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l'amour de ma vie

Pure fluff oh my god I hate this. Basically this is one of my very traumatized gay ocs, of whom I've decided to pair with my favorite British cigarette, Gareth Emerson bc he's babygirl. This is fluff for now but feel free to request angst and/or smut although angst is my favorite to write. I can go into their story a little bit later but all you need to know for now is they're a mentally ill teen that's nonbinary in the 80s which causes a lot of insecurity for them because they managed to fall for the gay kid and they had the misfortune of being born as a girl.

Established relationship

No triggers for this one

"Dude, what do you mean it's nothing? That's so cool!" Gareth hollered, grinning at his partner as they casually decided to mention the fact they know a few phrases in French. "It's just a few...like really lovey dovey ones." Atlas mumbled, face glowing a bright shade of red as they remembered why they learned the phrases in the first place.

Atlas Grove sat patiently on the calm patio of the Emerson home, waiting for Gareth to return with snacks from the store as they mindlessly wrote anything and everything in their notebook. Footsteps trailed behind them, though audibly not Gareth's, it was his mom. Eleanor Emerson wasn't a stranger to seeing Atlas appear in her home, it wasn't something for her to complain about either, Atlas was kind and clearly loved her son so why worry.

"Waiting for your loverboy to get back?" The elder questioned, sitting in the sit next to the teen, setting down a cup of water for them. Atlas seemed on a different planet, listening to another French lesson with their Walkman strapped onto their head. It wasn't too loud for them to hear the woman though, and they simply replied, "if you're talking about Gareth — I still haven't confessed." A small sigh of defeat escaped the Grove teen's lips as their gaze found it's way to Eleanor, "well, I'm fixing to, I just don't want it to be obvious. I learned how to say and write 'I love you' in French so I'll probably just leave him a note that says that and wait for him to figure it out."

Sadly, Gareth never exactly figured out what the translation of Je t'aime meant, however Atlas still managed to end up lucky enough to be running their fingers through Gareth's hair, making a mess of it, though it seemed like the boy couldn't care less as the side of his face pressed into the other teen's stomach. "Tell me something in French, I wanna guess what you're saying. I'll give myself three hints."

Atlas sighed a bit to themself, more in content than boredom or something along those lines. How could they possibly get bored of laying like this? Gareth's arms were loosely wrapped around their waist, just enough so that it wasn't uncomfortable for either of them. Gareth was laid on the longer end of the couch while Atlas' body was positioned more in the corner of the L-shaped sofa. The Emerson teen's face was turned towards Atlas' so the pair could look at each other, as if that wasn't what they did all day anyway.

Even if Atlas couldn't see Gareth, his face was engraved into their mind. Every little detail. Every freckle that went from one cheek, to across the nose, then onto the other cheek, and finally scattering around his forehead.

"Well...uh, l'amour de ma vie."

Gareth scoffed playfully, glaring up at Atlas in disbelief, "amour is obviously love." He claimed proudly, nose slightly scrunched as he continued. "And I know ma is my, I took French for like 2 years...in middle school."

Atlas let out a quiet laugh, nodding to show that he was on the right track. They would've spoke but they felt like silence communicated their thoughts better than they did. And who would want to interrupt Gareth's train of thought when it was making him look so...squishy? Like when a cat is so cute you just wanna suffocate it, whatever that is called. His nose was slightly scrunched, making his eyebrows furrow inward slightly as he reached up to scratch his cheek like he was did when thinking intently. "I need a hint."

"Vie means life." Atlas declared, "the whole thing is kinda like a pet name, it's something you call someone you love."

Gareth seemed completely lost but that was fine by Atlas since he couldn't catch them staring at him. As much as they stare at him, they'd probably be able to do a photo-accurate sculpture of Gareth just from memory. Curls messily fell over his freckled forehead, framing his face as his eyes drooped sleepily and he reached around to grab Atlas' free hand.

"I give up, what's it mean?"

"Love of my life."

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