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miekasa · 3 years

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sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you think the aot character's love languages would be? we know levi's is acts of service, but anybody else?

No worries! I don’t think I’ve answered for everyone before, so I’ll take a shot at it now bc I love thinking about people's love languages 😌

LEVI Gives: acts of service

This is one is talked about a lot, but Levi shows his love most often through doing things for you, even if you haven’t asked anything of him.

He’ll go out of his way to make your life easier and/or more comfortable in any way that he sees fit, and he doesn’t expect the same in return; it truly just makes him happy to know that he could have done something for you.

It includes bigger things like assembling furniture for you, building you something completely from scratch, or cleaning your car for; and also small things like making you a cup of coffee or tea, or even just holding your bag for you after a long day.

Needs: physical touch

Classic touch-starved man who doesn’t outwardly ask for physical touch, but doesn’t back away from it when you initiate it.

After some time, he’d begin to initiate himself, he just needs to get comfortable with the idea of it first; but after he is, it’s really cute to see. Catch him on a lazy morning, and he’s especially touchy; or find him after a long day of work, and he’ll cuddle himself right into your shoulder.

It makes him happy to know that you seek him out for physical comfort, and that he can begin to do the same. Also, he loves the feeling of you playing with his hair, it’s a surefire way to get him to fall asleep.

HANGE Gives: quality time, physical touch

Hange likes spending time with you, and loves roping you into their favorite hobbies, activities, and antics. Even something as simple as a 3 minute FaceTime call to ask them a quick question is enough to put a smile on their face.

They really just like to share their interests with you, and would love it if you did the same! Hange is willing to give everything a try at least twice for you.

Also loves physical touch, maybe not even necessarily in traditionally “romantic” ways either—having their hand around your shoulder to show you something on their phone, knocking into your body while they’re laughing, clapping your hands together out of boredom—all simple touches that make Hange happy.

Needs: gifts

Hange looooves presents, and you can’t prove me wrong. To them, it’s really touching to know that you would take the time to pick out or make something that you think they would like.

They cherish any and every gift you get them, even if it’s something as tiny and routine as bringing them a coffee during a busy a day at work, Hange never takes it for granted.

(And they also go on and brag about it to anyone who will listen, “Ah did you see my baby brought me coffee for lunch? Just how I like it too, they know me so well!”)

EREN Gives: quality time, words of affirmation

Quality time for Eren can also be mistaken as him spending all of his free time annoying the hell out of you, but it’s really just him being Loving.

When he’s not annoying you, he really does just like to be in the same space as you, even if you’re doing your own things. He likes having you around because you comfort him even if you’re not directly speaking to or interacting with him.

Words of affirmation come out of him in a very matter-of-fact tone. It’s almost as if he’s not consciously trying to affirm you or flatter you.

To him, he’s just saying what he believes is an objective truth: of course he thinks you’re smart and talented and pretty and fun to be around. If those things make you feel good, then it’s a bonus, but really, he just means it like it’s a fact of the universe.

Needs: gifts, physical touch

He’s not the best at giving gifts, but he does love to receive them, and honestly, he’s very humbled and flattered whenever you give him something that you clearly put a lot of time and/or effort into.

He almost feels undeserving of it, but he loves it all the same, and he really does cherish it. Even if it’s something as generic as a pair of shoes he was talking about, it still means a lot to him that you would remember and buy them for him.

Once he gets a taste of physical touch, he doesn’t know how to let go. All sense of personal space is out of the window, and this goes hand in hand with quality time once he discovers it.

Loves it when you touch him: play with his hair, play with or hold his hands, hug him out of the blue. Also loves to touch you, though he seems to not understand the size of his body when he’s draping himself over your shoulders, or has his leg over your thigh while you’re sitting on the bus.

ARMIN Gives: gifts

To him, it’s the simplest way to express himself without embarrassing himself by potentially tripping over his words. Also, gifts can be given remotely, so he doesn’t have to sit around worrying if you’ll love it or hate it while you open it.

Though, he certainly gains a lot of confidence over time, he still likes to leave you little presents to find when he’s not around. Something as small as buying your favorite candy and putting it in your coat pocket, or leaving flowers at your place.

He’s also very thoughtful, and when he does get you a bigger gift, or something to celebrate an occasion, he always makes sure it’s perfect.

He does it to make you happy, and when you’re happy, it makes him happy.

Needs: words of affirmation

He won’t ask for it, but it’s really reassuring to hear, and it makes him feel really good, and relieved to know that the person he loves thinks highly of him.

If you told him you’re proud of him, he might… he really might malfunction a bit, but your words would stick with him. The next time he was going through something hard or even just doubting himself, he’d remember what you said to him and it would give him a little push to get through it (and maybe be nicer to himself as a consequence).

Not necessarily an affirmation, but it also flatters him to hear that you think he’s attractive. Though, be careful when and how you say this, because he’s very… easy to excite.

MIKASA Gives: words of affirmation, acts of service

Mikasa lets you know how much you mean to her, and how much you mean to everyone in your life all the time. She doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than you are.

She loves hearing about your progress or achievements in work/school and is quick to tell you that she’s happy for you and proud of you.

She’ll also do anything she can to help you out, so acts of service a big thing for her. She doesn’t want you to have to go out of your way to do something she could handle for you.

That isn’t to say that she thinks you’re incapable of fending for yourself; rather, that she would like to ease your pain whenever and wherever she can.

Needs: quality time

She doesn’t realize how much she likes/needs this until you guys start spending more time together; and it’s in your absence that she finds herself missing you more than she’d anticipated.

She doesn’t even mind sitting idly by while you’re busy or doing work, so long as she gets to be by your side. It also brings her a sense of comfort to be able to take care of you during this time; having snack breaks with you, occasional tangent conversations, and reminding you to rest when necessary.

She finds that one of the simplest means of quality time is sleeping next to each other; whether it be for a nap, or going to bed, it’s a kind of intimacy she never thought she’d crave, but comes to really, really enjoy.

JEAN Gives: quality time, gifts

Just. Just let Jean tag along to whatever you’re doing like a little golden retriever and he’ll be so damn happy. It doesn’t matter what—buying makeup, going on a walk, heading to the grocery store—he just likes spending time with you.

Though he—and anyone who expresses themselves in quality time—completely understands there are moments where you need to be by yourself. But if you don’t mind him being there, then he’ll take the opportunity to be with you.

He looooves to give presents, and even though he can get kind of embarrassed by it and try to play it off as nonchalant, he’s quite thoughtful and romantic with his gifts.

Needs: quality time, physical touch

He loves doing what you’re doing, but he would also love to have you around when he’s chilling or running errands or doing whatever, too. He doesn’t care, Jean just likes talking to you, and will take any opportunity to hear you speak to him and be around him.

He shows a normal amount of physical touch and/or PDA throughout your relationship, but really casual and gentle touches by you mean the world to him. When he feels you stroking his face when you think he’s asleep, wrapping your arms around one of his habitually when you’re sleepy after a night out, putting your hands on his face when you kiss him—all those things mean the world to him.

I don’t know if this would fall into words of affirmation, but he also likes it when you tell him that you find him attractive. Call him handsome once and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the month. Tell him he’s pretty and you might even get him to blush.

CONNIE Gives: quality time

Similar to Eren, his quality time is most commonly expressed through a little game he likes to call “how many times can I annoy my girlfriend in the span of twenty minutes.”

You could be chilling like normal, having a casual night in and Connie will just come bursting in your room like the loudest mf on the planet, with Monopoly in his left hand, and a six pack of beers in his right.

He lives for doing stupid (borderline illegal) shit with you, and to his credit, you’ve never gotten caught. He really just likes to hang with you and make you laugh and make memories the both of you won’t ever forget.

Needs: acts of service

Help this man. No, really, literally, help him, even if he says he doesn’t need help, he’ll appreciate it in the end.

From stuff like tutoring him for a class, to packing him lunches (beyond Lunchables, but inclusive of a strawberry-kiwi CapriSun, nonetheless); it’s a love language Connie didn’t even think he would like.

He fucking loves it though and never shuts up about anything you might do for him; always thanks you a million times and puts you in a loving chokehold and pinches your cheeks in appreciation.

SASHA Gives: words of affirmation

She’s really good at comforting you, or even just making you feel good about yourself. Sasha might not even realize how much her positive outlook on you might mean, but she sure does love to tell you how much you mean to her.

Adores singing your praises and rewarding you with compliments all the time. She’s so sweet and she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Best girl.

Needs: gifts

Sasha loves presents in all shapes in forms: birthday presents, anniversary presents, planned presents, surprise presents. Doesn’t matter, she’s happy to receive any and all of them.

She looks at the gifts you get her with sparkles in her eyes and the widest grin on her face. It means the world to her that you would get her something she loves and she appreciates it so much.

Takes extra special care of your gifts too. If you got her one of something she collects, the ones you give her have their own little special place in her collection and she loves to show them off whenever people ask about them.

PIECK Gives: acts of service, physical touch

Pieck will do just about anything for you, and if she can’t, she’ll commission someone else to get it done for the both of you. (Someone being Porco and Reiner if this act involves lifting or carrying anything heavy).

She adores the smile on your face after she tells you she’s taken care of something you were putting off or having trouble doing; it makes her whole day to see you happy and relieved to have one less task on your to-do list.

She definitely does things because it makes her happy to see you happy, but there’s a small part of her that’s not above admitting she likes to be rewarded for it, too. Even something as small as a hug will do 😌

That’s also where the physical touch comes in: Pieck is kind of handsy, an almost unexpectedly protective kind of way. It’s equal parts of her liking to show you off and have her hands on you, and making sure nobody else thinks about doing the same.

Needs: quality time

Once she discovers the joy of having someone else to laze around with, take naps with, and do… questionable antics with, Pieck feels like she’s discovered the true meaning of life.

Adores when you ask to come along with her to run errands, or when you show interest in any of her many hobbies. She comes to find that she loves sharing them with you.

Napping together is a must, and if you think she’ll let you out of her hold just because your leg cramped or you have to use the bathroom, then think again. There’s a minimum of three one-hour naps per week with her.

PORCO Gives: acts of service, gifts

Gifts might come as a surprise for him, but he’s got a good memory, so when he sees something you’ve been talking about, he’ll just pick it up/buy it for you.

Could be anything from a new pair of house slippers, to a pair of earrings you showed him once. If he sees it and remembers you wanted it, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll just get it. You can’t say he never did anything for you.

He approaches acts of service the same way, and usually does things he knows he can handle doing for you, like cleaning your car, cooking you dinner, or giving you a massage.

He can get kinda smug about it tho, going off about how you’re his little baby and that you need him to take care of you, as if he didn’t go out of his way to do these things, unprompted 🙄

Needs: physical touch

He’s not going out of his way to do extreme PDA, but he’s not hiding it either; if he feels like touching you, he will. But the first time you initiate it, or the first time you touch him in a gentle way, he’s such a goner.

He doesn’t even know how to process it at a first, and when he does he feels stupid and embarrassed for even liking it, but he certainly likes it that for damn sure.

He gets kinda cranky if you don’t cuddle up to him or hold his hand or poke his cheek (even though he claims it’s oh so annoying, you know he likesssss it).

#anonymous #i love love languages i think theyre so cool and how ppl can have the same ones but show it very differently #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot headcanons #levi x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #pieck x reader #hange x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #omfg im tired of this bye #minicanons

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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Comfort Crowd

A/N: Luba is another character on the list of needing a hug. Along with literally every other Rob character. He’s very soft and lovable, and I’d like to highlight this, and give him some fluff. Enjoy you gremlins.

Warnings: angst, death mention, food, crying

Cheeky Tag List: kat and sups already saw it so, @badsext, @joz-stankovich

“Baby, can we just not today?” Luba asked, eyes looking sad. You tried making out with him, but he pushed you away, hands colder than usual.

“Oh sure honey. Anything you have in mind?” you ask, sitting down next to him, legs crossing.

“I kinda just want to sit. And mope. And cry. And mourn.” Luba said, tears slipping from his eyes, wetting the sheets.

“Oh honey, come here.” you say, letting Luba cry into your shoulder, their sobs racking their soul.

He’d been struggling for a while, especially after Naadirah's death. He acted like it didn’t impact him, and like he didn’t care, but he did. You knew it. Nobody would stay out for that long, then come home, eyes puffy and red. He was hiding from the truth, and you knew it. And it broke you. It absolutely tore you apart, and he thought he was doing okay. Threw a smile on his face and went on to the parlor, the club, wherever it may be. You’d wake up in the middle of the night and hear him sobbing. On the couch, gin in hand absolutely tattered. You knew it was tearing him apart, and finally seeing him break down in your arms tipped you over as well.

You began to weep along with him, tears falling onto your shirt, darkening the fabric. Luba moved, and got into your lap, arms around your middle. His wet face dropped in the crook of your neck, and his broken breaths shook you, and forced you to break down completely as well. Every breath seemed impossible to get past, and Luba’s hands clenched over your shirt, balling it up with his fists. He wanted to scream until his lungs gave out at that point. Nothing he could ever do was going to bring her back, no wish, plead, or screech to the heavens. Not a single breath given could grant it back to her lifeless body. And he wanted her back so badly. The giggles between breaks, jokes about past lives, gossip about managers. It was all gone. He tore himself to bits for letting her go. Sometimes he wished it was himself, buried six feet under instead of her.

“I hate myself for letting her go that night. I-I should’ve followed her home, asked where she’d be. I could’ve trailed her, just to make sure. But I didn’t. Now she’s gone forever, almost without a trace. And I’m left here, trying to pick up the pieces of my broken fucking life. It should’ve been me.” he whispered, eyebrows scrunching in frustration, fresh tears still falling from his face.

“Luba, I know you wish you could’ve done something. And I wish you could’ve as well. Sometimes things happen that we can’t explain. And we might not know why. And I mourn with you, and allow you to grieve. However, it shouldn’t have been you. It shouldn’t have been her. Neither of you would deserve it.” you reply back, brushing a stray curl past his forehead, hand rubbing his back.

Hiccups went past his mouth, and his cries calmed, but just a little. Luba curled up against your form, and continued to play with the fabric of your shirt, feeling how soft it was between his fingers. He looked so serene and calm in the early morning sunlight, but grief took its toll on everyone in different ways. Your tears dried on your face, and you fell asleep, Luba’s breath helping to calm you. The both of you slept for a few extra hours that day, and you woke up first, Luba snoring against your form. You wiggled out from underneath him, and wrapped a blanket around Luba’s body. He cuddled into the fabric, and his hand wrapped around the tassels near the end. You smiled at him and kissed his forehead, which made him slip a smile in his sleep. You walked off from him, and got started on his at-home therapy.

“How the hell am I gonna do this before he wakes up?” you ask yourself, after washing your face and shaking off the bad vibes.

You gathered materials for a pleasant movie night, such as snacks and soft blankets. You headed onto the kitchen, and decided to make a comfort food of Luba’s. You were almost out of food, but you managed to scrape up some chicken noodle soup, trying to keep it as light as possible. Lu’s stomach tended to get upset when he wasn’t having a good time emotionally, so you wanted him to keep everything down. You left the soup on the stove, and had it on low heat. Your feet trod along the stairs, and you checked in again on Luba, who flipped over in his sleep, still snoring your ears off. The bathroom would have to suffice, and you cleaned the tub out, then prepared a bubble bath. You tested the water, and it was warm enough for comfort, and you added the soap, vanilla scented. You made them as a hobby, and the smell permeated the room almost immediately.

The candles in the closet came to use, and you lit a few around the tub, far enough away so that no harm would be done to them. You went back downstairs, and collected more blankets, and a couple chairs. You hung the blankets at a lovely acute angle, and created a blanket fort. The spare fairy lights in the closet would have to do, and you hung them up randomly as well. You looked back at the work, and smiled at yourself, proud of the accomplishment. You walked back up the stairs, and found Luba still sleeping, breaths coming in even puffs. You walked to the side he was closest to, and brushed blonde curls from his face. His face calmed at your touch, and moved into your hand. You gently shook him awake, and he groaned at the contact, hiding his face like a cat would.

“Come on baby, wake up. Don’t want you cranky later,” you said, rubbing his back to help out. “I have some things set up for you.”

“Thank you honey. I gotta go take a quick piss, then I’ll be ready.” he whispered, arms dislodging themselves from your waist.

“Ah, take the bathroom downstairs baby. Got something in this one.” you said, almost not catching yourself. He waved his hand in acknowledgement, and walked down the stairs, and you heard the door close.

You fixed the bed, and rushed down the steps, making sure you caught Lu’s reaction to your surprise. As soon as you got there, he almost began crying again, rushing to give you a bear hug. He thanked you, and kissed the top of your head, moving down to your lips. He pecked them a couple times, and let the last one linger. His hands were at your waist, and you breathed into the kiss, letting go.

“I don’t deserve this. Why did you do this, and all for me?” he asked, tears threatening to fall.

“It’s because it’s what you deserve Luba. After all this, you need it.” you replied, hugging him.

You led him to the kitchen, and his mouth fell open once again, and he kissed the side of your head again. He peeped into the pot, and rushed to get a bowl, feet slapping against the floor. You smiled and he ladled himself a good serving, and almost ran to the living room, where his bowl almost crashed against the carpet. You smiled at his actions, and he sat down in the blanket fort. His hands clapped and he squealed at the placement of everything. You joined him and you two ate your soup in mostly peace, but was somewhat interrupted when Luba said this.

“I love you so much. I don’t know if I deserve all of this. Thank you so much honey. I really appreciate it.” Luba said, looking at you as your spoon dropped into your bowl.

“I-I love you too Luba. You’re very welcome, as you deserve all of this.” you stated, leaning over to kiss him, which he happily reciprocated. “Come on, hurry up, we’ve got a bath to take and some movies to binge-watch!” you said, playfully nibbling at his neck. He giggled, and got up soon after, taking your hand to join you in the bath.

“Thank you for all of this baby. I really mean it too. I’ve really been struggling, and I needed this. Naadie did this for me as well, and I missed it. I’ll miss her. But I’m happy that you’re here with me, and for me. I really thought I couldn’t find love after Naadirah, but you came into my life and turned it around. And I’ll forever be appreciative of that.” Lu whispered, looking you in the eye.

You blushed, and sank into the water, and he laughed at your attitude, leaning over to kiss you. The two of you continued to bathe together, chatting over some light piano in the background. Luba relaxed in the bubbles and you watched him as he slowly melted into a state of calm, almost falling asleep. You let out the water and helped him into some night clothes. You led him downstairs, and put on comfort movies. He sat in your lap, and you hugged around Luba’s middle, letting him sleep peacefully in your lap. Your hand stroked his back as he slept against you, cute snores coming from his mouth. You smiled and kissed Lu’s forehead, making sure that he slept well that night, as he always should.

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esterexpsito · 3 years

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rebelu & 11 + 14 👁👄👁 (also ilu)

11) things you said when you were drunk & 14) things you said after you kissed me // rebelu

Lu has no idea what the fuck she’s doing here. She just knows that she could have thrown a hell of a better party.

Don’t get her wrong, the other people here seem to be enjoying themselves enough. It’s just... off-brand potato chips, really? A keg? She isn’t sure if this is just a standard for college parties or American ones in general, but she has certainly put together something way more worthwhile than what’s going on in this cramped apartment at sixteen years old, and with less than a week’s notice, at that. Fuck, that Valentine’s Party she threw her last year at Las Encinas was classier than this shit, and that was truly a disaster. At least she’s in a penthouse and not one of the dorms on campus. She could shudder with just the thought.

Still. You’d figure someone who lives in a top-floor apartment in Manhattan could go for the brand-name chips—or actual food, honestly. She’s fucking starving.

This brings her back to the question of “what the fuck am I even doing here?” that she had asked herself two minutes ago. Because she could easily be sharing a veggie pizza with Nadia back in their own dorm, or maybe even splitting the leftovers from the meal Iman had made for them when she, Yusuf, and Omar came to visit last week. But no. She’s here. At this random party she’d heard about from a girl in her Economics class who heard about it from a frat boy she’s apparently screwing. And she doesn’t even have Nadia here with her, because Nadia has a quiz on Foreign Policy on Monday that she needs to study for, or else the world is going to end.

(It’s times like this where she misses Carla. Carla would’ve said fuck it, gone out with her tonight, and then probably would have gotten a passable grade, anyway. Not that she’s comparing them or anything. She loves Nadia, of course, she just—fuck. She misses Carla a lot, okay?)

Lu’s at least self-aware enough to not blame how she doesn’t know anybody here solely on Nadia, because even though Nadia was too busy, she decided to come anyway. She just needed a break from everything. From school, from the stupid fucking traumatic memories that still manage to creep in three years after the fact, from the occasional bout of missing her parents. So she decided to take an old page out of her brother’s book. What’s a better way to forget than to drink her problems away?

Of course, the old Valerio would also add in drugs and sex to that cocktail. The new Valerio would still throw in the latter, but substitute the weed and cocaine for self-help books and whatever other Eat-Pray-Love bullshit he’s been on lately. Possibly energy crystals. And incense.

Lu isn’t interested in any of that, though; not even the sex. That leaves her leaning against a wall with a Solo cup full of alcohol and sending intimidating glares to whatever men who have the audacity to approach her. The unimpressed, arched eyebrow and condescending curve to her lips is practiced, and it works.

For the most part.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

He’s bland. That’s what she immediately notes about him. Next, his after shave is way too overpowering, and the type that, in her experience, assholes prefer (Guzmán used to wear a similar scent before she passive aggressively bought him something far better, and the fact that this man instantly reminds her of those days is already a warning sign). After that, he is very, very drunk, which is why her glare hadn’t properly worked on him.

She tries for blatant disregard; gives him a little once over and scoffs. “I don’t think so.”

“That’s a long name,” he slurs with a grin. She rolls her eyes. He leans in closer, arm braced above her head on the wall. Even though she’s in heels, he’s still taller than her, and she hates the caged-in feeling crawling up her spine.

Lu scowls and pushes him away with two fingers against his chest, beginning to step past him. “Excuse me.”

“No, no, hey, wait,” he says, catching her by the wrist. His fingers are clammy. Tight. Hurting. “Where you going? Don’t leave.”

“Don’t fucking touch—”

As soon as she yanks her arm free from his grasp, a foreign one lands on her shoulders. Lu startles in indignation, but she’s also admittedly a little panicked—and then the new person speaks.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, baby.”

It takes Lu a second to register that that sentence is directed to her. And even though she knows exactly what’s going on, even though she’s more than a little thankful for the save, she still instinctively bristles, because she has never once liked the way this woman has called her baby.

Based on the way Rebe crookedly smirks back when Lu narrows her eyes at her, the taller girl remembers.

“Who’s this guy?” She goes on, and nods her head in indication at him. It’s definitely a rhetorical question, because she glances him over and scoffs a mocking laugh. “Get lost, dude. She’s not interested.”

He bristles. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Her girlfriend.” Lu doesn’t twitch, but she does feel the skin around her eyes go tight. “So, like I said, beat it.”

“There’s no way a girl this hot is—”

Lu knows from experience what Rebe looks like when she wants to hit someone.

But Lu is not a damsel in distress, thank you very much. And neither is she that brutish.

“If it hasn’t been obvious since the moment you walked up to me, I want nothing to do with your little shrimp dick,” she replies, tone even and unaffected where her smile is deep-cutting and mean. For added measure, she leans into Rebe’s side and grasps the hand that’s hanging over her shoulder, pulling her arm tighter around her. “Now walk away unless you want to lose it.”

He’s drunk, and therefore, unpredictable. He could drop it and leave just as easily as he could get violent—which, considering he’s an intoxicated man who just had his penis insulted, is probably the more viable option. But before he can act, another guy claps his hand on the guy’s shoulder tight enough to unmistakably be a warning, and then shoulders his way between the three of them with a wide smile directed at both of the girls.

“Hey, don’t mind him, he’s trashed.” The guy behind him opens his mouth. The newcomer fixes him with a glare that clearly means shut up, then smiles at Rebe and Lu again. “Sorry. We’re all good here, yeah?”

Rebe looks to Lu for confirmation. When she nods, the taller girl nods too, and offers him a controlled smile of her own. “Yeah. We’re good.”

Without another word, the guy manhandles his friend away.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was kind of looking forward to beating his face in,” Rebe says as they watch them disappear into the crowd.

The words are said almost directly into Lu’s ear, and it’s then that she belatedly realizes how the other girl is still holding her. Lu makes a face before she can help it and sucks her teeth, shoving Rebe’s arm off of her and immediately putting space between them even though she was the one who had leaned further in. For show. Obviously.

She fights the urge to fix her dress—there’s nothing to fix.

Rebe just looks her over in that amused way she does. Or did, because it’s been three years since Lu last saw her.

“Well, fuck, you’re welcome,” Rebe continues unaffectedly.

“What are you even doing here?”

The girl shrugs. “It’s a Friday night, this is a party...”

“You know what I mean,” Lu counters, annoyed. Rebe is supposed to be in Spain. Or, at least, not in New York.

“I’m taking a gap year.”

Lu half-squints at her. “You graduated two years ago.”

“So, two gap years, whatever,” Rebe says. “I’ve been traveling on-and-off. I’d never been to America before. Los Angeles was first; kind of frilly. Vegas; fun for one night, then boring. New York’s my last stop before I head back home.”

Lu regards her for a moment. “Did Nadia send you here?”

If she did and didn’t even have the decency to tag along, Lu might have to reevaluate just how much she loves the other girl.

“Nadia doesn’t even know I’m in town yet.” It’s sort of driving Lu crazy how Rebe won’t stop eyeing her, even though she’s well-aware that looking at someone is typically what you do when you’re talking to them. But with Rebe, it’s always gotten a little under her skin. “Anyway. It was nice seeing you and all, Barbie.”

Rebe starts to turn away from her.

Before she even realizes it, Lu’s reaching out and touching her elbow.

“Wait.” She hates how unsure she sounds, so she raises her chin a little with her next words, even if they really don’t warrant the movement. “You’re the only person I know here.”

“And?” Rebe prompts, raising an eyebrow.

“And,” Lu continues, tone begrudging, “from what I remember, you’re not the worst person to party with.”

Rebe stares. Then a slow smirk spreads across her purple-painted lips, and she resignedly shakes her head at herself.

“Fucking hell, I’m definitely going to regret this. But,” and she steps closer again, close enough to peer down into the cup still clutched in Lu’s hand, and Lu hopes to God that she doesn’t see how her fingers tighten around the plastic, just a little bit, “What are you drinking?”

Almost four rum and cokes later, Lu is nearly as wasted as the shrimp-dick had been. Under any other circumstances, this would mean that her plan to forget is going off without a hitch—except she’s with Rebe. And Rebe is a fixture from her past, and all that entails.

Meaning, it’s impossible to avoid talking about at least some of it.

“You keep in contact with anyone? You know, besides the obvious.”

They’re in some random person’s bedroom; the first vacant one they could find after drunkenly stumbling their way down the hall, legs shaky from a combination of laughter and dancing for the past hour. The door they had opened before this one led to another bedroom occupied by two girls making out on the bed.

At Rebe’s question, Lu purses her lips at the ceiling.

“Carla, mostly. But through text or FaceTime, we haven’t really actually seen each other.”

“Ah. And how’s the little marchioness doing, these days?”

“Don’t you talk to Samu?”

“Do you ask Nadia about Guzmán?”

It’s not like she and Guzmán are on bad terms, or that she’s bitter about how him and her current best friend-slash-roommate are tentatively together. Definitely not. She just likes to forget the fact that she actually had dated him, hurt over him, and hurt others over him, too. However—

“Fair point,” she concedes. “Carla’s fine. Busy. Do you actually care?”

“I don’t hold grudges, you know?” Rebe shrugs against the mattress. “That’s your thing, babe.”

The pet names. They haven’t stopped at all, even though there’s no drunken asshole here to keep up pretenses for. She blames the fact that they aren’t irritating her as much as they normally (used to) do on the rum.

“If you think I haven’t changed at all over the years, you’re severely underestimating me.”

“I have never underestimated you,” Rebe scoffs. “Besides, you haven’t changed that much. You’re still fun—you know, in that bitchy sort of way.”

Lu resists the urge to playfully slap her on the shoulder. “You thought I was fun?”

“When you weren’t trying so hard to be stuck up, sure,” Rebe says. “You can’t be related to Valerio and be boring at the same time.”

“He could have gotten that from his mom’s side,” Lu says neutrally, eyeing her.

“Nah. There’s something in you that’s a little wild. And no matter how much time you spend taming it, you like when it gets out.”

The thing about rum is that it has always made Lu extremely reckless, which is why she has, in turn, always stayed away from it.

The thing about Rebe is that she’s right.

Lu has no idea what’s going on in her head as she curls her fingers against Rebe’s jawline and pulls at the same time as she leans forward and eliminates the gap between them. Maybe she’s still thinking about those two girls just one room over, maybe she’s remembering all the times in school when she would find herself both pissed off and weirdly turned on by her and Rebe’s little cat fights. Maybe she’s scratching an itch that part of her has known has always been there from the moment they met, buried beneath jealousy and so much fucking repression towards her own sexuality, it’s no wonder she never acted on it sooner.

The kiss is reminiscent of almost all of their previous interactions with one another. Aggressive, sly, vaguely mean. But there’s something different—there’s the softness of Rebe’s skin, the lingering taste of mint in her mouth even though she’s had just as much to drink as Lu has, the way she drags her hand down Lu’s side and flexes her fingers against the sequins of her dress.

All of that sort of freaks her out for a little bit, and Lu has half a mind to put them back on normal ground by biting her lip, but then Rebe pulls back. She’s looking at her in that infuriating way again, that way that Lu doesn’t really hate as much as she pretends she does.

Lu realizes it’s a look full of equal parts calculation and consideration. In spite of her background, the friends—Samu—she likes to keep, and everything Lu has ever said about her, Rebe isn’t actually stupid.

Stupid has never been Lu’s type. She likes...

Well, she likes brutish. The push-and-pull. And she and Rebe have always been great at that.

“Shit, maybe you have changed, after all,” Rebe comments, smirking at her, and Lu has no idea why the fuck she sounds so smug.

She kisses her again instead of trying to figure it out.

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sundaynightnovels · 5 years

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15 Questions Tag Game

i’ve been tagged by @ink-and-petrichor for this one, so thanks! raine seems really chill, and i totally understand what she means by just being on her own and watching the stars and feeling the wind on her face in the silence -- honestly, could use some of that right now myself. ANYWAY. i’ve done this before for Zhen & Lu, Ren, Jia & Jun, and Shou & Teng, so i’m up to my last two characters, and they are... the Yus.

Yes, so there’s Yu(f), the girl who’s obsessed with work, and Yu(m), who I dub as ‘The Stoic One’. So let’s get to know them! I’ll be using the set of 15 questions that is more appropriate for my story! rules: answer 15 questions as either yourself or one of your OCs, then tag 15 people. 1. What is your full name? Yu(f): Yu Yu(m): Yu Yu(f): Don’t get mistaken though, i’m on the fourth tone, like ‘Jade’. That guy’s on the third tone, like ‘Rain’ or something. 2. What does your name mean? Yu(f): Are you seriously wasting my time with these questions right now? Didn’t I just answer that? 3. What are your nicknames / other names? Yu(f): (gets ready to walk off) Yu(m): Yu. Just sit down. Yu(f): I’m not your dog, you don’t tell me what to do! Yu(m): Yeah. You really want to prove Zhen right? That you can’t get your ass off of work for even 30 short minutes? Yu(f): (... slowly sits back done) Fine. You’re convincing her to cook for me after this. 4. What’s your gender? Yu(m): (holding a hand up to the other Yu) Yeah, I’m male, she’s female.

5. What’s your sexuality? Yu(f): Seriously, are they allowed to ask such questions? Yu(m): We were warned. Yu(f): Ah. Fine. Okay, I don’t really know okay? Maybe I’m straight. Maybe I’m bi. Maybe I’m just someone who’s trying to finish the paperwork that’s piling up on my desk because guess what? No one does any work around here! And guess who’s left picking up the slack? Yu(m): ... You caught her on a bad day. Anyway. I’m likely straight, but don’t really care either way. 6. Where are you from? Yu(f): We. Don’t Know. That. Yu(m): We aren’t really supposed to know. Yu(f): That’s the whole point, isn’t it? We aren’t supposed to know anything about our pasts. We aren’t supposed to remember. We are dead and all those are bygones now -- it doesn’t matter. You are starting to sound like Shou. 7. How old are you? Yu(f): I don’t know. But if I had to guess, I’d peg myself as around the same age as Zhen. 21 maybe? 23? Who the hell knows. Yu(m): I should be older. Maybe 25 - 26. Teng’s still the oldest among us, though. 8. Any special talents? Yu(f): Huh. Yu(m): ... Yu(f): I mean, dear ol’ Yu here has the tendency to trip over his own feet and accidentally slice himself open on any surface he happens to fall on. Don’t judge him by his stoic good looks -- he’s a dork. Yu(m): I-I.. It’s not like I... sometimes, sometimes it’s like... my feet moves and -- Yu(f): -- yeah and the air comes over and trips you over. Sure. You don’t have to keep up your ‘cool’ facade with us. We all know it’s garbage. Yu(m): It’s not! A facade! Yu(f): Anyway. I guess my greatest talent is somehow still staying sane despite living right beside Zhen and her kid. And now Shou too, apparently. People like to say I’m impatient, but can they withstand those three chaos of human beings? Huh, yeah. I thought not. 9. How do you look like? Yu(f): How narcissistic do you want us to be, to describe ourselves? Yu(m): She’s not good-looking. Traditionally, I mean. Yu(f): He only can say that because he’s gotten big-headed from all the talk about ‘that cold, dark and handsome guy’ from the ‘Noisies’ but honestly. He’s standing beside Teng all day. It’s not difficult to be considered attractive. Yu(m): There’s Jun too. Yu(f): ... Fine, but Jun is a menace to society and everyone knows that. It’s like, do you want that pretty, delicate-looking boy who picks your pockets and threatens your children, or that ~~ unknown brooding handsome man ~~ who, as far as they know, has no odd quirks to speak of? Yu(m): I have no.... quirks. Yu(f): Sure. You know you only speak to me ‘cause you can’t speak to anyone else. 10. What’s your aesthetic? Yu(m): She’s messy hair. And coffee. And work. A lot of coffee, and a lot a lot of work. Yu(f): I’ve already said it earlier, didn’t I? He’s that nasty brooding literature-character types that people just love to fawn over. People are just so desperate and lonely here, they’ll grab at anything. He even stands sullenly in the corner of the room! He’s got all the traits down! He pretends like he doesnt know what ‘trope’ he fits into but he knows it and he knows it well. Don’t be fooled. Yu(m): Hey! I... I don’t... uh... don’t besmirch my good name! 11. Who’s your best friend? Yu(f): Best friends don’t exist around here. We might get whisked off anytime, what for make friends? Yu(m): ... 12. Would you ever get a piercing / tattoo? Yu(f): Who’s to say I don’t already have one? Yu(m): ... You.. you do? Yu(f): Ha. You wish you knew.

13. When are you happiest? Yu(f): When people can just stop bothering me for one second and let me finish my work. And when people actually does all the proper paperwork and licenses for their shops. Yes, I am specifically referring to Zhen, my neighbour Zhen, who lives right beside me, the inspector who goes around checking for shop licenses when she has none. Yes, ZHEN. Z-H-E-N. Yu(m): Are you admitting that you have been letting her go all this time? Yu(f): ... No. No, I’m admitting to nothing. I’m just saying, she needs to get her paperwork done and filed. And I have been lenient towards her, because I’m a nice and charitable person. Yu(m): And that if you close her shop, you might incur the wrath of everyone in town? Yu(f): ... I don’t care about their wrath. Yu(m): So you care about her food. Yu(f): What’s with the interrogation? I want to invoke my right to a lawyer! 14. What’s your biggest secret? Yu(f): ... Yu(m): ... Yeah. It’s been bothering me. That day. With Jun. Yu(f): I told you, it was nothing. Yu(m): It doesn’t seem like you. Yu(f): Like I said, I’m a kind and charitable person. You don’t know anything about me. What about you, huh? What’s your problem? Yu(m): I am fine. Yu(f): Bullshit. Yu(m): I am. Truly. Fine. I don’t know why people don’t believe that. 15. Do you have a sidekick? Yu(f): I wish people just get out of my way. Yu(m): ... I guess. I am the sidekick. Yu(f): Ha! Yeah! To Teng! That’s hilarious Yu(m): I’m not proud of it. Thanks for the tag! Now i’m tagging back @bahay-kubo @klywrites @insearchof-solace @kidsarentallwrite @aslanwrites @xiuguri @quilloftheclouds @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @pen-for-sword @rhiannon-writes @radley-writes @kaigods @lady-redshield-writes @dcdarrells @gettingitwrite

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Soaring light (chapter 1)

thank you for your lovely comments and messages for the prologue!! here’s the first chapter!

Name: Soaring Light

Fandom: Skam france

Pairing: Lucas Lallemant/Eliott Demaury

Tags: assassin!au, falling in love, angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: Do not get attached, do not waste time, 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 tries to be very subtle as he online-stalks Eliott. It doesn’t go too well.

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(prologue 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)

CHAPTER ONE Why were storms a thing? Who invited storms? Lucas was going to find out and kick his ass. It was stupid, the rain covering his sight was stupid. The way he can’t see in front of the road he’s driving on was stupid.

The whole day was stupid.

Lucas had spent five hours trying find Eliott Demoury, but there was no one at his apartment, no one at his registered working place and no one at his two favorite coffee shops. He had googled his name and regretted it in a second, because dousins - no, hundreds - of model photos of the perfectly sculptured face and the piercing deep blue eyes stared back at him and Lucas had let his laptop fall close with a groan.

He can’t be attracted to his assignment to kill. Well, technically, he could. It wasn’t in the rules. The contract just said he wasn’t allowed any physical contact with his targets, mostly to hide all traces of DNA. And to make sure he didn’t get attached, which was another rule. Well fuck him, just the picture of this man got his knees weak.

Lucas hesitated a moment, then sent a text.

To: Manon D.

Change?

Change of contract, that meant. Manon would know that. In their work of line you had to keep yourself short and never, absolutely never, give out any information over the phone. Especially not their private phone. Lucas knew he’d most likely get his brains blown out if he said too much and he would never risk one of his closest friends and colleagues life as well. His phone buzzed. Manon, quick with a response as always.

From: Manon D.

No thanks, got my dream man ;)

To: Manon D.

Ugh. Fine. Drinks tonight?

From: Manon D.

That’s a yes, thanks. I’ll tell Mika and Emma. See you at 8?

To: Manon D.

Lol, sure. Bringing the boys if they’re up. See you, sunshine.

From: Manon D.

Dickhead.

Lucas rolled his eyes. His ever the lovely friend and colleague, Manon. They had worked in the same business for two years before they realised they were both carrying the same burden. They had been on the same funeral, a funeral for an older man whose two sons were the target of Manon, and his new wife was assigned to Lucas. He remembered it like it was yesterday as they stood gaping, staring at each other in the church when the priest did his thing.

A smile appeared on his lips at the memory. Back then, it had been the shock of his life but now it was a fun thing to remind him how small the world was. They were going to meet at their usual bar, and Lucas had actually seen a few pictures of the blue eyed God in just that bar when he googled his name, so maybe his luck would turn tonight. He could use that as an excuse to get pissed drunk.

Perfect. Just what he needed.

He parked his car exceptionally well considering the storm raging outside. It was only 6pm, but the sky was pitched black. He gave the car window a good, long stare before he forced himself to get the door open. The few meters from the car to the door of the building he lived in felt like a mile and his clothes was drenched in rain as he stumbled inside, muttering angrily to himself.

Stupid ass weather. He was going to kick its ass.

His older neighbour greeted him from the stairs and Lucas threw up his hand in a reply, he didn’t really feel like speaking until he was in comfortable, warm, dry clothes. And a beer in his hand. Maybe a joint between his lips. Ah. Perfect.

Pulling on his sweatpants like his life depended on it, he hurried towards his bed. Where the magic happens, as his best friend Yann dramatically put it when he visited Lucas new apartment for the first time. Well, where his hand happened. Or, another correction, where his hand was supposed to happen. But how no matter how much he tried, what type of porn he put on, he couldn’t get those stupid fucking blue eyes out of his head long enough to concentrate on jerking off, and there was no way he was going to pleasure himself thinking of his next assignment to kill.

Fucking hell.

Eliott really got the best of him. He needed to get rid of this guy fast, so he could get back to his normal routines, so his body could see some hot, big tits chick on his phone screen and think that’s hot! and not but it’s not him. How was this even possible? He hadn’t even met the guy!

In conclusion, his visit to the bed was unsuccessful. Lucas groaned loudly, burying his face in his pillow. He couldn’t wait to get drunk. A week from now Eliott would be dead and Lucas would be rich and he’d get the fuck out of Paris. He’d bring Yann, Basile and Arthur and they’d go to Amsterdam, or something. Find a nice penthouse apartment where they could throw the best parties in Netherlands, bring the best people and smoke a ridiculous amount of weed.

Lucas phone rang. He glanced over at the screen the name of his best friend staring back at him. Yann would know if he ignored him, that guy could read him like a book.

“Yep”, he answered as he put the phone to his ear.

“We going out tonight?”

“Uh-uh. Manon, Mika and Emma too.”

Yann went quiet for a moment. “Emma?”

“Dude. It was years ago, pull it together.” He gave out a light chuckle.

“Fine”, Yann sighed loudly, “only so you get get your lonely ass out there.”

Lucas laughed at him and got up to a sitting position on his bed. “Do you know a Eliott Demuary?” he asked. That wouldn’t hurt, Yann didn’t know he did for a living. Lucas wanted to tell him badly, but he wasn’t going to risk his best friend’s life only to have someone to talk murder with, that would be dumb. Yann wasn’t stupid though, and Lucas suspected he had a slight suspicion of what he did during his days; not that he’d ever tell him, or that Yann would ever get it confirmed.

“Of course”, Yann replied and Lucas almost choked on his own spit.

Okay. That wasn’t the answer he expected at all. It took a few moment for him to pull himself back together and hide the sudden excitement in his voice as he tried to sound as carefree as possible. “Aha”, he said and shrugged, “how’s that?”

“Why are you asking?” Yann was hesitating.

Fuck. Maybe he didn’t sound as carefree as he thought. “You know, just saw a picture of him.”

“Yeah, he went to our school…”

Lucas frowned. “What? No?”

He imagined Yann nodding from the other line. “Yeah, he did. Literature, I think, not sure. Don’t you remember, everyone was talking about him?”

Lucas did definitely not remember, because there was no way he could forget a face like that. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah!” Yann exclaimed, “are you? Ladies were fighting to get into his pants.”

“Shit.” How did he manage to miss this? Lucas shook his head, no, it didn’t matter. Now he had a way in to complete his assignment and he should be very happy for that since Eliott apparently didn’t want to be found. “Cool. Awesome. Nice. I mean, have you met him recently?”

Yann was silent for a moment. “Are you crushing on Demuary?”

Lucas gasped. “Excuse me? I am not!”

“I don’t blame you. He’s hot and- Oh, sorry, forgot you’re still hiding in the closet.”

Lucas pouted and wished Yann was standing in front of him so he could shove a middle finger up his face. Yann knew he was - or maybe was? He wasn’t really sure himself - gay. A little gay. Just a tiny little bit. Like, dick is nice and all and titties isn’t as nice. Which, in conclusion meant; a little gay. “Unfair”, he told him, “was just asking.”

He could hear Yann moving around. “Well, haven’t met him in a while but I’ve seen him in town a few times. Seriously Lu-Lu, you didn’t know he went to our school?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I wouldn’t forget a face like that. I mean, Yann, have you seen him?”

His best friend laughed. “Yeah, I have. How about you spend some time crying over a picture of Eliott and I come over with some beer?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great. I’ll be over in 45.”

Lucas ended the call without saying good bye. He had no time to waste when he only had 45 minutes to google some more information about this mysterious man, who apparently went to their school. Did that mean Eliott knew who he was? No, that would be impossible. If he hadn’t seen Eliott, Eliott hadn’t seen him.

He found an instagram account. With a stupid fucking riddle to solve. It took Lucas longer than he chose to admit to figure out the name of Eliott’s second account, but when he did; it was absolutely worth it. A majority of his posts were black and white art. It looked like doodles but there was real talent behind it.

Too bad he was going to kill the guy, he would really want to hear the stories about the numerous posts of raccoons. A short video caught his attention; Eliott in a black hoodie, staring into the camera with his lips pressed together and his hair in a soft mess on his head. He zoomed slowly until there was nothing else than his left eye covering the screen. Lucas found himself sighing, feeling like an absolute jerk about having to end this, clearly well liked and talented young man’s life.

Most of Lucas’ targets were old men. Rapists, embezzlement criminals or other scandals more often than not involving money. He’d never really felt bad about killing them, a lot of them deserved to die. Lucas never stayed to see if his job was finished after poisoning his targets; he learned early on that it was way easier to get caught that way. Instead, he showed up a few days later, or watched the news if his target was someone famous or well-known.

But Eliott. He couldn’t believe this man had done anything to deserve to die. 50k was a lot of money and the higher the prize, the worse the crime. That’s how it usually went, anyways.

And in that moment, trying to pause the video just when Eliott zoomed in on his eyes, Lucas fucked up. He liked the video. Panicking, he yelped, a high pitched noise he’d be embarrassed to even try to describe, and got up from his bed fast enough to make his vision blur. As a first reaction his brain thought of the brilliant idea to throw the phone away from him to keep him from making more mistakes, but then he realised that shit, he need to unlike the video before Eliott noticed. He stumbled after the phone, tripping over a shirt on the floor and hit his toe in the foot of the bed at the same time. Ignoring the pain radiating through his body, he reached over the bed in panic and clicked on the red heard so fast and intensely that he accidentally disliked and liked it again.

Lucas wanted to scream. With an surprisingly steady hand, he finally managed to to unlike the video and sank down on the floor with a loud groan of disappointment. Shit. What the hell. Being subtle wasn’t his best personality trait, obviously.

Eliott had a lot of followers, someone liking his video wouldn’t matter, right? That was, of course, if his theory that Eliott didn’t know who he was, was correct. Lucas considered blocking him but quickly threw that idea aside; the video was worth seeing a few more times.

The doorbell rang. Yann. Had it been 45 minutes already? Apparently it had, because Yann was standing with a big grin and beer in both hands as Lucas opened the door, still sweaty and his heart beating like crazy in his chest.

“You look like you just ran a marathon. Which I know you wouldn’t.”

“Fuck you”, Lucas smirked at him, giving him a helping hand with the beer. “I accidentally liked one of Eliott Demaury’s posts on instagram. It was stressful.”

Yann let out a snort. “When he sees it, he’ll show up with flowers and a ring and propose right here, I’m calling it.”

“I unliked it. And liked it again. And then unliked it again.”

“Even I am slightly embarrassed for you now”, Yann laughed, “let’s drink to forget about it.”

Lucas smirk grew, it sounded like a good plan. Little did he know, forget about it was the least he would do that night.

#skam france #skam france fanfic #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #soaring light #elu #elu fanfic #elu fic #skam france fic #yayyyyyyy chapter one

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kiliinstinct · 5 years

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Like a Trojan: Prt 2

Small funny Fairy Tail One-Shot. Modern AU. Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy Rated: T for .. questionable shopping items.

The Little bit of Humor I wanted to get out of my head is getting a little bit expanded. But this time, around- I’m making it interactive! This is part two of the little funny I wrote, but for my next part- I want YOU lovely readers to help me decide what comes next!

If you reblog- please put in the tags, or send me an ask/im the form below. Based on what is submitted will decide what happens next in Prt 3! Sound fun? I hope so!

So, to help be a part of this stories’ fate- just tell me these following things:

Character Perspective: (1st chapter was in Natsu’s and the second in Levy’s- who’s next?)

Event: Describe an idea that you think should happen in this chapter. I.e. Lucy and natsu’s first phone conversation? Natsu runs into Lucy at HER work? Come up with your own!

Yes Or No, should Natsu: and Lucy interact next chapter?:

If answered yes, how?

Other: (if you have any other ideas/requests for this story that wasn’t mentioned above- put here)

There is only one rule for this: No tragic/heavy angst ideas. This story is meant to be a comedy!

Part 1 | Part 3

“The Grocery store? You went and dragged me here?” The voice was agitated, laced with a sense of incredulity and disappointment. “This ain’t what I was expecting when you said you needed my assistance, Shrimp.”

Levy Mcgarden, local known ‘shrimp’ and bookworm, certainly wasn’t having it. Not with that attitude. Eyes scanning her list of items to grab, the blue-haired woman shuffled through her bag for a pen, ready to tick off any item she acquired and swiftly began her trek through the store with cart in both her hands. Her companion, a much taller man with metal studs covering his face, followed with exaggerated stomps in his steps. He may ACT as if he didn’t want to be there, but oh, she knew better. She could ask her boyfriend to take her to an Ice Rink wearing a pink hat and mittens and he’d do it; grumbling all the way. “The sparkling water I need is always on a high shelf, can you get the raspberry flavor for me?”

“Why would I- “ Gajeel, grunting his agitation while a thick arm moved to do just as asked, lifted a studded brow and stared at her. Was she ignoring his first question? “Whatever, you owe me for this, shortie.”

“Quit calling me names and I’ll buy you a treat!~” Was her answer, fingers tapping a rhythm on the handle as she thanked him. Always eager to help no matter what was said. It was one of the many reasons she enjoyed her time with him. Gajeel’s actions had always spoke louder than his words, after all. Winking, she continued to push her cart along to find the rest of her list. “And no, I don’t mean whatever you’re perverted mind was thinking of- I’m meaning a snack!”

“Hey! I wasn’t thinkin’ a damn thing!” He barked, sounding offended despite the telltale marks of red crossing his cheeks. Levy sighed, grinning at her tiny win as she crossed a box of tea leaves off her list. “Uh huh-” Levy monotoned, ticking a few more items off, “Then what WERE you thinking when I called you to come meet me at my apartment, hmm? You certainly looked WAY too disappointed by the sight of Lucy answering my door to be expecting anything else you pervert.”

“Oh please, I just thought you dyed your hair and suddenly grew a foot, easy mistake.”

“Ah!” A pause, the cart squealing to a stop as Levy grit her teeth and turned to face the man. Did he seriously just- she couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to walk into that. Just when she felt she was getting the upper hand too! “Supid, stupid, Gajeel- are you trying to say I magically got HAIR Extensions too?!”

“Stranger things have happened.” The smug smirk was enough to make her stomp her foot in consternation. How dare he! Fixing him with a stern stare, Levy’s ire only grew when he chuckled, clearly not intimidated.

“You’re impossible.” She grumbled, returning her attention to her grocery list. Focus, focus- they didn’t need to cause a scene with his brand of flirting right in the middle of the aisle, did they? A squeak of surprise erupted from her when Gajeel’s arm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her against his back as he hunched over her.

The smaller woman couldn’t deny how the sudden action had made her heart jump into her throat and cheeks flame as bright as a traffic light. Especially when his annoying laughter lowered a few octaves and rumbled against the shell of her ear.

“Gihee- I might be, but maybe I can show ya’ JUST how impossible I really am once I get your ass home-” A suggestive squeeze along her hip and a nip to her ear put Levy immediately into a mode that certainly wasn’t made for public spaces. Swallowing thickly, she wriggled herself from his arms and lightly tapped his stomach with her elbow.

“Gajeel! Not in public, you jerk!” She hissed, putting space between them. The roar of his laughter called forth many a stare and Levy was certain her body had warmed up to producing steam. “B-besides, -” She managed while pulling her crumbled nerves back together again, “Lucy’s staying the night: we can’t.”

The dark-haired man’s laughter died off, jaw dropping as he stared, “What?! Then what was th’point in bringing me along if you were having one of yer damned girly nights?!”

“Maybe I wanted to spend some time with you, stupid!” “Oh.” His face reverted right back to its earlier bluster and Levy took a mental moment to celebrate. That’s right, big guy- you can make your pervy innuendos all you want, but the moment I say something sweet, you’re PUTTY in my hands so EAT IT.

Obviously, he couldn’t read her mind, but he definitely got the point when she smirked imperiously and began her trek back through the aisles again. Some onlookers might think they were arguing, but the banter was all part of their dynamic. She had fun with it. So did he. It was just how they worked. Though, the offsetting silence that followed only made the both of them all too aware of the elevator type music echoing through the small store.

How do the cashiers not fall asleep here? She wondered to herself, not for the first time. Levy had been coming to this corner store for years, ever since she had moved in the apartment complex a few blocks down. It was nearby and hardly ever packed by other customers. Absolutely perfect for when she needed to just get in and get out with her groceries.

Although, the last time she needed items, her best friend Lucy had gone to get them instead. Quite the questionable material, in fact- and the moment her blonde friend had returned, cheeks bright red and chest heaving from a lack of air, the blonde had quickly informed Levy that she would never, ever, go out and buy a thing for her ever again.

‘Oh, come on Lu, it wasn’t THAT bad was it?’ She had asked- accepting her bag of items with ease. It wasn’t as if she had asked for the condoms for a fun romp with Gajeel, after all- (No seriously, it hadn’t been!) They were needed for a prank, a PRANK! … .If said prank so happened to be against the very man she often slept with anyway, well- that was merely coincidence.

‘It wasn’t bad, it was HORRIBLE. You can’t make me go there ever again, Levy!’ And still, not three weeks later, the smaller girl hadn’t learned the true story of what happened that day. Save a few, small details.

“So, why’s blondie over at your place again anyway?” Ah, casual conversation- a great way to break through those pesky silences. Levy mentally decided to buy him his favorite cookies for that. (Then again, she already had those on the list.) Shrugging, she ticked the last of her items and began the process of weaving her way back to the front of the store.

“She’s convinced the police will be knocking on her door any day now.” She replied, nose crunching together as she thought it over. “I keep telling her she’s fine, but she gets oddly paranoid about those things.”

Gajeel’s confusion was clear- as well as completely understood. “Ya’ wanna provide context for that, shortie?”

A huff and a glare was sent his way, only to be met by a smirk and Levy threw a hand into the air to wave his question off. “Something about stealing some woman’s groceries and a stolen twenty? I don’t know, she got all flustered and embarrassed and didn’t give me all the details.”

“Huh, never thought she’d have it in her to steal something…”

She paused, brows scrunching together before her gaze slid back towards her boyfriend, “You’re still at the academy, no threatening to arrest her.”

“Pfft, don’t take my fun away.” It looked like an entirely new banter was about to start, with Levy lifting a finger to prod it into Gajeel’s arm, frowning in mock consternation, but no further words could escape her mouth. Stepping out towards the registers seemed the equivalent to a gate opening and letting forth a whirlwind the two of them had not been expecting.

That whirlwind being in the form of a pink-haired Cashier, fists slamming down his ‘register closed’ sign as he practically leaped over the bagging area and stomped his way straight towards them; the employee apron slipped off in a smooth motion, quickly being flung over his shoulder like an old, forgotten towel. Levy took an instinctive step back as his intensely focused eyes drilled into hers and barely noticed her boyfriend tense up and immediately move on the defensive.

“Hey, pal, the hell do ya you’re doing-” the cashier ignored him, pointing towards Levy with wide eyes.

“You’re Levy, right?! Blue hair, talking about stolen groceries and a twenty?!” Brown eyes widened and the stunned woman stared, unsure of how to respond. How did he- how did he know her name?!

“Don’t you ignore me, twerp- back off from my girl!” Muscles bulged as Gajeel moved to step between them- eyes narrowed and voice turning into a dangerous growl. One that meant business, but the boy merely leaned his head over to keep his eyes trained on her with a stubborn curiosity that matched her own when she found a book she adored.

“Are you or are ya’ not the chick who sent a blonde here a coupl’a weeks ago to buy her TROJANS?!”

The whirlwind suddenly turned into a loud echo that left every person in the store turning to look back at the trio and Levy felt her entire body grow still while all her blood focused on her face. Traffic lights paled in comparison. Gajeel, just as stunned, turned his head to look back at her and raised a brow.

“He talkin’ about those condom balloons you filled with glitter all over my apartment?” He asked numbly.

Levy Mcgarden had a realization in that very moment. “W-wait a moment- you can’t just, erm- eh?!”

Lucy was right! I’m never coming here AGAIN!

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xwing-baby · 7 years

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Psh Soulmates?! (Part Four)

Pairings/Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester, OC Wilson

Word Count: 1496

Series Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human-hating, spiteful archangel?

Part Summary: You wake up in a field in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but a slip of paper in your pocket. The only word on the paper? Winchester.

A/N: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s me actually posting something for once?! Oh my god, what a turn of events. SO many people have been asking for a part four, to which I am very greatful for, I hope I did this part justice haha ENJOY xoxo

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Part One -- Part Two-- Part Three

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Blue sky. Warm air. White clouds.

Long grass. Cars in the distance and birdsong floating through the air.

Alive.

I shot up. Quickly I ran my hands over myself. Still had my head, hair, legs, boobs, all of which were completely unharmed. What the hell happened? I was dead- or I should have been anyway. I looked closely at my once broken arm, more shocked than anything that there was no scar or anything at all. It was like none of it actually happened.

It was so hot, had to be near 100 degrees if not more, and the jeans and jacket I was wearing only multiplied the heat. I chucked the jacket off, not really caring where it went. I just needed it off. As I chucked the jacket, a small white slip of paper fell out the pocket. Curious to what it was, and also for the sake of not littering, I picked it up. One the front, written in black ink was one word. Winchester. I had no idea what it meant, I knew I hadn’t had it the last time I could really remember anything, so whatever had happened this must be important.

My first priority had to be water. My mouth was drier than the Sahara desert and from the headache I had I knew I wouldn’t be any good without some water at least. I had to find some kind of civilisation. A drink of water, a bathroom and maybe even someone to tell me what the hell Winchester meant? So, I started walking. At first I decided to walk towards the car sounds, sure enough there was a round but no one stopped. I had to keep walking, who knows how far it was to the next town or if I was even going the right way?

It was hot. Too hot. I’d tied my jacket on my head in some attempt at keeping my neck from the burning sun but it just made me sweatier. I needed to find somewhere soon or I was surely going to die out here. I had no idea how long I’d been walking or where in the world I was but it seemed that luck had suddenly turned in my favour as a shed like building peeked out of mirage. With sudden energy, I ran towards it- hoping it wasn’t just a dilapidated old farmer’s barn.

Again, luck was with me. It was an old western style saloon/gas station. An odd mixture but I was glad to see it none the less. There were two cars parked outside and music playing inside. Thank god! I could finally get a drink of water and find out what the hell Winchester meant.

Inside, the bar was filled with dark wood, from floor to ceiling. There was a bar in front of the door with the wall behind covered in glasses, liquor bottles and vintage wanted posters. Four red velvet stools sat in front of it, all with faded seats from years of use. Nearest the door was a small, very out of place, stack of white plastic shelves with candy and some car repair kits. None of which looked like it’d been picked up in a while. Further into the bar there were a few tables and five booth style tables covered the walls on the opposite side under the net curtain covered windows. A jukebox sat next to the end of the bar, playing a song I didn’t recognise. There were two men in the entire place. One sat hunched over a table on one side of the room, facing away from the door, and another much larger man behind the bar, reading something on his phone. His tongue was stuck out in concentration as he read. Neither of the men seemed to notice me enter.

“Uh excuse me,” I spoke up as I walked over to the bar. The man behind, looked up with a angry look but it quickly softened as he realised I wasn’t a threat.

“Hello ma’am, you alright?” His soft voice completely through me off- completely contradicting his tough exterior look.

“Um, not really. I was wandering if you could help,” I unfolded the piece of paper and handed it to him, “Do you know that name at all?”

“Oi! Wilson, come ‘ere,” The barman hollered across the room to the only other person in here. A short, ginger haired man, currently nursing a bottle of beer. The ginger looked over and raised an eyebrow. “Come look this,”

“How’d you get that name?” The ginger asked as he snatched the paper from my hands..

“I- I don’t know, I woke up on the side of the road with it in my hand,”

“And you can’t remember nothin’?”

“No, the last thing I remember was being at home,”

“And where is home?” Wilson asked.

“Um, Newcastle Wyoming,” I said, praying that I was actually just a few towns over and not in the middle of nowhere like I thought. However, Wilson’s confused look completely destroyed that notion.

“And you don’t know how you got here?”

“I don’t really know where here is to be honest,” I shrugged, laughing a little bit.

“You’re in New Orleans,” Wilson said giving me a suspicious look.

“What!” I exclaimed, starting to panic now, “That’s thousands of miles away! How the hell did I get here?”

“Calm down, miss. I understand you’re freaked out but we have an easy solution,”

“Yeah?! And what the hell would that be?”

“Well, someone obviously wanted you to see the Winchesters. So, we’ll give them a call- I’ve got a favour to call in with them anyway, it’ll be easy,”

“Who even are they?”

“Hunters,”

“Hunters? Like those guys that go shoot deer? I don’t think they’re really going to help me,”

“No these guys are special. Just wait here I’ll give them a call. Thomas give the girl a drink she’s obviously shaken up,”

As much as I would like to have denied the offer, I was actually very thirsty and gulped the glass down in seconds. And rather scared too. The last thing I remember was being with Lucifer in my home in Wyoming, then something happened. I know it. I can remember a pain but not how it happened, why it happened. It was all just a dark fuzzy spot in my memory. What the hell had happened to me?

I couldn’t exactly tell Wilson about it. ‘Oh yeah, Lucifer was at my house. We watched TV it was great’- No! Of course I couldn’t. I’d be whisked away to the nearest mental hospital quicker than I can say Lucifer. I had to keep quiet about it. Especially to those special hunters. God knows what that meant.

A few hours past and finally a car pulled up in the front. Two men walked out from the shiny black car, both looked tired and worn. Both had guns not so well hidden in the backs of their jeans and the handle of something was sticking out of the taller one’s back pocket. As they walked in Wilson stopped trying to make small talk and Thomas stopped to stare.

“Ah! Boys over here!” Wilson stood up and waved over the two men that walked in the bar. Both were tall, muscular and looked very similar. Obviously brothers. “Boys, this is Y/n L/n. Y/n this is Sam and Dean Winchester,”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled shyly. I’d heard Lucifer complaining about some Winchesters’ before, always messing things up for him, and I prayed that these two were not the same ones. That would surely lead to a messy end.

“Wilson why’d you call us out here. We’re not lost and found for lost girls,” The shortest of the pair, Dean, said sharply. Sam gabbed him in the side and smiled over at me.

“What can we do to help?”

“Well, boys I don’t really know what to say. We was minding our own business in ‘ere, when this little Missy walks in. Ain’t nobody going to be walking here in this heat? The last place she knew she was in Wyoming! So when she showed me that scrap of paper with your names on it, I thought this might just be all your kind of crazy,”

“We do do crazy,” Dean agreed with a laugh, “Wilson do you mind if we talk to Y/n for a moment. Try and figure out what to do next,”

“Sure, just give me a shout if you want anything,” Wilson said as he pushed himself up on the table to stand, then hobbled towards the bar across the room, where Thomas was still stood watching as he polished a glass.

Sam and Dean came and sat down at the table, sitting opposite me. I watched them carefully, not entirely sure what they were going to do. These were special hunters after all. For all I know I could be looking at my two murderers right now!

“So can you tell us what you last remember Y/n?” Sam said calmly but firmly.

“Um, well I remember being at home with Lu- my friend,” I quickly stopped myself and corrected myself. Dean gave me an odd look but didn’t say a word.

“Your home in Wyoming?” Sam confirmed.

“Yes,”

“Do you remember talking to anyone other than that?”

“No,”

“And was there anything odd about your friend?” Dean asked, following on from his brother.

“I’m sorry but what does that have to how I got here?” I was tired and scared. I didn’t have time for stupid questions.

“Just some standard questions, okay. I understand you’re upset but we just want to help,”

“Did you notice any odd smells, any electronics going weird or anything like that?” Dean continued.

“No!” I exclaimed, I knew exactly what they were implying had happened to me. Those twenty-four hours spent trying to track down demons made me learn a lot. These ‘hunters’ were the exact ones the Lucifer was on about. These had to be The Winchesters! I had to get out of there, “Look obviously you’re not going to be any help if you think I was possessed by a fucking demon!” I shouted, standing up suddenly from my chair, letting it scrape loudly against the wooden floor.

The bar went quiet. All four men in the room stared at me, no one moved. Realising what I’d said I did the only thing I could think of.

Run.

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thrashton · 5 years

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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 eyes staring at him from the assignment in his hands, and the charming, mysterious boy they belonged to. Who wanted him dead, and why? Chapter summary: Lucas is forced to lie to Yann again, and Eliott is throwing a party which is bound to change Lucas’ life.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Lucas wasn’t sure if he was supposed to laugh or cry when Yann told him he was too good for Eliott. He eventually chose the first, because that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

He, Lucas Lallemant, too good for someone like Eliott Demaury? Yeah, right. Like anyone would ever believe that.

“That’s dumb”, Lucas told Yann, because that was the only words his brain could come up with while trying to understand how the hell he could be too good for Eliott. Impossible. Was Yann sick, did he hit his head, did he-?

“It isn’t”, Yann shrugged, interrupting his thoughts, “I’m just saying he had a wild past.”

That innocent comment caught Lucas attention. “How do you mean?” he asked carefully, not sure he wanted to hear the answer, but everything to could bring him closer to the echoing why and who wanted Eliott dead, was worth hearing. Maybe Yann was right, maybe Eliott was a terrible person. Lucas had met the guy - what, twice? and already thought he knew him. He didn’t, obviously. Thinking they had some kind of connection just because they were both terrible at flirting - if that was what Eliott was doing - was just stupid of Lucas.

“Don’t know”, Yann said carelessly, not at all realizing how important this was to Lucas. “Drugs, I guess. Heard he was abused by his ex.”

“Abused?” Lucas’ voice was sharp, suddenly absolutely ready to cut a bitch if it was needed. That was something he was very good at, considering.

“Don’t be his knight on a horse, alright? He’s a big boy, Lucas.”

Lucas rolled his eyes at his friend. “I’m just curious.”

“Yeah, well. I heard Lucille, you know her, right? wasn’t very nice to him.”

Yeah, Lucas knew Lucille. Everyone knew Lucille. He hadn’t, on the other hand, heard that she dated Eliott. Apparently he had been living under a rock for the past years.

“Did she hit him?”

“Not that I know, I think it was more psychological”, Yann hummed, “but I only hear rumours, you know.”

“What are the rumours then?”

Yann raised his brows at him, crossing his arms over his chest as they stood in the kitchen at Lucas’ apartment. They were supposed to get something to drink, but got stuck in conversation. “That she made him believe the only one who could ever love him was her.”

Lucas felt the anger raising in his chest and he had to clench his fists. “Are you serious? Who the fuck would do-”

“Yeah. Heard she used him for his money and fame. But these are just rumours, Lu-Lu.”

“Who spread those rumours then, was it Eliott?”

Yann rolled his eyes, clearly wanting to talk about anything else than a relationship he had no business in discussing. “Paparazzis and tabloids I think. None of them said a thing about it.

“Ah”, Lucas nodded, “yeah. well, if you hear anything else alarming, please fill me in. I wanna know what I’m getting myself into.”

Yann looked at him for a long moment. “So you’re really going for it? Eliott?”

“Uh”, Lucas shrugged, “I don’t know. He invited me to a party tomorrow.”

Yann pouted. “Okay, can I bring the boys?”

“I think it was a small get-together”, Lucas hesitated, “but I can check.”

Yann was grinning at him, that smile Lucas had known for so many years. The smile that made them best friends in the first place. “I’m joking, we’re not gonna interrupt and ruin your chances.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know what else to say. A part of him was relieved, but another part of him wanted his best friends there to make sure nothing weird happen. And if they were there to watch him, he’d have a reason not to kill Eliott the next night.

“You okay?”

Lucas met his searching gaze. “Yeah, why are you asking?”

His best friend refused to let his eyes go and it made Lucas uncomfortable. There was nothing he hated more than lying to Yann, and he knew he was going to have to do that if his best friend pressed him further for a truthful answer.

“You seen a bit… stressed? Nervous? No, wait. On edge.”

Lucas huffed. “I’m not on edge.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“What’s up with you, anyways? You also-”

“No, changing the subject won’t work.”

Lucas rolled his eyes, trying to look as dramatic as he possibly could. Yann didn’t seem to bite. “Fine”, he admitted, “yes, I’m a little on edge. Can we move on?”

“Why?”

“It’s just… can we move on?”

A long sigh slipped past Yann’s lips and Lucas did feel bad for not being able to tell him oh yeah, it’s because I gotta kill this guy real quick or I’m in deep shit.

Yann finally seemed to accept his faith. “Fine, but seriously, Lucas. Please talk to me if anything’s up.”

“You know I will.”

Yann didn’t seem so sure about that, but to Lucas’ surprise he didn’t say anything else. The rest of the night they spent together, they played FIFA in silence. Lucas felt like the worst friend in the world.

The music was loud from inside. When Eliott said a small get-together, he was definitely lying. It sounded like everyone over the age of 20 was inside Eliott’s penthouse apartment, Because, of course he had a penthouse apartment. Lucas didn’t know why he expected anything else; he was rich and famous in the modeling world.

Was he supposed to ring the bell? To knock? No one was going to hear him. Lucas felt the sweat gather in his forehead and he ran the back of his hand to wipe it away. He’d spent about 35 minutes trying to fix his hair before deciding it looked shit anyways and washed the wax out. He went with the logic that if someone hadn’t seen him with wax, they wouldn’t know how he looked and would assume this was his normal look.

Which is also was.

Lucas let his hand hover above the handle for a few seconds, then the door was forcefully pushed open and two people, a man and a woman, stumbled out with laughs bubbling out from their bodies. It was 10pm and Lucas knew he was late. He had to convince himself for three hours that he should just go and not stay home.

The door was left open and he stepped into the dull lit hallway. The music was blasting, and to his surprise it wasn’t dubstep. It was Nirvana. A Nirvana remix perhaps, but still . It made his heart beat a little faster.

The hallway was about the size of half of Lucas’ apartment, and he carefully took his shoes off before stepping in.

He spotted Eliott immediately. Or well, it was extremely hard to miss. Eliott was standing on a table in his living room, arms towards the ceiling and singing along to the song playing. Below him on the floor, his friends were cheering him on.

Eliott’s eyes were closed shut, but as soon as he blinked around the room, their eyes met. An adorable, big grin spread across his face and Lucas’ couldn’t help but blush. God, he looked beautiful. It didn’t seem like he spent any time fixing his hair either, his locks living their own life on his head.

He was wearing a half buttoned up shirt and Lucas had to force himself to not let his eyes wander because it was absolutely too early and too crowded for his body to react to react to Eliott’s bare, sweaty chest.

He swallowed thickly. THen Eliott was on him. He threw his hands around his neck in a loud laugh. “Lucas! I didn’t think you’d come!”

“Of course I would”, Lucas breathed out against his neck. Eliott shivered and Lucas did his best to think it was because of something else than his hot breath against his soft skin- okay. Stop.

“Only three hours too late?”

“Four, almost”, Lucas grinned and Eliott placed his hand on his neck, softly running his thumb down his hairline. Now it was Lucas’ time to shiver.

Eliott smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Come on, I have a few shots prepared just for you.”

“Really?”

Eliott kept the smirk on his face as he grabbed his hand, leading him past the crowds in the hallway to the kitchen.

He wasn’t joking when he said he had the shots prepared. Four of them, each in a different light color, was standing on the counter. In front of them, a note was visibly placed.

RESERVED FOR LUCAS L - TOUCH AND YOU’RE OUT

“Almost aggressive”, Lucas laughed softly and Eliott straightened his back. He looked rather proud of what he had created and Lucas couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.

“Gotta do what I gotta do. Worked hard for these.”

“I bet”, Lucas laughed, “no one wants to be thrown out from Eliott Demaury’s party, what a disgrace.”

“You’re just mocking me”, Eliott pouted.

“Maybe”, Lucas admitted. “Did I miss anything tonight?”

Eliott shook his head. “No, not really. Was mostly waiting for you to arrive.”

Lucas met his eyes and there was no way to stop the slight smile spreading on his face. “You didn’t.”

“I swear”, he replied, voice soft.

Lucas didn’t know what else he supposed to say, so he just shrugged, still not able to wipe the stupif smile off his face. “May I?” he asked, nodding at the alcohol.

Eliott gestured towards the shots and Lucas took that as a yes. He downed them all in a row, trying his absolute hardest not to pull a face as the strong alcohol his his throat. He wasn’t weak.

Eliott was watching him so intensely Lucas thought he was going to melt through the floor. His eyes dropped from Lucas’, down to his lips as he darted his tongue out to get the last drip of the pink, candy flavoured shot. Eliott followed the movement.

It wasn’t because of the alcohol Lucas was having trouble breathing now.

“Eli!” someone yelled, and suddenly the moment was over.

Eliott looked up over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“There’s paparazzi outside!”

A tall, remotely handsome guy stepped up in between them like he hadn’t even acknowledged Lucas’ presence. He clenched his jaw.

“Ignore them”, Eliott waved his hand at his friend, “if you see them coming in, please let me know.”

“Sure. They were asking for your party but I saw the cameras.”

“Sneaky”, Eliott grinned, “thanks, Joel.”

“No worries.”

The tall guy - Joel - waited for a few more minutes, looking like he wanted to say something else but then changed his mind. With a forced smile, he left the kitchen just as fast as he arrived.

“Sorry”, Eliott said. Lucas didn’t know why.

“No worries”, he shrugged, “tough famous life?”

Eliott pulled a face. “I’m not gonna complain but… some privacy is nice.”

Lucas reached for an unopened bottle of beer standing next to the shots. He had no idea who it belonged to, but Eliott didn’t seem to mind him taking it. “They always gotta know who your next girlfriend is gonna be?”

Eliott huffed, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah.”

“Is that why you and Lucille broke up?” Lucas didn’t know why the hell he let that question pass his lips. Eliott stared at him, a flash of hurt across his face. Lucas regretted asking immediately. “Because of the fame?”

“No”, he said shortly, “it wasn’t because of that.“

"Oh. I mean-”

“Here, can you take my drink? I’ll be back soon.” Eliott cut him off.

Lucas said nothing as Eliott placed his drink in his hand, forced a short smile to him and made his way back to the living room.

Lucas swallowed thickly. Fuck, he really was stupid. Glancing down at the drink in his hand, Lucas knew what he was supposed to do. He knew he was being incredibly oblivious; not killing Eliott could risk his own life, and the life of the people he loved. He couldn’t take any risks over a boy he barely knew.

He couldn’t.

Lucas let out a shaky breath and looked over his shoulder. There was no one else in there with him. He knew he had to.

His fingers were shaking way too much as he reached down his pocket, fishing up the two small pills. He hesitated, fingers hovering over Eliott’s drink. Fragments of Eliott’s smile, his intense eyes, played through his mind and Lucas thought he was going absolutely fucking insane. There was no fucking way he could feel something like this so soon-

He dropped the pills.

He dropped the pills and then Eliott entered the room again, greeting him with a big smile as he took his drink back, thanking him for keeping it safe.

He had dropped the pills and Eliott saw nothing as the poison dispersed in his glass.

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sundaynightnovels · 5 years

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how my OCs would stand up to bullies

tw: bullying; harsh language

(note: the bully used in all scenarios is the same)

i think this is a pretty deep look into my characters, and i’m tagging my tag list in it in case they want to get a better insight, but please, look at the trigger warnings and if you don’t want to read it, don’t. it’s fine with me. @cabaretofwords @inked-waves @latechickadee @kidsarentallwrite @insearchof-solace @kaigods

zhen:

would probably not be bothered at all by it, would either completely disregard the person or, if pushed too far, would start spouting her usual nonsense and accusations & get the bully flustered and confused, and she’s also thick-skinned enough to be doing all of this extremely loud and dramatically (as she is wont to do) in a way that will draw all eyes to their interaction and the bully would run off in shame

bully: what are you doing? what the hell do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

zhen: yea, well, because people have individuality you know? i got my own style of doing things and you have your own and i’m sure you understand what i’m talking about, like i ain’t going to be caught dead wearing that little tight shirt-hot shorts combi that you’re going for right now, or how you won’t ever be seen wearing a loose shirt and slacks like i am right now. that’s individuality, and this is the problem with capitalism today! the economic market is seeping away our freedom of choice by bombarding us with the same items on the racks and on magazines and expecting us to follow suit! where has the art in life gone to? why are we forced into tiny little boxes and made to wear the same uncomfortable suits in order to move on in life? is this not what you’re forcing upon me right now? are you not perpetuating the government’s conspiracy of moulding their citizens into like-minded paper cut-outs of one another without any mode for freedom? is this what you’re trying to do to me?? i know, i’ve finally figured it out now! you are a spy for the government! how dare you come in here and assert your power on the common man just like that? we as a society will not accept you in our arms! be gone, you oppressor of man! and let us live in peace!

shou:

he probably won’t understand that he’s getting bullied / misunderstand it (because he’s an all-round nice guy who thinks the best of people), and so he just kind of rolls with it. he’d most likely not agree with the bully’s way of speaking / doing things, and he’ll begin a long monologue pondering about the ways of speaking and what it entails and implies and the bully would probably not know how to respond

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

shou: i don’t understand why you are confused, i am merely doing my job, as we all are right now, are we not? as tools of the working society, we are meant to toil long hours in our respective roles to complete tasks that are assigned to us. if you have not realised that, i’m not particularly sure what you have been doing this whole time. also, i don’t like your tone too much. i don’t think there’s a need for you to insult my intelligence. perhaps it is your usual way of speaking, coarse and harsh and unwittingly insulting to the recipient, yet i have heard you speak, sweet and amiably, to others. maybe you are upset by something that i have done, in which case i don’t think you have actually told me exactly what i have done wrong. the way that you speak doesn’t help your case because it doesn’t target the root problem at hand. especially, the insult that you have tagged onto your words is extremely unpleasant. perhaps you could rephrase your words so that i could better understand it, though to be honest i’m not too sure if i want to keep engaging in conversation with you because you seem to be an unkind character. ah, i see, i think i have made my decision. please do not engage with me any further.

lu:

ah he’s such a little kid, but he’d be pretty mature when it comes to dealing with bullies. he -- similar to zhen -- just won’t bother with them, because there’s no point in playing along with them, is there? he’s a smart child, he knows there’s no point because they won’t stop anyway (not unless someone they deem as superior to them speaks up). he might get affected by their words, but he won’t show it on his face and he’ll act like he’s unconcerned, even if he might crawl under his bed and cry later in the night.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

lu: yea, okay, sure, thanks for the comments i never asked for. okay, bye.

yu (f):

oh ho, she’ll get really pissed. as in, really angry, and she’s the type prone to anger, so this will just make her blow her freaking top off (okay, there’s only one person she won’t fight back against, but we’re assuming of course this bully isn’t that person), and she has no qualms about being rude back to the bully. she’s also really prickly if you question her capabilities (yknow, old wounds...) so yea, she will explode, it’ll be a complete disaster and there’ll be casualties everywhere -- including herself.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

yu (f): what did you just say to me? okay, who the fuck do you think you are to be able to say that to me? what right do you have to speak to me like i’m a fucking ant under your boot? do you know how insulting and demeaning you are being right now? what the hell is your problem? so i’ve done something wrong, can’t you just tell it to me a human way? do you really have to shove someone down like this and spit insults at them like they aren’t even worthy of respect? you act like you are a saint who’s never made a single fucking mistake in life but guess what, just because you act like one doesn’t mean you are even close to being one. just because you’re stepping all over me like i’m your fucking welcome mat doesn’t mean anything gets solved. i’ve been working very hard and i’ve been trying my best, and i don’t deserve this type of treatment no matter what kind of mistakes i’ve made -- you know what, forget this. just get the hell out of here and leave me alone. i don’t need you breathing down my neck while i’m trying to finish my work right now, just... just get the hell out.

ren

he might be known to be laidback and chill, but he can’t stand injustice. unfortunately, most of the times he’ll only stand up if it’s someone else he sees being treated unjustly. he can stand up for himself, but sometimes he just chooses not to and he’ll just take it -- especially if it’s really a mistake that he has made, and he can’t really fight back about it. it’ll probably stick with him for a very, very long time though, no matter how much he’s presented to not really be too bothered.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

ren: okay, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i’ll try better next time.

teng

poor child. he might look strong and scary and fierce, but deep down inside he’s fragile and vulnerable and if someone treats him in this manner, he can’t do anything about it. he doesn’t know what to do about it. there’s probably a lot of shock and horror and shame at the bully’s initial outburst and he’ll just stand there, mortified and confused and lost, and he’ll be trying his hardest to repress his tears as he takes the insults, and he won’t know what to do because he’s still in shock, which will probably warrant another round of scoldings. but he’s a nice guy too, and even if afterwards he feels the swell of indignation rising up within him because no matter what he did, he doesn’t deserve that, especially not in front of an audience, he won’t be able to say anything back if it really is his fault anyway, and all he can do is swallow it down and try his best to move on. probably with a little bit of humour.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

teng: (keeps his head down, forces his tears back, silent)

bully: what the hell are you still standing there staring at me for? do something! are you an idiot? are you fucking useless?

jun

jun can be an asshole himself and he can be very mean and rude back to the person if he feels like it. it can go one or two ways: he can either just completely ignore the person and leave the person yammering in the background, or he’ll fight back, and he’s not one to mince words.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

jun: huh, i see. you’re that type of person, aren’t you? you’re just putting people down to boost your own ego because on the inside you’re so fragile and small that if you don’t put others down first, you’re afraid that you might get your tiny speck of pride completely shattered and you won’t be able to put yourself together after that because you’re weak and frail and you can’t do anything else but spit nonsense out of your mouth and hope that others fall before you. that’s it, isn’t it? you’re the type of person i pity the most. you’re so unfortunate, you can’t even do anything on your own. you probably don’t even have actual capabilities, yet you’re still frantically protecting your own ego like there’s anything left to protect. just looking at you makes me feel sad. if you’re seriously planning on continuing to live this way, then just get out of my sight. i don’t need someone here to spoil my appetite.

yu (m)

he really doesn’t care. he probably really, really doesn’t, and he won’t even bother with the person. he might just continue doing what he’s doing, or he might walk away just because he finds the person noisy. like, you won’t get to him with those insults. not because he’s better than that but, eh, other stuff.

jia

she is confident and assured of herself and a bully won’t get to her in that way, but if he gets too far, she will talk to him. she’s very classy about it though, and she can be a little mean if she wants to be but usually she’ll choose to take a more ‘dignified’ route because even though there’s no point in engaging with a bully, she won’t let herself get insulted like that either, especially if it’s in front of a big crowd of people.

bully: what do you think you’re doing? you’re so goddamn stupid you can’t even do this right? why the fuck are you doing it this way? what is your problem?

jia: why do you have to express it like that? no seriously, i’m asking you a legitimate question. why do you have to phrase your words in such a way that it’s cutting and insulting to the person who hears it? is there a point to that? does putting a person down like that actually help with your cause -- which, i assume, presumably is to solve a mistake that the person has made? i don’t think so. you aren’t even telling me my mistakes, except that, quote-unquote, ‘you’re so goddamn stupid’ and ‘why the fuck are you doing it this way’. what am i supposed to understand from those words? the first is a personal opinion that i couldn’t care less about, and the second doesn’t help me understand in what way, exactly, i should be doing things, and why i should be doing it that way, and most importantly, on whose authority i am abiding by to do things in that strict fashion. there is no point at all for you to be insulting someone like that, so the next thing i can ask is, does it make you feel good? honestly. does it make you feel good about yourself? do you like it when you’re degrading someone in that manner? because it certainly isn’t because you’re trying to correct someone on their wrong, because you haven’t done or said anything to help with that at all. if you’re not saying it because it makes you feel good about yourself, then why are you even saying it in the first place? i’m sure you know that such harsh words only make the recipient feel terrible, and if it doesn’t serve a purpose and it makes the other party feel bad and you get no pleasure from it, then why are you even saying things like that at all? it doesn’t make any sense. and if it makes you feel good about yourself, then i think that says a lot about you as a person in general, that you derive pleasure from degrading someone like they’re worthless. it means that you’re just not a very pleasant person in the first place. in that case, why the hell am i still talking to someone who makes me feel bad about myself -- on purpose -- and who’s generally being disruptive? please keep your comments to yourself next time, especially if they’re along the same lines as these . they do no one any good.

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thanks to @aehmwrites for dragging me back to writeblr by tagging me in this!!! (i really am planning to properly return and interact with y’all again soon.... like really. i had plans to write today!!! but that flopped because i fell asleep!!)

your 11 questions are pretty interesting, because there is a mix of personal & writing-related questions! so here it goes!

Who is your biggest role model? i really don’t know, but i think whenever this questino is asked, i always replied with rick riordan and/or taika waititi.

What are your OCs favorite foods? hmmm. Zhen isn’t particularly picky about food, but she does like sweet, tangy stuff. Lu likes anything that Zhen makes, with good reason. He also really likes meat. Shou likes tea (is that a food????) & probably desserts Ren likes cheesecake Yu(f) likes coffee (okay, maybe that’s more of a necessity... and once again, is that a food????) & she likes chicken Teng shockingly likes vegetables. People think that he’s probably a huge meat eater who’s messy and disorganised but he’s neat and he likes his greens. he doesn’t like fruits as much, though Jun hm... i don’t think he’s picky about food either, but he probably likes avocado. And tofu. Yu(m) isn’t picky about food, but he does like breakfast food. like toast, sausages, bacon, pancakes, rice porridge, beehoon, things like that Jia likes things spicy. give her all that ma la, she lives for that sort of thing!

Which OC is most afraid of the dark? i don’t think any of them are afraid of the dark, but if i had to pick... maybe lu. probably lu. he is a little kid after all.

What made you want to start a writing blog/participate in the writeblr community? well, because i didn’t have anyone to talk to about my wip and writing stuff in general irl, and when i finished my first draft of my wip last year in december, i really really wanted to talk to people about it yknow??? and no one in my life seemed particularly interested (or they didn’t think i would be receptive to talking about my own writing... which is a legitimate concern because i don’t talk about my own stuff a lot). yea, so beginning of this year, probably in like the first week of january, i was still really really pumped up about finally finishing a first draft!!! and so, in kind of a spur of the moment move, created a writeblr and started participating in a bunch of fun stuff & learning about many great wips!! i mean, it’s been a while since i properly wrote things & participated, but i’m gearing up to come back!!!! so yea!

Did you sleep with a stuffed animal as a kid? Do you still? yes, and yes. HAHA. the stuffed toy (it’s a pig... how apt for the pig year) has been with me since i was 10. i don’t need to sleep with it, like when i’m overseas i’m completely fine without it. it’s just a habit i guess. i’ve always slept with a stuffed animal.

Do you like donuts? eh.... i assume you’re a great fan of donuts, so i’m just going to smile and nod my head very, very slowly.

Do/would your OCs like donuts? shou would be flabbergasted by the flavours in his mouth, certainly. probably would have a love/hate relationship with the icing sugar on the surface that he can’t quite figure out. i don’t think zhen cares that much for donuts. at least, she doesn’t like the chocolate filling. lu would eat anything. he’s a small, growing child! ren might find it a little sweet, and it’s not something he’d usually eat, but he doesn’t mind it too much. yu(f) hates it. too sweet. she likes matcha. teng doesn’t like it because it’s too sweet for him, and he doesn’t like the sticky feeling it leaves on his teeth. also, he’s not a huge fan of bread. jun likes it enough, but not the big donuts. he prefers the small ones he can pop into his mouth while watching TV. the big ones are too messy to eat. yu(m) surprisingly likes donuts, but he pretends he doesn’t and he tries not to eat them, because once he gets started on one, he’ll just keep stuffing them down his mouth. he has a reputation to maintain! jia doesn’t like it. it’s soft and sweet, which is not something for her! oddly though, she likes mochi.

What is your least favorite food? MY least favourite food?? i actually have a lot of food that i don’t eat (i’m pretty picky) but i don’t really know what my least favourite food would be. i don’t eat peanut butter, i don’t particularly like nutella (but i like other nut-flavoured stuffs, go figure)... i don’t really like avocado or salted egg flavours (these were both recent trends where i live). i don’t like cauliflower. OH OH OH if you want to know something i hate with a PASSION, well, i’m not sure if it’s considered food but... i hate hate hate hate HATE sparkling water. like what the hell is that???? it doesn’t simply taste like water with bubbles, it tastes terrible!!! like ew no. there were a few times i accidentally bought sparkling water instead of still water and i hated my life then, like i’m not kidding. i love water, i love drinking water, and once i put that carbonated mess in my mouth i just gagged and was like lkdsfjlskdjfldskjfdklsjfldksjfkldsjlkfdklsj how can water betray me (i’m going to get attacked for this aren’t i)

What is your ideal writing environment? being alone in my own room with no outside noise! at least, i just need to be undisturbed in my own space!

Favorite line from your WIP? this is really difficult because screeches i don’t know!! hm. i think i’ve always given different answers to this because i really really really don’t know. okay so i did a quick scroll and found this gem of a line so i’m just putting it up here (it’s something Lu said to Shou):

Favorite quote from a book? ah, of course it’s this . “Argh!” - Rick Riordan

i have done this a few times and have tagged a few people before, so... i’m just going to tag a few people to use the same questions as above ^ ! @calliopethewriter @bookenders @neptune-writes @inkpot-dreamer

#writing tags #writeblr #personal #like all things out of season #character tag #writers on tumblr #my wip #my OCs #writing quotes #idk what to tag this as #how do i tag things

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