people are gay, steven

Rans’s former classmate’s smiling into his lips. Her name is Grace, he thinks; they spent enough time together for him to know she’s into him but not long enough to remember her name. He’d feel worse about it if he thought she’d care. A summer kiss is a summer kiss.

Hands in his hair, nails a slight and deliberate pressure, a subtle brush of tongue. Usually this is when he’d kiss his way along her jaw to her ear and whisper an invite back to his place. Tonight, though, Rans tugs her bottom lip with his teeth and steps away. 

“I gotta go,” he says.

Grace touches her mouth. Gives him the eyes. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“Yeah, for sure,” he tells her, even though he knows they won’t. She’ll meet someone else and he’ll be another hookup and he still won’t hold Holster’s hand as they walk home.

nursey: ...are whiskey and dex a thing

Pov: you are looking down at some nurseydex out of the tree in the front yard of the haus.

I need a nurseydex scene like this. They need to be chilling at a kegster laughing at jokes and looking at stars. No arguing. No fights. Just fluff. Let's make it happen guys

“Y’know,” Nursey starts, then stops.

“Hm?” Dex prompts over his hammering heart, glued to every syllable Nursey’s willing to give him. “What?”

“I may have lost at beer pong,” Nursey says, his gaze for sure dipping down to Dex’s lips and lingering there for a moment this time, “but there’s other stuff I’m better at.”

Dex is blaming the drinks he's had for the way he matches Nursey, letting himself look down at this pretty mouth so openly, then back up to his eyes, for the way he pushes and asks, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

That’s all it takes, apparently. Nursey leans in closer slowly, giving Dex enough time to call it, to pull back, to pop this moment like a bubble and forget it ever happened. But Dex doesn’t.

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