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“You are not allowed at the table until you wash your nasty self.” (bebe @ clyde!)

❝ aw , what ? ❞  — clyde whines at the refusal, head tilting back and body deflating at the denial. 

❝ bebeeeeee . ❞  — he slouches forward, pouting at her in hopes that would make her change her mind. not that he’s dirty- she’s totally just seeing things. he’s clean! 

❝ i’m already clean , c’mooooon . ❞  — you can’t deny him like this, bebe. look at him. he looks like a kicked puppy. you’re going to go make him double clean? when he’s pouting and putting on the biggest puppy dog eyes he can manage? 

—  " mosquito, get the FUCK out of raisins or i swear to christ i'm coming in fists swinging. " ( hi!! sorry meant to send this in ln. 💕 )

“Ah, that’s right. Sorry, I forget sometimes.” Liv thinks for a moment, trying to come up with an alternative. After all, it wouldn’t be fair if she was the only one who had snacks. “I’ve got a bag of popcorn kernels in the cupboard. Maybe I could make us a bowl of popcorn instead?”

“You can still have cookies if you want,” Though she sincerely appreciates the fact Liv is willing to forgo a treat just because Sophie can’t have it- that isn’t something people were very often willing to do as kids. It’s a sweet gesture, and it briefly makes her smile a little wider.

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“Well,” There’s not a moments hesitation before Sophie is moving next to Olivia, offering a warm smile as she does so.

Ike can’t try to fight him on it before their lips are pressed together, a kiss, after so long. After nothing. After the sunken low of the night there’s a rush all the way to the top of the coaster. And god, it feels so good. His hands fist at Filmore’s clothes, tight and tugging him closer as the sound that slips out between them is a borderline whine. Over a kiss, his knees just a little weak and his entire being wanting to cling to him to maintain it.

Filmore has no right to be able to render him like this with something so small. A few touches, three little words, a kiss- and yet Ike melts. Like no time has passed at all since the last chance they ever had to share such intimacy. Yet its different too, selfish, but also tender.

Its almost unfair. So unfair. So cruel. Because all Ike wants to do is stay that way, just like this with Filmore, even thought that little voice in the back of his mind tells him every horrible thing he already knows. Tells him that this could all be fake too.

But he wants to ignore it. Just for now. He wants to let himself have this. Please just let him have this.

He wraps his arms around Filmore to pull him closer, moaning quietly against his lips. Not wanting to part for longer than a moment, because the second they do he leans in again. Kiss after kiss, greedy- taking. Selfish.

Ike can be greedy, because Filmore is more than willing to give. More than willing to run out of breath ten times over just to keep this.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thinks that maybe it’s wrong to do this. Even if he probably won’t abandon Ike this time, accident or not. But that part is repressed with each new press of their lips- each time Ike’s the one to go back in. Each time he feels what he didn’t appreciate when he had it the first time. 

Every kiss, every whine, every movement no matter how small,- for once, Filmore can actually appreciate it being from Ike, rather than have a constant stream of ‘no homo’ in his head to drown out the fact that he liked it. It’s all things he’s getting from taking advantage of it- Ike’s vulnerability, need for comfort,- but it doesn’t stop him.

The only decent thing Filmore can do is let Ike drive the kiss from there. Let Ike lead it, because it’s already shitty of him to do this- find him, crying outside at a party, because of heartbreak, and kiss him,- so he can tone himself down, give that much to Ike. Even if he doesn’t want to stop any of this any time soon. Ever, if possible.

Ike wants to be reasonable. He should be the reasonable one. He should be listening to him damn self when he says that they need to break apart again before those feelings come digging themselves back up. He already had his heart broken once tonight, he didn’t need a second time in more ways than one.

And Ike’s looking at him. He’s leaning into Filmore’s hand and clinging to him and knowing this is bad. That this can’t end well. Because he wants Filmore to keep holding him, because he wants Filmore to kiss him- so badly that he finds himself leaning forward, but stopping just before he could be close enough. Bitterly reminding himself of how everything could be even worse if he lets himself press their lips together again, like they haven’t been in so long.

So he resists, and doesn’t make that move. Too hesitant. Too afraid. Knowing, or maybe it’s just the ugly voice of his darkest fears and its reering head, but he knows that Filmore can’t want him. He knows why this failed the first time.

“Don’t…don’t do this if you don’t mean it, Fil…I can’t go through this again with you…”

Does he mean it?

He’s avoided really thinking about how he feels when it comes to Ike. Avoided it because it makes him feel bad- makes him feel guilty. He fucked up multiple times over when he should’ve figured everything out after the first kiss. Just so he wouldn’t have hurt Ike. And he’s so fucking worried about doing that again. 

There’s a pause, where he thinks. Because he doesn’t want to hurt Ike. He wants to be selfish- he already is, but he wants to take more. Knows he doesn’t deserve it. Knows he shouldn’t. Because there’s that little bit of doubt in his own motives- what if he doesn’t harbor feelings towards Ike? What if he breaks the poor bastard again? Does he mean this?

His thumb slowly, idly strokes Ike’s cheek. His heart beats so- well, is it beating? He can’t even tell. But his chest is still heavy with emotion. Intense and painful in the worse way and a way that could be wonderful. The good kind of chest pain where it’s a pang because somebody did something so wonderful. The bad kind where he thinks about all he has done and could do to Ike.

The intensity of his selfishness. 

He can’t be positive. He thinks he is, but-- he’s relying more on being selfish than anything else. Moving closer than Ike already had, leaving their lips about to brush. 

Selfish selfish selfish selfish-

He swallows.

“I mean it.”

He thinks he does.