//chucks this at everyone and runs because if I don’t publish something now I never will
Jackie finds herself at a loss for words when she sees Janna holding out a popsicle to her.
Even with the heat beating down on her back as she skateboarded through the city, it never occurred to her that she should get ice cream, much less a drink.
She doesn’t want to pin the blame on herself for that, though. During the summers, she hates inactivity to her very core, thinking she’ll drive herself mad if she doesn’t burst out into the great outdoors to do something to get the blood flowing.
Janna doesn’t say anything. Her smirk is just knowing as she nudges the popsicle closer to Jackie.
The chips of ice along the edges are reflecting some light from the sun, sparkling in their own tantalizing way to bait Jackie into accepting the treat. Really, there isn’t any reason to refuse it.
She grabs it too eagerly, almost, giving it a quick lick before glancing at Janna, who flops onto the bench beside her.
“Whew! It’s hot.” Janna fishes her phone out of her pocket to check the time. “It’s 3:30pm.” She says, sounding horrified. She waves the phone in her hand, staring at Jackie with judgement firm on her face. “How long have you been out here?!”
Jackie lets the weight of the ice cream dip her popsicle stick. “About 3 hours.” She guesses, though she hadn’t exactly checked the time before she left. She only remembers the humid air drifting over her head like a warning, telling her that it was only going to get hotter as the day went by.
Janna shakes her head, mock-condescending. “You’re crazy, dude.” She turns on the phone again, and starts typing. She’s most likely texting the group, or maybe even sending the cat pictures that she can’t get enough of. “If I didn’t come here to save your ass with ice cream, you’d be dead.”
Jackie pretends to be sullen. “I can take care of myself! I would’ve gotten water. . ” She remembers to lick the popsicle again once she sees it starting to drip. “. . eventually.” She tacks on.
Janna’s not necessarily wrong about her conclusion, since Jackie probably could have died of thirst without help. Even with the signs of a parched throat and a clammed up body, she nudged it all aside to just keep skating.
Meanwhile, Janna treats herself so well that she can lie on her couch for hours without feeling sorry about it.
She does have her own taste for thrill too, and it takes the form of occult shenanigans and possibly even note-note pranks. But she always finds a way to not get into too much trouble.
Many of her friends (and victims) love to blame her lack of karma on dumb luck, but Jackie thinks there’s a neat system behind it that no one else has figured out yet.
“Suuuuuuure,” Janna drawls out, sounding entertained. She throws one leg over the other and stretches her arms out skyward. “Let’s face it, Jackie, I’m like. . the greatest good you’re ever gonna get.” She grins conspiratorially after that.
Jackie turns the words over and over in her head, wondering if she’s making a mistake about their familiarity. Janna’s still hitting her with that crafty smile of hers. “Are you. . quoting something?” She asks in confusion.
“Nope!” Janna springs from the seat at that moment, but she’s laughing too hard to be telling the truth. Yes, Jackie’s definitely missing something right now. But the shrewd tinge to her grin has melted away, lighting up into something genuine and so Janna.
“Listen, we’re all planning to see a movie today.” Janna says, joyfully changing the subject. “My house. Wanna come with?”
Jackie blinks, thinking this is all moving along so fast, like Janna knows how to kick up the speed of her perception. Like the world has skipped a few turns on its axis.
It’s not bad, though.
It kind of reminds her of riding the skateboard again, sailing past pedestrians and cars as the wind sifts through her bangs.
Yeah, it’s not bad in the slightest.
“Sure, why not.” Jackie says, lips turning up. She’s not able to suppress her smile, especially when Janna’s own grows bigger.
She’s not sure how she gets the same rush of skating as she does from talking to Janna, but that moment of clarity can wait. She’s ready to wind down to her wavelength, ready to meet up with the rest of her friends to ask about their day.
This is just one of the many positive notes of summer, Jackie thinks, as Janna holds out a hand for her to take.
so um.. i hit 1k a few days ago is this even real?!?! & I’m still processing that one thousand of you actually follow me?? Thank you all so so much! You make my day by sending me cute messages & those tags underneath posts when you reblog something 😭💖
To all my mutuals, just thank you for always being there for me. Your thoughts & kindness is just so invigorating & amazing. idk wHAT I can do to thank y'all 💘
Every single one of you here are such amazing people & I hope that you all achieve everything you want in life. Thanks for being such an amazing & helpful community <3
i thought it would be a fun idea to do some blogrates wow how original nidhi lols to celebrate this moment? ✨
Life on the streets isn’t easy, especially if you’re a kid trying to look out for your best friend in the world.
The knife clatters to the ground and the noise eats away further at the headache forming behind Kuroo’s temples. It’s the damn heat balling together in between the suffocating, narrow alleyways of this godforsaken city.
He breathes out and bends down to pick the knife back up.
“Kenma, you need to learn how to fight. Else you can’t survive.”
The other boy just stares up at him from under his messy bangs, his cat-like eyes wide and defiant.
“I don’t want to”, he repeats, barely audible, but Kuroo has heard this sentence too many times today. Heck, he wouldn’t even have to say it, it’s in his eyes and his voice and the fact that he won’t hold on to the knife Kuroo tries to give him.
There is no use. He won’t let Kuroo teach him hand-to-hand combat (and Kuroo could never, ever bring it over himself to attack his friend until he was forced to protect himself, even though it would be safer for the both of them in the long run).
“It’s alright”, he breathes with a sigh and tucks the knife back into the one boot he managed to snatch. It’s much more durable than the sandal on his other foot. Without a knife dangling from his belt, it makes him seem like he’s unarmed. It’s important, ‘cause when adults and teens want to mess you up, your biggest advantage is them underestimating you.
“I’ll just have to keep you safe, then.”
Kenma stumbles forwards and Kuroo wraps him up in a hug that is far too close for a hot day like this, but it doesn’t really matter when Kenma buries his face in his dirty shirt.
He doesn’t have to tell him thanks, Kuroo knows it’s what this hug means.
It never ceases to amaze me how so much in fanon Slytherin house is viewed very much as male dominated and patriarchal but like it’s the house of the cunning and the ambitious and basically I really doubt for a minute the women would seriously let themselves be viewed as secondary people unless it really fucking served them and even then they’d probably find a way to get back at you later for thinking of them as weak???