#and then I got enough hearts to date Lucas. and I completely fucking forgot about the other guys ghgh
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Rune factory 5 art!!!! Cuz I’ve been playin it a lot recently! And I finally got married to Lucas so I wanted to draw some stuff of him!! Cuz I love him. He is a lil weirdo god whomst I cherish and adore..
#rune factory#rune factory 5#rf5#lucas#alice#rf5 lucas#rf5 alice#doodles#my characters name is Perez but considering the extent of customization is what outfit do u wanna wear I’ll use her canon name lol#anyone yeah… at first I was like oh god!!!! how am I ever gonna pic between murakumo Reinhardt and lucas?!?!? theyre all so good!!!#and then I got enough hearts to date Lucas. and I completely fucking forgot about the other guys ghgh#LUCAS IS SO CUTE… I LOVE HIM#1 I love him. 2 he’s beautiful. 3 the narrative of two amnesiacs falling in love is incredible to me#it’s like fucking. soulmates fate destiny shit. it’s great#3 the whole. him being an actual literal fucking god thing is. both funny and hot…. like yess babe. work that divine power ghgh#4 he’s HILARIOUS. AND SO CUTE. AND SWEET. AND ENDEARING#I couldn’t help it… I just got sucked in.. ALSO HES OLD AND WEARS GLASSES AND JUST. idk… he’s perfect ok. everything about him#the other guys didn’t stand a chance#after I met ludmilla I also rlly seriously was considering her too! like she’s SO FUCKING. I love ludmilla. she stole my heart instantly#but like!!! lucas just came out on top. I trusted my gut and my gut said this weirdo..#also#in regards to Fionna and cake. I still haven’t watched it all yet ghg#I’ve watched a few episodes tho! and wow.. I was way off a my thoughts on Simon mental state lmao. I was literally like that girl in the#2nd episode. I’m sorry for misjudging ur issues so badly simon. u still have issues but they were not what I thought they were!!! damn..#anyway im gonna get around to watching the other eps soon! promise!#till then tho… have completely self indulgent rune factory 5 art of me swooning over lucas lmao#w 2 diff versions of the last picture cuz! I couldn’t decide which I liked better! indecision is my curse ghgh
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Monday, 14:12
Song: gnash - i hate you, i love you
Lucas tugs absentmindedly at a loose thread on his pillowcase as he waits for the boys. He’s been staring blankly at his laptop screen for a quarter hour already, the only tab open to Jens’s Instagram. Devoid of any new posts but with recent messages that Lucas still hasn’t responded to.
Maybe he’s overreacting, but he physically can’t do it. Not after hearing Jens explain that he’d ditched him for Jana. Without so much as a single warning.
It had taken Lucas over half an hour of waiting like a fool and sending Jens messages before he was able to admit to himself that he’d been stood up. He’d gotten Jens’s urgent apology when he was already halfway home, and at that stage, he’d struggled to care what the excuse was. He was tired of feeling stupid. He was angry.
He still is, but he also misses Jens already.
The tone of an incoming video call stops him from falling into that pit of self-pity, and he answers with probably a little too much enthusiasm. He doesn’t care, though, as Kes and Jayden pop into view on his screen, grinning just as ridiculously, cheering as soon as they can see Lucas. Lucas ducks closer to his screen and examines, noting that they seem to be in Jayden’s room and both have a little more scruff on their chins than when he’d last seen them. Weeks ago, he reminds himself. This is his first time seeing his best friends—the people he used to talk to everyday—in weeks.
“Hi,” he says, giddy, already grinning wider than he has in days.
“Hey,” Jayden leans in to examine him closer, blocking Kes and beaming. “I was hoping I could be like ‘you’ve changed’ but you haven’t even changed your hair, Lucas. It looks like you’ve been frozen in time since you left.”
Lucas snorts as Kes shoves him out of the way. “Shut up, Jayden. You look fucking great, Luc. I missed that pretty face.”
“Funny,” Lucas muses, “I haven’t thought about your’s once since I left.”
Kes squawks, and then he’s leaning forward to take up the frame, pointing a finger at Lucas threateningly. He then turns it towards himself and circles the air in front of his face. “You love this face. Don’t even try to lie to me.”
It is a lie, so Lucas doesn’t bother arguing any further. He’s missed them both more than he’s willing to express, for surety they’ll make fun of him in response. They do, however, still have their own ridiculous grins stuck on their faces, so maybe Lucas is judging them too harshly.
“Are you going to tell me what I’ve been missing then?”
Jayden scoffs. “You’re the only thing that’s missing, man. It’s boring as hell without you.”
Lucas shakes his head. “Come on, you’re seriously trying to tell me you haven’t gotten in any trouble the whole time I was away.”
“Well, no one said that.”
Kes rolls his eyes and offers Lucas a shrug. “There hasn’t been much, man. You’ve only been gone three weeks.”
“I’ve already been gone three whole weeks, you mean,” Lucas raises a brow, even though the realisation sinks in and scares him. He’s only been here a little over three weeks. He hadn’t known Jens for the first one, meaning it has hardly taken any time for Lucas to develop such a strong, ridiculous crush on him.
Really, can he even call it a crush? The word feels much too tame to describe the force of his feelings, sometimes.
He has to swallow down the sudden anxiety crawling up his throat as Kes says, “Surely you have more exciting things to talk to us about then.”
“Yeah,” Jayden urges. “You get to meet all the new people. Did you find any of the hot girls yet?”
Kes bumps his arm. “Luc doesn’t have to find the hot girls. They come to him. It’s weird as fuck, man.”
“Fuck you,” Lucas retorts, and it’s half-hearted. His chest feels tight, all of a sudden, and there’s a heaviness that sinks into his stomach and takes root. It’s a weight that had slowly began to drift away, as Lucas let himself drift and entertain the possibility of accepting that part of him. Of thinking that part could be known alongside all the rest without changing anything. He’s reminded now, with his best friends of years looking at him, that it’ll never be that easy. “There are plenty of girls that I’m sure you couldn’t get, yeah.”
The boys both ‘oh’ dramatically in response and Lucas rolls his eyes fondly, even as the ache in him does nothing to dissipate. His smile still feels tight, stretched thin, and he feels suddenly helpless. He’d been hoping that seeing them would put him at ease, would make him feel normal, would allow him to stop thinking about his dad, still at work, and his mother, still in Utrecht, and Jens, still being avoided.
He supposes he should have known better.
“You can at least tell us about this new fancy friend group of yours,” Kes says, casual and genuine, and Lucas wishes the simple request didn’t make him feel worse, but it does.
He forces a shrug. “They’re cool.”
“That’s it?” Jayden scoffs. “Come on, tell us who’s the pretty boy you’re always with, at least. We have to know something about our replacements, yeah?”
“They’re definitely not replacements,” Lucas assures. “No one could replace you. I wish I could just come back.”
The boys share a look, and when they turn back to him, they’ve softened. Lucas’s chest only grows tighter, the ache more thorough. He misses them now even more than he had that first week, when he’d been left feeling completely alone, even wishing for the presence of his dad on occasion just to have the company. It hurts twice as much to be reverted back to the stage when he’d had a taste of something different.
“We’d love that, too, Luc,” Kes promises, and Lucas misses him so much he could cry, and he almost does when he goes on to ask, “Are the pretty boys not even treating you right?”
Lucas shrugs, looking back down at that loose thread on his pillow, smoothing his hand over it this time to feel the bump under his fingers. “They’re cool. Some of them do remind me of you guys. Aaron’s kind of the funny one, I guess, and Moyo’s really cool and kind of freaked me out at first. But they’re nice. Then there’s Robbe, he’s the smaller one with the curly hair? He’s sweet. But his boyfriend, Sander, is really cool. He’s studying art.”
He watches them intently over the word ‘boyfriend’, but nothing in their expression changes other than their smiles widening fondly at the mention of art.
“You’ve already found your perfect clique, then,” Jayden teases. “So what part are you? Still the nice face?”
Lucas shakes his head and pulls the thread. “That’s Jens.”
“That’s right,” Kes drawls. “‘Jensrolt’, yeah? You mentioned him before too.”
Lucas nods. “He was the first one of them I met, so.”
“He seems pretty cool. He’s got the chill, Kes-like vibes,” Jayden muses, elbowing his friend, and it’s enough to finally drag another proper smile out of Lucas.
“He does kinda remind me of Kes, actually.”
“What, ‘cause he took pity on you or because he’s hot as fuck?” Kes raises his brows cheekily and Lucas resists the urge to answer honestly by simply saying ‘both’. Instead he focuses on his best friend calling his crush hot as fuck. Which is weird, but not wrong.
But really weird.
“Maybe because he’s full of himself,” Jayden raises his brows at Lucas, exaggeratedly, mocking, and he and Lucas both laugh as Kes tries to shove him off the bed. Lucas watches them wrestle and glances at his phone.
“I think he might be too pretty and too cool for me, actually,” Lucas mumbles.
Kes and Jayden both stop and look at him, and they’ve lost all previous hints of amusement. “What do you mean?” Jayden asks. “Is he being a dick?”
Lucas shrugs again. “I’m probably just overthinking. I was supposed to hang out with him yesterday and he couldn’t make it, that’s all.”
“He couldn’t make it as in he cancelled on you or he stood you up?” Kes prods.
“It wasn’t a date,” Lucas says, too snappish, too petulant. They can both see right through him. “But he stood me up,” he mumbles.
“Fuck that. Like it’s not hard enough to get used to new friends without them being assholes. Did he tell you why?” Jayden asks.
“He was meeting up with his ex-girlfriend.”
“Fuck that. How long were you waiting for him?”
“Like half an hour? Then I gave up and left. He text me to tell me he forgot because she’d asked him to meet up.”
Jayden scoffs as Kes frowns. “It seemed like you two were getting on well before, though. He’s been friendly enough so far, right?”
“Yeah, he’s been cool right from the start and I thought it was great. I’d found friends. And then he completely forgot I existed. And now I wanna come home to you guys.”
“He obviously didn’t completely forget about you,” Jayden attempts to comfort. “Maybe he had something else going on, too.”
“Yeah, Luc. And if he did then he sucks and you can get better friends than that. But you like them, right? The whole group. And you should trust your own judgment. You’re pissed right now but it probably is a genuine mistake and you probably know it.”
Lucas considers this for a moment and begrudgingly admits that he’s probably right. Kes beams and adds, “But for now, we can say fuck him. It’s us time. Did you talk to your dad about coming down another weekend?”
“Not yet,” Lucas says, sinking into the pillow behind him. “Right now I still have a curfew.”
Jayden snorts. Kes elbows him. “Is he there? We could try to talk him around.”
“No, he’s working. As usual.”
“Fuck that,” Jayden repeats. “Man, you’re lucky you have us. Jens is the last straw. If he fucks up, you tell us, and we’re coming over there to steal you back, okay?”
Lucas laughs, and reminds himself that he is lucky.
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Jens couldn’t help smiling to himself as he watched Lucas stumble off his skateboard, not at all as graceful as he usually appeared. Mid-afternoon sun shone through the shifting leaves as Jens watched Lucas retrieve his board from where it had rolled away, a chill breeze heralding the end of fall whipping past the back of his neck.
“I thought you said your boyfriend could skate,” Moyo said from beside Jens on the wall.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jens replied, for what had to be the third time in the past week. He knew it had been a mistake to get drunk and tell the guys he wouldn’t mind making out with a guy, that he could understand what Robbe saw in Sander. Maybe it had also been a mistake to befriend the new guy with beautiful blue eyes that Jens found himself thinking about far too often to be platonic.
“You sure?” Moyo asked, making annoying kissing noises in Jens’ ear as Lucas glanced over.
Jens shoved Moyo away, rolling his eyes. So maybe he hadn’t just invited Lucas to be nice. After all, it wasn’t like Lucas had any other friends here, and maybe when Lucas laughed, it made Jens’ stomach flip-flop in a completely ridiculous way.
Fuck. He wasn’t a ten year old girl.
Or maybe he was as he watched Lucas head down a ramp, coming up the other side, catching his eye at the top, a giddy feeling flooding his chest. The board under Lucas’ feet seemed to move on its own, shooting out from underneath him a second later and Lucas went down hard—Jens could hear the smack of the concrete even from his spot on the wall.
“Oh!” He heard Moyo from beside him, the sharp intake of breath from Aaron.
As Moyo laughed, Jens hesitated. A part of him wanted to rush over to Lucas to make sure he was okay. The other part knew exactly what the guys would say if he did.
It was Lucas’ shaky arms pushing himself up that made Jens slide off the wall, sliding down into the pit and reaching for Lucas’ arm.
“You okay?”
Jens swallowed as Lucas looked up at him, blood smeared over his chin, lip split as Lucas ran his tongue tentatively over it.
“I think so,” he said slowly, rubbing his elbow, grimacing.
Hesitating, Jens reached up with his thumb, wiping away some of the blood on Lucas’ chin. He told himself it was to check it was just a scrape, that he hadn’t accidentally knocked out a tooth, but he couldn’t help feeling nervous as Lucas let him, watching him carefully.
Jens didn’t know why he felt this way, why he suddenly cared about touching another guy. If it had been one of his other friends, he would have just propped them upright and gave them a slap on the back.
“Thought you said you skated,” Jens said, pulling his hand back when it was more than clear that it was just a scrape on his chin, and Lucas frowned.
“Sure, on flat surfaces.”
Laughing, Jens shook his head. “What? Were you trying to impress me or something?”
Lucas didn’t reply to that, clearing his throat instead, still rubbing his elbow, not meeting Jens’ gaze. Something swooped into Jens’ stomach, unexpected. Had he been right? Lucas wanted to impress him?
“I think I’m done for today.”
Jens nodded instead of pushing, though he couldn’t stop thinking about it as they returned to Moyo and Aaron perched on the wall.
“You sure your elbow’s okay?” he asked as Lucas held onto it.
“It’s fine. I’ve had worse.” Lucas shrugged, dropping his hand as they reached the guys.
“That was impressive, man!” Moyo said, reaching out to slap Lucas’ shoulder. “I haven’t seen anyone go down that hard since Aaron was last on a board.”
Lucas merely forced a smile, as though he wasn’t quite as amused. “I try.” He dug his phone out from his pocket a second later, though. “Shit, I gotta get home before my dad does.”
As Lucas took a step back, Jens didn’t want him to leave, a strange urge to follow him rising.
“I forgot, I told my mom I’d watch my little sister,” he said quickly, grabbing his board off the ground. “I’ll walk with you, Luc.”
Jens didn’t miss the kissy faces Moyo made as he turned away, glad Lucas was already heading for the edge of the park. He caught up to him easily, falling into step and glancing at the blood already drying on his face.
“Will your dad be pissed?” Jens asked as they turned a corner and the park vanished behind them. Lucas, who had been keeping his gaze on the sidewalk, lifted his head finally.
“That I’m late?”
“About the—” Jens nodded at Lucas’ face. He was still pretty, even with a split lip and scrapes all over his chin, and Jens caught himself thinking it, looking away sharply instead. He wasn’t sure what his brain thought was going to happen here—he’d only known Lucas a few weeks, and even if he’d thought about guys in the abstract, the idea of really kissing one hadn’t seemed important until just now.
“Probably not,” Lucas said, shaking his head, touching his lip gingerly. “He’ll just want to know what I was doing, where I was.” He sighed and kicked aside a leaf on the ground as they walked.
“Parents can be so annoying,” Jens agreed. His own mother had long given up on knowing where he was at all times. She still had his sister to corral and that kept her busy.
“Yeah,” Lucas muttered. “It’s just ever since we moved here, he’s, like, trying to make up for everything somehow? Always wants to know what I’m doing, if I’m okay. It’s exhausting.”
Jens didn’t ask what his dad was trying to make up for. He knew Lucas had left his mom in the Netherlands, but they hadn’t talked much about it.
“Just tell him you got in a fight,” he said, more following Lucas than heading for his own house, watching the way Lucas tucked his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, how he smiled at the suggestion.
“I guess that’s less embarrassing than what really happened.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Jens assured him. “I’ve fallen plenty of times. We all have.”
“Yeah, but probably not in front of a guy who—” Lucas cut himself off sharply, swallowing visibly, glancing up at the street signs. “Isn’t your house the other way?”
“A guy who what?” Jens asked instead of answering the question, his heart thudding against his ribcage as Lucas hesitated, frowning, running his tongue over the cut in his lip.
“Guys you want to be friends with,” Lucas muttered finally, shrugging, looking away, and Jens got the distinct feeling that hadn’t been what he’d been about to say.
The corner was quiet, a shop across the street, and Lucas was right. Jens’ house was to the left, but Jens didn’t actually have to watch his sister. He’d only said that so he could leave with Lucas, which seemed stupid in retrospect as they stood there, and Jens knew he should at least pretend to go home.
“I could take the long way,” Jens heard himself say, catching a slight smile at the edge of Lucas’ lips as he did.
“What about your sister?”
“She’ll be fine if I’m a few minutes late.”
“Babysitter of the year,” Lucas joked as Jens joined him crossing the street. He did glance over as they reached the other side, though. “You know, you don’t have to walk me all the way home. I’m really fine. I didn’t hit my head or anything. I know where I’m going.”
“That’s not why I’m here,” Jens said before he could stop himself, watching the way Lucas’ eyebrows furrowed. Fuck. “I mean, you have only been here a couple weeks. You could still get lost, concussion or no.”
For a second, Lucas frowned, as if unsure whether or not to believe Jens. It was a terrible excuse—the real reason even more ridiculous—that Jens just hadn’t wanted to part ways so soon back at the skate park, that he just wanted a few minutes alone with Lucas. The last few weeks, it seemed as if the guys were always around when Lucas was, that he couldn’t find even a minute to just talk to Lucas without it needing some really weird excuse.
“Do you walk all the new kids home?” Lucas asked finally, turning from Jens and heading forward.
“Nah, you’re special,” Jens said, grimacing to himself as the words came out, and he nudged Lucas with his elbow instead, relieved to see Lucas smile slightly.
God, he was an idiot, he thought as they turned another corner onto a block filled with apartment buildings. He hadn’t been this bad at flirting since Jana, and that had partially been because he was dating her best friend at the time. Not exactly his best moment.
But he was free and clear now. Free and clear and had no idea what he was even trying to do with Lucas.
Lost in his own thoughts, Jens was surprised when they stopped, at least until Lucas nodded at the door to the building.
“This is me,” he said with a shrug. “I should probably at least try to get cleaned up before my dad gets home.”
“Yeah,” Jens agreed, glancing up at the building, shifting his weight, casting for the right thing to say.
“Yeah,” Lucas echoed after a second, not making any moves to head inside.
A cold breeze swept leaves past them on the street as they stood there, and Jens felt himself reaching for Lucas, thumb brushing under the cut on his lip.
“I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” he said, raising his gaze to Lucas’, an unfamiliar intensity in the irises as Jens licked his own lips, nervous, unsure, swallowing down the butterflies crammed in his throat.
“I’m sure,” Lucas said, practically whispered, and Jens was close enough to hear, close enough not to stop himself as he leaned in, fingers sliding up to Lucas’ ear as their lips met.
The bubble in his chest burst, a wave of relief as Lucas kissed him back, opened his mouth to the slide of his lips, taste a little coppery from the dried blood, but Jens didn’t even care. This was what he’d been waiting for since that day Lucas had stepped into their classroom and the teacher had sat him right in front of Jens.
They broke away slowly, and Jens opened his eyes, smiling at the blush on Lucas’ cheeks.
“Next time we go to the skate park, you can just watch, yeah?”
A smile spread across Lucas’ face as nodded. “I can do that.”
Nodding, Jens let his hand fall from Lucas’ cheek. “Tell your dad I got you home safe.”
Lucas laughed, stepping away reluctantly, and it made Jens smile. “I think I won’t tell him about this,” he said, stepping up to the door and pausing. “It’s just mine for now.”
Jens couldn’t help grinning as Lucas stepped through the door and it shut behind him. It was just theirs for now, and that was good enough for him.
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Nov 6th, Friday 20:18
JANAAAAAA!“ A parade of voices outscreaming themselves erupted at the new little video screen popping up on their online chat, as the familiar face of their abroad living friend appeared.
She looked hilarious, wide eyed, absolutely overwhelmed, and even leaning away from her camera, as she laughed: „Good god, guys. I thought Jens was the boy, or better man, of the day. Not me.“
„Well we were just discussing our rescue mission to get you back home from still Trump Country.“ Luca said conspiratorial, as she whispered at short distance into her mic, making her sound a little asmr-ish and that much better.
„Also we can see or talk to Jens every day, we already sang him happy birthday, so you are more special.“ Robbe added, sticking his tounge out, as Sander grinned, raising his thumb in support. Jens rolled his eyes at them, giving them his middlefinger in return.
„Fuck you guys.“ He added without meaning it in the slightest. It was his birthday party chat, but he really didn’t mind their taunting, calling him an old man, leaving Milan and Senne to stick up to him. The real friends here in the group, Jens would make sure to remember that.
„So how is my birthday boy today?“ Jana asked smiling brightly as she looked as beautiful as ever, her hair a little shorter. He liked it, it looked very good on her. He wondered if she would ever leave his heart, and if they would have found each other again, hadn’t she moved away.
Jens had Lucas now though, and the thought that he may not even had considered the boy, was unimaginable. Or worse he could have nonetheless fallen for him, while being with Jana... A much scarier thought reminding him of his end with Britt, something he definitely didn’t need to revisit. So he smiled at her and kept it short: „Pretty great actually, I thought I would hate not having a party, but I really enjoy celebrating in bed in my comfy home clothes.“
I also got kissed by the prettiest boy on earth and slept like a baby for the first time in weeks.
Jens never said it out loud, but he couldn’t help his smile from growing, as did his heart in his chest planning to escape, just thinking about the morning. Both of them awake once the alarm went off, staying in bed another couple of minutes in a lazy cudlle, pecking kisses at heach other. God it was too cheesy and he loved every moment of it. Lucas had changed clothes, just as fast as Jens, as the boy had hurried out of the house to get home, while Jens panicked to get everything done on his agenda. They had spent a little too long in bed.
Jens would welcome the stress back every morning, if Lucas would promise to show up on his doorstep every time the clock struck midnight.
„Jens?“ Aaron asked amused, waving his hand in front of the camera to get his attention back. He may have drifted off there a bit.
„Sorry, what?“
„Milan said, you have to come by tomorrow because he is not gonna have you spent a birthday without getting a cake and blowing out a candle with a party hat on.“ Senne provided as an explanation, but the only thing happning in Jens’s brain was the image of Lucas last night. Fuck this boy was taking over his mind way too fast.
„Eh sure. Though I think I have to bring Lotte, my mom is busy tomorrow. Children under 12 do not fall under the lockdown guidelines, so should be safe. That’s okay for you?“ Jens asked looking at the little screen showing all members of the flatshare in a tangled mess on Zoenne’s bed.
„Yeah I think that’s fine. It’s not like we have to make it toddlersafe.“ Milan said already looking excited of having the little girl over too. Until now, they only ever had visited the flatshare one time back in February and only for an hour or two, usually they met at Jens’s place.
„Shit Babe, that means we have to finish his present today.“ Robbe exclaimed a bit too panicked for it to be a joke. His boyfriends eyes widned, as he looked at Robbe in shock. „Jens, is it too late to say it is for christmas?“
„Pretty much, yes, it better be amazing, or I’ll cancel this friendship.“
„Oh I forgot, fuck!“ Luca suddelnly loudly announced getting off of her chair and stumbling out of frame her voice still being picked up by the mic: „Let me just turn the speaker on.... Wait...wait... Okay! I know it is not the best time given election. Yikes! But we are all together in chat since Jana moved, soooo.“
One note was all that was needed for the group to immediatly loose it.
„You are not playing Miley Cyrus now!“
„Hell yea, I am!“ Luca replied to Moyo’s absolutely horrorfied face, before starting to sing the lyrics:
„I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Whoa, am I gonna fit in?“
Milan joining in instantly as if he had waited his whole life for this moment. Sander following suit, next to Robbe fishing for his phone. He was definitely going to record his boyfriend for leverage. Or because it was Sander singing, to Robbe even Sander breathing was worthy of adoration.
By the time they reached the jay-z line leading up to the chorus, they all had giving up their resistance and begun to sing whole heartedly, between giggles, dancing and messing up on words and notes. Any music teacher listening in would let them all fail class. No questions asked.
„Yeah it's a party in the USA“
Ending in a big crecsendo before all 11 voices fell silent, as they looked at each other and proceeded to burst into laughter.
„I miss you guys sooo much.“ Jana cried, hugging her laptop. All they saw was a black screen for a long minute, before she sat back, grinning: „Though I am dating this super hot guy from Geography. Like he is an absolutely idiot, but he is very cute and super gorgeous looking.“
„So American Jens?“ Yasmina said as dry and confident, that Jens was pretty sure she meant it. At least a little. Much to their friends’s amusement.
„Ey! This is my birthday, you can’t be mean on my birthday.“ He pretended to be offended, yet smirked at her, as soon as her lips curled up into a big smile, her eyebrows risen up high.
„She’s got a point though, bro.“ Moyo laughed, lucky that he wasn’t near enough to be hit by Jens, who raised his hands.
„Alright, alright. I definitely gonna have to find new friends now, that’s for sure.“
„No! You are a cute idiot, our cute idiot.“ Zoe chimed in, absolutely delighted and Jens couldn’t really ever be mad at that girl, so he sighed, accepting his fate. It wasn’t exactly that they were very off anyway, he supposed.
„Well whatever, I actually wanted to let you know that I decided to apply to University in Antwerp, Brussel, Utrecht and Rotterdam, so hopefully I can move back next summer. I talked to my mom, and she isn’t the biggest fan of her daughter being so far away, but she knows how I hated moving here. I guess she feels guilty and I’m gonna take full adventage of that.“
An amount of variations of „seriously“ to „are you joking?“ Filled the chat to a point it all merged into a single distorted sound for a good couple of minutes. Jens joining right in. They all wanted her back, especially the girls.
It was Amber who than took the conversation over, completely leading them onto a new topic, one that Jens should have seen coming, but kinda hoped wouldn’t be turned into a big deal. But obviously it, would be, as Jana had seen their insta posts and the last vlog from wednesday.
„That means you get to meet Lucas! That would be so cool, he is also from Utrecht, maybe he could help you out with it. We should invite him for the next time.“
„Oh right, tell me all about him, I’m ready. Someone’s dating him? Because if not I’m calling dips.“
Jens had to use everything in him, to keep himself from snorting, laughing or commenting, giving away any knowledge he possesed. But having his ex lusting after the boy he kissed last night, was the funniest shit ever.
No one seemed to notice though, as they all went full in, describing everything they knew about the poor absent dutch boy. Not able to defend himself.
Jens leaned back and enjoyed every second of it.
Best birthday so far.
#week 2#wtfock#skam#vds#jens stoffels#lucas van der heijden#chapped and faded#the group together again#i loved wtfock down and their dynamic
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What did you do to me? •Mark Lee
Warnings: a little bit of smut
Pairing: GoodBoy!Mark + BadGirl!Reader
Genre: fluff and a little bit of smut
"Y/N!" You hear your name coming from the most mouth of the most annoying girl you've seen in your entire life. You turn around after signing as deep as you can, telling yourself not to punch the girl on the face. "What?" You respond, looking at the clock of your phone. You had classes in five minutes and you wanted to take your favorite sit before someone took it from you.
She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, maybe trying to act superior to me when she is some random person. Meaning, she is nothing to me. I don't even know her name, I know her by the name of Chan's girlfriend and that's all I knew of her. "I saw you talking to Chan earlier, and I want you to not get close to him ever again." She walks slowly to you. She was trying to be intimidating or something similar?
My mouth can't help but to be wide open. It is unbelievable. "Are you seriously fucking stopping me for this kind of childishness? Are you stupid or something?" It is like your brain was not functioning anymore, It is hard for you to comprehend how a person can be... Like that. You look at her with a confused face.
“How dare you speak to me like that?"
"I will tell you what you will do." You step forward, causing her to step back at the same time. She's not as brave as she pretended to be. "You will go grab a book and learn. Since you're too stupid and useless that your boyfriend had to come to me for help when his girlfriend is in the same class. Can you understand me?" You don't waste time waiting for a response and leave to your next class. "Was I too harsh on her? No. And if I was, then she just needs to swallow it and actually listen to my advice." You say to yourself, bumping into a guy for staring at the floor while walking. He apologized to you but without feeling like talking, your usual fake smile appears, which was your sign of I'm leaving, until you see who you bumped to.
Mark. The sweet boy. The good boy.
He looks at you for a second and then looks away as soon as you see his face. He apologizes again and leaves but you couldn't help but to look back and watch him leave. Was he nervous just now? Was he afraid of you?
You have the mark on your head of being a bad girl, but you don't consider your self as one. It was true that sometimes you do as you please and answer back when needed to, also punched some guys when they would go over the line. But all was needed.
You're not a bully, you're just daring and loved challenges. Whether they were dangerously or not.
You continued walking to your next class, but had that guy on your head for the entire period. He got you curious.
What is it about you? What is it about you that drove him crazy no matter what you were doing? He has never gotten the chance to talk to you every since you both started your freshman year in college, he wanted to know how your voice was like. He wanted to know how beautiful was your smile when it was real. But you are hard to approach. And for some reason that was what made him interested in you the most.
You did nothing to be popular, yet, everyone talks about you and tries to talk to you. Mark watches how you roll your eyes when a guy talks to you and you just leave without saying anything, after throwing him a fake smile. But remembered how you did the same to you and hated it. He got to know what type of perfume you use, was that peaches? "When you will stop looking at her like that?" Lucas asks, taking a bite of his sandwich in hand. He eyes how Mark looks at you from afar almost every day whenever you're insight. Having you insight meant losing Mark completely because apparently watching you walk and mind your business was better than anything else. "huh?" Mark looks at Lucas when he realizes he's staring for too long.
"Why don't you go and talk to her?" Winwin suggests for the 30th time, but always seems to be ignored by Mark.
Donghyuk laughed so hard as if it was the best joke he has heard in his entire life. "Are you kidding? You know that she's too careless and daring for our Marky." He sits closer to Mark and throws his arm around his shoulder. "She will scare him away."
"I'm not scared of her, " his eyes were shooting daggers to Donghyuk's direction, making him laugh a bit more but not as loud. But that was a lie. He was afraid of getting rejected like every single boy that has tried to talk to you before. And of course the fact that
He can't keep eye contact with you for more than two seconds, how was he supposed to talk to you without looking stupid.
"You can't lie, your face tells us the truth," Lucas says, focused on every expression Mark had on his face. "but think about it for a little bit. What will you lose? She will ignore you or stop talking to you? No, because she doesn't even know you, yet."
What pisses him the most, was that Lucas was right in every way possible. He had nothing to lose. But could he really do it?
Friday arrives faster than what you were expecting and hopefully, you had no homework. You may be called a bad girl, but you were not the type If person that would forget about your grades because at the end of everything, you need to graduate and have a future. And now that you were free, you decided to finally attend to the usual party that a person you don't know holds every Friday and everyone attends. And also because your friend begged you to go so, why not?
You lift your cup up while you move your body to the rhythm of the music with your friend, not thinking about anything and just enjoying the moment until a certain gets your full attention, someone you forgot about until now, and now you couldn't get him out of your mind and remember how curious you were to know if he was afraid of you or something. You take your cup to your lips and drink all the liquid in it to give it to your friend. "Where are you going? Got a catch?" She jokes, you laugh.
"I'll be right back,"
"Take your time, because I do have a catch, " you roll your eyes and take your leave to the direction of the sweet scared boy. But when you look at where he was, you see him going upstairs, maybe to the bathroom or something. So you follow him upstairs. He gets inside the bathroom and you wait in front of the bathroom door, not really knowing what you will ask him for sure. As soon as he gets out of the bathroom and locks eyes with you, for a reason you feel breathless for a second. You've known about him, but you've never gotten to have the chance of really appreciate how handsome he was compared to everyone around. But that thought disappears when you see his face when he sees you looking straight at him with your arms crossed. He looks away, pretending he did not just jump at the thought of you and starts to walk away. Your hand search his wrist as an impulse since you were here because of him. "Wait, " he had thought about how your voice would be like but this was definitely not what he was thinking. Your voice and your scent said completely different things to what people say about you. If he didn't know that about you he would have thought you were nothing like that.
And then he realizes that your hand was holding him, and nervousness starts to surface. He breathes deeply to calm himself and appear as calm as possible so then he could face you. "I wanted to ask you something, " he could barely articulate a word, not only the alcohol was making him feel a little bit more dizzy, now you were messing with his head by just one touch. He manages to nod and swallows hard by having your eyes on his face.
"Why are you scare of me?"
He blinks fast, trying to digest what you had just said. Scared of you? Scared of what you might do to his heart. Set a timer for it to explode, that's what he was scared of. "I— I'm not..." Swallows hard. "I'm not scared of you." You slowly let go of his hand but continue to examine his face. He seemed nervous, why would he be?
"Are you sure? Then why are you acting like that when you see me? You can just ignore me but you get all nervous. I mean... I don't bite." You place your hands on your hips while he glues himself to the wall of the hall, the light let's you see how he tried to look somewhere else but you. "Or could it be that...—” you decide to step forward to him, thinking about another reason he may get nervous around you. But you had no idea it was going to work.
You get closer and closer, and when you do that he looks at your face with surprise all over his face. Then little by little, his cheeks start to get a little bit red. This was fun. You admit that you're good looking and that a lot of guys always annoy you by asking you out. It is not like you did not want to date, they were just dumb guys that thought you were as stupid as the rest and was falling for every cute word they would say to you just to get you in bed. But this boy was getting fluttered by you being close to him and avoids you maybe because he likes you. "Do you like me?” you got closer, deciding that it was fun to tease him a little.
"I—"
"You do."
"No, nothing like that."
"Why are you blushing?"
"I'm hot, it's hot up here, and—"
"You're saying that if I kiss you right here and right now you will not respond to it? You would hate that?" His eyes went from your eyes to your lips in a few seconds, and that was enough for you to smile a little and back away. "You like me. Okay. That's all I wanted to know. I thought you hated me or we're scared of me which I did not understand because—" you stop talking when you felt his hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him, and soon his lips crashed into yours softly. You did not expect the sweet good boy to kiss you out of nowhere even if you had just tease him. And what you did not expect was that you were going to like it a lot. The way your lips felt against each other gently. The way he hugged your waist when he felt like you were not going to slap him. You felt shivers down your spine by what a great kisser he was. Just as sweet as him.
He lets go of your waist, leaving you completely breathless and wanting more. "You were going to leave without the kiss you offered." He says, giving you one of his innocent little smiles.
"Fuck you, " his smile disappears.
"I'm sorry I did not think ab—" the one to shut up when he was being pulled was you him this time. You pull him to the bathroom next to the two of you and started to kiss him passionately. You did not know what spell that kiss just put on you, but it was a strong one. Because mixed with the alcohol you felt like you had no control over your body. Your lips moved in unison. Your hands were behind his head caressing and from time to time, pulling his hair a little bit, that for his response to that you knew he liked that. You were in control for a couple of minutes, until he lowered his self a little and his hands went behind your legs and lifted you up like you were a feather and positioned you on top of the sink, in the perfect height for him to fit between your legs.
You could feel his member getting harder against you, and there was nothing that could turn you on more than that. How he would progressively get harder and bigger because of your kisses and how your hands going through all his upper body softly. You knew where this was going, and you were not against it. "Do you have a condom?" You say between kisses.
"I'm not fucking you here, baby."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sorry but you deserve more than this." He said, caressing your cheek and admiring your face, making you wonder for how long he has liked you.
"Oh God, who are you?"
"I'm Mark." He answered.
"I know who you are,"
"I don't understand your question then, " you can't help but laugh.
"You said you will not fuck me,"
"If you want it I can give it to you, I just said not here. Because you did something to me down there that only you can solve it." You realize that you were still hugging him with your legs and that you still felt his friend on you. Now it was your time to blush.
"Do I see you blushing? Do you like me?"
"We'll see,"
You had no idea what happened. Out of nowhere, Mark was all you could see after that night. Neither did he. He was confused first by how without him trying, you approached him and ended up liking him like no one else has ever done.
What did you to me, Mark Lee?
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Arranged Marriage.
Chapter Fourteen.
Word Count: 3218
Yuta and I have not spoken a single word to each other since the day I yelled at him and it’s been two weeks now. Living in the same place as taken its toll on us. We avoid being home as much as possible, whenever I’m there, he’s usually not. And when he’s there, I try my best to not be.
He’s given my space and privacy back for the most part, he doesn’t pester around at the end of the day on campus anymore. During the first lesson, he either doesn’t show up or when he does, I sit in the front of the class. His eyes still burn the back of my head but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
Doyoung has left us, well me. The pain was far too much for him to handle and he just couldn’t do it anymore. He tried hard to maintain the friendship with me but it was no use. There were habits we couldn’t break and work past.
He stopped joining us for lunch and at the parking lot. He maintained his friendships with Hendery and Ten, of course, they were friends long before me and I hoped that would always be the case. I’d give up my boys for their friendship.
For some reason though, he didn’t try at all to make a friendship with Lucas outside of me. Hendery and Ten always tried reassuring me that they were too different to be friends, but I knew them far too well to know that they were lying.
Lucas made his own place in our little group because he never intended filling in the place that was left empty. I felt he was more carefree and just more him now that Doyoung was away from us, from me. And that was weird to notice at first but I just ignored it because I’m sure that wasn’t the case.
As for him and I, we were spending more time together, with the boys and alone. We spent most of the afternoons together away in our little hidden location. After the first time, the hand holding became something frequent till it became a habit. And now whenever we were alone, our hands naturally lace together.
The forehead kisses were my favorite but he didn’t do it often as I’d like him too. Ten and Hendery asked me often, I don’t know if they asked him though, if there was something going on between us or if we liked each other.
My answer was always the same, no there is nothing and no there is no feelings.
I don’t know if I was lying or not to be honest. And I don’t know what he thinks either. We just enjoyed being around each other and the chemistry that’s between us. Now if it was just friend wise or more, I don’t know. But with everything going on, I don’t have the time to even consider thinking about feelings.
The forsaken wedding is to take place in three weeks. I’ve done everything in my power to try and stop it but nothing. In the last two weeks, I have met with my parents and the Nakamaoto’s to convince them in some kind of way to not let this happen. To please stop this and find some other way to get what they want with the company.
But nothing. Even now that I wasn’t with Doyoung, they still threatened his future. Everyone’s was still on the line until the day Yuta and I say, “I do.” There was nothing more I could do, it was all useless.
They have everything sorted already, the day, the venue, the guest list, basically and literally everything. The only thing Yuta and I have to do is, choosing our garments and show up. That is literally it. Everything about this stupid wedding was chosen for us, for me.
Which if I really think about it, that’s fine because I want nothing of mine to be put into a wedding I never wanted and know will never mean anything.
Right now, it was a Monday night and I was sitting in the library looking over a dress magazine, to see if any of them sparked an interest for me. Spoiler alert, they didn’t. How was I supposed to find a dress that did anything for me when I didn’t want to marry?
Being so engrossed in the magazine, I didn’t realize the door was being opened till I heard his voice.
“Jesus, you fucking scared me.” Yuta had his hand to his chest. I looked up from the magazine, our gazes meeting. “Eh, sorry I think?”
“I thought I was home alone. Since all the lights were off when I came home an hour ago.” He explained for me scaring him. He had fully walked in and closed the door before taking a seat in one of the bean bag chairs that was across from me.
He was facing me and all I did was stare at him. This is the most we have looked and talked to each other in the two weeks. So it felt weird and uncomfortable.
“I heard you come home but I assumed you knew I was here since my car is here.”
“Usually your car is but you’re not.” Yuta pointed out, looking at the clothes I wore as my pajamas. A large t-shirt and short shorts that basically did nothing and could wear as underwear if I tried hard enough.
“Oh, well here I am.” I gave him the cat smile and went back to the magazine as he started reading his book. I felt his gaze on me whenever I flipped the page and sighed out loud. There was no dress that called my attention. I don’t think there ever will be.
“Yuta, you keep staring at me like that and one day I might just combust.” I told him not looking up from a dress that seemed to be a little fitting for my liking but not enough. He chuckled and closed his book.
“Sorry, it’s just that, you’re looking at dresses.” He started. “It just makes me realize how much closer it is now.” There was a tone in his voice that made me sad, he sounded almost hopeful.
If only he could remember the times we jokingly promised that someday we would get married, married for real, not because someone was forcing us too. Married because there was love there, real love. The love that filled our hearts with nothing but happiness.
“Unfortunately so. I’m sure they kept you up to date with the all the meetings I’ve had with them about stopping this. Of course to no avail, seeing as I’m looking for a stupid dress.” I sighed and closed the magazine, tossing it to the side. I look at that thing any longer and my head will fall off.
“Do you think you could ever accept this?” He wondered getting up from his seat and taking the seat next to me on the couch.
My feet were resting on the side he sat on but instead of pushing them off, he pulled them onto his lap. He didn’t touch me more after that though, just moved his hands to his side.
His question had me thinking about it longer than I liked. I knew I couldn’t, ever. It was torture living like this, fighting, not speaking for weeks, walking on eggshells on everything I did. This isn’t how I wanted to live and he wasn’t who I wanted to make a future with, not anymore.
He hasn’t been for a long time.
The constant reminder of what we had following me around everywhere I went was too much. The pain and misery I’ve had to endure since this stupid thing happened was unbearable, I could feel my sanity escaping me again.
As much as I wanted too, I couldn’t escape the memories. The dreams started again, every night twisting and turning in my sleep, sweat covering my whole being as the years played themselves over and over again like a broken record.
My heart never healed and now I know it never will. For this cut was far too deep for any stitches to ever make a difference.
“No.” I mumbled pulling my legs off and getting up. “I never will.”
Without looking back, I left the library letting him sit there alone with his own thoughts and emotions. I made it to the bottom of the stairs before I heard Yuta running down the hall to catch up to me.
My foot rested on the first step when his hand landed on my shoulder, turning me around to face him. Looking at him now, he looked tried, like he wasn’t getting much sleep these days. His usual silky skin was pale and washed out. His hair wasn’t as fluffy and full of volume like it normally was. It was flat and oily looking.
What I didn’t know was that, while I was suffering in my own silence and drowning in the memories, he was too. The dreams started to become persistent for him as well. He couldn’t understand what the dreams meant, it didn’t make sense for him to be dreaming about me as much as he was.
Everything he saw, felt real as if it had actually happened, like he lived every moment that was presented to him. But of course, with no memory, how could he know it was real? He was confused and felt like he was losing his own mind.
Yuta started to feel like there was a piece of him missing. He couldn’t understand it but he started to feel things he hadn’t in a long time. He felt like he was starting to have feelings for me and he didn’t like that. Because he didn’t want to do that to himself again.
We confessed to each other in the span of our three month relationship, the months he forgot. After the accident and with his memories gone, I thought he wouldn’t remember the feelings he had for me. But he did, but never got the chance to tell me.
I erased myself from his life without warning, without reason, without even a small goodbye. I just stopped being there. I acted as if he didn’t even exist in my life anymore.
He suffered on his own for a long time too. Once he was finally moving past the broken relationship, well the version he knew, he got the biggest blow yet. I started dating Doyoung.
Even if it was after three years, his heart ached to know that he wouldn’t be the one to have me, to hold and love me. In his heart, Yuta believed that it should have been him to have me in all my glory first, not Doyoung. And the fact that he wasn’t my first, hurt his pride and ego. And only fueled the hate he had against Doyoung more.
Completely wrong of course, Yuta was and will always be my first. He just, can’t remember it.
~ Soon he’ll know the truth. ~
Yuta wanted me back, no matter how it happened. Even if it meant having to marry, then so be it. He still wanted the company, that was never a doubt but what he wanted most was me. Even if he didn’t have feelings for me at the beginning of this, he still wanted me.
“Why not? Why can’t you accept this?”
The look in his eyes confused me because they looked so hurt and confused. It was weirdly enough tugging at my heart strings and I don’t like that. I don’t ever want to feel what I did again. I can’t. My heart wasn’t for him anymore.
“For reasons you’ll never understand Yuta. I just can’t.” I explained.
His facial expression changed, leaving behind the look hurt and replacing it with anger. “It’s because of Doyoung, isn’t it? Is that why you can’t accept this? Why you can’t accept me?” He hissed through gritted teeth.
I was taken aback by his sudden outburst that I involuntary backed away from him. Doyoung’s name to be dropped in this conversation, wasn’t was I was expecting.
“This has nothing to do with anyone but myself. I told you, I just can’t. Don’t do this right now.” I calmly told him despite feeling my heart pick up speed.
That only seemed to have pissed him off more. “Is he the reason you left me? Is he the reason you just walked out of my life?” Yuta’s voice started to pick up in volume. He ruffled his hair and stepped away from me for a moment just staring at me.
Then and only then is when I finally understood the hurt I caused him. I broke his heart the way he broke mine, neither of us aware that it had even happened.
“What are you even saying? I didn’t know him-“
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He interrupted me. “You erased me from your life and right after that, you started hanging with him and the other two bozos.”
“Look, I’m not doing this right now. You need to calm down and just I don’t know, sleep or something. You look exhausted Yuta.” I insisted, stepping up the stairs slowly.
Every step I took up, he did too. His eyes became dark and hooded, the anger slowly creeping up on him. Instead of it’s usual fast track attack on his nerves.
I decided to not run but to keep moving away from him, this was becoming too much. We haven’t talked in two weeks and now we were going to end up fighting and arguing again.
By the time I reached my door, he was breathing down on me. I don’t even know how he got right in front of me but here he was. I didn’t dare step into my room, knowing that the next move I took would set him off. So I stayed put staring at his chest while he decided what he wanted to do.
What I didn’t expect was for him to hug me and pull me into him. His body felt overly hot, like he was on fire. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do so I just hugged him back, feeling how his body untensed under my hold. It felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on him.
~ He was. The weight of the memories slowly making their way back to him. ~
“I need you.” Yuta whispered in my hair, his hands going down my back to my lower waist before he cupped my ass. “Jump.”
Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist and my back was against the wall with his face buried in my neck. I tugged at the end of his hair, trying to pull his face away from my neck.
“No marks, please.” I whimpered when he bite into my skin.
“Why not? It wasn’t a problem before. Is there someone that it will bother if there was?” He snapped letting go of me completely. The way he emphasized someone made it clear he was talking about someone specific and I knew exactly who.
Lucas.
This wasn’t a conversation I was ready or willing to have with him, I turned to face my room. He gripped my forearm to stop me, “I wasn’t done.” Whatever he was going through, it was taking its toll on him. It was eating away at him, very slowly.
He pulled me back to him and cupped my face. There was so much going on in his eyes, the emotions swirled around like tornado, none of them stay put for more than a second at a time. He looked so tired, he was so tired.
Yuta took care of me once, so I’ll do it for him once too.
For the first time, I made the move and connected our lips. His response was slow but then he finally reacted the proper way. Pulling him into me by his neck, caught him off guard and we stumbled back into the wall. He laughed into the kiss, “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.” He apologized, resting his forehead on mine.
“Let me take care of you tonight, please.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into his bedroom. He stood in the middle of his room as I pulled the covers of his bed, making it ready for him to crawl into bed. I moved his pillows around, the way I knew he liked them.
“I’m going to take a shower first. I’ll be right back.” He announced, watching me do something he’s felt I’ve done a million times but was sure this was the first time. I hummed nodding my head in response, not looking at him, still doing my thing.
While Yuta stepped out, I just looked around his room. This boy didn’t seem to have changed at all in the years that have passed. His mini bookshelf was filled with the manga’s he liked so much. His desk organized to his liking. Some clothes were scattered around the floor but nothing to messy.
The book on his desk caught my attention, simply because it was one of my favorites. And also, it was my copy that I had left in the library a while ago. I sat in his chair and opened it to where he had last left off.
Wish I hadn’t when a Polaroid of us fell out from in between the pages. Turning the book to face down so he wouldn’t lose his place, I picked up the small rectangle. I had my eyes closed with my hands covering my mouth as Yuta kissed my rosy cheek, a wide and bright smile on his lips.
“Come on, let me take a picture of us!” Yuta whined pulling my arm. I was in a fit of giggles because of him. Picture taking was never really my thing and now that he wanted to take my picture, made me giddy and shy.
“No, I’m shy.” I argued back, trying to pout at him. He squished my cheeks and gave me a peck. “I don’t care, just take one picture with me.” He argued back only causing me to laugh more. He started to just take random pictures of me.
Flash after flash blinded my vision for a moment so I closed my eyes. He took advantage of the moment and took the picture he wanted.
“Yes!” He shouted satisfied with his victory, “I got it. Look, it’s cute.” He shook it a little more and then the picture became clear. “It is cute, I want it.” I said reaching out for it but he took it out of my reach before I was able to get it.
“No, this one is mine. You can have this one.”
Before I could ask which one, his lips meet mine and the click of the camera went off, followed by the flash.
Now that I think about it, I have no idea who kept it or where that picture is. The rest of them were with me, I knew that much.
“You know, I don’t remember taking that picture.”
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prompt via @draymalfoi: Could you please write a friends AU of the scene where Chandler kisses every one after coming from London because he doesn't want to reveal his relationship with Monica!
The One With All the Kissing
Lucas was hanging out with Eliott and the boys, playing video games mindlessly the first time they slipped up. He and Eliott had only been dating a few weeks after pining for years, and none of their friends knew yet. They didn’t want to have to deal with all the questions that would come with the announcement, so they decided to give themselves time to navigate their relationship without outside input for a while.
It was a good idea, in theory, but sometimes they forgot that it was a secret. Lingering looks did more than linger and they had to pass it off as zoning out so often that their friends probably secretly thought there was something wrong with them.
“Fuck,” Eliott whispered to himself, frowning down at his phone from where he sat beside Lucas. They’d been discreetly holding hands, crossing their legs just so to make it impossible for the other boys to see them. Not that they were paying attention anyway.
Lucas furrowed his brows and looked at Eliott. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” Eliott shook his head. “Just a study session I forgot about, which means I’ve gotta run.”
“Booooo…” Basile called from the floor, pausing the game to focus his attention on the conversation. Arthur and Yann nodded in agreement, looking at Eliott with understanding sympathy. Eliott subtly released Lucas’ hand from his grip.
“Yeah,” Eliott agreed, “It sucks, but if I don’t go I’m not passing my exam, so…”
“Well, know that we’ll spend our time crying until you can return,” Arthur reassured him, and Eliott laughed, throwing a pillow at him as he stood up. He made his way around the room to gather up his things before returning to where Lucas was sitting and leaning down.
Before Lucas could register what was happening, their lips were pressed together. It was a great kiss, and he might have enjoyed it if his eyes weren’t frozen wide open in shock, the look reflected on Yann, Arthur, and Basile’s faces. Eliott broke away with a soft, contented look before seeing Lucas’ face. “See you later,” he said, then realized his mistake.
Lucas blinked rapidly and Eliott did the same. He could tell they were both thinking the same thing: fuck.
Eliott recovered more quickly than Lucas expected and he had to do a double take to make sure that what he was seeing was actually happening. After blinking again and rubbing his eyes, he confirmed that it was.
Eliott was bent down over Arthur, pulling his face up to meet his for a brief kiss. After they broke apart, Eliott moved on to Yann, then Basile, giving each of them a kiss. He cleared his throat after straightening up, giving them all a two fingered salute, rushing out the door before any of them could say a word.
Arthur looked a bit dazed, Yann confused, and Basile kept touching his lips as if he wasn’t sure what had just happened. Lucas didn’t know what he looked like, but he could bet it was a mixture of the emotions reflected on his friend’s faces.
Arthur was the first to break the silence. “What the hell was that?”
“Eliott… he just… did he… we…” Basile was stammering, and Lucas might have laughed had he not been paranoid about what everyone might say about the whole thing. He’d have to nip it in the bud before they thought about it too closely.
“Maybe it’s something he picked up when he was travelling,” Lucas suggested with a shrug. Eliott had been away the month before school had started up again, touring various countries in Europe with his parents. It had been at that point that Lucas’ feelings had reached their climax and when Eliott got home they could hardly stay away from one another. Absence did, in fact, make the heart grow fonder, and though Lucas had been upset when Eliott had said he would be away for a month, the month apart had allowed them to reach a conclusion about their feelings for one another and everything had been amazing since then, so Lucas had no reason to complain about it after all.
Yann raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “He travelled around the continent, not to a different planet.”
“Still,” Lucas argued, “We don’t know everything about various European customs. Have you ever even left Paris?”
“I have, as a matter of fact, and no one kissed me randomly,” Yann said with an uptick of one of his eyebrows. Lucas didn’t know what to do but shrug again.
Basile’s eyes widened. “Maybe he has a crush on one of us.”
“Oh, come on Baz,” Arthur laughed, hitting Basile on the upside of his head. “First of all, I think Eliott is straight, and second of all, he’s literally the least subtle person in the world. If he liked someone, especially one of us, we’d know.”
He knew there were other things to be focusing on, but Lucas couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction that had arisen in him. Everyone thought Eliott wore his heart on his sleeve to quite the extreme, and it just wasn’t true. Sure, Eliott did express his emotions in much more visible ways than most people would sometimes, but the deeper part of his love was only visible to the person he had those feelings for. Lucas was just lucky enough that person happened to be him.
Plus, it meant that they’d been surprisingly good at hiding their feelings for one another.
“Why aren’t you freaking out, Lulu?” Yann asked with genuine curiosity. He definitely would have been, if Eliott’s kiss had come from nowhere, and Yann knew him enough to know that.
Lucas blinked a few times to stall as he thought of an excuse. “Because it’s not the first time he’s done that since he got back. That’s why I assumed it was a travelling thing.”
Arthur choked out a cough. “Excuse me?”
“The other day,” Lucas lied, realizing he was digging himself quite the hole, “We hung out and Idriss and Sofiane came over too and he did the same thing when we left.” He should have just pretended to freak out as much as Basile still was.
“He’s not…” Yann trailed off, but Lucas caught where he was going. He bristled unintentionally, but it was Basile who answered.
“Just because he did one little weird thing it doesn’t mean he’s having a manic episode,” Basile stated plainly.
Yann bit his lip, “I didn’t mean—”
“Yes you did, and it’s natural to think that, you can’t imagine the amount of times I thought that when my mom made too much food for dinner or woke up too early it meant she was having an episode, but people with bipolar disorder can still have some quirks without it meaning that something’s not right,” Basile explained, and Yann looked at his hands.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just not that knowledgeable about bipolarity and all that,” Yann apologized, but Basile shook his head. “Like I said, it’s ok, you just have to try to become a bit more knowledgeable, especially when one of your friends is bipolar himself,” Basile suggested gently.
Lucas was and wasn’t surprised that Basile had jumped so readily to Eliott’s defense. Of all of them, he’d been the most receptive when Eliott had told them he was bipolar a few months after they’d met. Lucas, Yann, and Arthur hadn’t even known Basile’s mother was bipolar until then either. The part that did surprise him was that Basile was still so willing to step in and try to educate them when they were either being ignorant or complete dumbasses without realizing it. He probably would have gotten fed up with it after a while. Actually, he knew that he would, because he had to do the same fielding questions and assumptions about his sexuality.
“We can all still agree that was weird though, right?” Arthur clarified, and Lucas was sure to nod along with the others. Thankfully, the subject was dropped, but Lucas knew that he and Eliott would have to be more careful from then on.
***
The second time they slipped up, Lucas and Eliott were taking a bath together. They had the flat to themselves for the night, or so they thought, so they decided to make a romantic evening out of it. Eliott had even brought over some mini battery powered candles and a bottle of sparkling apple juice they could pretend was real champagne.
They’d barely had time to clink their glasses together, giggly love drunk messes that they were, when Lucas heard a door slam. Eliott widened his eyes. “I thought you said no one was home for the night.”
“I thought no one was home for the night!”
“Well what do we do?”
Lucas considered their options. If it was Lisa, they didn’t have to worry about anything, she was so oblivious that she probably wouldn’t even notice if they made all the noise in the world, and if she did, Lucas could convince her he’d just had a one time hookup. Manon might cause more trouble. She wouldn’t barge into the bathroom or anything, but she would definitely notice that Lucas had someone over and definitely question him about it until he gave in. If it was Mika, they were screwed. He had no qualms about barging into the bathroom and would probably want to sit there and talk with Lucas until he was done in the bath, especially if Eliott was there too.
“Kitten! You better be decent!”
Fuck. He and Eliott communicated with a wide eyed gaze before Eliott dove his head under the water, just as Mika walked in. Mika opened his mouth, then closed at as he took in the sight. Lucas was sure it looked quite odd, him sitting in the bath alone surrounded by fake candles and fake champagne. Mika looked at him sympathetically. “Did a grindr date stand you up?”
“What? No!” At least his reaction was genuine, that had most definitely not been the question he’d expected from Mika.
Mika gestured to the scene. “Then…?”
“Can’t a guy treat himself every once and awhile?” Lucas scoffed, realizing that Eliott was still underwater holding his breath. Lucas poked Eliott’s foot with his to make sure that he was still alive down there. Eliott poked him back and he nearly let out a sigh of relief.
Mika nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course, you do you. I guess I just didn’t think that this was… you.”
“I’m trying to get more in touch with my softer side, break down the barriers of toxic masculinity, you know?” He felt Eliott kick him gently and he wondered if it was an accident or if Eliott could hear his bullshit.
Mika was eating it up, though. “Oh, of course. I do things like this all the time. So sorry for interrupting, kitten, I’ll leave you be.”
“Thanks, Mika, you’re the best,” Lucas smiled, hoping it appeared genuine. Mika turned to leave and Eliott had almost raised his head to the surface when Mika turned back around and Lucas not so subtly pushed him back down. He tried to cover it up as if he’d been shifting into a new position in the bathtub.
Mika narrowed his eyes again, but then thankfully decided to ignore Lucas’ weirdness. “I almost forgot, I came in to ask if you wanted anything from the bakery on the corner? Manon will kill me for eating something she hasn’t baked, but their chocolate éclairs are to die for.”
“I’m good, thanks Mika,” he said hurriedly. Eliott was going to kill him if he wasn’t already dead. Mika waved over his shoulder as he finally left, closing the door behind him.
Eliott resurfaced with a loud gasp and Lucas shushed him, earning a look that screamed Really? After I almost drowned for your dumbass? When Lucas heard the door slam again, he slumped against the side of the bath, laughing weakly.
Eliott flicked water onto his face and Lucas scrunched up his nose in outrage. “Seriously!”
“Yes, seriously,” Eliott said, flicking more water, “I just won the world record for breath-holding and you sit there and laugh.”
“You didn’t win a world record, it was like, a minute,” Lucas pointed out, even though it had probably been longer.
Eliott raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? You weren’t scared I died?” His eyes glimmered with mischief and Lucas could feel himself falling more and more in love.
“No way, you suck at holding your breath.”
“Oh, I suck?” Eliott challenged, and before Lucas knew it, his feet were being pulled so he slid closer to Eliott, head falling below the water in the process.
“Dick!” he exclaimed in outrage when he popped his head back up. “Asshole!”
Eliott nodded. “Yup, those are both things you probably saw down there.”
Lucas couldn’t contain the scandalized laugh that bubbled up in his chest. Eliott laughed too, pulling Lucas closer still, more gently this time. “And I believe you’re the one who sucks at holding their breath.”
“I wasn’t even trying, you ass,” Lucas said as he folded his arms around Eliott’s shoulders. Eliott leaned his head in and hummed against Lucas’ mouth. “Even though you suck at that, I’m still going to make a movie about you,” he said. He’d been saying it since they first started dating, coming up with ridiculous fake titles every time Lucas did something embarrassing.
Lucas drew away slightly, smirking. “Oh yeah? What’s it going to be called this time? Lucas Lallemant, boyfriend extraordinaire!”
“No… not catchy enough.” Eliott paused, leaning back in for a small kiss. Lucas happily obliged. “I was thinking The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater.”
Lucas scoffed, splashing Eliott in retaliation. “Fuck. Off,” he said, but he couldn’t stop giggling, melting into Eliott’s arms.
***
The third time, they really should have known better. The foyer was definitely not the most private place, but they generally had a hard time keeping their hands off one another as it was, and the foyer was empty at the time of their arrival.
Lucas had his arms thrown around Eliott’s neck, bodies pressed together so very closely. Eliott’s mouth searched his, and he searched back with even more passion, forgetting where he ended and Eliott began.
The door banged open and they shot apart, looking at the stunned faces of Daphné, Alexia, Arthur, and Imane. Eliott closed his eyes and Lucas could see the moment he came to a decision, realizing exactly what that decision would be the moment before Eliott said, “Well, see you later, then,” and stepped forward, pulling Daphné into an equally passionate kiss. Lucas fixed his hair in the meantime, pretending that this was all normal.
Once he separated from Daphné, he moved on to Alexia, who looked shocked but not entirely opposed to the idea. He supposed he couldn’t fault her for that, Eliott was hot. Daphné looked at Lucas in a daze and Lucas shrugged nonchalantly.
Arthur got another kiss too, but at least he was expecting it this time. He pulled back first, looking at Eliott with a crease between his eyebrows. Eliott turned to where Imane stood right in front of the door. She pointed her finger at him, opening the door. “Don’t even think about it,” she said, and Eliott nodded hurriedly, ducking his head before bolting out the door.
“He’s still doing that?” Arthur asked Lucas, and Lucas nodded.
“He’s done that before?” Imane asked incredulously.
Arthur looked between her and Lucas. “Yeah, once the other day when it was me, Lucas, Baz, and Yann, and then another time before that with—” he cut off when he saw Lucas’ look of warning. The last thing he wanted was for Imane to learn that he’d lied about Eliott kissing Sofiane and Idriss.
Imane narrowed her eyes and Lucas jumped in. “With Mika, Lisa, and I.”
“I can’t believe Eliott Demaury just kissed me,” Daphné said, touching her lips gently. Alexia laughed at Daphné’s reaction. “I wouldn’t get used to it,” she said sorrowfully, placing a hand on Daphné’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mind it,” Arthur said casually. Lucas stared at him in alarm. “I mean, the first time was a surprise, but kissing Eliott isn’t too bad.”
“Join us on the dark side,” Alexia pleaded, gesturing between herself and Lucas. Arthur shrugged again, licking his bottom lip absently. Dear god, the last thing Lucas needed was for Arthur to develop a crush on his boyfriend. Of course, if anyone was to trigger Arthur’s sexual awakening, it had to be Eliott.
Lucas put his face in his hands, wondering what exactly he’d done to deserve this sort of karmic revenge.
***
All the boys and girls were hanging out at the colloc and Eliott and Lucas were sitting a few feet apart, mostly for their own sanity. Lucas briefly wondered if Eliott was going to kiss every one of them before he left that night.
Basile cleared his throat during a lull in conversation and placed a hand on Eliott’s knee. Eliott startled slightly and gave Basile his attention, eyebrows cinching in confusion. “Listen, bro, we gotta talk.”
“Oh?” Eliott asked, looking briefly at Lucas, who shrugged.
“You can’t keep kissing everyone when you leave the room. It’s getting weird,” Basile said seriously, and Lucas choked on his drink.
Eliott’s eyes widened in discomfort. “I’m sorry?”
“No, it’s fine, man, really, we get that you probably picked it up from somewhere you travelled to over the summer, but we don’t do that here. Save the kissing for whenever you get a girlfriend.” Basile patted Eliott’s knee once, and Lucas almost laughed at how extremely uncomfortable he looked.
“Or boyfriend,” Arthur suggested, winking, and making Eliott look even more confused and uncomfortable. Lucas tipped his head back, trying to hold in a sigh of exasperation. How did he get himself in these sorts of situations? Really?
“I won’t lie, I didn’t hate it,” Alexia added, “But yeah, you should stop.”
“It’s just a weird thing to do,” Yann explained.
“Really weird,” Lucas found himself saying, earning a bemused glance from Eliott. Shut up, asshole, he told him with his eyes, I’m doing this for our benefit. Then again, maybe it would be easier to just come clean with their relationship, but when had either of them ever gone about things in an easy way?
“Ok,” Eliott said warily, “I’ll, uh, stop.”
Yann clapped his hands once. “Now that that’s cleared up, who wants more beer?” he asked, forcing a bright smile. Emma and Manon, the only ones who hadn’t been privy to all the kissing, still looked slightly confused, but they were, thankfully, willing to drop the conversation.
“I can grab them,” Eliott said, standing up. Everyone looked at him in alarm, and he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to kiss any of you, but I could use a hand. Lucas?”
Lucas hopped up immediately and joined him, following about two paces behind. Fortunately, no one found it odd and they resumed their conversations. Once alone in the kitchen, Eliott doubled over laughing. Lucas smacked his arm. “Eliott! Shh! They’ll hear you!”
“Do I even care anymore?” Eliott asked between gasps of laughter. “They already think I’m weird.”
“You are weird.”
“Ha ha.”
“Are you serious, though?” Lucas asked. “Do you think we should tell them?”
Eliott shrugged, pulling Lucas in by the waist from where he’d leaned against the counter after his laugh attack. “It’s up to you.”
Lucas raised himself up on his toes and kissed Eliott hungrily, hands running through Eliott’s tangled, perfect hair. Eliott cupped his hands around Lucas’ face like he always did, and Lucas smiled into the kiss, teeth clanging clumsily. He pulled away slightly, eyes heavy as he turned his gaze up to Eliott. “I don’t care if they know.”
Eliott’s eyes softened, then widened in surprise as he looked up slightly. He pushed Lucas away a bit abruptly and coughed into his hand. “I think they already do?”
“What?” Lucas asked, then turned to see what Eliott was looking at.
All of their friends were standing in the entrance to the kitchen, looking not at all upset that they’d been caught. Imane held out her hand to Yann, who grudgingly handed her some money. Lucas didn’t catch how much, but it was enough to make him scoff. “Really?”
Imane shrugged. “You guys were asking for it.”
“To be fair, I totally thought it was some weird cultural thing,” Basile chimed in needlessly.
“But how— why did you—” Lucas stammered.
“Manon pointed out that she’s been all over Europe and no one goes around randomly kissing people, and Imane pointed out the common denominator of all the kissing occurrences,” Alexia explained, gesturing to Lucas.
Lucas crossed his arms. “So you decided to spy on us?”
The eight of them looked back and forth between one another, then nodded. Eliott laughed softly behind Lucas, and Lucas glowered at him. “It’s not funny.”
“It is,” Eliott said, pulling Lucas back by his hips and folding his arms around Lucas’ stomach now that he could do so in front of everyone. He dropped his chin onto Lucas’ shoulder and Lucas instinctively leaned his head on top.
“Ugh,” Emma said, “If we’d have known you two would be this gross we would have let it be.”
“Seriously? We’re not even doing anything!” Lucas exclaimed incredulously.
Alexia squinted. “No, but you do look sickeningly in love which is, frankly, an affront to the rest of us.”
“Yeah, I thought we had something, man,” Arthur smirked, and Lucas couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. Eliott ignored him and kissed Lucas’ cheek. “Sorry not sorry,” he said, and Lucas could hear the mischievous smile in his voice.
“You’re still weird,” Imane called over her shoulder as she turned to leave the room now that the show was over. Everyone followed behind her, but Eliott and Lucas stayed together a moment longer.
“She’s right, you know,” Lucas said, turning around and pressing a hand to Eliott’s chest. Eliott laughed, eyes sparkling. “So I’ve been told. Can I show you one of the other weird things I picked up in Europe?”
Lucas nodded and suddenly Eliott was picking him up by his thighs, wrapping Lucas’ legs around his waist. Their heads were now at an even plane, so they could kiss without Eliott having to bend down or Lucas having to stand on his toes. “You picked this up in Europe?”
“Mhmm,” Eliott said, leaning closer so their noses brushed together, “We’re in Europe, I just picked you up. And you’re weird.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“That too.”
“Kiss me.”
Lucas was more than happy to oblige.
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Prince Charming is Not my Type
Chapter One- Sweetheart
Tuesday- January 2, 20XX.
Nova Hazel Marquez
I stood by my locker, taking out my math book, with my two best friends at my side. Marley, the school hipi, to my left and Luca, the school's star quarterback, to my right. We are a 'strange bunch' as everyone says. Me, Nova Hazel Marquez, being the school tomboy. The halls were packed and loud, as it always is every morning. Filled with teens bickering about parties, boy drama, and Prom that's coming up. Conversations floating around about who's going to be there and with whom. The main people on everyone's lips, the three musketeers, as they call themselves... I roll my eyes thinking about Emma, the school mean girl, cheerleader and how she could try and steal the heart of one of our school's musketeers. As she tries to do every year before Prom.
Think of the devils and they may come, the hall grew silent as the schools three bad boys entered the hallway. All students moved to make them a path through the crowded hall. I turned back to my locker; the three musketeers walked down the hall behind me, musketeer number three being Parker Davis. Tall broad shoulder brunette with the lightest blue eyes you could imagine. Number two being Coal Micheals, slim but buff, smiling blondy with brown eyes. Probably the worlds biggest player. And of course number one, mister heart-throb of the school Logan MacKellin. Tan, tall, muscular, black wavy haired, hazel golden eyed hunk who believe it or not doesn't date! All of them wearing their signature black ripped jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. Classic bad boy look.
A gasp came from Marley and I turned to see what shocked her, even though I didn't care nor want to know. What I saw even shocked me. There, in front of the three bad boys, stood a tall dark red haired girl who held a schedule in her hands. Must be new here. By the look on the bad boys' faces, you could tell she wasn't having a pleasant conversation with the three. Coal looked pissed, Logan looked amused and Parker looked shy, strange, that's not like him. You see, Parker and I used to be close, he was once a part of the "strange bunch," then he started to hang with his other friends, the musketeers, more than us, so naturally, I know him pretty well.
At this point, Coal was as red as a tomato and speechless. Logan was holding his knees laughing and trying to catch his breath. And Mr. Shy was looking anywhere, but at the new girl walking away, with a slight blush on his face. All I heard from their conversation was something about "ducklings," strange, why would that piss Mr. Bad Boy off so much, crack the other up and make the last blush?
I shook my head as they began to walk. Saying bye to Luca and Marley, I grabbed my bag and started to head to class. With me being my stupid, clumbsy self, I bumped into someone. OHHHHH!!! That's a muscular stomach and chest! I thought. Without looking up I mumbled sorry and started to walk again, but was stopped dead in my tracks because of two things. One was Coal, he sounded irritated, with a huff he said "Everyones getting in our way today, aren't they?" Damn that sounded bitter. And two, there was a hand around my wrist, stopping me from walking further.
I looked up and saw Logan, the owner of the hand along with the muscular chest and stomach. I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"Yes?" I questioned "Can I walk without you grabbing me?"
"Sorry Nova, you were going to run into Parker if I didn't stop you," he said back.
WOW! WOW! WHAT?
He knows my name? How?
What the fuck? We've like, never talked, ever!
Wow, Mr. Heart throb knows my name.
"Awe, sweetheart, don't look so confused and worried. I just don't want you bumping into anyone else, try not to watch your feet so much," he smirked at me.
I looked dumbly at him.
Sweetheart? What?
"Head to class, Nova, you're going to be late," he said with a bright smile.
"Uh, yeah, thanks Logan," it came out as more of a question than an answer.
"No problem, love," he said.
And with that I headed to bio. Parker trailing behind me, him as well, looking confused. Parker catches up to me,"Sweetheart? Love?," he questioned. "You know, I didn't even know he knew my name, and what's up with the pet names?" I asked him. He shrugged, "I'm not sure, I've never heard him use pet names with anyone." Weird. Oh well.
"So... Mr.Shy, you like the new girl," I asked.
He just blushed and shook his head. I chuckle at his childishness and then we walk into Bio. We both sat at the same lab table, but with a space in between us.
"So, how did Logan learn my name?" I asked him.
"I'm not sure, but you do know that we have gone to school with him since primary school, right?" he said.
"We have!?" I questioned, "how did I not notice him tell high school?"
He laughed and shrugged again, "I don't know, Via, you're not the most observant," he said.
"HEY!," I growled then smacked his arm. He just laughed and got his notebook out.
"It is kind of strange though," he said.
"What?," I asked.
"That he knows your name," he answered.
"How?," I mumbled confused.
"Well, you see he doesn't learn the names of the girls in this town, or at all, actually," he said.
"Why not?" okay, now I'm really confused.
But before I could get an answer, Parker looked towards the door and blushed, completely going silent. When I looked I saw the new girl walking in. Yeah he definitely likes her. The new girl looks around searching for a seat. Goody the only open one is next to Parker! The new girl noticed and headed our way, she sits and turns towards me and in a thick scottish accent ,"Hello, my name is Ricolette Amethyst MacCormack. And you are?" "Do we really have to do the middle name thing?" I asked. ̈"That's a bit too formal for me." She chuckles, "heh, nice. I already like you. So, what's your name?" she asked. "Not into the formal stuff are you," I chuckled, "by the way, I'm Nova Marquez." Ricolette went on to explain why she doesn't like things that are formal, but quited down as the teacher walked in. I noticed Parker not writing and bouncing his leg anxiously. Nervous that the new girl sat next to you,are we? It's okay little Parky, I doubt Ricy will bite. Oh I'm calling her that from now on.
~~~~~
"What's wrong Parky, forgot how to write?" I teased with a big smirk on my face.
Next to me, Ricy began to laugh, quite loudly and then apologized for interrupting class.
"Yeah, we're definitely going to be good friends," she whispered to me. I smiled at that. I really hope, there's no one else at this school other than her and I that is willing to stand up to the Musketeers, so I hope we end up being good friends. It would be fun to torture the bad boys with her.
Before I knew it, we had finished our class work and class had come to an end. I guess it's off to english for me.
.....
Second period seemed to end before it began. And then I had to head to Spanish class. As I walked I had a weird feeling that everyone was watching me, but also like someone was following me.
Oh well.
"Hola Nova," my spanish teacher greeted me as I walked to the door.
"Hola Logan," she said looking past me.
My neck snapped to look behind me, and sure enough Mr. Heartthrob was right behind me, just looking at me.
Since when did Mr. Heartthrob have spanish with me? I thought, deciding it would be fine to say it out loud.
"Since when did you have spanish with me?" obviously not calling him Mr. Heartthrob, don't want to boost his ego, now do we?
"Awe, you break my heart, Nova. We have been in the same spanish classes since freshman year and you're just now noticing me? I'm hurt," he said mocking fake pain, with a hand on his beautiful, muscular chest.
Wow, beautiful, muscular chest? What? I think I need to stop staying up till 1am reading, I think I'm going delusional.
"Oh whatever Mr. Ego," I said to him, walking into the class.
"Awe, now you're walking away from me, you pain me, sweetheart," he said with and obvious smirk playing in his voice.
Again with the pet names? Parker said he doesn't use pet names! Let alone, learn a girl's name.
"What's up with all the pet names, Mr. Bad boy?" I questioned.
"Tsk, tsk, love, don't question me, it might end up bad. And if anything, I should be asking what your infatuation is with calling me Mr. Blank. You got a naughty kink I should know about, pumpkin?" he smirked.
THIS PRICK!!! What the fuck?! Wait, Pumpkin? Another one?
"UGH!!! Fuck you, prick!" I said irritated.
"Anytime, darling," he smirked.
Does he always smirk so much? Is that just his face? God he's irritating, oh but so hot!!! Yeah I definitely need sleep.
I growl in frustration and walk further into the class, past him, taking a random seat in the back of the class, just ready for this class to be over already. To my despise, he walked in and took the seat next to me.
How fucking lovely!!! Note my sarcasm.
I turned to him smirking," Obsessed with me, are you?" I teased.
Might as well piss him off so he stops talking to me.
"Always, pumpkin," he smirks.
Oh he so didn't.
"Isn't there someone else you can go and bug? And not me?" I asked, clearly getting annoyed.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but class has already started, plus I have to get you back for running into me this morning, don't you think it's only fair?" he teased.
"Oh that's so not fair, I didn't see you, I was looking down," I grumbled.
"Yeah, but you still ran into me, love. You really need to stop watching your feet, so much, when you walk," he smiled.
Wow! His smile is mesmerizing! Okay, Nova, stop swooning!
"And what do you suppose I look at instead?" I questioned.
"Well Nova, you could always look at me," he smirked again.
This cocky prick!
"And why would I want to do that?" I said, trying not to chuckle at the look on his face, sadly the surprise was gone quicker than it showed up.
"Because I'm undeniably sexy," he smirked.
"I beg to differ, I'd rather look at Parker," I smirked, knowing I was getting to him. His face flashed with an emotion I couldn't recognize, but it left, again quicker then it showed up.
Strange...
"You pain me, princess," he chuckled.
God, he's just adding to the list of pet names!!!
" I do that a lot, don't I?" I asked.
"Yeah, especially since..." he couldn't finish his sentence because our spanish teacher shushed us and began to speak.
Since what?! What was he going to say! Oh lord help me.
"Hola clase," she said enthusiastically.
"Hola senora Mason," the class mumbled. And of course, I stopped listening after that.
What was he going to say? What the hell? Have I changed? Wait he didn't even know me before today. God I'm confused.
When senora Mason asked what the date was, in spanish I heard Logan grown next to me.
Don't like spanish, do we Mr. Heartthrob?
I bumped Logan. "Don't really like spanish?" I asked and the class answers senora Mason, saying "Es la dos de enero."
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that it's annoying to learn things you already know," he whispered to me.
"Already know?"
"Yeah, I'm fluent in spanish, took this class for credit," he chuckles.
WHAT THE HELL?! Mr. Heartthrob is hot and smart?! Score!!! Okay, stop that, Nova, stop right now.
"Awe, sweetheart, you're looking confused again," he chuckled.
"Who knew Mr. Heartthrob was smart?" I mumbled under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear.
"Not many people, love," he smirked.
Ahhhhh shit!!!
"Don't tell people I'm smart, and I wont tell people that you called me Mr. Heartthrob," he chuckled.
THIS PRICK!!!
"Ugh, you're irritating!" I growled.
"Deal or no deal?" he asked, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
"Ugh, deal!," I grumbled, taking his hand.
We shook, but he didn't let go of my hand yet. Instead, he looked down at it, looking straight at my thin silver ring with a slight greenish blue design, made to look like leaves.
He began to twirl it around my finger. It always was on my right ring finger. My mother gave it to me for my 15th birthday. Two days before I got in "the accident."
Under the ring sat a scar. It was less than 5cm, but just big enough to notice.
He stopped playing with my ring, looking at the scar that hide under it's thin band.
"Where'd you get that?" he questioned, looking up, staring straight into my eyes.
Oh god, his eyes are beautiful, they are a lovely golden, green. They always shine so bright.
"The ring or the scar?" I asked quietly.
"Both," he smiled, a real smile, not a smirk, but a smile.
"The ring from my mom when I turned 15 and the scar is from an accident two days after," I smiled back.
He hummed in understanding. Playing with my ring a little more, but dropped my hand when we had the worksheet handed to us.
What the hell was that about?
We were both silent the rest of the period, just working on the class work. The bell rang a few minutes after I had finished my work. I got up and began to pack up my stuff.
"So, where are we going?" Logan asked.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Where are we going, sweetheart? I'm going to walk you to your next class," he chuckled.
"Oh, I have a free period next," I laughed.
"Good, I don't want to be lonely. I got free too, where should we go, love?" he smiled, that breathtaking smile.
"You want to hang out with me?" I said confused.
"Of course I do, Via," he said flirtatiously.
Strange, only Parker calls me that.
"Hmmm, I guess we could go get food or something. I'm starving, I didn't eat breakfast today," I chuckled.
"Food it is!!!" he exclaimed happily, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the parking lot towards a beautiful dark blue, 1975 stepside chevy.
I was too busy gawking at his truck to realize he'd got in.
"Are you coming, sweetheart, or are you just going to keep drooling over my beautiful truck?" he smirked.
I glared at him and got in the passenger's seat.
"You like Baby?" he asked.
"I'm guessing Baby is your truck, so yes," I smiled.
He chuckled and started the truck.
We didn't drive too far, just down the street to Mary's Drive and Dine. It's a popular place for us high school students to hang out at during lunch, free periods and after school. We also have after parties here after football games.
I honestly, rarely go here. I just don't enjoy how crowded it gets. It makes me uncomfortable, but because it was during the free period, the diner was pretty much empty.
I smiled when I realized it wasn't crowded.
Thank gosh!
"Smiling causes you to be happy to be alone with me?" Logan smirked.
"Technically, we're not alone, there's the cooks, the cashier, the waitresses and that couple in the back," I smirked back.
"Is that so, sweetheart? We can always go back to my place to be alone," he said, more serious than I was comfortable with.
"I'm going to regret going with you, aren't I?" I mumbled under my breath and shook my head, causing him to chuckle.
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Memories (4-?)
Parings: steve Harrington x reader, Jim hopper x daughter! reader, nancy wheeler x platonic! reader, Jonathon Byers x platonic! reader. (Future Billy Hargrove x platonic!reader)
Masterlist
Prompt list
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tags: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah
warnings: bad writing, all over the place, Russians, language, going off canon.
(y/n): your name
(y/n/n): your nickname
(y/h/c): your hair color
(y/e/c): your eye color
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(Y/N) was a smart girl, she picked up Russian in a matter of weeks, learned how to act sick to get more food, and was able to escape through a crappy planned ventilation system. Although it sounded easy, there was a trick; sneak out of the cell, take out one of the guards, take their uniform, act like one of them, and learn what the hell that scream was from. Of course with her luck, the base she was located at was in the mountains, fuck.
As she walked quickly across the halls trying to look through any and all cells to find out who or what that scream was from. She was hoping with every fibre in her body it was just another cellmate and not what she dealt with in the past two years. She came across a giant cell with high ceilings and electric bars she saw it, that grey slimy beast with countless rows of teeth that caused her to have night terrors. That awful creature made by the devil himself to torture Will and Elven. No wonder they were in the mountains... but if this thing was here then that meant that they have a gate open. ‘Shit, h-how could this happen?’ She saw it closed! She has to get out of here. It took her a few months to get enough money for one plane ticket. She has to tell the others. She was too worried about telling her friends and family she forgot that it's been a year since they've seen her.
She has changed a lot since Hawkins, she has seen gruesome things happen to innocent people. When she got on the plane she started to think about her dad ‘has he been okay? is he taking care of El?’ as her mind wondered she thought of Steve ‘did he move on? Did he find someone to take my place? Did he forget about me?’ of course she shouldn't be mad if he did move on, they all thought she was dead, but that didn’t stop the raging fire festering in her.
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At this point in (Y/N)’s life, she is no longer phased by anything out of the ordinary. She fought weird alien-like creatures, almost died, has a sister with superpowers, been captured by Russians, best friends with children, and now sitting in the basement of her best friends house being pelted with questions.
“So you're telling me that the Russians, the big ugly guys, Alexie’s co-workers, took you right as that machine was destroyed?” Hopper being frustrated was an understatement. He was furious, not at his daughter, but the things she had to deal with, with the Russians taking her away. “Yeah, but that's not what we should be worrying about. They have a gate in the mountains in one of their bases. The Demogorgon is back” Steve was pacing around the room not even bothering to look at El, Hopper, or even (y/n).
Steve should be worried that there is another Demogorgon on the planet, but his mind was occupied with the thoughts of ‘has she moved on?’ It was a silly thought. “Steve, I know you love (y/n) and all but now is the time to make a strategy if they come back to Hawkins,” Max said looking at the boy who finally looked up. “How do we know that they'll come back to Hawkins?” Steve said looking at (y/n) with sunken eyes.
“We don't. But we still need to be prepared. While I was there I found that it was very difficult to keep the Demogorgon alive, sure it was below freezing, but it didn't have a strong enough power source there. Only Hawkins does, they've tried opening gates in other areas of America but they didn't work correctly. If I am correct, and I usually am, the gate has a strong magnetic field that can change compasses north as well as demagnetize anything. In that area, there was no demagnetization, nor did the compasses change.” The girl said looking at Dustin, Lucas, Mike, El, and Will. Ignoring the looks from Steve, she saw his date that night, she was pretty; completely different from herself. She was jealous but now is not the time.
“You have dealt with this before, is there any way that the Demogorgon can feed off of electricity or anything that's not meat?” she said as the five kids looked at each other. “I'm not sure... it could be possible. In the upsidedown, there weren't any animals at all, but then again it's interdimensional. But there was some power, the lights would flicker but that's it.” Joyce said as Hopper sighed.
“Whatever it is, I'm not having you go back out there and fight it.” He pointed a finger at his eldest. “Dad it was one year. I survived one year without supervision also have you forgotten that we fought a literal meat monster that would not fucking die!” She glared at her father.
“I agree with your dad on this (y/n/n), we already lost you once. I don't want to lose you again.” Steve said pleading with the girl whos looks could kill. “oh really? Well, Steven, apparently you didn’t lose much did you?” It was wrong to be angry at him, it was stupid. Yet she felt betrayed, did he even try to look for her? Did he even wait to move on?
“What does that mean?” El whispered to Max. The young girl shook her head and mouthed later. The tension in the room was unbearable, side glances from the kids, Joyce and Hopper silently talking amongst themselves.
“If you want to continue this conversation I’d advise it to be private. After all we have worse matters to deal with.” Jim finally broke the awkward silence. It was heart breaking to see Steve’s eyes flash from relief to sadness, and to see (y/n)’s turn from happiness to betrayed. The couple has had fights before, but they were petty fights going from “you are my last ice cream sandwich” to “that’s not how you play the game” but this was much worse. It wasn’t because of some silly popsicle, it was about trust.
“Well if you excuse me, I’m going home to sleep.” She tried to walk away before Mike ran infront of her, blocking her path to the stairs. “You can’t just waltz out of here! People think your dead! And not just the “got lost in the woods” type of dead! It’s been a year with no sign of you coming back until two days ago.” He had a point. This wasn’t like two years ago where they could convince everyone to think Will got lost in the woods for a month.
“I’ll pull my truck around and you can sneak in that way.” Her father said walking past her. “Kids, I think we should leave (y/n/n) and Steve alone so they can catch up.” Those were the first things Robin has said all day. Probably in shock from all of this. She didn’t know (y/n) that well, but she did think of her as a friend.
As everyone was leaving El slipped Steve the ring he gave her a year ago. (y/n) turned to face Steve, unsure what to call him. “So you saw me at the movies” he scratched his neck awkwardly as she stood infront of him with crossed arms. “Sure did.” She said shortly.
“Ya know I-I didn’t stop looking for you until this month, I never forgot you. I mean hell I never stopped loving you.” He sighed as she rolled her eyes trying to hold back tears. “Then why did you move on?” She asked softly. “I didn’t, I never did. She asked me to go to the movies and Dustin kicked me out of his house the minute I told him.” He walked towards her slowly, hopping she won’t move away. “I was lonely Steve, there were times I- where I thought I would die.” She finally broke, sobs pouring out of her lips as he embraced her.
“There wasn’t a day where I didn’t watch your family tapes, I’m pretty sure Hopper is tired of me going to his house for dinner every night and falling asleep watching those videos” he laughed sadly rubbing her back. She laughed at the thought of him passed out on the couch.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at that! It’s pathetic!” He scolded pulling away from her as she looked at him. “Oh so loving me is pathetic now?” She teased, a glint of mischief in her eyes as a smirk played on her lips. “Never.” He smiled at her. They were both close enough where their breaths mingled, one inch closer and they’d be kissing. They were moving closer together about to kiss when El walked in the room.
“Dads ready.” She smiled to herself when she saw the two jump apart as blush spread across their faces.
(Part 5)
#stranger things#robin stranger things#stranger things x reader#steanger things season 2#stranger things season 1#stranger things season 3#steve harrington x reader#dustin and steve#steve harrington#steve harringrove#eleven x mike#eleven x reader#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x joyce byers#nancy wheeler x jonathan byers#nancy wgeeler x reader#jonathan byers x reader#s#memories 4
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[WayV OT7 heavy on the Kunyang] Pt.1
Yangyang is upset. They were all busy with promotions and no one had paid any attention to him in such a long time...and when they finally get a day off and he thinks he’ll finally get some love from his members, especially Kun, he is informed by the older that he was taking Xiaojun on a date “something special just for the two of them”
“Can’t i go with you?” Yangyang’s voice is so uncharacteristically small, kun feels bad for him.
“I’m sorry, baby...next time we have a day off i’ll take you, okay?”
“But you pr...”
“Yangie, Xiaojun has been so good he deserves a reward...do you understand?” Yangyang gives a shaky nod and heads to his bedroom in silence.
“And try not to be a brat while we’re out, okay?”
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“Yangie...are you hungry?” Hendery peeked his head into Yangyang and Xiaojun’s bedroom.
“No”
“Are you sure? You haven’t had anything to...hey, what’s wrong?” Hendery notices Yangyang’s puffy, red-rimmed eyes.
“Do you think i’m bad? Is that why Kun doesn’t love me anymore? Why no one loves me anymore?” Fat tears roll down Yangyang’s eyes and Hendery feels as if someone had punched him in the stomach.
“What?? Yangie, you’re so good...what are you talking about?” Hendery runs to Yangyang, holding him in his arms.
“Kun promised he would spend time with me once we got a day off but he took Dejun out on a date instead...and he never pays attention to me anymore, he’s always with Xiaojun and just sends me away. And it’s not just him...i feel like you’re all getting annoyed with me lately...”
“No...Yangie, look at me...you are our baby, we all love you so much...” Hendery’s heart feels heavy as he lifts yangyang into his lap. He just couldn’t handle seeing the boy so upset “You could never annoy us, we love your little antics, your propensity for mischief...and so does Kun, i promise you.”
Yangyang can’t help the broken sobs escaping his throat and Hendery doesn’t know what else to do but yell for Ten to come to the bedroom.
“You better have a fucking good reason to be yelling...” Ten’s words die in his throat as he notices the scene in front of him “Yangie, what’s wrong? Hendery, what happened?”
Hendery quickly explains what happened, taking little pauses to give Yangyang small, comforting kisses. Ten starts running one hand through Yangyang’s hair, the other drawing calming circles on his thigh.
“Come here, baby...” Ten pats his lap and starts pulling yangyang onto it “Hen, go call the others please...”
“Maybe if i was good like Dejunie...” Ten doesn’t let him finish his sentence, interrupting him with a kiss to the lips, his hands caressing his cheeks “But you are good...our sweet baby, i’m sorry we made you feel like we didn’t love you...”
The door the bedroom opens with a loud bang as Lucas and Sicheng run inside, Lucas tripping on his own feet in his hurry to get to the bed where Ten cradled a sniffling Yangyang. Ten hands Yangyang to Lucas, making sure to keep touching him in some way.
“We’re here...shh, don’t cry, Yangie...we’re here and we love you...” Sicheng whispered in Yangyang’s ear. “We love you, I love you...so much, please believe us” he was not used to sharing his feelings like that so he expected to have a hard time letting the words out of his mouth. but he didn’t. It surprised him how easily i love you’s rolled out of his tongue so he just kept repeating them, over and over again.
“Yangie, I brought some food! I know you said you weren’t hungry but, please, eat something...can you do that for us?” Yangyang looks up to the door to see Hendery walking in with a tray of food and nods as a quiet “okay” leaves his lips.
“Good boy...so good for us, aren’t you?” Yangyang’s cheeks go bright red and he tries to hide his face in Lucas’s chest, the older enveloping him in a tight hug and kissing the top of his head. He looks back up when he feels someone tap his arm gently and sees Ten holding some food at the end of a pair of chopsticks. Yangyang shyly opens his mouth and lets Ten feed him, causing everyone in the room to coo and feed him too.
They spend some time like this, Yangyang comfortably perched on Lucas’s lap, leaning agains his chest, getting fed by the other members. At some point Ten gets up to fetch some water from the kitchen, praises falling out of his lips everytime his baby Yangie takes a sip. He was feeling warm and safe with them and started to believe that maybe...maybe they did love him, maybe he wasn’t bad.
But he still missed Dejun and Kun. He was scared of saying something and upsetting the others who were treating him so nicely but he needed his Kun. He had no reason to worry because before he could say something Sicheng suggested they call the older “Are you feeling better, sweetheart? Where’s your phone? Let’s call Kun and Dejunie so you can tell them you miss them, okay?”
Yangyang got up to get his phone from the bedside table and sat back down, this time between Sicheng’s open legs, leaning back against his chest when he felt Sicheng’s arms around his waist. He let out a contented sigh when he felt Sicheng’s soft lips on his neck. Still, he called Kun and waited while it rang. And he waited. And he waited. And he waited some more and then...it went to voicemail.
“It’s okay, Yangie...try again!” so he did. This time it only rang a couple of times before the call got rejected. Maybe third time’s the charm, right? It wasn’t. Once again Kun rejected the call. He didn’t have to wait too long until his phone vibrated.
From Kun-ge 💕💕 | 3:32pm
yangie...we talked about this! today is about dejun and you can’t keep interrupting, please don’t be selfish...
Yangyang felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes watering once more, nothing else on his mind other than that word. selfish. selfish. selfish. selfish
He barely registered being turned around and placed in Sicheng’s lap, or the soothing rubs on his back, or the gentle words in his ear. He definitely didn’t notice Ten leaving the bedroom to call Kun himself. All he knew was that he was bad and Kun was tired of him.
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Calling KunKun 😈
Hey...why the hell is everyone calling me today?
Kun...you need to come home...
Why? Is something wrong?
Yangie has been crying since you left this morning...
Ugh he’s overreacting...I told him I would spend time with him next time we had a day off!
Yeah...you also promised him that same thing weeks ago, did you forget?
What? When did - oh no, oh no, oh no...shit, I completely forgot
Yeah...and we’ve all been ignoring him and he’s feeling like we don’t love him anymore. He was starting to feel better but your text really upset him...
Shit...I said he was being selfish and to stop interrupting our date...
Bit of an asshole move if you ask me...get your ass back home...quickly!
I’m on my way
Call ended 01:04
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Ten goes back to the bedroom where Yangyang is laying down, legs intertwined with Hendery’s and his face pushed against his chest. Hendery’s head is resting on Lucas’s legs and Sicheng is sitting behind Yangyang, petting his sides. Ten takes a moment to soak in the loving scene in front of him before joining them on the bed.
“Yangie baby, Kun is coming back home...”
“Is he mad at me?” Yangyang stares at Ten, with teary eyes and pouty lips.
“No baby boy, he isn’t...he’s mad at himself for hurting you...come here” Ten, once again, pulls Yangyang into his lap so the boy is straddling him. “I’m mad at myself too...making you feel ignored...” he leans down to kiss Yangyang. The kiss is slow and gentle, almost as an apology and Yangyang melts into it.
“I want some yangie cuddles too!” Hendery whines and pulls Yangyang away from Ten and kisses him too, much more hungrily and desperately than Ten.
“Not fair...you cuddled with him the most!” Yangyang lets out a small gasp as Lucas pulls him away from the other two and lays him down, settling on top of him. Lucas stops for a second to stare into Yangyang’s eyes with a loving gaze, before leaning down to kiss him too.
Sicheng watched as the two kissed. He really wanted to join but he didn’t want to interrupt the moment between them. Ten seeming to notice Sicheng’s dilemma, started to pull on Lucas’s shirt to get his attention. Lucas looks back at Ten who nods towards Sicheng, before turning towards Hendery and pulling him in for a kiss. Lucas smiles at Sicheng and motions him to join them. He pulls away just enough so Sicheng could lean down to kiss Yangyang softly, one hand on his hip and the other on his hair.
They stay like that for some time, trading kisses between each other, soft praises falling from their lips whenever they kiss Yangyang. Yangie felt so happy and warm and loved. He couldn’t help the small giggles or the rosy cheeks whenever one of the others kissed his nose or told him how pretty he was.
That’s the scene that welcomes Kun and Dejun once they get home. Kun focus his attention on Yangyang, lying on his back, tear tracks still visible on his blushy cheeks but a smile gracing his lips.
“Oh, look who’s home, baby boy...” Ten smiles sweetly at Yangyang as he helps him sit up.
“Yangie, I’m so sorry...I was such an asshole” Kun gets closer to the bed, Dejun following close. He kneels on the floor in front of Yangyang and reaches for his hands, kissing his nuckles.
“W-we got you a gift...” Xiaojun says in a small, sad voice. He lifts his arms to show Yangyang the teddy bear they got him “Can you forgive us?”
Yangyang smiles and nods shyly. “We’re gonna leave and give you guys some alone time” Ten lays a kiss on Yangyang’s lips and gets up from the bed, followed by Lucas and Hendery who each kiss one of Yangyang’s cheeks. Sicheng was last. He brushed some hair out of Yangyang’s forehead before leaving a gentle kiss there, then one on his cheek “I love you, never forget that” he whispered in his ear before finally joining the others and leaving the bedroom.
Yangyang smiled lightly and reached for the bear on Xiaojun’s hands, holding it close to his chest once he had it.
“Do you like it, sweetheart? Dejunie was the one who picked it”
Yangyang reaches out for Xiaojun once more, this time pulling him in for a kiss “I loved it...” he whispers against Xiaojun’s lips, barely parting the kiss before going in for another. Kun just stares lovingly at his two baby boys, now sitting side by side on the bed sharing kiss after kiss as he rubs their thighs. Eventually they break apart and Xiaojun whispers something in Yangyang’s ear, that kun doesn’t quite understand, which makes the younger boy blush before leaving the bedroom too.
“Can you hold me?” Kun feels a pang in his chest at the vulnerable look on Yangyang’s face. He almost trips over himself trying to get up from the floor when Yangie reaches out to him and whispers a simple “I need you”
Kun lies down on his side and pulls Yangyang close to himself, the younger desperately clinging onto him. Yangyang missed this so much, the warm, safe feeling of Kun’s arms around him, the light scratch of Kun’s fingernails on the back of his neck.
“I missed you so much...” Yangyang’s voice cracks and he can feel tears forming in his eyes once again. He had spent the day crying and he was so tired of it but that didn’t stop the tears from flowing.
“I know...I’m so sorry, baby” Kun feels Yangie’s tears wetting his shirt and his trembling figure trying to contain the sobs “Shh, don’t cry...I’m here now. I missed having you in my arms like this, baby boy” he holds Yangyang even tighter, rubbing comforting circles on his back. He leans down to kiss Yangyang’s forehead and the boy finally lets a quiet sob escape. “Shh I got you, I got you...how could I hurt my baby boy this much, huh?” Kun pulls away so he can look Yangyang in the eyes, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
“Am-am I a good boy?”
“Yes, Yangie...you’re such a good boy. You’re my good boy”
“Your good boy?” Yangyang looks up, a faint blush on his cheeks. Kun doesn’t remember the last time Yangyang acted like this, so shy and bashful. He was usually much more feisty and bratty, but always good. Always, always good.
“Yes, my angel...my good boy.” he holds onto Yangyang’s face, making sure Yangie is looking at him “I love you so much that just thinking how much I upset you makes me sick. I know my actions haven’t really been matching the words these past few weeks but I promise I’ll do better” Kun leans down and kisses him, packing all his feelings into it. He kisses him all slow and gentle at first as if Yangyang could break at any moment but soon Yangyang’s hands are on his chest and he is looking at Kun with so much hope and love in his eyes. “Let me show you how much I love you, baby boy...I’m gonna take care of you tonight” he gently pushes Yangyang flat on his back and hovers over him for a moment before leaning down in a desperate, longing-filled kiss.
#kunyang#wayv smut#yangyang#yangyang smut#there actualy isn't any smut here#but there will be in part 2
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Soaring light (elu, chapter 3)
Name: Soaring Light
Fandom: Skam france
Pairing: Lucas Lallemant/Eliott Demaury
Tags: assassin!au, falling in love, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Don’t get attached, do not engage in any physical contact… The list of rules were long, but Lucas had never been the one to follow orders. In fact, he might have broken all of them in just a week, all because of the piercing blue eyes staring at him from the assignment in his hands, and the charming, mysterious boy they belonged to.
Chapter summary: Lucas thinks Eliott forgot all about him and watch Pirates of the Caribbean a few too many times to pass time.
prologue and chapter one&two can be found at the soaring-light tag at my blog, just click on the tag on this post. tumblr don’t wanna show my post in the search tag if I put in links… and on ao3 with the username thetimeisnow)
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Chapter 3.
When Lucas was 19, he met an older man at the bar. The man was dressed in a long, dark coat and a colorful hat and caught his attention in a second, mostly because of the odd choice of clothing.
The man waved Lucas over to his table, introduced himself and asked what he did for a living. Lucas found nothing weird or uncomfortable with the man’s behaviour, and he was also a bit tipsy.
The man told him he had been at the bar across the street, where Lucas worked at back then, a few times and had seen him him work, interact with customers and dealt different situations in a way he found fascinating. Lucas had never seen him before, but he did love compliments.
He had then asked him what he’d do for money, for a stable life. Lucas had, of course, laughed said anything because honestly, that’s how he felt at that point; had a low-pay job he hated and had to move within two months.
That night, Lucas had slipped a pill into an old man’s drink, having no idea what the pill did. A day later, he saw an article online about the strange death of the same man, and another day passed before he got his first contract sent with the post. He had put two and two together immediately.
After that, there was no way out. At first, he’d been terrified at every police car ringing in the distance, and as he receive his first reminder of his next mission, he realised the old man probably had proof he killed the guy at the bar and he had no other choice than to continue.
But as time and missions went by and he realised he wasn’t going to get caught; he grew comfortable. He was one of his boss’ best employees and well respected in their community. It was rare, for such a young age, he’d been told multiple times.
Therefore, Lucas had no idea why he went around, nervous like a man about to be hung (or something, but that reference was all he could think of after watching all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies three times to keep himself occupied) waiting for Eliott to text him.
Which he hadn’t. It had been four days.
He was scared at first, that he’d get in trouble with his boss, but he had been contacted by his right hand, a middle aged, rich woman from the more beautiful parts of Paris, and she told him that his boss understood the Eliott Demuary case was special and could take time. He had gotten an offer to change contract, but he nicely declined.
No one else could touch Eliott, except for him.
Two days after the bar, he had gotten a new follower on instagram. And nearly fell off the bed. He hesitated for around five hours before finally following Eliott back. He watched the video of his face a few (fifty) more times, considered writing him a DM, but then Yann slapped some sense into him and told him he had to pull himself together.
Lucas was sitting in his couch, phone upside down on his right. On his left side, a few pills were laying nicely on a folded paper. The easiest thing would be to find him in an exposed situation like before; at a bar, a club, a restaurant. The pills took between five hours to one day to work, depending on how many he slipped in the drink. They dissolved with first touch of water and didn’t taste anything which made them very easy to slip into whatever Eliott would be drinking.
He would rather not watch him die. Maybe he should lock himself up for a week or two after poisoning him so he didn’t have to see any newspapers when Paris learnt their favorite model was dead. Lucas swallowed thickly. It would be fine.
Then, his phone buzzed. He was lucky no one was there to watch him, because he threw himself over it in an embarrassingly fast speed.
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From: Unknown number
Hey
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Lucas stared at the screen.
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To: Unknown number
Who’s this?
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Did he answer too fast? Maybe it was someone who got his number wrong. Maybe it was not Eliott.
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From: Unknown number
Eliott. You know, the cute one?
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To: Eliott
I’m not sure I know you.
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Eliott could read sarcasm, right? Lucas bit his lower lip nervously.
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From: Eliott
Funny guy ;) sorry it took so long to write. i didn’t know what to say-
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To: Eliott
So you settled with “hey”?
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Was he being rude? No. He was being funny, right? What if Eliott found him incredibly boring and decided he wasn’t worth answering?
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From: Eliott
I’m creative like that. Do you wanna grab coffee with me?
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To: Eliott
I don’t drink coffee. wanna come over for gaming?
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Considering how much he’d been alone at home, playing stupid multiplayer games for a long time now, he had to show off his skills to someone.
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From: Eliott
On the first date? ;) you could’ve just said so x
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To: Eliott
NOT what I meant!!!!! Fine. Coffee!!
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Lucas was blushing. And extremely happy no one was there to see it, or hear the shocked gasp that passed his lips as he realised his mistake.
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From: Eliott
sure ;) two hours?
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Lucas glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 11am now. Okay, that could work, he just had to shower, dry his hair, get it to stick in place, decide what to wear, cry for a bit, decide how he should kill the guy and preferably spend one hour yelling. It could work.
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To: Eliott
okay. where?
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From: Eliott
ill pick you up, be outside ;)
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Lucas wasn’t a fan of the winky face.
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To: Eliott
do you know where i live?
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From: Eliott
haha lucas, be ready in two.
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To: Eliott
you didnt answer, do you know where i live??
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Lucas didn’t get any other answer. Great. Fantastic. He glanced down at the pills next to him. A few images flashed in his head from the guy he’d seen fall down on his knees two months back, his last kill. A middle aged white man who had gotten away with raping his own daughter. It was his ex wife, mother of the girl, who wanted him dead.
Lucas obliged. He didn’t even feel the slightest ounce of regret over kills like that, but he couldn’t understand what Eliott could have done to get a price that high on his head. Sure, Lucas didn’t really know the guy, but he still felt in his soul that Eliott could never be capable of doing anything like that. He had seen evil in the eyes of the men he’s killed, but Eliott’s eyes had no trace of it.
Maybe a rival? Someone who wanted his followers, his money? He surely had to be rich. For a rich person, the amount of money put on his head might not be too much. That was probably the case, Lucas thought, he was just overthinking this.
He hesitated a moment, but then he put one pill in a small plastic bag and put it in his pocket. Just in case he got a good opportunity to slip it into his coffee.
Eliott was just on time. Exactly two hours later, his phone vibrated on the table. Lucas was sitting, newly showered, nervous enough he feared his stomach was going to turn upside down and then he’d puke it out. Disgusting.
He stared down at the text.
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From: Eliott
here
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It was just one word, but he still felt like he was going to throw up. Okay, he could do this. It wasn’t that bad, it would be fine. It would be great. If he just managed to keep his heart inside his chest until he was downstairs, it would all work out. There was no good explanation to why his legs were shaking as he walked down the stairs, nor why he was sweating more than normal.
It was just a coffee. It was nothing. It was fine.
Eliott was standing, leaning back on the hood on, what Lucas assumed, was his car. A black, newer Audi model; just what Lucas expected from him. It looked fresh, and so did Eliott, hair a beautiful mess on top of his head, a black hoodie under a brown-ish jacket. He stood gazing up in the sky, like he was posing for a shot. Lucas stopped behind the door out, just to look at him for amoment extra.
Eliott hadn’t noticed him yet, he was tapping with his foot on the ground and if Lucas didn’t know better he’d say he looked nervous. Lucas swallowed thickly, giving himself a confident nod and opened the door to step out in the warm weather. Eliott looked up; a sweet, big grin spreading across his face and Lucas almost melted into a pile of despair on the ground.
Fuck. This wasn’t good. His stomach made him feel things that he wasn’t supposed to feel. Like, extreme fucking attraction. Pure, strong and annoyingly exciting attraction.
“Hey”, Eliott said softly.
“Hi.” Lucas stood in front of him, hands in his pockets.
“You look great.”
Lucas watched him for a little too long before replying. “Thanks”, he said awkwardly, “you too.”
Eliott just kept grinning as he gestured over to the door behind him. “Hop in.”
Lucas nodded, “so where are we going?”
Eliott fucking winked. “You’ll see.”
They drove in silence. Well, it wasn’t complete silence because Eliott was blasting loud, extremely horrible music. Lucas wasn’t going to say anything, though, everyone liked what they liked, but he was pretty sure his ears were going to start bleeding at any moment.
They left town, driving down an empty road towards where only empty fields would fill his sight for kilometers. He glanced over at the confident man next to him, one hand on the wheel and knee bouncing up at down in rhythm with the music. This was how people got murdered, Lucas thought, which was funny because he was the last person who should be be nervous about getting murdered since he killed people for a living.
Technically, if he brought a knife, he could just stab Eliott right there. No one would notice. If he burnt the body, took the bones and set the car on fire, he’d be good to go.
It would be a waste, though, because Eliott looked hot. Leaning back against his seat, sunglasses on, hair in a mess and singing along to the few words his terrible music was producing; Lucas couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t understand how he went to the same school as this guy and never even saw him, or even knew this walking piece of art breathed the same, sweaty school air.
Eliott glanced at him and Lucas looked away. The beautiful sound of Eliott’s loud laugh filled the air and made his music sound even worse. What was even happening with him, why was he like this? Who was he?
What the hell was he doing to Lucas?
Eliott parked next to what looked like an empty barn, the first building they’d seen for a good fifteen minutes, but it was recently painted in a beautiful red color. Lucas thought he could hear the clinking of glass from inside. Eliott turned off the music and stepped out of the car without a word, and gestured Lucas towards the front of the building.
“What’s this place?”
“The best café in France”, Eliott said proudly.
A few cherry trees were randomly placed on the short side of the building, and outside the barn door, a big, white dog was lying. He lifted his head lazily when he saw them arriving, but made no effort to greet them more than a slow wag of his fluffy tail. Lucas loved dogs. Just the sight of the beautiful white giant made his heart skip a beat.
“That’s Maxie”, Eliott pointed, “he’s supposed to be guarding but he’s not very good at his job.”
“He’s adorable”, Lucas grinned, “hi, buddy.” He ran his fingers through the soft fur. The dog closed his eyes and huffed out a breath. “What breed is this?”
“Slovensky cuvac”, Eliott replied, “or something like that.”
Lucas was sure his eyes were shaped like hearts as he glanced up at Eliott. “Wow. Okay, what does this place got to offer?”
Eliott opened the big wooden door. Lucas threw a last glance around the beautiful landscape, the big, empty fields and the slim dirty road leading up to the bar, before entering.
The inside was just as impressive. Another big, white dog was sleeping under a weirdly placed chair just next to them as they stepped in, and in front of them, what looked like an old stable without horses, showed the way to another door. The walls were filled with old paintings of women in dresses and men in armor and surrounded by beautiful nature, and a few paintings of animals. He recognized racoons, cats, foxes and a few unidentified species, but they were cute either way.
Eliott pointed towards one of them. “I painted them.”
Lucas raised his brows, “really?”
The proud smile on his face told Lucas he was absolutely telling the truth. “Yep!”
“They’re good”, he said, nodding encouraging.
“You think so?” Eliott asked, his voice genuinely surprised.
“Yeah, absolutely!” Lucas agreed because it was the truth. He’d definitely buy one. “Maybe you can make me one.”
Eliott stopped mid step, watching at him closely. Lucas shifted, thinking he said something bad. “What?”
“Hedgehog”, Eliott said and laughed softly, “that’s what I’d make you.”
Lucas raised his brows. “I’m a hedgehog?”
Eliott huffed, “yes. I’ll paint you something and you’ll see. Now, come on!” He grabbed Lucas arm, wrapping his fingers around his wrist and ran down the old stable. Lucas felt like a disney princess, and he was absolutely loving it.
Behind he next door, a small, cute café opened up. With only five tables, Lucas realised this was probably only for the need-to-know-guests, and not just anyone. A third, big white dog of the same breed was lying under one the table, raising his head when they entered. He barked. A deep, loud sound.
To the left the counter was placed, different buns and creations were piled up to show off the different options to eat. Footsteps were heard, and a blonde head looked out through the door leading in to what Lucas guessed was the kitchen.
“Eliott!” the lady exclaimed happily and hurried around the counter to greet them. “It’s good to see you! Didn’t hear you come in, dogs didn’t react!”
“They like me now”, Eliott laughed and hugged her. “Lucas, this is Alison. Alison, this is Lucas.”
The blonde beauty, Alison, grinned at him with white teeth. She reached up and kissed his cheek “Hi! Nice to meet you. Are you the boyfriend?”
Lucas stared at her, stuttering out an embarrassing whiny sound. “Wha- no. No, I’m not- what? No.”
She laughed loudly, holding her hands up in defense. Eliott was grinning too. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. What can I get you?”
“Hot chocolate”, Lucas said dumbfoundedly.
“And two cheesecake, lemon. Please?” Eliott gestured towards the table for two closest to the big window the room. Lucas sat down without another word, which was probably for the best since he was incredibly talented in embarrassing himself.
Eliott filled a glass of water and followed him, sliding down on his chair and resting his face in his hands. God, what an actual angel sent from heaven, Lucas thought, how was he going to kill this guy? Just as the thought passed through his head, Eliott excused himself to the bathroom and left him alone. Lucas stared at the water glass in front of him.
Just slip the pills in. They’ll dissolve, no one will ever know and he’d be dead within 24 hours. Just put the pills in, get the money and forget about Eliott Demaury and his stupid, perfect smile and his soft hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through.
Just slip the pills in the glass.
But Lucas couldn’t. He could only stare, stare for how many minutes it took for Eliott to come back in the room, give a half-hearted greeting and sit down again. Lucas continued to stare at the lost opportunity and did his best to ignore the growing lump in his throat.
“So”, Eliott smiled, bringing his attention back to reality, “tell me about yourself.”
#Yay sorry for the wait#skam france#skam france fanfic#soaring light#elu fanfic#skam france fic#elu#lucas lallemant#eliott demaury
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best friends to lovers!lucas
request: ok ur SO FUNNY when i was reading ur hyunjin scenario i almost pissed my pants istg ur fckin hilarious !! and could you do like a best friends to lovers type trope with lucas from nct? love ur writing and please go nuts my guy <3 <3 - @nctro
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a/n: djfhgkhdj thank u sO MUCH everyone who compliments me on here makes me blush dhbfkhsbdk anywhom I actually enjoyed writing this so much mainly because I love big dumb boys and Lucas is one of those !!!! I hope u like it bby<3
warnings ?: cursing and brief mentions of underage drinking
okie doke babe
l e t s d i v e i n
let’s set the scene fellas
you’re in like the second grade right
boys are: disgusting and mean
but this is when you meet your bestie !!!!!
lucas was a new kid all the way from china and he was , the only boy you’d ever found cute
(i mean y’all have seen those baby pics oh my gOD HE WAS SO CUTE)
and when the teacher introduced him he was obviously a bubbly kid but none of the others in your class seemed to warm up to him
:((((
later when you all are at recess he keeps trying to join the boys but they won’t let him because as previously stated
THEYRE MEAN AND GROSS
he looks so so sad and lonely and you’re a Sweet Baby Girl so you go up to him and ask if he wants to play w/ u :)))
he’s so excited !!!! hooray !!!!!!!!!!
you guys play house and BAM
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
your friendship lasts all through elementary school !!
even in fourth grade when you guys were in different classes he would come find you at recess and your moms would arrange play dates :))))
middle school was,
middle school
we don’t talk abt that
all you need to know is that it was embarrassing
and yeehaw we’ve made it thotties aLL THE WAY TO SENIOR YEAR
let’s do a brief summary of 9th-11th grade
9th grade:
lucas is taller than you but only by a little and his voice breaks every other sentence
his ears are still too big for his body :(
you are a late bloomer and still look 12 but you’re , TRYING YOUR BEST
you guys have about half of your classes together but remain really close since you eat lunch together and hang out after school too
lucas attempts to join the basketball team
he . doesn’t make it and is v upset so you have to come over and comfort your Pitiful Man Baby
he cries a little and ouchie yOUR HEART hurts
but then he’s like u never saw that THOT
and so you are forced into silence rip
10th grade:
lucas FINALLY gets his permit halfway through the year because he fuckinh forgot to do it last year and you’re TERRIFIED but it’s fine
you’re starting to look more like a female and less like a fetus congrats !!!!!
lucas has now grown to almost 6 feet tall what the FUCK BRO
he grew at least 6 inches over the summer and you don’t really notice until one day you’re like uhhh excuse me since when are you half a foot taller than me
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
and this boy LORDS his height over you
purposefully places things where you can’t reach it so he can be like
*tips fedora* m’lady , are u in need of assistance
after this you have perfected the art of pinching his arm til he screeches
also his voice has gotten sooooo so so deep
like okay darth vader CHILL OUT
with all this height though he is even clumsier than before
it’s like he forgets he’s now a giant 15 yr old
he’s always covered in scratches and bruises so you’ve taken to carrying disney princess bandaids
they’re disney princess because you thought it would embarrass him and encourage him not to get hurt but
he loves them so it didn’t work rip
he tries out for the basketball team again and genuinely makes it based on height alone
i mean the boy can barely dribble but ??? he can learn i guess
he calls you when he makes it and screams for 45 seconds straight
you don’t know wtf goin on so you’re like oh mY GOD ARE U OKAY
and he’s like yES BITCH I MADE THE TEAM
and then you scream for 45 seconds
next time you see him in person you tackle him with a hug and he lifts you up and spins you around because wow !!!!! so happy !!!!
11th grade:
ah, yes
the year of PARTYING
you always go to parties together and switch who’s dd each time
eventually more friends start coming with you so that you can both get drunk tho ayy
but for the first couple times it’s either drunk lucas half draped on you as you drag him home or sober lucas carrying your lightweight ass to the car
he’s a real one so he won’t say anything about the time you were really drunk and got separated from him so you stood on a table and screamed his name til he came and snatched you down lmao
lucas has reached full height as well so he’s like, so much bigger than you
also he’s gotten so much better at basketball and is practically the star of the team
you go to every game and cheer as loud as you can bc that’s your BOY
puberty is Complete for you and you look female and everything!!!! go off queen
lucas is now on Protective Mode since you’re really cute and a very agreeable drunk and under no circumstances will he allow you to be taken advantage of
NOT on my watch- lucas
alright we’re gonna make senior year the present timeline bc
YOLO
lucas is officially more popular than you
BUT
he actually sticks around because he’s The Best
okay also this guy just keeps getting larger
like he got all tall but THEN
he was doing basketball so much and just genuinely enjoyed doing sports in general that our boy was thicc with two(2) got damn c’s
you don’t notice that much until he gets into a habit of throwing you over his shoulder whenever you won’t pay attention to him
and it’s , unnerving how easily he does it
he’s started wearing shirts that show off his, eh hem, assets
long story short he’s hot as fuck and even you see him and you’re like DAYUM
also every female in your school is. ALL OVER HIM
it’s hard to walk next to him in the halls because people genuinely shove you out of the way to get next to him
at first you just kind of let it happen and he didn’t notice the first few times
that made u hella emo :(((((
but now he INSISTS upon holding your hand and dragging you behind him through the crowds
you highkey blush the whole time and everyone is all ArE yOu GuYs DaTiNg ?!/&:&:$
lucas is like NO.
:))))
ouchie
you start overthinking things because ??? would it really be so bad to be dating you jeez
you’re not terribly ugly or anything ???
at least you don’t think so
oh my god he thinks you’re ugly and annoying and he hates you
self hatred commence in 3,2,....... someone play the icarly theme song
you lowkey start distancing yourself and he himself is busy busy bee so
you start seeing less of each other :/
and you miss him soooo so much (this is your own doing BITCH) but it doesn’t even seem like he misses you at all wtf
he’s just having a great time w/ his basketball boy(friend)s and everyone loves him and you’ve been hashtag left behind :(
he really didn’t mean to he just !!!! has so much going on aaaa
and like in his absence you start realizing a lot of things
like how much you actually liked his cringey ass flirting
you would always smack him every time he was like “oh sorry, just got lost in ur eyes what did u say :3”
you miss his hugs because they were really rEALLY GOOD
he tucks you under his chin and squishes you or he’ll just wrap his arms around and pick you up
your feet just ???? dangle
you miss when he would show up at your house at like 11 with a bunch of shitty foreign films and force you to watch them with him
you miss when you both would fall asleep in a pile on the couch and he would wake up and carry you to bed
because he’s an angel THATS WHY
anywhom
you miss everything about him and you just are so upset that he doesn’t pay that much attention to you
it gets WORSE when you notice some other girl hanging out with him
and she’s prettier than you and apparently good enough for his attention when you aren’t and you’re just so full of
what’s the word
JEALOUSY.mp3
go listen to jealousy by monsta x
but obviously you’re not going to acknowledge that because what’s a good friends to lovers story without a hearty helping of denial
he still tries to hang out with you so you guys do see each other in class and at least a couple weekends out of the month but :(((
it’s nowhere near how close you were
it all comes to a head when one day you’re walking in the hall and it’s hella crowded
way worse than usual
and in the center of the crowd is
you guessed it :’-)
our boy yukhei
and he just asked this girl to the winter formal and she’s nodding and smiling and hugging him and he’s smiling too and you
gotta go
your eyes are already starting to water and you start skirting around the edges of the crowd to get to a bathroom
one of your other friends jeno who also plays with lucas on the team sees you and smiles and lifts his hand
but it immediately shifts into a frown when he sees your face
he reaches out to grab your wrist and asks if you’re okay and what’s wrong
you just bring your other hand up to sloppily wipe at your watery eyes and whisper that it’s nothing
the hand he’s got in his grasp has started to shake and he looks really worried so he tugs you around the corner until he doesn’t see anyone around
and he turns to look you in the eyes all Serious
“alright. spill”
and you just
BURST INTO TEARS
he panics and hesitantly puts an arm around your shoulders to pat your back
you just press your forehead into his shoulder and cry
it’s a short cry though because although we are dramatic out here we aren’t doing The Absolute Most
you pull away and wipe your eyes and take a few deep breaths before you apologize
jeno smiles sadly and pats your head and says it’s okay and that he hopes it helped
you stand there for 37 seconds exactly in silence
jenos been counting
and then you let the cat out of the bag
you adMIT FINALLY !!!!!
that you are really in love with your bff/sort of ex-bff and you’re really jealous and sad because he doesn’t even CARE about you anymore
at first jeno is quiet but then he starts laughing
and he won’t stop
and you’re like if you keep going i’m going to cry again please i’m so sensitive
and he shuts up immediately and is like o_o
but then he grips you by your shoulders and is like hEY
“guess what”
“god jeno i am really not in the mood”
“no for real guess what the fuck is up”
“what is up ???? what is up you asshole ???”
“yukhei is in love with you too”
you scoff and roll your eyes
“this is a really lame attempt to make me feel better”
“no really i’m not even lying i swear he talks about you all the time in the locker room and he literally thinks you’re an angel”
“okay but its platonic as hell like obviously we love each other after all these years but he doesn’t like ME in the way i like HIM”
“how do you know??”
“how do YOU know ?????”
“,,,,,, you got me there”
you pat his shoulder and you’re like listen i really appreciate you trying to make me feel better but it’s time for me to accept my fate
now you and lucas still text semi regularly and send each other memes and stuff
but you just, cut him off because you physically can’t move on if you interact with him at all you LOVE this boy
he def notices and texts you a few times like
y/n ??? hello? is your phone broken?
but when you stop waving back at him in the hallways and actively avoiding him he realizes you’re not talking to him
and this poor boy cannot for the life of him figure out why
he doesn’t UNDERSTAND
god he’s dumb but we still stan
he figures you want him to leave you alone so he just stares at your forlornly from afar
this just pisses you off bc like wtf nOW YOURE GONNA PAY ATTENTION TO ME ??????
a couple weeks pass and it’s time for winter formal
yay.
you’ve been dragged here by jeno who is SURE that something important is gonna happen tonight and lucas is gonna Fix Everything
yeah OKAY
SURE
you may not want to go but you wouldn’t be caught DEAD not stunting on these hoes
you show up looking absolutely SPICY
QUEEN OF WINTER
you know you had to do it to em
jeno forcefully pulls you into the doors of the gymnasium and then disappears after he threatens you with an
“i told chenle not to let you leave”
and you turn to look at chenle who is SGA and helping with the dance and he gives you an “i’m watching you” hand motion
god this is ridiculous
you sigh and go find some of your other friends
you hate to admit this but. you actually had a little fun
and then of course
a slow song was played
and the dj is all yo everyone find you a honey it’s time to slow it down for a bit
sigh
you go to walk off the dance floor or find jeno or do SOMETHING other than stand around looking awkward surrounded by couples
but someone has snatched your hand up yo wtf
it’s LUCAS
and you just look at him with confusion
“dance with me, please. just this once,,,”
and you’re like hmmm pls don’t make me do this
but he hits you with Them Puppy Dog Eyes and you’re a goner
so you let him pull you close and hold you against his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head
you lift up on your toes so you can talk in his ear
“where’s your date?”
“dancing with her girlfriend”
“um. what”
“she’s not super duper out yet so i’m being her beard for the night. it was mainly to get her parents off her back”
“oh. huh”
“plus i missed you :(((( you disappeared”
your hands tighten in the fabric of his button up bc you’re like aw FUCK
you just shake your head and rest it back on his chest and close your eyes to enjoy it while you can
as much as you want to be convinced that things can go back to the way they were now
they cANNOT because you still love him and he still just thinks of you as a friend
maybe not even a best friend anymore :(
(again,, YOUR FAULT BITCH)
his GIANT warm hands slide across your waist to press you forward by the small of your back
at this point you are pressed together basically head to toe
and you can’t tell for sure but , you think he kissed the top of your head ???
maybe you were freakin hallucinating though since you’re losing oxygen fast due to his close proximity
the song ends and you slowly stop swaying and pull apart while everyone gets back to being wild
“can we.. go talk outside”
this sentence strikes FEAR in your heart but you take his proffered hand as he leads you outside
it’s cold as hell so you’re already wound up tight and wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm
he notices quickly and wraps his jacket around you before turning to face outward towards the road
it’s quiet other than the muffled music from inside and crickets and other night noises
he opens his mouth to say something but you just blurt out
“i like you!!!!”
and he whips around to face you and you just. keep talking
“it’s oKAY i know you don’t like me back like that and i would never be mad at you about that i didn’t distance myself from you bc of that!!!! i just had to because it was hurting me to be around you and see you be with other girls and i really wanted to move on so that we could get back to being best friends if you even wanted that i just !!! IT JUST HAPPENED OKAy i’m sO SORRY AND I ComPLetely understand if you never want to speak to me again”
and he’s just staring at you and panting
why is he out of breath he’s just been standing there
you’re getting super duper nervous because he hasn’t said aNYTHING and it’s been at least a minute
and then he just goes
“you… like .. me ???”
and you’re like ugh YES you dumbass have you even met yourself you’re so cute and sweet and such a goofy boy and you’re way too nice to me and also HOT so like. you were asking for it
and he immediately swings you into his arms and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and buries his face in your shoulder and squeals
this man. SQUEALS
and you giggle because it’s tickling your neck hey stop that
and he’s laughing that loud ass cackle of his so you’re laughing too i mean have y’all heard that shit
GOOFY AS HELL
also he’s hugging you almost just like he used to with your feet dangling off the ground
and he pulls back to set you down but then
HE GRABS YOUR FACE
AND KISSES YOU ??!/&8:$:$:92&
b i t c h
he’s so gentle and is patient when you kind of freeze at first, pulling away and pressing his lips very gently to the corner of your mouth before going Back In
and even though he’s given you NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS you kiss him back because this may be a one time only opportunity and you will NOT be wasting it
he goes very slow and sweet and right before he pulls away he presses a cute lil smooch to your bottom lip and presses his forehead against yours
“what was that for?”
“oh yeah, i forgot to tell you!! i’m in love with you”
“oh hEY me too ??!!?!&/&”
and you’re both pressed together and giggling
“hey, you wanna ditch and go get some ice cream”
“absolutely”
so he lets his date know and you text jeno
(you: bIIIIIIIITTCHHHH jeno: I KNEW IT)
and you’re off
he holds your hand the whole way there and when he parks he spRINTs around the car so he can open it for you
you each get an ice cream cone and sit next to each other at a picnic table and just talk and catch up with each other since you haven’t been talkin :/
one of your hands is laced with his and your head is leaned on his shoulder and he’s like hEY watch it this is my favorite shirt
and he flexes his arm with your head on it and you’re like god dAMN that’s a bicep
and he’s like ayy lmao arent u glad ur dating a greek demi god 🤪🤪
and you smack HIM
“i cant believe you just declared us as dating in the same sentence as calling yourself a greek demigod”
“are we ,,,, not dating”
“i mean personally, i haven’t gotten asked on a date yet. hmmmm, have you? :-)”
and he sighs dramatically before wrapping an arm around your waist and leaving a somewhat sticky kiss on your temple from the ice cream
he leans down to your ear
“hey so there’s this girl and her name is y/n and she’s so beautiful and funny and i love her so much do you think she would go on a date with me ? :3”
“hmmm well i guess so,,, she could give you a chance…..”
you hold a straight face for less than 5 seconds before you get all blushy and smiley and he squeals at you
......again
and grabs your face with his hands since he literally dEVOURED that ice cream cone
he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and then to your lips and says against them,
“please~”
another kiss
“for me?~”
another
“cmon~”
and he goes in for another but you’re like oKAY okay i’ll date you you giant pain in my ass
and he’s like :-(((((((
(DONT BE MEAN TO THE BABY BOY)
and you’re like aw i’m sorry you’re MY giant pain in the butt
he seems pretty satisfied with that and after you finish your ice cream cone he is already at the door waiting with the door open
“if you dARE say m’lady i will walk home”
“of course ,,,,,,,,, m’lady”
“alrIGHT THATS IT”
he grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him to keep you from leaving and presses a kiss to your forehead and ruffles your hair a little
before he kindly and gently shoves you into the car
he drives home with one hand on the wheel while you mess with the fingers of his other hand because wow
that shit is amazing he’s got some big ole beautiful hands
when you arrive he walks you to your door and
this mf presses you against it and presses an absolutely SINFUL kiss onto your lips before turning around and heading back to his car
“bye, baby!! i’ll see u tmrw at school :-)))))”
and first of all: KKDKDNDKDJ
second: he called you baby it’s officially over for you bitch
you wave back blankly because what the hell just happened and then you go inside
you press yourself against the door after you close it behind you and press your hands into your warm cheeks
and woooo bOY what have you gotten yourself into
a supportive and caring boyfriend who LOVES YOU THATS WHAT !!!!!!!!
okay goodbye i really love wong yukhei xuxi lucas whatever the fuck his name is
#huehueheuhuehe#sorry its been a few days I was super busy#I love u ALL#Lucas#wong yukhei#lucas scenarios#lucas fluff#yukhei scenarios#yukhei fluff#nct scenarios#nct scenario#nct fluff#nct u#nct 2018#nct u scenarios#nct 2018 scenarios
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Things you said when you were drunk
hiii omg love ur writing !! can i request a lucas angst to fluff when u feel tension ever since you met but you never knew it meant anything real to him until you kiss him when you’re tipsy ahhh
thank you! i'm sorry it's not my best work, writers block can be a bitch haha. i hope you like it
warnings: drinking, is angst a warning?
friends to lovers: lucas angst & fluff
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"lucaasss~" the word came off as a slur into the phone as you swayed with the wind. Tipsy was a bit of an understatement for your current state, but at least drinking didn't carry the pain your best friend gave you.
-5 hours ago-
Your watched as your phone lit up, almost jumping from your seat to answer the message. You had asked your best friend, Lucas, if he wanted to get food with you. It was the closest you could come to asking him on a date, so you'd have to settle.
Lucas: I'd love to
Lucas: Do you mind if one of my friends tag along with us?
Your heart sank a little reading the messages. Of course you couldn't get the message across that you wanted it to be just the two of you without actually saying that, and asking would be too awkward.
You've wanted to scream at Lucas for being so oblivious to your passes on him, but at the same time, you couldn't flat out say that you really liked him. He had given you every reason to believe that he wasn't capable of returning the feelings. You were okay with settling for admiring him from a distance, as long as he would be happy in the end.
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"y/n? why are you calling, it's almost 1 am." His voice suggested that he had just woken up, it was a sound you couldn't forget, drunk or sober.
"I forgot where i parked my car." you stumbled along the busy streets of seoul, more than likely a lot further from the bar you were just at. You hiccuped into the phone, making you let out a sluggish giggle.
Lucas sighed into the phone, "Where are you, I'll come and get you."
-3 hours ago-
"Y/n, this is Olivia, one of my new friends." Lucas introduced. "New friend" always meant something new to Lucas, but it almost always meant a new hookup.
You stared at the girl in front of you almost as if she intimidated you. Putting on the best smile you could, you said, "Nice to meet you." She stared at you with judging eyes and a smile so fake a blind person could tell.
But Lucas sometimes was the biggest idiot, "I think you two will get along well."
Boy was he wrong.
For the rest of the night, you had to sit, watching your best friend flirt with a girl who gave you dirty looks. Watching her giggle at everything he did hurt more than it should have.
You watched as she whispered something into his ear before excusing herself to the restroom. Lucas's eyes followed her body until she was out of sight.
"So what do you think of her?"
What was more important, the truth or your best friend's feelings?
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"Lucasss, you're amazing you know that? Even if you act stupid most of the time." you giggled, clinging to his arm as he walked you back to his car. He was still in his pajamas and he seemed furious at your state.
"Just shut up, y/n. you're drunk."
"drunk in love~" you sang to him, a wide smile on your face as you tilted your head to look at him. He didn't return the smile unlike the other times.
"Whatever, get in the car."
-3 hours earlier-
Apparently the truth wasn't something he wanted to hear.
"What the hell do you mean you don't like her? She's great!" He almost seemed offended by your words.
"If bitchy means great, then yeah, I guess she's amazing." you rolled your eyes at him, slouching in your chair. You wanted to disappear, take back the message you sent him earlier that day.
"You're being childish. You're just jealous I actually found a great person." Really? You were childish? "It's getting late, you should really go home y/n."
His words stung like a knife to the back. A rock sat in your throat as you fought for the right words to say at his sudden seriousness. Was he really asking you to leave after you offered to take him out?
-Now-
You sat in Lucas's car, humming slightly to the soft music in the background. The soft movement of the vehicle felt relaxing in a way, almost enough to put you to sleep.
"Lucass?" your words seemed to slur more than they did earlier. "I love you, like a lot." A lazy smile spread across your lips as you leaned your head against the window. "And today you hurt me a lot."
He could hear the slight pout in your voice and it made his heart sink. Lucas regretted asking for you to leave the moment the words left his lips, and being here with you drunk and upset hurt him even more.
"I love you so much, but you're a big ol idiot and can't see it cause you're stupid. A big stupid idiot." He smiled at your words, his hand reaching over to lay on yours.
"I know."
"But you don't!" You whined, sitting up properly enough to speak to him. The sudden movement made your head spin. "You've never known and you've never cared! If you cared, you wouldn't have told me to leave!"
"Oh really? I don't fucking care?"
"No!" You yelled, looking at him. If you focused hard enough you could see the anger in his eyes from your words. One hand gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles turn white.
Lucas chewed at his lower lip before pulling the car over, turning it off completely. Though there was no one else on the road, he much rather have not been driving while arguing with you. He knew arguments with you could go on forever, both of you were very opinionated and stubborn.
"I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't care! And what about your birthday? I obviously don't care since i was the only person to celebrate it with you! Or all those night i spent up with you knowing damn well i would be tired in the morning but i guess it means nothing since i don't care."
"If you cared you wouldn't make me sit with your stupid one night stands or girlfriends that lasted a week!"
"I only made you meet them because if you're going to be in my life, i'd rather you get along with whoever i'm with! Your my best friend, my-"
"Yeah, your best friend." Without wasting another thought, you unbuckled your seat belt and got out of the car. The mixture of the cold air and alcohol made your vision go black for a few seconds. Your head spun as you stumbled away from his vehicle.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Lucas asked, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. You didn't even notice him leaving the car due to your current state. "I'm taking you home. Now."
"I don't want to! You're being mean!" you sounded like a child throwing a tantrum. Stomping your feet and crossing your arms before wiggling out of his grip.
"y/n, stop this, let me take you home." Lucas's voice was soft now. He held out a hand for you to take, his eyes softer now.
"No! I hate yo-"
Warm lips on yours cut you off. You couldn't seem to think of anything as his hands cupped your face. The kiss was short lived but the seconds dragged on as his lips moved in sync with yours.
Kiss your best friend at 1 am in the middle of the street was something that seemed unbelievable just 5 simple hours ago, but nothing is ever impossible.
The end
[59 things you said ml]
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CS Valentine’s One Shots: Day Two
Prompt: Revenge/Getting Back at an Ex
AO3
“Fuck Neal Gold,” Emma spat into the phone.
“Not that I disagree with you, love, but may I ask why?” Killian tried not to laugh.
Emma Swan had been dating Neal Gold for the better part of two years. Despite the fact that her best friend, Killian Jones, had been adamantly against it from the start. Neal was a spoiled, childish ass and Emma was… Emma.
Killian’s misgivings about Neal hadn’t had anything to do with the fact that he was in love with Emma. Not at first, anyway. As time went by, and he realized how strong his feelings for her were, his hatred for Neal grew and grew. Every time he bailed on her for “guys night” or nagged her for not having dinner ready when he got home from work, Killian’s blood boiled. And he knew about each and every one of those instances because Emma called him every single time.
He tried his best to avoid negativity in his life, but his feelings for Neal were the one exception.
“Just… he sucks. And I hate him.” Her anger dissipated and she was crying. Shit.
“I’m on my way, Swan.” Killian hung up the phone and climbed the three stories between his apartment and Emma’s. Neal had been crashing with her for six months or so, but he did technically still have a place of his own, so Killian was hoping he was gone.
The door opened before he even reached the landing, and there was Emma. Red-faced and teary-eyed, hair in a sloppy bun with pieces falling down all over. He pulled her into a hug and she sobbed against his chest. He slowly backed her into the apartment, not letting go, but knowing she wouldn’t want to be seen if one of the neighbors came up the stairs while she was crying. He gently led her to the couch in the living room, kicking the door shut behind him as they went.
“What happened? Last I heard, you two were…” Killian trailed off, leaving words like blissful, happy, in love left unsaid.
“He cheated. The fucking bastard.” The anger was back now. “Apparently it’s been going on for weeks. Maybe even longer. She’s like, the daughter of some businessman his dad works with. They met through their parents and Neal ‘didn’t have the heart’ to break up with me.” She shook her head. “I hate him.”
Me too, Killian thought to himself. But Killian had hated Neal since they’d gone to high school together. Neal had been an ass then, too, and a bit of a bully. He’d never done anything to Killian himself, but he’d had enough of a reputation that Killian hated him anyway. That Neal had now broken Emma’s heart, after treating her like garbage for most of their relationship anyway, only increased Killian’s strong hatred for the man.
“We should get back at him,” Emma said suddenly, looking directly at Killian for the first time since he’d arrived. “Ruby’s having that party next week. We should go together. He’ll be so mad.”
Ruby Lucas was notorious for having parties that started off classy – 3-course meals, at least three wine options, and occasionally even a waitstaff if she could get the employees from her grandmother’s diner to do it for cheap – and ended up with half the guests passed out on the living room floor. Killian was sure her Valentine’s Day party would be no different. And while he wanted to be there to support Emma, and he’d love to see the look on Neal’s face when they walked in the door together, he also didn’t want to watch Emma and Neal get wine-drunk and rekindle their romance.
“I don’t know, Swan. Maybe give it some time and he’ll—”
“Killian, I am not getting back together with Neal. Not after this. I want him to feel the way I feel right now. And you were going to the party anyway, weren’t you?” Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, but she looked more alive than she had in… probably weeks, Killian realized.
“I wasn’t planning on it, actually,” he admitted. He found himself continuing without thinking. “But if you want me there—”
“Yes! Killian, I do. I mean, I did anyway, but now I positively need you there.” She stood suddenly. She was plotting and pacing. “We’ll show up, holding hands, acting like we’re dating. I bet Neal brings this new bitch, too. I wonder if she knows I exist. Oh man, if she doesn’t… maybe she’ll dump his sorry ass, too. Wouldn’t that just be perfect?” She stopped her laps around the room and looked at Killian expectantly.
“Yep, perfect.” Killian couldn’t help but feel like he’d just signed up for a battle he wasn’t quite ready to fight.
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The night of the party, Killian was still unsure if this was the right move. But Emma looked incredible, wearing a skintight pink dress that she must have purchased post-breakup, because it looked brand spankin’ new.
Oh no, Killian could not think about spanking while out with Emma Swan, pretending to date her. Nope.
He sighed as she grabbed his hand while he knocked on the door. He’d wanted Emma to hold his hand for years, but not as a prank to make someone else jealous…
“Hey you guys! I’m so glad you could make it!” Ruby embraced Emma as soon as she opened the door, and then froze as she noticed their hands, still intertwined. “Oh my God did you guys finally—”
“No, we—”
“Yes!” Emma cut Killian off, squeezing his hand so hard that her nails dug into his flesh. “I know, Neal and I just broke up, but I’ve kind of had a thing for Killian forever. Seemed silly to wait, so here we are!” She held up their linked hands in a victorious motion. Killian forced a smile.
“Ugh, it’s about time!” Ruby hugged the two of them together. “You two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other for like, years.”
Killian turned his head to look at Emma as Ruby released them, allowing them entrance. He caught a blush forming on her cheeks before she shook her head, causing her hair to block his view.
Neal was surprisingly absent, leading Killian to wonder how much longer he’d have to put on the most painful charade of his life. She clutched his hand, sat in his lap, and clung to him like a life raft. After about an hour, Killian started ignoring the pang in his heart. Instead, he squeezed her hip and nuzzled her neck and purposely forgot that this was all an act to make someone jealous. Especially since that someone wasn’t even present to witness any of the over-the-top flirtations going on as Ruby refilled wine glasses over and over again.
Killian generally didn’t get wine drunk, but Ruby just kept bringing him more every time he finished a glass, and soon he was warm from the alcohol and from Emma Swan’s body pressed up against his just so. She was more sober than he was, and sitting up completely straight, mindlessly running a hand through his hair. She turned to look at him, a sparkle in her eye and a small smile on her face. And before he could talk himself out of it, Killian leaned forward to catch her lips in a kiss.
It was quick and chaste, but they may as well have had each other right there on the armchair they shared for the amount of stress he suddenly felt in his chest. There was tension in his shoulders and Emma’s hand had stopped moving. She was staring at him and he couldn’t read her expression—
And then she was kissing him. It was soft and slow, almost lazy. But she was smiling against his lips and his hands were creeping up her back. Her fingers were in his hair again, but where before they had combed, now they tugged. Killian was lost in the moment, in the wine, in Emma Swan kissing him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Neal.
The whole room – every couple who’d been snuggling on a separate piece of furniture, Ruby with her ever-present and seemingly endless bottle of wine, each and every person – stopped their conversation, their movement, everything on the spot. Everyone stared right at the newcomers: Neal and a girl no one had met before. Killian felt his hands curl into fists from beneath Emma’s shirt, and his jaw clenched as Emma’s eyes lost their sparkle and her lips turned downward.
“What I’m doing is none of your business,” Emma said flatly.
The girl Neal had brought was looking around the room in confusion.
“Neal, who is that?”
Oh dear, did the other woman not even know she was the other woman?
Emma seemed to come to the same realization, and a wicked smile formed on her face as she stood from Killian’s lap. He felt cold immediately, and wished she would come back. He found himself unable to move, mesmerized by whatever plan Emma had concocted so quickly.
“I’m his ex. We broke up a week ago. My name is Emma.” She was positively grinning now, no doubt waiting for everything to blow up in Neal’s face, just as she’d wanted from the start. Just as Neal deserved, really.
“Last week? No, Neal and I have been dating for almost three months.” The girl, who still hadn’t been introduced to anyone, shook her head in disbelief.
“Oh wow, he didn’t tell you? Yeah we were together for two years. He practically lived at my place.” Emma was shaking a bit and Killian reached forward to grab her hand. She couldn’t lose her nerve now. She surprised him by squeezing his hand once and then continuing to hold on.
“Tamara, don’t listen to—”
“Um, hi, did you forget that you’re in a room full of people who saw you with Emma at Christmas? And New Year’s? And literally every Tuesday for Trivia Night?” Ruby picked up an empty glass from the coffee table, filled it with wine, and handed it to the girl – Tamara, Neal had called her. “You’re welcome to stay, but he has to go.” She placed a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow at Neal.
For his part, Neal looked completely shocked by the order of events that had occurred since he’d walked in the door. But Ruby would never let an innocent girl get hurt by a liar like Neal if she could help it, so Killian wasn’t remotely surprised. Tamara took the glass of wine and sat in one of the few empty seats left in the room.
“My dad probably won’t like this very much.” She took a sip and stared at Neal for a moment, considering. “If you leave right now, I might not tell him that you lied to me for our entire relationship, and he might not break off his business dealings with your father. Maybe.”
“This is—” Neal stopped himself when Tamara pulled out her phone with her free hand, never once taking her eyes from him. Her finger hovered over the screen, ready to make a call. Neal grumbled a bit, but saw himself out before he could dig himself an even deeper hole.
When he left, the entire party cheered and clapped. Ruby hugged Tamara, who looked like she might cry despite how tough she’d been to Neal’s face. Emma collapsed back on top of Killian’s legs.
“That was… well it was bloody brilliant, Emma.”
“It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to hurt that girl…” She was staring over at Tamara, who was downing her glass of wine while Ruby yammered on about what a loser Neal was.
“She had to find out, else she would have been even more hurt later. Just like you were.” He reached up and gently turned Emma’s face back towards him. She smiled. “Listen, Emma, about before. I was… we were…”
“Did you not like it?” She tilted her head.
“I didn’t say that.”
They stared each other down, a standoff to see who would speak first or move first or just fucking do something already first. In the end, Emma won. She crashed her lips back into Killian’s, her nails scraping his scalp as she tugged at his hair again.
“I’ve wanted to do that for an embarrassingly long time,” she whispered against his shoulder when they finally pulled apart. She adjusted her body so she was curled up against him.
“Me too, Swan. Probably even longer.” He spoke into her hair.
“We could probably do it again sometime.” Her voice was muffled and strained, like she was falling asleep but wanted to get her thoughts out first.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
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Do you have a list of like top 5 tv shows? (Cartoons and anime included)
!!! Yes I do, actually!
I’ve actually thought about doing a YouTube video about this in the past, and while I do want to do list-like videos (and I already have at least one in mind) in the future, I put off doing this one because it actually…depends greatly on where certain shows I currently like are headed because some currently-airing shows would be on this list if they hit their full potential, but who knows if they’ll hit their full potential. Also I always split anime and cartoons into two categories because I always had a hard time picking otherwise xD But I do have some semblance of a list, and I adore talking about this kind of stuff, sooo:
5. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
This spot is kind of a three-way tie between Voltron, Bojack Horseman, and FMAB, all for extremely different reasons. So consider Voltron and Bojack my honorable mentions. But while I believe Bojack’s best is honestly some of the (if not the) best out there, and if Voltron promises through on what they’ve promised it will easily skyrocket up this list, Bojack’s worst is everything I hate about Hollywood and Voltron just has too many holes at the moment. FMAB has the best of both worlds because it has great animation like Voltron, doesn’t have any of Bojack’s bad kind of moments, and doesn’t have many holes in it. (Another honorable mention goes to BNHA, but like Voltron, I just don’t think it has had enough time to develop all the way. Unlike Voltron, it doesn’t really have any holes, but I do have a problem with how strictly it adheres to cheesy super heroes of the past.)
BUT onto FMAB itself. God cmon, its FMAB, do I really need to elaborate why its so great? The characters are compelling, their motivations are powerful and interesting. I could write an essay examining Ed’s character alone, because he has so many interesting motivations and morals that seemingly conflict with his angry disposition, and I don’t even like Ed that much. The story is exciting - there’s basically no filler, and it almost moves too fast at points. I do have problems with the show - as I said, it goes too fast. The only two deaths in the season happen in the first 12-15 episodes of the series, and although I think that’s because the original FMA animated those scenes already, it still fucks with the pacing of this show. Additionally, despite Lust, Gluttony, and Envy all being revealed before, the show introduces a completely new villain - Greed - to introduce the homunculi. And then they kill Lust - the presumed leader of the first three introduced homunculi?? Idk man, the show barrels in a completely different direction way too quickly. But other than that, its a great show. The only reason it isn’t higher is because I’m a biased shit towards other good shows.
4. Teen Titans
Speaking of being a biased shit, idk if it shows or not, but I have a HUGE soft spot for corny kids shows that try to give kids bad laughs and dark/relatable storylines, or rather, have a heart while doing so. Its not so much that I like a balance of comedy and darkness in my shows - although that’s a good thing, I eat pure angst up and I’m all-for pure comedy shows that have the aforementioned heart (ie we bare bears, another good show not on this list) - its just specifically corny pun-ridden teen/tweeny-feeling shows/games that actually have a decent story underneath that get me. (Also my sense of humor aligns much more with shitty teen lingo and puns than modern cartoon humor that’s considered “good”. Like I find Teen Titans 10x funnier than I’ve ever found Steven Universe. I’m a 90s kid at heart even tho I wasn’t alive in the 90s)
But the biggest impact of this show for me was the heart and the plot. The silly moments made me laugh, sometimes iromically and sometimes unironically and sometimes I wasn’t sure how, but it was the story that really gripped me. The first season’s overarching plot for Robin is honestly one of the most compelling things I’ve seen in kids cartoons…period. Its dark, its unique, its a subversion of such a simble and broad trope. Sure it had a nice cheesy ending but Robin actually saves the day through INTELLIGENCE, something he always had. No other Teen Titans ending did that, but I digress.
And god, do not even get me started on Terra’s arc. Just because Robin’s was the most well-structured arc doesn’t mean his was the most emotional. I was fucking distraught after Terra’s season. Those memes weren’t a joke, I legitimately cried right in front of my mom. IT WAS SO OBVIOUS, BUT IN MY BLIND LOVE, I MISSED ALL THE SIGNS… and god, even when she comes back, even when she’s given a happy ending, she manages to make me cry AGAIN. I never, ever thought I could cry over a character like Beast Boy, but she made me do it. I didn’t even cry when Sokka’s girlfriend died, but this really, really got to me. Once for personal attachment, and the second time because…the finale is so good. Literally its Bojack levels of deep, emotional, and realistic, and this was the ending of a fucking kids show. What the fuck. To this day I still get emotional whenever something reminds me of her arc. Which brings me to my next series…
3. Cybersix
Hi so did I mention Cybersix is really good? Because Cybersix is really good. I’m not even done with it but yeah, I love this show. It’s got an amazing art style, great animation, an intriguing story…I have a feeling I’m gonna be really disappointed when it ends because I’ll want to know what happens next so badly. I like the characters, I like the aesthetic, I like the old-timey music that dates this cartoon so wonderfully, I even like the romance between Lucas and Cybersix/Adrian! How’d you make me do that. Oh yeah, because it’s not hard to get me to care about a mutually rewarding relationship that’s gradually built up through a friendship, then an aesthetic attraction, then presumably a relationship but idk yet, where both parties care about one another and their boundaries and have gotten along well since the start. I forgot. (I could nitpick that Lucas doesnt have the same buildup for the relationship as Cybersix [its complicated, basically he’s friends with Cybersix’s alternate persona Adrian but he’s in a relationship with Cybersix, and he doesnt know theyre the same person] but I’m not gonna.) It’s just…a good show man. @ hollywood, reboot THIS you cowards. Stop rebooting shit nobody wanted a new version of and reboot shows that were ended to quickly. Actually dont reboot Cybersix because the only animation studios that would be able to do it any justice are Studio Mir and anime studios, and whoever owns the current copyright to Cybersix would probably be okay using flash for it
2. Digimon Adventure (with a honorable mention to Digimon Tamers)
You can rip my love for the entire Digimon franchise from my cold, dead hands. I’m sincerely surprised any show passed up my love for this show. If/when the currently airing series in Japan gets brought over here, I’ll watch it, even though Digimon has kind of abandoned what made it so great in the first place. But hell, even Fusion was enjoyable - the second arc, from what I remember, was pretty dark and interesting (im still mad they got rid of the two best characters tho) - and the only reason I disliked Data Squad so much is because of Marcus (that and it doesnt have anything else that’s absolutely stunning, in fact from a technical standpoint Marcus is the best thing about the show).
But there’s a reason I put Digimon Adventure here and not the entirety of the Digimon franchise. Digimon Adventure is what started it all. No Digimon season has as much heart in it as the original. Sure the animation improves each season, sure Tamers is probably better story-wise on a technical level, but I dont think any season matches the raw charm of the original. It was so charming, in fact, that what was supposed to be a 13-episode miniseries evolved into a massive franchise that’s still beloved to this day. Hell, there’s still content being released for the 8 Digidestined of this season! It’s right alongside Pokemon, Invader Zim, Hey Arnold, and all these other beloved 90s/early 2000s cartoons that are being revived in recent years, and I think that says a lot.
I wasn’t even alive when Digimon Adventure was airing, but I loved the Digimon games I had played so much that I went out of my way to watch it. And I…loved it. Sad as it may be, it was the greatest TV show I had seen at the time. Growing up in the late 2000s watching only Nickelodeon and CN was not a good period to grow up in, and I never saw Avatar as a kid. By the time the 2010s had rolled around, I had mostly given up on cartoons, and besides, they were all fugly. I still tried to watch some, but just…the humor didn’t grip me, they seemed dumb, and they weren’t pleasant to look at. (Okay the main shows I’m vaguing about are Adventure Time and Regular Show, as well as whatever Nickelodeon was doing but I begrudgingly put up with Nickelodeon for the most part because I preferred Nick and I never knew what else to watch) Then Digimon came around, and hol-y-shit. The characters were like nothing I had ever seen before, the storylines engaging and interesting. Sure it was cheesy, but there was 95% less fart jokes than the average cartoon, a good story, and actually relatable characters that actually go through hardships and actually change for the better!
Digimon Adventure has been and always will be proof to me that no matter what you are, no matter what your show is, you can make a good show out of it. If you get people who care, who can make relatable characters, who can come up with an interesting story, you can make a good show. Digimon Adventure is basically a big long toy commercial, and yet its better than lots of shows that dont even have merchandise - and its also better than a lot of shows that have merchandise now, but weren’t created to sell toys in the first place. I just. Love it a lot.
Also, the reason I specifically chose Digimon Adventure, outside of having a personal attachment to it since it was always my favorite, is because Tamers hecking scared me as a kid and I’ve never gotten over how creepy the last arc is. Like it’s good, but it still scared me.
Honorable mentions: Bojack Horseman, Voltron: Legendary Defender, We Bare Bears, Gravity Falls (thats a big one, it would definitely be on this list if I had 10 spots, and will gladly take the 6th spot if Voltron doesnt follow through or Bojack goes south), Over the Garden Wall, the aforementioned Digimon Tamers ,and Infinity Train might be #2 or at least #3 if it wasnt just a single episode l m a o
1. A tie between Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra
HI SO YEAH if you didnt expect this then you dont know me //BRICKED
Before I explain both, I want to be very clear that I’m not counting them as a single entity. No, I just cant pick between them. They’re two extremely different shows, and I actually agree with people who say ATLA is overall a more-rounded show. Problem is, I watched both during a period of my life where politics and darkness make an extremely interesting show for me (aka the current period of my life) and thus its a very biased and “nostalgic” pick, just like Digimon Adventure. Had I watched these shows when they were airing, I dont know if LOK would even be on this list. Heck Digimon adventure probably wouldnt be on this list since ATLA would’ve held the crown for my favorite show for all those years.
They both have amazing animation and solid writing, but that’s about all they have in common in my eyes - even though they share the same world.
Avatar: The Last Airbender is a kids show. Through and through, its a kids show. That’s not an insult in the slightest though; no, the fact that they can make something so sophisticated and enjoyable that still clearly appeals to children is really a testament to their skills. Many kids shows that try to take on heavier/darker stories feel like completely different shows when they try to do that - shows that arent intended for kids. Voltron and SU are the most notable examples of that, but even LOK has a little bit of that (but in LOK’s case, its the entire show, so I kinda give them a pass lol) Other shows do it okay (Gravity Falls) but really the only show I’ve ever seen match Avatar’s perfect balance of comedy and seriousness is Bojack, which isn’t a kids show so it has an advantage over Avatar.
Avatar’s world is fanciful and larger than life. I’m so sad that I watched Avatar and LOK after my fanfiction days; I would’ve loved to spend nights thinking about a potential Avatar story, complete with my own Avatar and original cast. I could put it before Avatar, after LOK, who knows? but it would’ve been so much fun. Hell I HAVE thought about Avatar stories, but I obviously dont have much thought up on any of my potential ideas.
The pacing of Avatar is golden. How a show wish such good pacing got through Nickelodeon, I dont know, but whatever deal allowed Avatar to go on for three seasons and then end was a once-in-a-life-time deal (as evident by what happened to Korra). Somehow this show came out almost completely perfect, with few or no flaws.
This is the pinnacle of children’s entertainment, in my opinion. This is proof that there’s no excuse for the garbage that makes up 90% of children’s entertainment. The standard doesn’t have to be this, since this is the best, but this show is proof that we need to raise the standard. I wish executives actually gave a shit about quality; if they did, maybe we could get mostly good shows instead of mostly bad shows.
If most shows were half as good as Avatar, the average show would be gorgeously-animated, smartly-written, and really good, even if it had a flaw here and there. If most shows were half as good as Avatar, Steven Universe would be the average instead of a godsend.
If I someday, somehow make a show that’s 2/3rds as good as Avatar, I’ll officially be a good writer. I’d love to make tons of shows just as good as Avatar, but hey, I cant get TOO cocky now lol
Now for The Legend of Korra. Korra has slightly better animation (god i love studio mir) and different but still intriguing worldbuilding. I know a lot of people found the political bs to be annoying, but I actually found it quite intriguing. Avatar did a little bit of exploring moral gray areas and playing with politics, but Korra just goes all-out. I wish the first season’s morality could’ve been a little grayer, but even then, the politics were still interesting. And god, that one scene in the first season finale, the murder-suicide…that’s still a really powerful scene. The entire finale would’ve been super powerful were it not for everything resetting by the end of it, but hey, they basically did the same thing in season 3!
Holy shit though, season 3. An on-screen strangling. Someone exploding themselves to death. And then the finale’s fight. The finale’s fight. The finale of season 3 is one of the most intense things I’ve seen…ever. The atmosphere in that fight is just…so good - combined with the animation and choreography, its just amazing. You can almost feel every hit, you actually feel concern for Korra, you’re legitimately concerned for her life. And you know what? You should’ve been! Because she almost dies, and she has to suffer the consequences of that. The fourth season has a time gap in-between, but even then, she spends episodes trying to fully recover.
In my opinion, the only thing making Korra a kids show is Milo. I’m certain they put him in there because otherwise, it wouldn’t have been allowed to be called a kids show. It’s dark, its intelligent, its beautiful, and it’s going to go right over most kid’s heads. As a kids show it does kind of fail; it just doesn’t really appeal enough to them. Once you’re old enough to understand, say, Naruto or Dragon Ball you should be okay, but ATLA appeals to all ages while Korra really needs a certain maturity in its audience to be understood and to not scare its audience.
They’re just both. so good
(thanks for the ask!!!)
#stormy answers#long post#this took forever to answer but it was w o r t h#i actually have a script for this video now lmao so i could make this video now if i wanted to
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with great power (elu spiderman au)
eliott has been saved by spiderman quite a few times for absolutely no reason. hopeless romantic that he is, eliott accidentally starts falling for spiderman somewhere along the way and doesn’t know what to do about it. obviously, there’s only one solution. he and his good friend lucas should pretend to date to make spiderman jealous. there’s no ulterior motives here, of course, just lucas helping a bro out.
aka eliott’s falling in love with spiderman, lucas is in love with eliott, and lucas is spiderman.
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no.4 “I really wish I knew your name.”
Sometimes the only time Eliott felt free to exist was when he was alone. Solitude suited him, which was ironic given the fact that one of his greatest fears was total isolation. The difference between being alone and being lonely, he supposed, was in the depth of interaction he received. He could feel completely isolated in a room full of people or, alternatively, the least lonely he’d ever felt with just one person by his side, or even with no one there at all.
He was alone at that moment, but it wasn’t the kind of alone he wanted to escape from. That kind of alone made him feel like he was running through a narrow tunnel, trying to get out as the walls closed in around him. This one was more peaceful, like lying in a meadow under the sun, letting the breeze drift across his face.
The peace filled his body as his hand drifted across the pages of his sketchbook, pen clasped tightly into his hand. He was drawing his millionth variation of a raccoon and a hedgehog, this time on the opposite sides of a crumbling Eiffel Tower. There had been real fear in his heart when he’d heard Lucas’ call the other day, and even though he now knew that the call had just been feedback radiating from his own phone, it still left him a bit shaken. He would have been terrified if any of his friends had been in danger, but particularly Lucas. Their friendship had always been different, even from the beginning. Maybe that’s why their friends didn’t find it weird that they were “dating”.
A knock on the door to his flat startled him, and he accidentally dropped his pen, moving hastily to pick it up because drawing pens were way too expensive and he couldn’t afford to lose it. He rushed to the door, seeing Lucas’ face fill the peephole, eyes crossed and tongue sticking out. Shit, that was right, they’d rescheduled their “date” for that day.
He fixed his face into a wide grin and opened the door. “Hello my love.”
Lucas’ face went slack in shock for a brief moment before he blinked and returned to his goofy self. Eliott could almost convince himself he’d imagined the expression. “You know you don’t have to say things like that when we’re alone, right?” Lucas asked with a weak laugh, letting himself in.
“I’m a method actor, L, respect the process won’t you?” he responded teasingly, watching Lucas roll his eyes fondly at the nickname. It was sort of an inside joke of theirs, because they’d realized that even though their names were drastically different they did have one nickname in common. L and El. They were the only ones allowed to call each other that and, even though they’d been doing so for years, the rest of their friends still didn’t totally understand it.
“I’m so sorry Daniel Day-Lewis. Please, continue.” Lucas grinned, cocking his head to one side. Eliott scrunched his nose up as a reaction to Lucas’ example, not because it was a bad one, but because he’d introduced Lucas to the actor, forcing him to watch movie after movie because he admired his skill so much, particularly his devotion to method acting. Honestly, he was surprised Lucas even remembered, he always complained about watching those movies. It was sweet that he’d actually paid attention.
“So what’s the plan?” Eliott asked, changing the subject. If Lucas was startled by the abrupt change, he didn’t show it.
Lucas shrugged. “I thought you said you had a plan?”
Eliott opened his mouth, looking for an answer. That was true, he had told Lucas he’d plan everything. Normally he would have, but he was still reeling a bit from his last encounter and exchange with Spiderman. “I do,” he said slowly.
“And? What is it?” Lucas prompted, and Eliott knew that he could see right through him. He was grateful, though, that Lucas was humoring him, giving him time to think. An idea clicked in Eliott’s head.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, catching Lucas’ disbelieving stare.
“You know, if you forgot, all you have to say—”
“I didn’t forget,” Eliott argued. Even though he didn’t look convinced, Lucas let it go, allowing Eliott to grab his phone and keys before they left. Eliott had left his phone in his bedroom, and when he emerged back into the living room he found Lucas looking at the drawing he’d left open on the table.
Lucas shifted uncomfortably when he saw Eliott had come back. “I told you that I wasn’t there.”
“I know,” Eliott agreed, “But the thought that you might have been scared me.” Lucas’ eyes widened and Eliott worried he’d said something wrong. “Sorry, I should have put that away, it’s not done yet anyway.”
“No, no, I love it,” Lucas said hurriedly. Eliott narrowed his eyes, but Lucas continued, “Can I have it when you’re done?”
Usually Eliott didn’t give away his drawings, but he could never say no to Lucas. He’d actually lost quite a few of his hedgehog and raccoon drawings to Lucas, who claimed that he wanted to save them to sell when Eliott became a famous artist. Eliott knew better, he knew they sat in a box in his dresser, weathered enough that it seemed Lucas took them out to look at them often.
“Of course,” Eliott agreed, and the resulting smile on Lucas’ face more than made up for the fact that he’d be losing another one of his drawings. Now satisfied, Lucas led the way to the door, looking expectantly over his shoulder for Eliott to follow him.
Once they were outside Eliott grabbed onto Lucas’ hand instinctively and Eliott felt Lucas stiffen in surprise at the gesture. Lucas blinked up at him with those big blue eyes of his. “I get that you’re method acting, but this is really unnecessary.”
“Maybe I want to hold your hand. People can do that without it being romantic, you know,” Eliott pointed out, and Lucas blushed.
“I know that,” Lucas mumbled, dropping his gaze to the sidewalk,“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Eliott rolled his eyes and squeezed Lucas’ hand, drawing their eyes back up to meet one another. “May I remind you that you were the one who put all the restrictions on our fake dating scenario? If this makes you uncomfortable, I can stop.”
Eliott started to retract his hand, but Lucas tightened his grip. He smirked and raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Lucas acted like he did nothing of the sort.
“My hands are cold,” Lucas said with a small shrug, and Eliott nodded with faux sympathy, knowing full well Lucas was just looking for an excuse. He didn’t care, he didn’t mind holding hands. It wasn’t like they’d never held hands before, so he didn’t know why this time was any different.
Still hand in hand, Eliott led the way, past the various spaces Lucas might expect to be taken, through the park they’d met for the first time, back when Lucas was thirteen and he was fifteen, both at the age range where idiocy came so easy to them. Eliott had actually been annoyed that day that Idriss had invited his sister and her friends to join them at the park, mostly because they had planned to smoke and there was no way they could do that with a bunch of thirteen year olds. Unfortunately for Idriss, Eliott had left that day with a new best friend, someone he felt like he’d known for his whole life. Of course, he never told Idriss that Lucas was his best friend, but it wasn’t like it wasn’t obvious.
There was a bench in the park that Eliott and Lucas came to when they wanted to have heart to hearts. They’d shared plenty of heart to hearts in bedrooms or drunk in bathrooms at parties or hidden in alcoves at school where no one could bother them, but those were the unofficial heart to hearts. If one of them had something they really needed to talk about, in a more formal sort of way, they came to this bench. It was where Lucas had come out to Eliott, where Eliott had come out to Lucas, where Lucas had explained the situation with his parents and why he had been living in the basement of Manon’s flatshare for months, where Eliott had told Lucas about his diagnosis.
“We’re not going to the bench, are we?” Lucas asked when they got close, a bit of apprehension in his voice.
“No, don’t worry, no secrets tonight,” Eliott reassured him, not registering the way Lucas’ face fell, ever so slightly. They continued on, until Eliott came across the one place he’d told himself he’d never let anyone come near. He hesitated a moment, deciding whether or not he really wanted to show Lucas, then thought fuck it. There was no one in the world he’d rather introduce this part of himself to.
Lucas clung closer to him, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. “You didn’t bring me here to murder me, did you?”
“No. This is my favorite place in the city. The petite ceinture,” Eliott explained, taking out his phone and using it as a flashlight to guide them into the tunnel. Lucas still looked a bit wary, but he allowed himself to be led under the bridge.
“Why am I just hearing about it if it’s your favorite place in the city?” Lucas asked, voice echoing in the darkness.
Eliott shrugged, glancing at the ground. “It’s where I come when I want to be alone. I can think better here, I guess.”
Lucas’ hand slipped from his grip and Eliott looked back up at him, wondering if he’d said something wrong. Lucas had his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to take me somewhere so important to you out of obligation, especially if this is the first I’m even hearing about it and we’ve been friends for three years.”
“Lucas. Are you serious?”
“I’m just saying!” Lucas threw his arms up. “Did you take Lucille here?”
Eliott wrinkled his nose. “No, of course not. You’re the first.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
Lucas turned away from him, looking at the graffiti that lined the tunnel. “Lucille was your girlfriend for two years, Idriss and Sofiane have been your friends since you were kids, I’ve known you as long as the rest of the gang, what qualifies me to see this part of you that you haven’t shared with anyone else?”
“You’re different, L, you know that,” Eliott said with a sigh. Lucas did kind of have a point, though. He’d never even considered taking anyone else here, even when he’d thought that maybe Lucille would be his forever.
“How am I different?” Lucas asked earnestly, but Eliott didn’t really have an answer.
“I don’t know,” he said, “How am I different for you?”
Lucas bit his lip. “Who said you were?”
Eliott shot him an unamused glare. “L.”
“El,” Lucas mocked, plopping himself down against the wall of the tunnel. Eliott took a seat beside him, taking it as a good sign that Lucas didn’t move away. He didn’t know why Lucas was raising such a fuss over the whole thing, he’d just wanted to do something to show Lucas how much their friendship meant to him.
“L,” Eliott repeated, turning his head to face Lucas.
Lucas turned to look at him in return, raising his eyebrows in question. Eliott continued, “If you want to leave, we can.”
Lucas shook his head subtly. “No, I’m sorry. I’m glad you brought me here, really, I just don’t know why I was the lucky soul invited into the secret world of Eliott Demaury.”
“Because you’re the most important person in my life,” Eliott said simply.
Lucas’ head shot back up as he turned to look at Eliott again. “One of,” he said quietly.
“What?” Eliott asked.
“One of,” Lucas repeated, “That's what you said last week. One of the best things in your life.”
“I mean, yeah. Thing-wise. I do really love my art pens, you know,” Eliott explained, and revelled in the way Lucas’ lashes fanned out on his cheeks as he laughed softly.
“But you’re the most important person in my life,” he reiterated, waiting for Lucas to open his eyes. He did, and with the action came a sort of steely determination mixed with a softness they never usually possessed.
Lucas’ face suddenly seemed much closer than it had a moment ago, and Eliott found himself leaning in slightly. His eyelids became heavier, and he noticed Lucas’ were closing as well. They were so close now that the tips of their noses were touching, and Eliott felt himself holding his breath, anticipating something he didn’t even realize he was anticipating. Their noses brushed further and Eliott saw Lucas snap open his eyes.
“More important than Spiderman?” Lucas said with a cough, pulling away and leaning back against the wall. Eliott blinked a few times to clear his head. What had just happened? It almost seemed like they were about to kiss… but no, Lucas must have been teasing him, right?
Eliott settled back against the wall, releasing a breath and forcing a smile, trying to cut any lingering tension. He reached over to ruffle Lucas’ hair. “Of course you’re more important to me than Spiderman. I barely know him, for starters,” he teased.
Lucas melted into a laugh, even though it sounded a bit strained. “Oh thank goodness,” he said, folding his knees up and laying his head down on them.
Eliott had the urge to brush a strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes out of his face but refrained, choosing instead to watch Lucas, taking in all the details. He didn’t know why he refrained, he touched Lucas’ hair all the time, especially to move it from his face. Maybe he didn’t want Lucas to know that he noticed every little thing about him, especially when Lucas probably noticed every little thing about the mystery boy he was so in love with, not Eliott.
“Thank you for taking me here, El,” Lucas said softly, eyes sparkling even in the darkness. They were like stars themselves, tiny universes Eliott could see himself getting swept up in.
He pushed back his thoughts and smiled in response. “There’s no one I’d rather be on a fake date with.”
“How lucky for me,” Lucas said with a laugh.
How lucky, indeed.
🕷🕷🕷🕷
To say Eliott was avoiding Lucas would be a tad extreme. He wasn’t avoiding, per se, but he really couldn’t afford to spend any time with him at all whatsoever. He couldn’t think properly around Lucas, and he was worried that his brain might be starting to forget the “fake” part of fake dating. So, naturally, he just had to distance himself a bit, focusing on his actual crush, Spiderman. Or hopeless infatuation, whatever you wanted to call it.
During the week it was pretty easy, he claimed homework had been kicking his ass and Lucas looked at him sympathetically, wishing him luck and promising he’d be there if Eliott needed anything at all. Nights were a bit boring without anyone to hang out with, because he hadn’t wanted to call anyone else lest they tell Lucas and Lucas realize he was lying about being busy, but at least he’d had some alone time to work on his art.
However, he and Lucas were supposed to have their second date that night, one that Lucas planned, and stay over at Lucas’ flat for the night because they had nowhere to be the next morning and Manon had said she was planning on making muffins.
He fired off a quick text to Lucas once he got back to his flat from running errands, wondering how much time he had before Lucas would expect him over.
Eliott: what time should i meet u at the colloc?
Lucas: I’ll pick you up! ;)))
Eliott: pick me up…
Lucas: Just be ready at 19h, ok?
Eliott refrained from asking more questions, only because he knew it would give Lucas an opportunity to confuse him further, but he’d honestly just assumed they’d have a movie “date” at the colloc or something. Lucas was never much of a planner, particularly regarding dates.
He sighed a bit fondly, unpacking his groceries bit by bit. A piece of paper fluttered out of one of the bags, and Eliott reached down for it with a frown. Once he had it in his hands he read it through about seven times before he even began to process what it was saying. How had he not noticed it being slipped into his groceries?
Eliott,
Long time no talk, I’m starting to think you’ve forgotten about me :( just kidding no one could ever forget about me muahaha. Sorry, that was weird. Fuck, this whole thing is weird I should just start over. Sorry. One sec.
Eliott,
It’s been a while, unless you count the time some winged dude tried to kill me and you watched it happen. Not one of my finest moments, but I got him in the end, right? Anyway, I was wondering if you would want to hang out or something tonight. I don’t have much time, but if you’re down, meet me in the alley behind your flat at 19h. God, that sounds creepy as hell, I swear I’m not a serial killer, I’m a superhero, remember? If you aren’t there, I don’t blame you, but if you are, I can’t wait!
-Spiderman
Eliott had two defined options, but he was still struggling with making a decision. He could go on his date with Lucas and forget he’d ever seen the note, which was kind of what he wanted to do, or he could meet up in secret with Spiderman. He shook his head, trying to think straight. What he should be doing is going to meet Spiderman, he was head over heels for Spiderman, not Lucas. He could hang out with Lucas anytime. Plus, Lucas had already rescheduled one of their dates, so he didn’t need to feel bad about doing the same.
He pulled out his phone before he could overthink further and sent Lucas a message.
Eliott: hey, can we rescedule? something came up :(
Eliott: *reschedule
Lucas: Is everything ok?
Eliott: yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it, just need a raincheck
Lucas: Ok…
Lucas: Yeah, whatever, no big deal
Eliott: thank u thank u <333
Lucas: :)
He didn’t take the time to decipher Lucas’ message, knowing that a smiley face from Lucas was usually a sign of him being passive aggressive. Whatever, he had no right to be mad, if he even was. Maybe Lucas could use the extra time to hang out with the boy he was so interested in.
The clock moved way too slowly while Eliott got ready to meet Spiderman, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. Was this a date? He’d told Spiderman he had a boyfriend, but he wasn’t sure Spiderman would remember.
He changed his outfit approximately nine times, trying to decide if he should be cool casual, trendy casual, trying too hard casual, not at all casual, or not trying enough casual. In the end he just slipped on his black ripped jeans with a black hoodie and his big brown jacket thrown over the ensemble.
He had been fussing over his outfit so long he didn’t even realize that he had two minutes before he was supposed to meet Spiderman. Only taking time to grab his phone, not even locking the door behind him, Eliott rushed down the stairs and around the building, finding a smaller figure laden in his usual uniform (costume?) waiting for him.
“Thought you’d bail on me,” Spiderman said as he approached, and his voice sounded different again than it had the other times they’d spoken.
Eliott pointed it out. “I understand the secrecy, but why does your voice change every time I see you?”
“I’m working on it,” Spiderman said with a sigh. He gestured to his face. “There’s supposed to be technology in here that warps my voice but I haven’t quite figured it out yet so I always end up sounding different.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t use it with me,” Eliott said.
Spiderman laughed, pointing a finger at him. “Nice try.”
Eliott hadn’t been trying anything, really, even if it would be nice to know who was behind the mask. If their friendship— or whatever it was they had going on— continued to grow, he expected to find out who Spiderman was at some point, but it didn’t have to be anytime soon if it made Spiderman uncomfortable. “So what are we doing?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Talking,” Spiderman said simply.
“Talking?”
“Ever heard of it? It’s when your voice box vibrates and you move your mouth and suddenly noise comes out in the form of words.”
Eliott squinted his eyes. “That was the weirdest way to describe talking that I’ve ever heard. At least now I know you’re not an L student.”
“Maybe I’m bamboozling you into thinking I’m not when I actually am,” Spiderman suggested.
“Well, if you were, you wouldn’t admit it, so I’m guessing S student,” Eliott inferred, laughing as Spiderman huffed and crossed his arms.
“Fuck you.”
“Spiderman, the children!” Eliott exclaimed with another laugh. Something about the fact Spiderman swore so much was hilarious to him.
“Fuck them kids,” Spiderman said seriously, before a small giggle escaped him. It sort of reminded Eliott of the way Lucas laughed, giggles coming in small spurts before he broke down into heaving laughter.
“Quite the role model,” Eliott teased, looking over at him through his eyelashes.
Spiderman scoffed and tipped his head back, leaning against the wall. “I already told you I never signed up to be a role model. Wouldn’t know how to be one even if I tried.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“Just trust me on this one, I can barely live my own life without fucking it all up.” His tone was sad and Eliott wanted to comfort him in some way, but wasn’t sure how to. He understood that Spiderman wouldn’t give him any personal life details, but it was hard to know what someone needed if they couldn’t tell you what was wrong.
Instead, he opted for a small shrug, leaning against the wall beside Spiderman and said, “I don’t believe that for a second, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”
Spiderman’s fingers brushed against Eliott’s ever so slightly before flinching away, almost as if he’d been burned. Eliott didn’t comment on it, but he also didn’t want Spiderman to feel like he couldn’t be a source of comfort, even platonically.
“What about you?” Spiderman asked, “Do you need to talk about anything?”
Only that he was falling for someone he knew absolutely nothing about other than the fact that they were sixteen and had superpowers, wasn’t quite sure where his and Lucas’ relationship stood at the moment, was struggling a bit in school because he’d been so stressed out recently, and, oh yeah, was bipolar. How did he tell Spiderman something like that? He’d probably never want to see him again.
“Too many things,” Eliott confessed.
Spiderman nodded as if he understood, and that was enough for Eliott at the moment. “I’ll be here to listen when you’re ready too then,” Spiderman said.
Eliott made a spur of the moment decision, not thinking it through before he reached out and folded Spiderman’s hand in his. Spiderman’s eyes widened and Eliott was struck but how expressive he could be even in a mask.
“What are you doing?” Spiderman asked in a low voice. Eliott opened his mouth to answer but he couldn’t find the right words. Spiderman continued, “You have a boyfriend, Eliott.”
He did, but he didn’t. In all fairness, he wasn’t doing anything wrong here. For all he knew, Lucas was with his mystery boy right now too. “It’s complicated,” Eliott said at last, gazing at Spiderman with a burning intensity. One of their rules had been to never reveal the truth of the fake relationship to anyone, but it was a bit frustrating not to at that moment.
“I really wish I knew your name,” Eliott sighed, and felt Spiderman’s fingers wrap around his.
“I’m sorry I can’t tell you,” Spiderman said in a soft, barely audible tone of voice. “I don’t think you’d like me if you knew.”
“And do you want me to like you?” Eliott asked, inching closer, only a little bit.
“Close your eyes,” Spiderman whispered, and Eliott obliged, shutting his eyes softly just as a hand ran through his hair. He stood as still as possible, eyes still closed, heart rate picking up slightly as the hand in his hair came to rest on his face, picking up even more when he felt breath on his face. He didn’t dare open his eyes, but if he was feeling breath on his face that meant Spiderman’s mask was off.
A siren blared in the distance and the hand disappeared from Eliott face. He opened his eyes instinctively, catching Spiderman pulling his mask over his chin before he looked away, trying not to make Spiderman think he’d been trying to catch him without a mask on. Unless he was completely mistaken, Spiderman had been close to kissing him.
“I should go,” Spiderman said, voice hard and empty. He stiffened a bit, almost like he was cold or something.
“Ok,” Eliott said, not finding the words he wanted to say. Did he want Spiderman to stay? Did he want them to kiss? He thought he did, but there was still a small part of himself that had been holding back. He called out just as Spiderman turned to walk away, “Hey, wait!”
Spiderman turned back around slowly, looking at him. Eliott shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to him. “You were shivering, I thought this might help.”
Spiderman held the jacket gingerly, looking it over, and Eliott worried he might have been a little too forward. Maybe Spiderman’s suit could regulate his body temperature and the gesture was pointless. But then, after a moment, Spiderman shrugged the jacket on, drowning in it a bit given their height difference, and turned away again.
“See you later, Eliott,” Spiderman said as he walked down the alley, turning back once to look at Eliott as he went. Eliott merely lifted a hand in a small wave, utterly paralyzed by what had almost happened and how he felt about it all. He was also a little bit cold now that he’d given his jacket away.
He pulled out his phone with slightly shaky hands.
Eliott: hey can i come over?
Eliott: i need to talk
He waited for a response, bouncing his phone against his leg and pacing up and down the alley. He didn’t want to go inside yet, but he didn’t know where else to go. His phone buzzed after about ten minutes and he sighed with relief at the message on the screen.
Lucas: Of course
L🕷U🕷C🕷A🕷S
He didn’t really know what he’d been thinking. Everything had been a mess since their first fake date, Lucas knew that. He knew Eliott better than anyone, so he knew when Eliott was trying to avoid him.
He was an idiot, really, for thinking that the fact that Eliott had taken him to his refuge, that they’d almost kissed, meant that Eliott might actually have real feelings for him. He’d almost thought, before they went to the petite ceinture, that Eliott was taking him to their bench to confess that he had feelings for Lucas. If he had, Lucas would have done the same, maybe even telling Eliott that he was Spiderman.
Eliott probably hadn’t even thought that they’d almost kissed, he probably blew off the whole thing. Not because he didn’t care, but because he just didn’t see Lucas like that. Lucas still had to know for sure though, which was why he’d left that note in Eliott’s grocery bag, against his better judgement. Just to see if Eliott would choose him if given the chance.
Surprise, surprise, he didn’t.
He’d shown up as Spiderman with the full intention of blowing Eliott’s interest off, coming off as aloof and unattainable, but the moment Eliott had come out of his building that resolve had disappeared and Lucas had played into everything he had told himself he wouldn’t. He even nearly revealed himself, kissed Eliott as someone other than himself. If they hadn’t been interrupted, he probably would have, and he didn’t know what that said about him.
It was also frustrating to him in some ways that Eliott hadn’t figured it out yet. Sure, he had a masked face and voice, but he spoke in a way with Eliott that was much more intimate than a proper stranger would have. There were times when he would catch Eliott looking at him funny and he’d think that Eliott had figured it out, but he never quite put two and two together.
If Eliott was Spiderman, Lucas was certain he’d have figured it out by now.
Lucas had thankfully had time to change out of his suit and into regular clothes and hide the jacket Eliott had given Spiderman in the back of his closet by the time Eliott knocked on the door to the flatshare, hands fluttering at his sides and an indecipherable expression on his face. It was a good thing Mika, Manon, and Lisa were already in their rooms for the night because he barely said hello before making his way into Lucas’ room, flopping face first on the bed as Lucas closed the door behind them.
“Everything ok?” Lucas asked hesitantly.
Eliott’s voice came muffled by the comforter, but Lucas could get the general idea of what he was saying. “I almost kissed Spiderman. Or, he almost kissed me. I don’t really know.”
Lucas’ surprise was genuine, he hadn’t been expecting Eliott to just come right out and say it. Then again, why wouldn’t he? He didn’t know that it would hurt Lucas to hear he’d come close to kissing someone else (even if that someone else was him).
“Um, ok. That’s new,” Lucas said, sitting down on the bed. Eliott poked his head up and looked at Lucas before laying it back down on one of his arms.
“I’m so confused,” he mumbled.
Lucas furrowed his brows. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why are you confused?” Lucas laid down beside him, head propped up on one arm just like Eliott. “If you like Spiderman, shouldn’t you be excited you almost kissed him?”
Eliott blinked once, frowning. “Oh.”
“I’m not saying you can’t be confused, I’m just asking why,” Lucas reiterated.
Eliott’s face flushed bright red and his eyes zoned out a little bit. He didn’t answer, and Lucas tried not to wonder why. Maybe Eliott was falling for Arthur or something too, he wouldn’t be surprised.
“I’m sorry for cancelling our date,” Eliott said after a while. Lucas blinked up at him in surprise, then shrugged.
“Don’t be, you almost kissed Spiderman.”
Eliott sighed and laid on his back. “Yeah, but I like hanging out with you too.”
“You can hang out with me anytime, El,” Lucas countered. He wasn’t sure why he was fighting Eliott on this, but he didn’t want Eliott to feel like he had to hang out with him out of obligation. If Eliott was ever going to fall for him, he couldn't force it.
Eliott said nothing more on the matter, choosing instead to settle into the bed further. “Can I stay here tonight?” he asked.
“Of course,” Lucas responded immediately, “Do you need clothes to sleep in?”
“A t shirt, maybe,” Eliott requested, and Lucas went to his closet to grab one of the ones Eliott had left over at his house at some point that he’d reclaimed as his own.
When Eliott put it on he frowned at the length in confusion. “Why does this fit me?”
“Because it’s yours,” Lucas giggled, seeing Eliott’s face go from shocked to amused.
“You little—”
“Oh, what, like you don’t have any of my clothes at your place?” Lucas accused with a laugh. Eliott didn’t have a comeback for that because he knew it was true. Every time Lucas couldn’t find something in his closet or his drawers he could bet it was sitting somewhere forgotten at Eliott’s flat.
It was a release, to fall back into this easy pattern of teasing one another. Lucas really wasn’t in the mood to comfort or give Eliott advice on how to make someone else fall in love with him. He really didn’t act differently under the guise of Spiderman, though, which was another reason Lucas was appalled Eliott hadn’t figured it out yet. How could Eliott fall for a version of him wearing a mask before the real version?
Eliott slipped out of his jeans and Lucas did the same, both of them falling on their respective sides of the bed. Lucas was pressed nearly to the edge of his side, trying to avoid contact with Eliott at all costs, serial cuddler that he was.
Eliott clearly noticed, because when he opened his eyes he was met with the sight of Eliott trying to hold back a grin. “What?” Lucas asked defensively.
“Nothing, nothing,” Eliott said nonchalantly, schooling his face into a neutral expression.
He sighed. “Eliott…”
“You’re so far over you look like you’re about to fall off the bed,” Eliott said with a small laugh.
“Only because you’ll hog all the covers if I don’t mark my space,” Lucas shot back, a poor excuse, but one that Eliott accepted without complaint. Instead, he moved closer into Lucas’ space.
“If we’re closer we can share better,” he reasoned, which, admittedly, made more sense. It did nothing for Lucas’ racing heart though. Only because he was panicking a little bit, Lucas reached out and poked Eliott in the stomach, knowing he was ticklish.
Eliott let out an offended peal of laughter. “Dude! You know I’m ticklish!”
“Duh, that’s why I poked you.”
“Oh, you’re asking for it now…”
Lucas widened his eyes at the mischievous expression on Eliott’s face. “El… no, don’t—”
Sure, Eliott was ticklish, but that didn’t mean Lucas wasn’t equally as ticklish. Within seconds they were engaged in quite the tickling fight. Actually, it was more of a tickling war than a fight, Eliott reaching and poking Lucas as he curled into a ball and tried to find Eliott’s blind spots, poking him back where he could when he could.
They were both laughing breathlessly, partially at the tickling and partially because Eliott had noted that Lucas had curled up like a hedgehog at the first given opportunity. He may have complained when Eliott had first assigned his spirit animal, but time had only proven how accurate the assessment had been.
Eliott gained the advantage, positioning himself on top of Lucas and pinning his arms down. Eliott didn’t seem to realize what position they were in, but it was all Lucas could notice. He stopped fighting at the same time his heart stopped beating, Eliott’s face smiling brighter than the sun above him, his hands held down by Eliott’s, fitting together like they were made to hold one another.
“Ok, you win,” Lucas said quickly, shifting his body so Eliott rolled off him swiftly and abruptly. Lucas faced his body away from Eliott, screwing his eyes shut and refusing to turn around, not wanting to see the look on Eliott’s face.
It took a moment, but finally there was a shift in the weight distribution on the mattress as Eliott settled himself back down into bed. “Goodnight, El,” Lucas said, trying to keep the quaver in his voice to a minimum as he reached over to turn off his bedside lamp.
“Night, L,” Eliott responded in a voice that was equally as falsely casual. The lamp clicked off, leaving them engulfed in darkness, both on complete opposite sides of the bed. Good, Lucas wasn’t sure he could have survived anything else.
Before he drifted off, though, it was hard for him to keep himself from imagining a world where he woke up engulfed in Eliott’s arms, bodies pressed together and clicking into place like puzzle pieces finding their homes.
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