#thread: jax1

[theopaints]

next time we should KISS 

Théo’s thumb slid across the screen, tracing the words, edges flat as his fingers glided across the smooth surface of his phone. He’d spent hours scouring over comments like this, left behind by his friend in a surge of flirtation that, frankly, the young blond never knew how to respond to. He’d blushed as notifications had come through on his phone, teasing remarks such as MORE SHIRTLESS PICS were left behind on his social media, or texts that read i'm fr gonna make out with you despite being mid-conversation about Lando’s current, and very clearly female crush. Théo knew the other boy was just jesting, teasing him something rotten to coax a blush and a smile out of him, but each and every remark went straight to his chest, the weight growing heavier with each encounter the two of them had. 

What had started with the young boy blustering and floundering under Lando’s attention – and, true to their first encounter, quite literally under the other boy – had long since turned into an aching chest and a nauseous stomach. His crush on his new friend was slowly becoming a cause for concern. The kind of playful banter that should have elicited nothing other than rosy cheeks and a shy smile from the young artist instead left him ridden with fear, the danger of being found out far surmounting the butterflies that fluttered through his chest. He recalled that very morning, a mere two hours before, when his father had fired a string of insults his way, homophobic slurs dripping from his tongue as though they were simple words and not razor sharp and laced with venom. Elodie had been out with Charlie, catching an early surf before the sun rose, or else he knew she’d have had a whole lot to say about their sperm donor’s word choice – that was what she called him, their sperm donor, a throwaway remark that had led to the sharp sting of his hand across her cheek once before. Théo wasn’t sure she remembered that anymore, or else maybe she wouldn’t be so brave now. 

Tears spilling down his cheeks, he drew his knees to his chest as he held his thumb down against the comment, a drop-down menu appearing with the power that allowed him to remove the message entirely. He hated doing it, he hated succumbing to his father’s demands. Some days he wondered whether Lando had noticed – if the other boy paid close enough attention to his social media, if he’d ever questioned why some of his messages were disappearing. It wasn’t the first time Théo had found himself in this position, memories of old friends from back home, accusations of homophobia being directed at the young blond as he’d winced away from their showy displays of physical affection, cringing at the prospect of his openly queer friends speaking freely in his family home. It hadn’t ever been them that had been the problem, but his instinct to protect them had been mangled and disfigured, muddied by his fears and his desire to become invisible. 

"Damn it!” Théo found himself mumbling, a lump thick in his throat as he allowed his phone to clatter to the floor beside him, landing unceremoniously at his feet. 

He’d slipped out of the house almost as quick as he’d been able, instead finding solace in the darkest corner of A Novel Idea that he could find. In his lap, abandoned and untouched, was a copy of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, tucked neatly inside a copy of Sports Illustrated. He’d seen Simon reading it once. The other man was tall and masculine, his muscles barely contained in his snug baseball jersey, unapologetic in his sexuality, unafraid to be fierce out on the field while still soft around the edges, a warm smile on display for everyone. Théo simultaneously found himself envying that, as well as admiring him.  

He’d never loved baseball the way his father had wanted him to, but he’d found solace in the company of the older man. He supposed that was why he’d chosen his place of work as his chosen hiding spot, too. There was something warm and welcoming about the walls of the bookshop-cum-café. He knew he could hide himself away behind a row of shelves, book-in-hand, and fresh tears flowing without being discovered or disturbed. 

Or so he thought, anyway, until a large shadow seemed to fill the space. A mixture of panic and bile rose at the back of his throat as, for one brief second, he wondered if his father had found him. Caught, red handed, fingers stained by the pages of queer literature. Théo scrambled to his feet, the book and magazine both slipping from his grasp as they tumbled away from him. He cringed – now everybody would know what he’d been looking at. 

“I wasn't – I didn’t mean to... It was for a friend,” Théo found himself blurting out, eyes red and puffy from all the tears he’d shed. His gaze caught the face of a stranger and he blinked in surprise, shaking his head, almost as though he couldn’t quite believe his luck. 

[anniebaxterthefuture]

Contrary to how most of the world seemed to view her, Annabelle didn’t consider herself stupid. Hot headed at times, absolutely. Selfish, entitled, and a little insensitive? Confirmative. But she wasn’t some naive child that needed to be sheltered and protected, despite what her father thought. Annie knew her dad loved her, and she completely understood how lucky she was to have somebody looking out for her in the ways that he did, but she had come to a point in her life where she was feeling altogether, completely and utterly alone. 

By no means did Annie think she didn’t have friends. She did, and she was so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people, but with her father’s constant watchful eye, and a security detail over her shoulder almost every hour of every day, she was rarely allowed the opportunity to just go out and have fun. Coffee dates with Rae were dampened by the presence of Kenny – her lanky and loveable, but ultimately overbearing glorified babysitter. Days out with Henry and Chess usually required an extra pair of eyes – generally in the form of Kenny’s broody boyfriend Harvey – as her father dreaded the unwanted attention that ‘cavorting with rockstars’ might bring her. She’d once clapped back that if he thought cat cafés and trips to the park with Hazel classified as cavorting, that he’d hate to hear about what she and Henry used to get up to as teens in Monaco – a retort that had landed her a month-long ban on seeing him at all. 

Truthfully, there was a grand total of three people that her father seemed to trust her around, the only three people in the world that she seemed allowed to spend time with sans a chaperone; Elias Hewitt, Dante Lee, and Jackson Otto. Fortunately, the three of them just so happened to be her favourite people in the whole, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed to Annie what they all appeared to have in common with her father. She’d pondered for years over the possibility that her friendship with the boys might merely be an act, that the three of them only spent time with her under her father’s orders, presumably hating every last minute of listening to her loud-mouth remarks and playful flirting. Whatever their intentions, and whatever the truth was behind their friendship, it didn’t stop Annie from missing the three of them while they were gone. 

Tentative as he often was to land her in the spotlight, Michael Baxter had agreed that Annie could accompany him to Florida ahead of the Miami Grand Prix. His ground rules – much like Australia – had been firm and strict, leaving Annie little-to-no time to explore on her own, nor touch base with Jax or Dante as she’d been dying to do for so long now. She knew she’d bump into Elias one way or another – the handsome boy so often acting as her father’s shorter, paler shadow – but she’d fought hard to even step foot on Miami soil, and she wanted to make the most of it. 

Despite direct orders to not leave the hotel without her father – as well as to check in with him if she even so much as wanted to leave their suite – Annie had managed to slip past his lackies, and was now enjoying the comfort of the hot, Floridian sun against her skin.  

Of course, she didn’t want to completely piss her father off, with every intention of keeping her head low and staying out of sight of anybody who might recognise her. Donning a McLaren baseball cap in a hideous orange that she was certain Jax would burn if he saw it, and a pair of shorts that had the Mercedes logo printed on each ass-cheek, she was fairly positive nobody would suspect she had any affiliation with Ferrari. And, if they did, then she figured it would make one hell of a headline. 

Anxiety coursed through her veins as she walked the City, thinking absently of her friends. Some days, Annie wondered if enough time and distance meant they forgot about her, that men like Jackson and Dante simply went about their days feeling lighter without her constant presence. It didn’t do well for her to get caught up in her own insecurities, but it was often hard to keep them at bay. 

With a sigh, she pressed the heel of her palm to her eyes, rubbing gently to will away both the building migraine and the unwanted thoughts nagging in the back of her mind. Just as she withdrew her hand, some jackass on a skateboard sped past her, his shoulder colliding with Annie’s own. Immediately she felt her legs buckle beneath her, the speed of the impact knocking her off her feet, causing her to hurtle onto the concrete beneath her. Her knees harshly collided with the ground, a hiss of pain whistling between her teeth, and Annie’s head immediately shot up to glare after the moron who, of course, had come away entirely unscathed and was now careening around the corner without a care in the world. 

“You asshole,” Annie called out, momentarily forgetting that she was meant to be keeping a low profile. 

Groaning, she stared down at the blood now mapping her knees, both grazed and looking a little worse for wear. Daddy would not be happy with her once he realised she’d not only disobeyed his orders but had potentially hurt herself in the process. 

“Stupid, bitchass, low-rent Floridian Tony Hawk motherfucker,” she mumbled under her breath. 

[persephoneacts]

Sobriety was difficult on any day of the weak, but Persephone found remaining sober to be particularly tricky when her closest friends all seemed to have a very close and personal relationship with drugs, alcohol, or both. On New Year’s Eve, tucked into the corner of her estranged cousin’s bookstore, she’d watched in silence as her friends had giggled and danced, throwing back drinks in a way that somehow carefully toed the line between reckless and entirely harmless. It was a balancing act she’d never quite managed to perfect, the scarring along her bare arms a testament to the fact. 

She sighed, sparing a lazy glance at her surroundings. Not even an hour ago, Maggie’s hand had been folded into her own, pulling her through the grand doorway of some random, rich bastard’s mansion, the two of them being swallowed whole by an expansive entryway already filled to the brim with people tipping back shots, smoking blunts, or worse – needles being passed, the sharp edged metal easily pushing past skin, heads lolling back as euphoria enveloped the user. It was a visual that had made Persephone wince, tearing her hand from Maggie’s as she turned rapidly, colliding clumsily with Matty’s chest. Maggie hadn’t noticed, her attention stolen by a pretty girl in a tiny skirt, something the girl would later swear had not caught her eye. Matty’s brow had furrowed with concern, his gaze flitting between his Maggie and Persephone, an internal war waging in his head as he no doubt tried to decide which of his girls he should prioritise at that moment in time. Seph hadn’t allowed him the opportunity to pick her, the blonde girl forcibly rolling her eyes in an attempt to feign indifference as she gave him a feeble punch to the arm and excused herself, slipping through a near doorway and out of sight. 

In truth, Persephone had no idea who the large house belonged to, nor why she kept torturing herself, absently agreeing to come along to whatever party or bar her friends dragged her to. She’d gone to the party at A Novel Idea without so much as a second thought; with Maggie off on tour and Killian focused on Amira, her reappearance his number one priority, Persephone had clung onto Marley’s invite as though it were her sole lifeline. The girl would be loath to admit that she’d been feeling lonely over the holiday period, but she hadn’t been able to handle the thought of spending the last night of the year alone – even if it meant watching her friends all gather themselves into happy duos at the stroke of midnight, lips crashing together in a blissful, tipsy haze, while she’d quietly pondered her own loss of girlhood. And tonight, she’d accompanied Maggie and Matty, likely for the same reasons she always found herself tucked under a duvet, Charlie’s nose innocently nuzzled against her shoulder, his hands trembling from his latest fix, sweat dripping from his pores – the stench, overwhelming and a stark reminder of her own past, was ironically the very thing that grounded her, reminding Sephy that her friends needed her watchful eye, a hand to hold should things spiral out of control. 

The doorway that Persephone had used to slip out from underneath Matty’s concerned gaze had led her to a long corridor, a spiral staircase at the base of it. The further she ventured down it, the more distant the once booming music from the party grew, and she slowly allowed her shoulders to drop, relief washing over her. Surely, with the sheer size of the place, she could find an unoccupied room somewhere to stow herself away in for the time being. The party was already in full swing as they’d arrived, but she knew Maggie was likely to want to stick around, and Matty wouldn’t leave until he knew she was home safe, so Seph would have some time to kill. She kept her head low, no real interest in whose halls she was stalking, as she ventured up two flights of stairs, distancing herself from the chaos unfolding below. 

Finally, her gaze landed on a door that was ever so slightly ajar, enough that she was certain she’d be able to hear by now if it was occupied. She hadn’t wanted to start tugging at the handles of doors, jostling them open and disturbing coked-out couples, nor had she wanted to garner unwanted attention by planting herself somewhere that might be off-limits. Momentarily, she pressed her ear to the door, an eyebrow arched as she strained to listen for unwanted sounds. Satisfied there was nobody on the other side, Seph clumsily bumped the door open with her shoulder and barreled through, before stumbling to an abrupt stop as her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. 

Persephone Blake had never quite had the pleasure of meeting Jackson Otto, but she’d certainly heard enough about him from Matty, and there was no mistaking that it was he who was standing in front of her now. His head was tipped back, one hand clamped over his own mouth, the other gripped tight to the hair of a man she didn’t recognise. Admittedly, she didn’t find it especially strange that the man was unfamiliar to her, on account of the fact that he was currently on his knees with his back to her, one hand firmly gripping Jackson’s naked thigh, his mouth keenly working away at the alleged heterosexual sportsman that Matty so frequently lusted over. 

“Fuck, sorry. Shit – ” Persephone swore, tearing her gaze away from the intimate scene in front of her. 

Spinning on her heels, she gave the two whatever privacy she possibly could at such a time. 

“I didn’t see shit. You never saw me,” she called over her shoulder, before surging out of the room, tugging the door shut with an almighty bang. 

[danteleept]

Elias Hewitt had once been described as the sunshine of Maranello, and Dante could see why. No matter who the young man came across, he always seemed to have a smile for them. Whoever had been in charge of Hewitt’s media training needed a bloody raise, although sometimes in the quieter moments at Ferrari HQ, when the cameras were turned off, Dante was led to believe that perhaps the team’s il predestinato was actually just that charming.

That being said, if Elias was the so-called sunshine of Maranello, Jackson Otto was the thunderstorm of New York.

Demanding of attention, beautiful to look at, and seemingly intent on raining all over Dante’s parade.

The rest of the city appeared to go unscathed when it came to Jackson’s stormy moods though. It seemed like he had a smile for everyone else. Annie, Elias, their team principal, the receptionist with the perfectly manicured nails who would always blush when on the receiving end of one of those trademark Jackson Otto grins. And that was just to name a few. Dante though, had yet to land himself in Jackson’s favour.

A quick scroll through the other man’s Instagram had helped him learn why. Every few posts or so, there seemed to be a photo dedicated to Jackson and Asher Boyd, his previous performance trainer before Dante had come along and apparently ruined Jackson’s life. If Asher Boyd’s presence on the other man’s social media accounts was any reflection on his standing in Jackson’s life, Dante soon figured that he was stepping into shoes that the driver just wouldn’t let him fill. Jackson hadn’t just lost a trainer when Asher had been let go, he’d lost a friend and his hostility towards Dante was merely a byproduct of that. At least that’s what Dante had tried to tell himself when he’d arrived home after his first day at his new job and had slumped tiredly against the doorframe, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

As much as he wanted to find himself on good terms with Jackson though, he wasn’t going to sacrifice his professionalism to do so. He had a job to do and that job was not to pander to an underfed athlete who wanted to stick with the ridiculous plan his sorry excuse for a trainer had previously stuck on him.

Dante knew he’d have a few choice words for Asher Boyd if he ever met the man. The dietary cards he’d supplied Jackson with would leave a bloody rabbit feeling hungry, never mind a six-foot-something sourpuss who was intent on strapping himself back into a rocket ship with wheels. From the smiling photos of Jackson and Asher on their Instagrams, anyone would deduce that the two were friends, perhaps cared for each other. But Dante couldn’t fathom how any human who claimed to care for another (particularly an injured athlete at that) would ever have them eating and working out in the way that Asher had instructed Jackson to do.

He’d devised his own plan for Jackson which had been easy enough to do. Trying to get the other man to follow it was another thing. It was only in the last week or so that the driver had finally stopped deliberately skipping the meals Dante had prepared for him and opted for salads instead. There had been no small amount of bribery on Dante’s part and he doubted that Jackson was happy about it, but right now as he crouched behind the other man as he lay on the bench doing chest presses, he was satisfied that Jackson had been eating.

“Good, that’s good,” he encouraged the other man as he lifted the bar with an ease he hadn’t quite managed during their first few weeks. Which had everything to do with a combination of lack of fuel, his injury, and stubbornly sticking to a poor work-out plan that only caused his shoulder more strain. A few weeks on and several arguments between the two men later, and neither of them could deny the improvement on Jackson. Although Dante figured the Ferrari racer would bloody hell try.

He slid his arms comfortably under Jackson’s biceps, supporting him for a moment.

“Alright, you’re doing well, darling,” he told him, the endearment slipping out too easily. He knew Jackson didn’t like it and had apologised several times yet still couldn’t help but allow himself another blunder when he was too focused on something else. 

“Can you give me three more?” Usually at this point, Jackson was far too exhausted to even give him half a rep. But he could feel the hard muscle beneath the other man’s skin and he knew that if Jackson had been eating the way Dante wanted him to this week, he could manage three. He might struggle, but that just meant they were working with the correct weights for him.

Gently, he squeezed Jackson’s arm.

“Just three more, if you can. I’ll help you if you struggle,” he promised.

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - bar date. (27 may // 2 notes.)

annie/eli2 - valentine's day mixup. (2 june // 2 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

jax/dante2 - monaco. (1 june // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

billy/simon2 - michigan. (1 june // 0 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (2 june // 13 notes.)

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

annie/eli1. (2 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

jess/marley1. (6 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

persephone/ripley1. (5 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

scotty/joey1. (2 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

dante/jax1. (3 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

harlow/maverick1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise/can wrap up. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️ripley/amira1 - 1 may // 7 notes // opp: michaela

dante/marcus1 - 6 may // 6 notes // opp: michaela

heath/elodie1 - 6 may // 5 notes // opp: michaela

eli/annie3 - 8 may // 12 notes // opp: michaela

laura/scotty1 - 8 may // 1 note // opp: michaela

❗️rafferty/maverick2 - 8 may // 10 notes // opp: michaela

❗️ezra/kian2 (mini) - 8 may // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️henry/diego4 - 9 may // 8 notes // opp: michaela

❗️jude/olly1 - 22 may // 8 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy3 (mini) - 9 june // 8 notes // opp: michaela

benji/jasper1 - 9 june // 1 note // opp: michaela

henry/diego5 - 9 june // 7 notes // opp: michaela

rae/flynn2 - 9 june // 3 notes // opp: michaela

goose/fliss1 - 10 june // 3 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

matthias/colin4 (mini) - 5 jan // 5 notes // opp: michaela

noah/poppy3 - 30 march // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️noah/flynn1 - 9 april // 5 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/simon1 - 10 april // 4 notes // opp: danielle

jax/théó1 (mini) - 13 april // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/valentina1 (mini) - 14 april // 5 notes // opp: michaela

❗️ harlow/raffertty1 - 14 april // 12 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/ripley1 - 16 april // 1 note // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 3 may // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 (mini) - 5 may // 5 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/marley2 - 6 may // 8 notes // opp: danielle

❗️ariadne/billy1 (mini) - 6 may // 6 notes // opp: michaela

❗️matthias/colin3 (flashback, mini) // 6 may // 10 notes // opp: michaela

jax/dante3 - 6 may // 2 notes // opp: danielle

mary-kate/lando1 - 6 may // 2 notes // opp: danielle

louis/wardo6 - 10 may // 0 notes // opp: danielle

archer/zac1 - 12 may // 3 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

❗️poppy/marley1 - 7 april // 5 notes // opp: danielle

olly/teddy1 - 10 april // 4 notes // opp: danielle

jessie/marley2 - 11 april // 4 notes // opp: danielle

valentina/henry1 - 13 april // 4 notes // opp: danielle

bonnie/rory1 - 13 april // 5 notes // opp: danielle

valentina/teddy1 - 14 april // 6 notes // opp: danielle

amelia/teddy1 - 20 april // 5 notes // opp: danielle

scotty/sam1 - 20 april // 2 notes // opp: danielle

colin/missy1 - 24 april // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/lando1 - 8 may // 7 notes // opp: danielle

❗️colin/teddy1 - 9 may // 8 notes // opp: danielle

ivy/max3 - 14 may // 10 notes // opp: danielle

matty/chess3 - 4 june // 1 note // opp: jenny

jayesh/hayden1 - 4 june // 4 notes // opp: danielle

bash/dante1 - 5 june // 4 notes // opp: danielle

jasper/ariadne1 - 12 june // 2 notes // opp: jenny

ARCHIVED.

amelia/maggie1. | amelia/ripley1.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. annie/eli2. | annie/jax1.

ariadne/jasper1.

billy/simon1. billy/simon2. |

bradley/persephone1. bradley/persephone2. |

charlie/elodie1. | charlie/marcus1. | charlie/persephone1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. | chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. chess/ivy3. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias1. colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

flynn/rae1. | flynn/wardo1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. ivy/max2. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1. | joey/micah1.

keeley/théo1.

kian/ezra1. | kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3. louis/wardo4. louis/wardo5.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

rafferty/maverick/harlow1. |

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

simon/billy3 (mini) - 4 jan // 0 notes // opp/ michaela

micah/joey1 - 5 jan // 3 notes // opp: michaela

eli/annie3 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

heath/elodie1 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️rafferty/maverick2 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 (mini) - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo5 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 (mini) - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 (flashback, mini) - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 (mini) - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/valentina1 (mini) - 31 dec // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/simon1 - 2 jan // 2 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin4 (mini) - 5 jan // 5 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/raff/maverick1 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: danielle & michaela

michaela owes.

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/jax1 (mini) - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 (mini) - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️jasper/ariadne1 (mini) - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

amelia/ripley1 - 2nd jan // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. annie/eli2. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

charlie/elodie1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias1. colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

flynn/rae1. | flynn/wardo1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[danteleept]

It was just a cut, that’s what Dante wanted to reassure Jax. More of a scratch than anything else.

It would have been more of a believable yarn to spin were it not for the bright crimson colour of the blood trickling down his hand. He would have made a quick joke about it being Ferrari red in an attempt to get Jax to smile, but he was feeling surprisingly light-headed and, besides, his efforts to make his client smile were usually always wasted anyway. 

He wondered how Asher had managed it, and figured it could simply boil down to the other man being far more charming than Dante. It wasn’t a particularly morale-boosting thought, especially not for the man who’d been complimented on his charisma ever since he was a polite, well-spoken teenager. You couldn’t win them all though, Dante knew that, but he never quite stopped wanting to win over Jackson Otto.

If he wanted to do that, however, bleeding out over his kitchen was not the way to go.

“I know, I know. Daft Dante,” he scolded himself before Jax could get too fresh with him. He’d told Annie that Jax’s moods and snide comments rolled right over him like water off a duck’s back. But after months of the same frosty reception, the harshness of Jax’s complete intolerance for him tended to grate a little sorely.

“Watch your feet!” he warned Jax sharply as the other man tip-toed around the broken porcelain. God forbid Jax cut his pedal-foot coming to his aid. He’d have the whole of Australia, the Tifosi and Michael Baxter to answer to should that be the case.

As Jax grabbed his wrist, encouraging Dante to follow him, he shook his head.

“Oh, I’m fine. And - Emma,” he urged, glancing back over to the girl slumped by the sink. Thankfully, she seemed to have emptied everything in her stomach, but it didn’t mean that Dante was eager to leave her unsupervised.

However, like a bright blonde angel, June swept into the kitchen, chewing on the straw of her drink. Her eyes widened as soon as she clocked the two of them, darting from the mess of Dante’s hand to the chaos of the kitchen.

“What happened?” she asked, spitting out her straw and frowning.

Not wanting to speak too ill of her brother when he didn’t know June particularly well, Dante bypassed explaining the state of the kitchen and nodded over to where Emma was leaning against the counter.

“Would you mind looking after Emma for us, darling?” he asked June politely.

To her credit, June nodded obediently, abandoning her drink on the kitchen island and moving over to the girl by the sink, although Dante did catch her muttered uttering of, “Who the hell is Emma?” under her breath.

Hearing the beaded clatter of the million and one friendship bracelets on June’s arms slide up and down as she aided Emma, Dante felt more at ease following Jax, allowing himself to be dragged down a hallway before being all but shoved into the bathroom. 

As Jax fussed around, Dante perched on the edge of the bathtub, pliant as ever as he surveyed the small room. Nothing really jumped out at him by means of interior design, although he did reach out to lift a small jar of potpourri that was sitting beside the soap dish. He was busy sniffing it and letting out a quiet noise of approval by the time Jax had retrieved his first-aid kit from the counter.

“What scent is this?” Dante asked conversationally, as if he wasn’t just freely bleeding all over his swim shorts. He hadn’t wanted to bleed on Jax’s bath towels, after all. And not just because the man had given him specific instructions not to do that.

Lifting his head, his smile faded a little at the look on Jax’s face and he sighed tiredly.

“I still have one good hand,” he said, depositing the potpourri jar back on the sink. “I can patch myself up no problem, Jackson. You should go back to your party.”

At the sound of Annie's name, Jax whipped his head around, as though he expected to see his best friend - all five feet, two inches of her - standing in the middle of the wreckage with a mischevious look on her face. Not that he expected Annie to have trashed his kitchen, but it was common knowledge that wherever Annie went, trouble followed. He wasn't even always sure she meant for it to happen, she was just some kind of lovely, enigmatic chaos magnet.

"Perry and Lang are here?" he wrinkled his nose, wondering if he could muster up enough authority or carry himself with enough importance to turf them out. When Jax heard the names Perry and Lang, he always hoped to catch sight of June and Corey, and was often sorely disappointed when their troublesome siblings appeared instead. Jax was terribly fond of June, having spent hours on the track with her and by her side in press interviews, and often wondered how her parents had managed to get her so right and Harrison so wrong. He liked Corey enough too, always polite (although sometimes tempted into trouble by June) and spoken well of by Mia. Justin he liked much less.

Holding the stranger's hair back - Emma's hair - Jax stared forlornly at the mountain of broken china. Dante, in the meantime, flitted back and forth in his kitchen like he owned the place. And oddly, he did appear quite at home there. The cupboard doors opened to him, dustpans and brushes and cleaning utensils filing out in exactly the order he needed them, like he was Snow White commanding the use of his appliances with a song or a whistle. From the little Jax had learned about the other man, he figured he'd find his way in anyone's kitchen.

"Expensive? Uh-" he shrugged, aware how he must be coming across. Like some rich idiot unaware of the contents of his cupboards, more money than sense and with the tendency to make extravagant purchases he later couldn't account for. It wasn't entirely untrue. He had a vague feeling it might have been a housewarming present, but he could just have easily have handed his AMEX to his personal assistant and allowed her to fill his home with crap he never used.

"I'm not that attached." he admitted.

It occured to him that for the past minute or so, Dante hadn't really stopped talking. He wondered if it was some kind of nervous tic around the driver, or just an innate Dante-ism. He guessed he didn't really know Dante well enough to make an educated guess. How could it be, that he'd spent most days with this man, now found him in the middle of his home, and yet most of the things he knew about him had come directly from Annie? Jax supposed that was his fault too. He wasn't exactly forthcoming in their interactions.

Lifting his head at the sound of Dante's cry, his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, the other man's eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"Dante!" he huffed, the words coming out more like a telling-off than a concerned exclamation. The intrinsic instinct to be cross at the other man, even though he was literally bleeding out.

Abandoning his post at the sink (the girl seemed to have stopped heaving now, anyway), Jax tiptoed over the jagged shards of broken kitchenware to Dante's side, trying his best to school his features into something like worry, rather than annoyance.

"What did you do?" he asked, hands fluttering in mid-air anxiously. He resisted the urge to simply seize Dante's bleeding finger, do something as stupid as try to stem the blood with his hands alone. He needed something - a first aid kit - but where the hell did he keep it?

"Come with me." he said, still fighting to keep the bite out of his tone. Gently, his hand circled around Dante's wrist, dragging him by his good hand down the hall and to the bathroom.

Pushing the door open, Jax held it open with his shoulder to let Dante follow. Jax didn't fail to note he was currently without use of either of his hands, so firmly were Jax's fingers still clamped around his wrist. Sucking in a breath as Dante moved past him - fruitless, Dante's chest brushed his regardless - he let the door swing closed behind them.

"Sit here and don't bleed on anything." he instructed, depositing Dante on the rim of the tub, relinquishing his hold on the man to rummage around under the bathroom counter.

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amelia1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian2 (mini) - 14 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/elodie1 - 02 oct // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️matthias/colin1 - 7 oct // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

micah/joey1 - 6 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/raff2 - 16 oct // 5 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/harlow/raff1 - 17 oct // 5 notes // opp: jenny & danielle

théo/jax1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

jasper/ariadne1 - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 6 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amelia1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian2 (mini) - 14 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/persephone1 - 7 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/jasper1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/elodie1 - 02 oct // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️matthias/colin1 - 7 oct // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/poppy3 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

marcus/maggie1 - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: jenny

théo/lando1 - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

micah/joey1 - 6 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/raff2 - 16 oct // 5 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/harlow/raff1 - 17 oct // 5 notes // opp: jenny & danielle

théo/jax1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (29 april // 1 note.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

n/a.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker.

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (25 april // 0 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (27 april // 2 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

michaela owes ;

annie/jax1 - miami. (29 april // 1 note.)

mav/harlow/raff1 - valentine's date. (29 april // 2 notes.)

ivy/chess3 starter.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

threads ;

amira - amira/joey1. amira/killian2. annie - annie/eli1. billy - billy/simon1. bradley - bradley/persephone1. chess - chess/henry1. chess/ivy2. chess/matty1. dante - dante/jax1. diego - diego/henry2. eli - eli/matty1. harlow - harlow/marley2. harlow/maverick1. harlow/raff1. henry - henry/chess1. henry/diego1. ivy - ivy/chess2. ivy/louis2. ivy/max2. ivy/rafferty1. jax - jax/dante1. jax/persephone1. jessica - jessica/marley1. joey - joey/amira1. joey/scotty1. killian - killian/amira2. killian/matty1. louis - louis/ivy2. louis/max1. louis/wardo3. marley - marley/harlow2. marley/jessica1. matty - matty/chess1. matty/eli1. matty/killian1. maverick - maverick/harlow1. maverick/rafferty1. maverick/rafferty2. maverick/wardo1. max - max/ivy2. max/louis1. persephone - persephone/bradley1. persephone/jax1. persephone/ripley1. poppy - n/a rae - n/a. rafferty - rafferty/harlow1. rafferty/ivy1. rafferty/maverick1. rafferty/maverick2. scotty - scotty/joey1. simon - simon/billy1. wardo - wardo/louis3. wardo/maverick1.

archived threads ;

amira - amira/killian1. chess - chess/diego1. chess/ivy1. chess/joey1. diego - diego/chess1. diego/henry1. harlow - harlow/ivy1. harlow/marley1. henry - henry/diego1. henry/ivy1. henry/poppy1. ivy - ivy/chess1. ivy/harlow1. ivy/henry1. ivy/louis1. ivy/max1. ivy/wardo1. joey - joey/chess1. killian - killian/amira1. louis - louis/ivy1. louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. marley - marley/harlow1. max - max/ivy1. poppy - poppy/henry1. poppy/wardo1. ripley - ripley/persephone1. wardo - wardo/ivy1. wardo/louis1. wardo/louis2. wardo/poppy1.

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker ;

dan threads ;

bradley/persephone1

dante/jax1

eli/annie1

eli/matty1

henry/chess1

henry/diego2

henry/ivy1

henry/poppy1

joey/amira1

joey/scotty1

marley/jess1

max/ivy2

max/louis1

raff/harlow1

raff/ivy1

raff/maverick1

simon/billy1

wardo/louis3

wardo/poppy1

jen threads ;

harlow/marley2

jax/persephone1

louis/ivy2

michaela threads ;

amira/killian2

ivy/chess2

matty/chess1

matty/killian1

maverick/harlow1

maverick/raff2

maverick/wardo1

persephone/ripley1

archived threads ;

dan/jen ;

chess/joey1

harlow/marley1

louis/wardo1

louis/wardo2

jen/michaela ;

amira/killian1

chess/diego1

chess/ivy1

harlow/ivy1

ivy/louis1

michaela/dan ;

diego/henry1

ivy/max1

ivy/wardo1

[theopaints]

Where they fall in love. 

Théo’s head was spinning. Those weren’t the words he’d been planning to use, not by a long shot. Where they kiss, maybe. Where they get up to no good, even. He didn’t know how he’d intended to end that sentence, but love had never been a factor. In Théo’s world, boys didn’t fall in love. It wasn’t in their nature, his father insisted on telling him. Boys weren’t allowed to look at other boys with feelings anything less than platonic, it was disgusting, sinful even. 

Just last summer, on the way home from one of Théo’s games, right before his parents had announced that they were moving to New York, they’d crossed through the local park to walk back to the car. Elodie had stopped to tie her shoelace, the flick of the string against her naked ankle bothering her, Théo and their parents lapsing into an awkward silence. Just a few feet away from them had been a couple sitting on a bench, fingers intertwined as they’d chatted comfortably. They hadn’t been kissing, there’d been no real outward displays of affection past handholding. They hadn’t even been loud. And yet their father had exploded, his hand closing harshly around the fabric of Elodie’s tank top as he’d forced her upright, his twin sister stumbling as her half-tied shoelace unraveled at her feet. He’d roared at her to hurry up, insisting that they needed to get the fuck back to the car and away from these freaks. 

The word had echoed in the back of Théo’s mind, his heart pounding in his chest as his mother walked on silently, Elodie erupting into a fit of rage. She’d frantically apologised to the couple as they’d scurried away, a litany of justified curse words spilling from their lips, before rounding on their father. Théo had simply stared at the gravel path underfoot, stricken and afraid of what might happen when they returned home, of what he might do to Elodie or himself if they spoke out of turn. 

Théo was weak at the knees, unsteady on his feet as the man across from him surged forward to try and brace him against the bookshelf. He needed to get out of there. His chest seemed to be getting tighter by the second, his throat constricting as he gasped for air, the telltale signs of a panic attack making themselves apparent. 

“I don’t– We aren’t...” Théo found himself gasping, his voice catching on the lump forming in his throat. 

He shook his head, stupidly hoping the feeble motion might clear away the intrusive thoughts that had taken grip of him. He didn’t want to think about the boys in that park, nor his father and the endless array of bruises he’d gifted Théo with over the years. He couldn’t think of Lando and the way the other boy made his heart sink in his chest each time he talked about how pretty Cora was. He could only think about now and the humiliation that came with having a panic attack in such a public, open space. Even tucked away in the corner of the store, he still had an audience. What would happen if he broke down crying now, breathing laboured, hands trembling as he lost his grip on reality? 

He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t subject this stranger to the worst parts of him. 

Friends. That’s what the other man had said, moments before Théo had spiralled. He squeezed his eyes shut, dizzying and afraid. New York was a lonely place, he realised. Even with Lando here, with Keeley and Chess and Louis and Elodie. He dreamed of remote French towns, tucked away in the mountains where nobody knew his name, where nobody had dared to give him hope. 

“Are you gay?” Théo blurted out, eyes snapping open as the words ripped from the back of his throat, burning him as they did. 

"Not so much anymore." Jax admitted, sheepishly. "But when I was a little younger than you? Yeah. All the time."

A smile lit up his face as he thought back to the nights he'd spent in the room he shared with his oldest sister, duvet pulled over his head as he thumbed through paperbacks by torchlight. In all honesty, he'd much preferred glossy car magazines to reading real stories. But for a small time, between the pages of old novels were the only places he could meet people like himself. His closest companions, the ones who loved how he loved and felt how he felt, were penned by James Baldwin and Michael Cunningham. Of course, it had been the nineties, and the characters in those books hardly ever ended up happy. But he'd loved them nonetheless.

He passed the coffee cup from hand to hand, suddenly regretting having foregone the paper sleeve, and blushed as he regarded the boy. He didn't know why he'd admitted to enjoying queer fiction. It seemed utterly harmless - but from the way the kid gingerly held the paperback between two fingers to him referring to it as this stuff, he might as well have admitted to reading out and out gay porn.

So why had he said anything at all? He supposed it came down to him being a big old softy, and he couldn't stand seeing the way tears burned hot in the young man's eyes, or the shame that seemed to radiate off of him. Jax knew how that felt, and it one of the worst feelings in the world.

"Where they...?" Jax echoed, "What, fall in love, you mean?"

He offered the boy a tentative smile, hoping for the love of God he wasn't barking up the wrong tree. Everything seemed to be pointing in one direction - the barely concealed tears, the sports illustrated magazine, the way he couldn't so much as string a sentence together - or maybe he was just projecting onto this poor kid who seriously wanted to be left alone.

"Whoa, steady on there." he started, reaching out to clap a hand on the boy's shoulder, trying his best to help balance the blond as he veered backwards into the bookshelf, before promptly letting go. He looked so small, so sad - and Jax felt a pang of sympathy as he wondered just which boy had gone and broken his heart. He hoped beyond hopes it was a boy, the alternative just didn't bear thinking about.

Jax slid two fingers under the collar of Dale Earnhardt shirt - worn and stretched out from too many washes, but blazoned with the unmistakable number three across the back - and gave an anxious tug. He ought to let the kid go, scurry off into the deeper recesses of the bookshop and pretend he hadn't seen a thing. But he was reckoning with the deeper, moral part of himself, the Jax who'd wanted to be a rolemodel for scared, queer kids from all across the world. He'd wanted to climb into the seat of a Formula 1 car and be invincible, and make other people feel invincible too. Instead, he was deeper in the closet than ever.

"What's there to tell?" he shrugged, leaning over to retrieve the abandoned paperback. He tucked it under his arm, planning to try and rehome it later on - for Harlow's sake, if nothing else - and gave the kid a warm smile. "Besides, you're, y'know. Among friends."

Glancing past him, Jax reached out and plucked a paperback at random from the shelf, not sure as to what exactly was going to come loose. He glanced down at the bubblegum pink paperback, decorated cutely with two cartoon men and a vibrant font brandishing the title.

"Here's the book I was after." he stated, holding up Red, White & Royal Blue like a white flag.

[theopaints]

Théo blinked in surprise, his skin red-hot from humiliation and sticky from tears. The soft – likely subconscious – utterance of son that the older man had directed at him seemed to cut through him like a knife. It had been a casual term, one that had probably been used so off-hand that the other man couldn’t have possibly expected it to hit so hard, and yet the young blond couldn’t help but stare up at him in awe, lips parted as he wondered whether his own father had ever used the term with such... tenderness, before? 

Sniffing, Théo reached out to retrieve the book, pinching the pages between his forefinger and thumb as though touching it might taint him – he felt dirty, suddenly, keeping the piece of fiction at arm’s length before letting it drop feebly into his lap. He hadn’t meant for anybody to actually catch him reading it. He’d barely gotten a couple pages in, his chest aching with each turn of the page, mind swamped with thoughts of Lando, too distracted to really take in anything else. A soft hiccup reverberated through his chest, his throat feeling thick from all the crying. 

“You read this sort of stuff?” Théo blurted out, unthinking. 

He cringed almost immediately, the weight of his own words washing over him. He didn’t want to seem homophobic or anything – it wasn’t like that. He didn’t care that Lando liked guys and girls, for example. All of his friends, and Elodie too, were pretty open about their sexualities, flexible with who they were attracted to. He was pretty sure everyone he associated with was either bisexual or pansexual, and yet he couldn’t help but feel wrong. Why couldn’t he fit under one of those terms? Why did he struggle so much to look at girls like Keeley or Rachel and find them pretty in the same way that he felt about Lando? What was wrong with him? If his dad knew, he’d never see daylight again. 

“Not that I’m – It’s fine if you do, I guess. I just don’t. Read this sort of thing, I mean. With... um, you know, like... Uh, the kind of thing where boys... and other boys...” he trailed off with a sigh, seemingly digging himself an even bigger hole with each word. 

The man towering over him probably thought he was insane. Or, maybe Théo was getting it all wrong. Maybe he was trying to call his bluff, to humiliate him and announce to the whole entire store that Théo was... G – ugh, he couldn’t even bring himself to think the word. Clumsily running a hand over his face again, he wiped away any remaining tears, and stumbled to his feet, his back crashing uncomfortably into the bookcase behind him. The book and magazine lay abandoned at his feet beside his backpack as he hunched his shoulders, the sleeves of his hoody stretching out to cover his hands, a safety blanket as he tucked his fingers into the fabric before crossing his arms tight across his chest. 

“You’re not gonna, um, like... tell anyone, are you?” he asked, eyes wide with horror. 

Jax loved New York City, but not for the reasons most people probably did. Sure, it had the best theatre district, the most amazing landmarks, but Jax’s favourite places were those you wouldn’t find listed in any Lonely Planet guide. He loved the hidden corners of the city people overlooked, the dog park he took Hart to whenever he was home, the gay bars that the locals had fought to keep from being torn down, and the little bookshops. A Novel Idea just happened to also serve the best coffee.

As Jax approached the counter, he was met with the bright smile of the older, male barista who'd taken his coffee order on more than one occasion. As much as Jax liked A Novel Idea, he didn't get the chance to come here much, but the rugged man with the delectable accent had the uncanny ability of remembering his order each time. Jax must have looked noticeably surprised the first time it had happened, mouth falling agape as the man laughed, drawling that he "never forgot a pretty face!". He'd winked at Jax and the warm, fluttery feeling it put in his stomach had stayed there for days on end.

"Howdy, Jackson." he smiled. "The usual?"

Jax made a point of lifting his sunglasses, feeling slightly safer amongst the towering bookshelves and the hum of the coffee machines. He was sure the dark bags under his eyes made certain no-one tied this exhausted looking man with the normally put-together Jackson Otto, but the glasses were an extra precaution.

"Hey." he replied, giving him a small wave. "That'd be great - can you put some caramel in there too, please?"

No guilt, no guilt, no guilt, chanted the voice in his head, the one that sounded an awful lot like Dante.

"Sure thing. Hey, that book I was tellin' you about last time came back in, if you wanted to take a look?"

Jax melted. Again. If the beautiful barista wasn’t careful, he was going to get top billing in all of his fantasies from here on out. It would make a change from the string of pretty British boys he’d been daydreaming about, anyway. And Glen Powell. Always Glen Powell.

“Alright.” he chirped, tapping his card against the machine as his future husband presented it. He had already made his mind up that he’d buy it, regardless of whether or not it sounded like his cup of tea. It would simply sit on his bedside table with the other paperbacks he kept saying he’d get to, whenever his life slowed down.

Rounding the corner, Jax cast his eye over the bookshelves, trying to remember the name of the author. He wished he was a bigger reader, but it seemed every year more and more things he wanted to read got published, and the year went faster and faster, and he fell asleep on the jet more and more. He chewed his bottom lip, scanning the bookshelves top to bottom, hoping the book would jump out at him - when his gaze landed on a small blond bundle huddled at the foot of the bookshelf.

"Sorry, son." he apologised, voice warm, taking on the somewhat-Fatherly tone he always accidentally used around June. He held his hands up awkwardly, ready to step back and let the young man get back to his reading time. That was, until, he stumbled to his feet, looking scared out of his damn mind and sending his book of choice tumbling to the ground.

"Oh, hey, I got it." he said, bending to collect the paperback. Fluttering to the ground beside it was a copy of Sports Illustrated, the pages still half-tucked against the book - almost as though it was concealing the cover. Jax's lips fought the urge to twitch upwards as he retrieved the paperback, wondering what was so embarrassing the kid felt the need to hide it. Probably one of those faerie smut books Mia was always unabashedly reading.

The book seemed innocent enough, a deep blue cover and a red pick-up truck, most of the text crowding the front cover. Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets of The Universe. He smiled at the sight of it, a vague familiarity tugging at him. Was this the book his barista-friend had reccomended? He thumbed the title absently, fingers touching the place where the cover said Dante, albeit subconsciously.

“Oh?” Jax murmured, looking up to meet the kid’s gaze. It was then he noticed the boy looked noticeably upset, eyes rimmed red, the sight of it tugging at his heartstrings.

“Your friend has good taste.” he said, passing the book back. “I’ve been meaning to read this one.”