -- i’m sure you can make lots of this work for you.” 

           it’s not his main aim of today, however. he pulls out a t-shirt and holds it up to his torso.  - - then he immediately puts it back. “do you have anything more... fitted?”    @prcphesiied

[freaksbloom]

💋- @gonnabiteya​

     “every time you do that, i feel like my heart could burst.” billy giggles, grin aimed down at his hands as pink takes over his cheeks like a light rouge. it’s impressive, really, how every single kiss makes billy grin and feel the flutters in his chest - just like their first kiss had done. 

    billy shuffles closer in the bed and rests both hands on elliott’s shoulders. “you look particularly gorgeous this morning.” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to elliott’s lips. “cancel your plans. i want to do this all day.” 

[freaksbloom]

💋 - @gonnabiteya​

     “hello darling!” 

    despite his cheery greeting (and the blush already spreading on his cheeks where elliott had kissed) it’s near impossible how much a kiss can make billy’s heart ache. with every hug or kiss on the cheek -- sometimes all it takes is a kind look -- billy yearns for more. 

   he can’t help it. he’s quick to fall for people, and elliott is a wonderful person to fall for. billy leans on his hand, elbow propped up on the back of his seat as he watches elliott with a soft, caring smile. and... doesn’t listen to a word elliott says, staring at his lips instead. whoops. 

   “ ...huh? sorry! my mind is in a hundred places today, what were we talking about? 

[freaksbloom]

   “ you seem lovely but let me tell you a little something about BLUE JEANS --- ”  a finger raises. “ ---  no.”  

                  ( sc. @simplyechoes )

[freaksbloom]

* @starrymused (for brad!)

"how tall are you?” not a hello, but then billy bloom has never been one for a proper greeting. taking a brief second to smile up at brad, he adjusts the beret (and the wig underneath) to a proper chic yet jaunty angle. “i need to borrow you.” 

[freaksbloom]

    “i wouldn’t say i CONDONE blackmail... all i’m saying is --- sometimes you have to be a bitch to beat a bitch. anyway, that’s not the part i need your help with. i just need to pick your wonderfully clever brain!”        (  sc. @ritahanson )

[freaksbloom]

       “you know, darling,”  the mermaid boy begins, “not getting what you want right away can sometimes be a good thing! because it pushes you to work harder --- become TOUGHER --- that way when you get to where you want to be, it’ll be all the more satisfying.” 

        ( sc. @luckysponge )

[freaksbloom]

* @gonnabiteya like the SC. 

            “perhaps i should get my ears done.” one hand reaches up to fiddle at his earlobe, the other hand remaining, fingers entwined with his boyfriend. “tried to do it myself when i was little but that didn’t end well,” he says, grinning up at elliott, a grin that soon turns far more TEASING, “how are you feeling? scared?” 

[freaksbloom]

         he’s laying on his bedroom floor, eyes cast up to the ceiling and dressed as marilyn monroe --- just like any typical teenage boy would do of an evening. the slow rise and fall of his chest can be seen through the sheer nightgown whilst fingertips rub gently over the soft rug --- a half empty container of blondies lays beside him. as he is disturbed by opening of his door, his line of sight doesn’t move, staying put on a particular spot on his ceiling. 

         “please, flossie, darling. not now. i can’t take the judgement.” 

* @gonnabiteya liked for a starter.