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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years

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Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 2, 955

Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18.

Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope.

It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here.

I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms).

My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?

The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.

Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?

Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.

“Hi there stranger,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.

“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”

I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie.

“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.”

“Why did you think that?”

Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.

“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”

My face heats up at the meant of no bra.

“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”

Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks.

“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”

I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks.

“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu.

Jimin hums.

“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”

I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.

“Daria sound good?”

Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm.

“Of course.”

I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along.

“You want anything?”

I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear.

“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me.

Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag.

“Do you want me to pause?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“No, you enjoy it,” he says.

I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice.

“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn.

“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say.

Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany.

“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says.

We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car.

“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.

I nod as I take a sip of soda.

“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”

Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy.

“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”

I nearly choke on my soda.

“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”

Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.

“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”

I cannot believe this man is asking this.

“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”

Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.

My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.

“No, but-”

He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one.

“But?” he asks.

“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”

Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment.

“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks.

“Jimin-”

His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle.

“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again.

“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”

His words send my head into a daze.

“Jimin, wait,” I say.

Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.

“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks.

A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.

“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”

Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.

“Did I read you wrong?” he asks.

“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”

Jimin grins sheepishly.

“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”

“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”

Jimin’s face lights up.

“R-Really?”

I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs.

“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says.

My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?

“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”

His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together.

“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks.

“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest.

“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”

“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”

Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in.

“Of course I can.”

Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck.

“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”

Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own.

“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”

I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist.

“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me.

“Jimin, I want to, I just.”

Jimin squeezes my hand.

“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”

Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips.

“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”

Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs.

“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan.

Jimin chuckles.

“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.”

I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him.

“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans.

“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought.

Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire.

“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”

I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans.

“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.

Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”

I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me.

“Would you like me to touch you, here?”

With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats.

“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.

“Yes Jimin.”

A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan.

“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”

He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace.

“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”

Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more.

“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”

His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit.

“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”

“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration.

“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”

“I-”

Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble.

“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!”

His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly.

“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”

He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?

“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”

“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”

Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room.

That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue.

“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”

I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess.

“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”

Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own.

“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth.

“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”

Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away.

“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper.

My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length.

“Ah, slow down,” he groans.

I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.

“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”

I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him.

“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”

I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him.

“Jagi,” he moans.

“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”

His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak.

“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”

I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.

He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline.

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”

Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss.

“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?”

Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”

“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”

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azrielsribbon · 4 years

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Quarantining with the Crows!

well two of the crows.

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“...The Governor’s office has stated that they will be having a live conference, held around five-thirty tonight, addressing the frequently asked questions pertaining—”

The TV correspondent’s voice cut off eruptly as Kaz switched back to his Netflix home screen. This stupid virus was driving him insane. He had been cooped up, in his shared apartment for the past two weeks except for when he went out for groceries.

Beside him, his phone lit up. His brother didn’t know what to do with his time other than annoy him. Begrudgingly, Kaz picked it up to see what he wanted this time.

[Jordie]: I was just thinking. How is that you’ve been inside for two weeks and still haven’t made a single move on your roommate? 3:10 pm

[Kaz]: Because not all of us need to live up to some playboy rule book. 3:11 pm

Jordie is typing...

Read 3:11 pm

Smirking, Kaz went onto his social media. If it hadn’t been for Zenik’s persistence, he wouldn’t have even bothered but he couldn’t get her to shut up about it. But it was mostly the threat she had made about mentioning some things about him to Inej.

Her excuse behind forming a groupchat on literally everything had been something about needing another platform to send them memes. Whatever it was.

The muted Crows groupchat was blowing up, with Nina and Jesper arguing, per usual. Seemingly, the more they stayed inside the more chaotic the chat got.

[talldarkandhandsome_]: look im just sayin nutella crossiants arent that good when you dip em into ur tea

[waffleenthusiastic_]: fahey what would you know about taste?

[talldarkandhandsome_]: just because u got lucky with matty doesn’t mean u can overuse that statement, zenik. i have lots of taste.

[matthiashelvar]: lucky?

[wylanvansunshine]: i s thise ninas way of callings me uglie

[talldarkandhandsome_]: babe did u turn on voiceover again

[waffleenthusiastic_]: wyLan nO. jes is just mad i have proper tastebuds, he still thinks lime green ontop of dark green is a fashion statement.

[talldarkandhandsome_]: kaz stop lurking we have read notif on

[matthiashelvar]: demjin is here?

Rolling his eyes, Kaz left the chat and moved onto his twitter. While he was mindlessly scrolling, someone put a mug on the coffee table. Hot chocolate. No whip cream. His favorite from when he was a child.

He didn’t have to look up to know the person who smelled like fresh spring bottled up. Jasmine and Lavender. Her signature shampoo, the smell of it still fresh in their apartment from her post workout shower.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud but the smell of her soaps and odd candles always put him at ease, especially during the depth of their exam seasons and the odd jobs they took. It was a reminder of how she was always there, present.

“How many episodes did you binge without me?” Inej said as she sat down on the other side of the couch. He glanced up. She was in one of his old shirts that came down to her knees, her leggings underneath them.

“The whole season.” A lie, and she probably knew that too, from the unwatched episodes and the abandoned remote. He never could watch their shows without her around.

She hummed as she took a sip from her mug and swiped the remote from beside him, scrolling around a bit for a show to watch.

He discreetly continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. He was a thief, not just of material but of opportunity. He had never been caught to this day and certainly didn’t plan on it anytime soon.

“Why is the groupchat blowing up?”

“Something about Jesper not liking nutella crossiants in his tea.” He replied, keeping his eyes on her.

“Leave it to them to discuss food preferences when they’re out of things to do.” She mused, finally clicking on a show. “Do you want to order out or attempt to make something without burning the house down?”

“Order out. Mediterranean or Thai?”

“Definitely mediterranean. Your regular?”

“Yeah, I’ll get the number.” He moved to get up but she beat him to it him.

“My wallet’s on the counter.”

She waved him off. “I’ll cover it this time. You got the last couple orders.”

“Use my card, Ghafa, or I won’t eat the food. I will check my account.”

“What a big baby.” She shook her head. “Then I’ll get groceries when we’re out.”

Kaz didn’t bother to reply. He knew that when it came time for a run to the store, he’d still end up paying.

It’s not that Inej couldn’t pay for things, he just didn’t want her to.

His phone buzzed.

[Jordie]: Don’t get defensive. These playboy rules got me a girl. 3:21 pm

[Kaz]: Let’s hope they help you keep her. I am jealous of Kate, she can get rid of your ugly face anytime. 3:22pm

[Jordie]: Keep saying that, ungrateful brat. You should be praising the looks you didn’t win in the genetic lottery. I’m sure Inej would think the same. What are you waiting for anyways? Some guy to come in and take her away? She’s got looks. 3:24pm

He knew that too. Inej wasn’t ugly. She was far from it, and he wasn’t dumb enough to not notice the looks from guys—and girls, when they were out together.

He just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to admitting that he did like her. He wasn’t ready for that.

Inej came back into the room after a couple of minutes, letting her hair out of its braid. He liked it when she let it loose around the apartment. Ebony waves glossed and complimented her beautiful complexion.

She caught the sight of him. “Have you heard from your brother?”

Kaz groaned. “When haven’t I heard from the bastard? You’d think he’d spend his time trying to seduce Kate.”

Inej let out a laugh. There’s the laugh, he thought.

“I’m sure Kate’s tired of him. When does he plan on finally proposing?”

“Sometime after the virus ends. If it ends. His original plan got postponed.”

Inej opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the doorbell. “I’ll get it, you rest the leg.”

He watched her until she went out of his view. Nothing could change the way he’d feel for her. But he also knew nothing would change when it came to Inej liking him. He knew that he pressed her buttons very often. She didn’t see him more than a friend.

A friend who you borrow shirts from, a friend you spend your Friday nights with, a friend—

He was ok with friends. The very least, he could love her from afar and not hold her back from anything she deserved. Inej deserved someone who knew how to love. She survived too much to just end up with someone like him.

...

But what he didn’t know was that she was holding back on him as well. Every feeling, every ounce of adoration he harbored was returned.

#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #six of crows #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #wesper #helnik

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stardustacefics · 4 years

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Not Everyone Can Be A Social Butterfly

Pairing: Taehyung & Reader

Summary: Taehyung and Y/n are polar opposites, and yet somehow, a beautiful friendship blossomed from their differences.

W/c: 1.7k

Taehyung has always been good with people. As a social butterfly, naturally he has many friends.

It is the exact opposite for Y/n. Y/n is incredibly awkward, introverted, and independent. As a result of this, Y/n has had very few close friends throughout their life. While they will never admit it out loud, it gets lonely sometimes.

How these two became friends will remain a complete mystery…

Y/n was working on a paper for school at the coffee shop on campus. They had been there for hours and their brain was starting to feel like mush. Taking another sip of their drink, they continued to press through.

Suddenly, someone placed a cup on their table. When Y/n glanced up, they saw a young man, probably in his early twenties. He had light brown hair and wore a boxy smile on his face. “Hi,” he said happily. “You looked like you needed another energy boost”. He slowly pushed over the cup. “It’s hot chocolate. I… didn’t know if you liked coffee.”

Y/n’s immediate thought was, Shit… is he flirting with me?

Plastering a polite smile onto their face, Y/n said, “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“I’m Taehyung, by the way.”

Nooooo he’s trying to start a conversation. Shit. I’ve never wanted to escape a social situation so quickly…

“I’m sorry, I’m not… interested in dating anyone…” Y/n blurted out desperately.

A shy smile appeared on Taehyung’s face. “Oh, no, that’s… that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to your work. Enjoy the drink.” He walked away and sat down at another table on the other side of the shop.

Ugh, Y/n thought. That did not go well… I feel bad…

After that encounter, Y/n had trouble focusing on their work. They couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Taehyung, debating if they should go over and talk to him.

Why am I even thinking about this? Have I already forgotten how awkward that conversation just was?! But… what if he was telling the truth? There’s no harm in… just going to talk to him… right?

Seeing as they couldn’t pay attention to their essay anymore, Y/n got up and walked over to Taehyung’s table, hot chocolate in hand.

“Hi,” Y/n managed to say, standing next to him awkwardly.

Taehyung looked up from his laptop and smiled. “Hey. How’s that paper going?”

Y/n smiled softly. “Pretty good. I… uh… I feel bad about how I handled that before. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Water under the bridge. It’s just fine.”

“I’m just… not into dating. I was worried that you…”

“That’s okay,” he said kindly. “I honestly just wanted to get you a drink. You seemed a bit stressed.”

Y/n let out a short, breathy laugh. “That’s because my paper’s due tomorrow.”

“Aaaah, I know that feeling.”

Y/n stood there, shifting side to side slightly. The conversation had gotten to that point where nothing was being said and everyone was staring at each other with that awkward smile… the kiss of death for someone who is uncomfortable in social situations.

“Do you want to sit down?” Taehyung asked suddenly. “We could talk, and you could take a break from your writing. If you don’t want to, that’s just fine.”

Y/n bit their lip, looking down at the ground shyly. “A few minutes wouldn’t hurt.”

The two of them actually ended up having a lot in common, despite their glaring differences in social skills. They sat together and talked for hours, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, their conversation had to come to an end.

“I should probably head out,” Y/n said.

“Yeah, it is getting pretty late,” Taehyung said, glancing out the window. “I had a great time talking with you!”

Y/n smiled back at him. “So did I.” After a moment, Y/n asked, “Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number? For completely platonic reasons,” they said with a half-smile.

Taehyung flashed a boxy smile back at Y/n. “Sure!” Y/n held out their phone and Taehyung typed his number in.

“I’ll… I’ll text you later!” Y/n said, standing up.

“Sounds good. Hope you do well on your paper!”

Y/n laughed while walking away. “Same, Taehyung. Same.”

The two became close friends after that. They spent the rest of that school year meeting up for hot chocolate and texting each other often. Y/n was thrilled. They had never had such a close friend before, and this was a completely new experience.

When the next school year rolled around, Taehyung decided to go out on a limb and ask a risky question.

Tae-Tae Hey, have a quick question

Y/n Sure! What’s up?

Tae-Tae Are you gonna live on campus this semester?

Y/n Yup

Tae-Tae You can say no. I won’t be offended. Buuuut what do you think about being roommates?

Tae-Tae I didn’t scare you away, did I?

Y/n Nonono that’s not it. I’m thinking

Y/n I’ve never had a roommate before. What if things go badly?

Tae-Tae I don’t know… I guess that’s a risk we’d have to take

Tae-Tae I won’t invade your personal space! And if you need a social break I’ll leave you be!

Tae-Tae And I won’t eat your food! That’s the most important one lol

Y/n Can I think about it? Tae-Tae Of course. No pressure 😋

In the end, Y/n decided to move in with him. The two of them ended up getting along perfectly and neither of them regretted the decision.

No matter how long you live with someone, you will still constantly be learning new things about them.

One evening, Taehyung and Y/n were binge-watching a show together and Y/n seemed a bit on edge. Y/n was curled in on themself on the sofa, picking at their nails anxiously. Taehyung picked up on it immediately.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” He asked tentatively, nudging them in the shoulder.

Y/n glanced over; eyes wide. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Taehyung tilted his head to the side. “You know, you can always tell me anything.”

Y/n nodded but didn’t meet his gaze.

Deciding that it was probably best to leave Y/n alone, Taehyung didn’t ask anymore and focused on the show again.

A few minutes later, Y/n slowly began to shift closer to him on the sofa, inch by inch, almost so subtle that he wasn’t sure that they were actually moving. Eventually, Y/n had moved so close that the sides of their legs were touching ever so slightly.

After a short pause, Y/n rested their head on his shoulder. Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. Y/n was never a touchy person, so this was completely out of character. When he glanced down at Y/n’s face, he saw sadness flickering in their eyes. Knowing that it was probably best to not say anything, he gently rested his head on top of Y/n’s and gently took their hand.

A quiet gasp escaped from Y/n’s lips and their hands began to tremble. Leaning in closer, tears began to fall from their eyes.

Taehyung looked down and saw the tear stains on their cheeks, his heart turning in his chest. “Y/n?”

Y/n curled up against Taehyung’s side, silent sobs slipping out of their lips. Taehyung reached over and wrapped Y/n in the tightest hug, pressing them against his chest.

The two of them remained like this for some time, holding each other as close as possible. After the episode had finished, Taehyung looked down and saw that Y/n had fallen asleep. He didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so he stayed where he was and eventually fell asleep as well.

The next morning, when Taehyung had woken up, he found that he was alone on the couch. As he slowly and groggily remembered what had happened the previous night, he got up and searched around the apartment for Y/n.

As he walked by the bathroom, he heard the shower running, so he knocked on the door softly. “Y/n?” No reply. “Y/n? I… are you okay?”

After a pause, a quiet voice said, “It’s unlocked.”

He slowly opened the door and entered. After he closed it behind him, he said, “Is everything alright?” No reply. Taehyung hopped up to sit on the counter. “It’s okay, Y/n.”

After a few moments, Y/n began, “I have never had many friends. You are… the only close friend that I have.”

Taehyung knew this. Y/n had been an awkward an anxious person ever since they first met. Making friends was never easy because of it.

“My parents have always been affectionate with me, but… there’s something different about… being loved by a friend,” trailing off at the end, a bit embarrassed.

Everything immediately clicked when he heard this. “You’re lonely,” he said in revelation. Y/n didn’t respond, but he was positive that he was correct. “Y/n,” he said gently. “You mean so much to me. Did you really think that I wouldn’t want to be there for you if you needed something?”

“I was nervous,” Y/n whispered.

Taehyung nodded. “I get it,” he said, looking down. “I’ve had my fair share of friends that didn’t treat me well. But you know me! I love you so much, and if you want all of the platonic hugs and cuddles in the world, then of course I will be there to give them to you.”

The shower turned off and a hand reached out to grab a towel. A few moments later, Y/n stepped out, wrapped in the towel, hair dripping on the floor. “Really?” Y/n asked, hesitantly looking up.

Taehyung slid off of the counter and put his hands on Y/n’s upper arms. “Of course.” As the hints of a smile appeared on Y/n’s face, Taehyung wrapped them into the tightest bear hug.

“Taehyung!” Y/n cried. “I’m going to get your clothes all wet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Taehyung mumbled into Y/n’s shoulder. “I have other clothes.”

They stood there, in the bathroom, hugging each other for quite some time. The rest of the day was spent in each other’s arms, “making up for lost time”, as Taehyung called it.

This physical affection became the new normal in their relationship. After all, not all intimacy has to be sexual. Sometimes, these kinds of relationships can have the most intimate of bonds.

#bts #fanfic #bangtan #au roommates #au coffee shop #au university #extraverted taehyung #introverted reader #gender neutral reader #possibly aroace reader #its up to interpretation lol #touch starved reader #soft #fluff #platonic realtionships #platonic cuddling #platonic intimacy #Taehyung #V

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maluminspace · 4 years

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Michael Clifford/Male Reader

Word Count: 2k

Requested: anon

Do you think you could do a poly!malum or poly!cashton with male reader? It’d be great and I loved your last male reader so much.

Trigger Warnings: strong language, mild sexual references

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this poly fluff! I’m happy to do a smutty follow up if anyone wants it! I hope enjoy this, my lovely anon.

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“I think we have a tired little kitten on hands, angel.” Calum chuckles lightly as he leans forward to grab the T.V remote from the coffee table in front of you. “We can finish this episode tomorrow.”

Michael whines, shifting his head in your lap to look up at your other boyfriend. “No, Cal! I wanna see what happens… I bet we’ll find out more about the hot guy soon…”

You scoff, playfully nudging Michael’s shoulder. “Hey you have two guys of your own, are we not enough for you?”

The blonde blushes a little as he shakes his head. “He’s not as hot as you two but…”

“Come on sleepy head!” Calum interjects, switching off the television and pushing himself to his feet. “The hot guy will still be on Netflix tomorrow, we’ll put you to bed before we leave, yeah?” He pushes himself to his feet before meandering over to the side table near the front door where he’d left his shoes earlier.

Before Michael can start complaining again, you stroke his long blonde fringe out of his face and lean down to a peck a kiss to his pale forehead. “You need your sleep, kitten.”

Michael’s green eyes glisten in the near darkness as he fixes you with a sad expression. “I need you more.” He replies, before turning his sad puppy dog eyes to Calum. “I hate it when you both have to leave.”

Your heart kind of melts at the sleepy sadness in Michael’s voice and although you always hate leaving him and Calum, tonight it just feels a million times worse, somehow. You can’t stop yourself from urging Michael up into a sitting position so that you can hug him properly.

The blonde man accepts your loving gesture gratefully, snuggling into you like a clingy child. Calum catches your attention from across the room and you find the same heartache you’re feeling, reflecting back at you from the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. He steps closer to you, perching on the arm of the sofa and wrapping an arm around you both. “We all hate this part, kitten.” The slightly younger man sighs, leaning down to press a kiss into Michael’s hair. “It sucks that we have to leave at all, but we all have our own places.”

“That’s stupid.” Michael huffs, “Why are we all paying a shitload of bills when we could be living together and sharing them out between the three of us?”

Even though you know that Michael’s comment was born from his clinginess, you have to admit that it kind of makes sense. The three of you together could probably afford a much nicer apartment or possibly even a small house.

“You mean, move in together?” Calum asks, his voice adopting a nervous quality. “But we’ve only been dating for a couple of months, don’t you think that’s really fast? We haven’t even spent the night together yet.”

Your heart sinks a little. Of course Calum is right, on one level at least. You haven’t been dating long and none of you have had the courage to ask the other two to stay over yet. That’s not to say that you haven’t done ‘stuff’ together, though. There’d been numerous occasions when your heavy making-out sessions had led to more than kissing, but you were yet to go all the way together.

“I know that…” Michael mumbles, his cheeks heating up as though he’s embarrassed by his previous statement. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be like us moving in together as an ‘item’.” He shrugs, looking between you and Calum with a nervous expression on his beautiful face. “We could find somewhere with three bedrooms, maybe? That way we’d more like roommates that just-so-happen to be dating.”

You exchange a cautious glance with Calum. It feels like entirely the wrong time to be having such an important conversation as this. The three of you are sleepy and sad about having to leave each other for the night, of course any solution that limits that miserable feeling is going to sound like an amazing idea.There’s a part of you that can’t deny Michael’s logic, though, and you subconsciously start to run your fingers through his hair as you hold him, still staring up at Calum in the hope that he’ll have some intelligent comment that will make it easier to figure out how to get the best of worlds.

For a long moment it seems that Calum is just as conflicted as you are. He nibbles at his bottom lip anxiously as he pulls you both closer to him. “I think we need to start staying at each other’s places a little more before we make any big steps like that, kitten.” He suggests, finally breaking the increasingly tense silence.

Michael’s pout becomes genuinely heartbreaking and your natural instinct is to kiss it off his face. That feels a little inappropriate, though, so you settle for tightening your grip around his shoulders instead.

“It was a stupid idea, I’m sorry…” Your older boyfriend shrugs, “You should go…” He’s clearly embarrassed as he wriggles free of your hold and gets to his feet before shuffling off towards the door of his bedroom.

You share a somewhat guilty glance with Calum, wishing that your tired brain would come up with a solution. You hate seeing Michael sad, it’s time you made peace with the fact that you’d do pretty much anything to make him smile. “I don’t want to leave him, like this.” You sigh quietly, leaning against Calum’s chest for comfort.

Your boyfriend strokes your hair softly, humming in acknowledgement as he apparently tries to think of a way to fix this so that you can all go to bed happier tonight. After a moment Calum leans down to whisper into your ear. “Are you okay with staying over here tonight?”

The fact that you have work in the morning and driving from Michael’s place adds an extra half hour to your journey, barely presents itself as an issue. You’ll happily leave a little earlier if it means you get to finally spend the send with your boys. You try not to let too much of your enthusiasm show in your face as you nod and leap to your feet, but judging by the fond smirk on Calum’s face, you fail terribly at it.

“Good.” Calum chuckles. “Then I can take you both out in the morning for breakfast and we can talk about this whole, not wanting to leave each other at night, stuff.”

Okay, so maybe calling into work sick just one time wouldn’t be a disaster. Breakfast with Calum and Michael definitely sounds a whole lot more fun than sitting behind your desk in that glorified store cupboard you’re forced to call your office. “Sure, sounds like a plan, Cal.”

Your beautiful boyfriend stands up and takes your hand, smiling softly as he leads you towards the door Michael has just disappeared through. Calum knocks lightly, not wanting to barge in just in case the blonde is changing already, as he still seems quiet body-conscious around the two of you. “Can we come in, kitten?”

There’s a series of shuffling footsteps from inside the bedroom before Michael opens the door, keeping his gaze aimed at the floor as he leans awkwardly against the doorframe. “It’s okay, I know I was stupid, you can go home now, you can give me the lecture in the morning.”

Calum rolls his eyes, taking Michael’s hand in his free one before placing a kiss to his pale knuckles. “We don’t want to lecture you, kitten.” He promises. “We were just hoping you wouldn’t mind sharing your bed with us tonight? I just want to fall asleep cuddling my boys, does that sound good to you?”

Glancing up timidly, Michael gives a weak nod. “Are you sure you want to stay?” He moves his gaze from Calum’s chocolate-brown eyes, to yours, seemingly awaiting a punchline to a joke.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, Mikey.” You grin, completing the circle of hand-holding by curling your fingers gently around Michael’s. “Calum said he’ll buy us breakfast in the morning too, so that just seals the deal.” You smirk cheekily, knowing that Michael will appreciate that.

Just as you’d hoped, the blonde man does that blushy smile you love so much as he opens the door further. “You better make yourselves, comfortable then. I’m just gonna use the bathroom and then I’ll be back for cuddles. Help yourselves to pyjamas, they’re in the big dresser in the corner, second drawer down.”

A part of you is a bit disappointed by the idea of your boyfriends wearing pyjamas, however you don’t push the subject. It’s clear that Michael isn’t quite in that place yet.

Calum seems to bite back a comment about it too, nibbling at his bottom lip again as Michael grabs a loose t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats from the end of his bed before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“Maybe we can suggest a naked sleepover, next time.” You giggle, as soon as Michael is out of earshot.

Nodding, Calum leads you over to the bed, urging you to sit down whilst he continues onto the dresser that Michael had indicated to the two of you. “I’m excited for when he feels ready for that.”

A moment later, Calum hands you a pair of black sweatpants and a faded Green Day t-shirt. “Lucky for you, I’m not shy at all.” He winks, immediately dropping his trousers to reveal his muscular thighs.

You have to stop yourself from groaning, you’ve never wanted to put your mouth on anything more in your entire life. The lustful feeling inside of you multiplies even further when Calum removes his shirt. The way that his long fingers work the buttons of the garment before he slides it off his arms, spark a million different fantasies of what you’d like him to do you with them.

“Enjoying the show, angel?” Calum smirks, his air of confidence intensifying as he steps closer to you. “Are you gonna leave me to be almost naked alone?” He offers his hand out to you and helps you to your feet before unbuttoning your skinny jeans.

Having Calum undress you, makes your skin tingle with anticipation, like every inch of you is screaming out for him to touch you. The way that Calum bites his lip as he rakes his eyes over you once he’s stripped you down to your boxers, draws a tiny whine from you.

Calum hums in response to your needy gesture and tentatively places a hand on one of your hips. “I wish you didn’t have to put those sweats on…” He whispers, pulling you closer until you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Me too.” You reply lowly. “Do you think Michael will mind if we sleep in just our boxers?”

“Not at all…” Michael interjects, drawing your attention over to the door where he’s standing, now dressed in the sweats and loose t-shirt he’d taken to the bathroom with him. He looks so soft and cuddly that your heart melts. It hits you in that moment, just how amazing your life is. You have two of the most beautiful men on earth looking at you as though they want to eat you alive. Despite their stark differences in personality and physical appearance, their biggest common denominator is you, and that makes you feel giddy. “I wish you two could be just in your boxers all the time.” The blonde man continues, a light blush colouring his cheeks as he shuffles further into the room.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.” You reply, winking suggestively.

Calum raises an eyebrow at Michael in response to his question. “Care to join us, kitten?” He asks hopefully, holding out his hand. You’re quickly learning that there are few things in the world that Calum loves more than having his hands on both of his boys.

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willowknee · 4 years

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Betrayal - Will imagine

Title: Betrayal People: Willx reader, Gee Word count: 1,039 Warnings: Swearing, idk? Songs to listen to: N/A Prompt/request: “I need a place to stay,” A/N: This is my first imagine so I apologise for the poor writing, and I couldn’t think of a way to end it so sorry if it feels really abrupt. Also please feel free to send in requests!

You don’t exactly know how it came to this, one minute everything was perfectly fine, you were sat on the sofa of your apartment catching up on the latest episodes of your favourite show which you had been meaning to watch while your roommate sat on her phone. She was sat in an awkward way, in a position that you knew couldn’t be comfortable so you had turned towards her to ask if she needed more room and that’s when you noticed her phone screen. It was a straight-forward picture and with her accompanying smile, that’s all it needed for you to flip your absolute shit.

“Why the fuck is my boyfriend sending you pictures like that?!” You shouted, making her jump in surprise.

“It’s not what it looks like!” She pleaded, trying to hide her phone, but you reached out and grabbed it, looking through the messages, confirming exactly what you saw.

“It’s exactly what the fuck it looks like!” You seethed, as you threw her phone on the cushions. “How long?! How long have you been going behind my back? You’re supposed to be my friend!”

“I am your friend!” She cried.

“Friends don’t sneak behind their backs with their boyfriends!”

You glared at her and she finally broke, tears streaming down her face. “Since the beginning,”

Since the beginning. You had been dating for two years now. You let out a massively aggravated sigh before looking at the floor, no longer able to look at her.

“I want you out. You can stay here tonight and pack your things, I’ll stay elsewhere. You have three days to move otherwise I’ll be getting in touch with my lawyer and I’ll take you to court.”

“But-”

“No, you don’t get a say in this. It’s my apartment, it’s in my name and I pay most of the rent, you better be gone when I return in three days,”

And that’s how you’ve ended up here, stood in front of the door of an apartment owned by the only person you felt like you could trust at this moment, you felt lied to, you felt betrayed, and nobody feels safe anymore. Nobody but one. Nobody but your best friend, Will.

Should I knock? Would it be okay?

It was roughly half three in the morning, you were stood there with a rucksack full of clothes and your handbag shoved with essentials. Without giving it another thought and giving yourself enough time to back out of it, you knock on the door quickly before shuffling backwards, getting ready to sprint for it. Just before you turn to leave the door opens and a dishevelled Will Lenney appears, staring at you with a look of confusion and concern.

“I-I need a place to stay,” You manage to squeak out before bursting into tears.

Will races to your side and collects the bags in one hand while holding you in his free arm close and guiding you inside the apartment, gently kicking the door closed behind him as to not wake the neighbours who already have it out for him. He guides you to the sofa where a sleepy and disgruntled Gee was sitting before she noticed your state and ran to give you a hug before walking off with the promise of her signature hot chocolate.

“Here, have a seat,” He says gently, dropping your bags off to the side of the sofa before covering you with the throw that was previously on the back of the seat.

“I’m so sorry to wake you both,” You apologise in between fits of crying.

“Hey, I’m just glad you came here instead of wandering the streets or even worse, want to talk about what happened?”

You shook your head, but your mouth uttered the word ‘yes’.

You calm yourself down for a few minutes and in that time Gee had returned and sat by your side gently hugging you while WIll was perched on the coffee table in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knee and his eyes scanning your face, looking for any damage. The only damage caused was the break of trust and the crack in your heart.

“You know my roommate, right?” You say, looking up at him and noticing them both grimace.

“Yeah, a bit of an odd one, that girl,” Will comments and Gee nods in agreement.

“Well, she has been hooking up with my boyfriend, for two frickin years,”

“Wait, isn’t that the same time-”

“We got together? Yeah.” You bluntly say.

Will shakes his head. “I’m going to kill them both.”

“It’s fine, I’ve already sent him a text saying it’s over and broke up with him and I’ve given her three days to move out, I’ll send an email to my lawyer soon to make it official,”

After a while of sitting around talking about nothing in particular with youtube playing in the background, Gee finally admits defeat and goes to sleep, after giving you one last hug she crawls off upstairs to her room, leaving you and Will alone. You sigh and pull the blankets closer to you.

“Cold?” Will asks.

You shake your head. “Comfy,”

He nods and sprawls across the sofa, resting his head in your lap. You find yourself playing with his hair and take note of his soft breaths.

“He doesn’t deserve you, you know, he never did,” Will says out of seemingly nowhere, his eyes still closed, almost as if he was too afraid to look at you.

“Maybe so, I suppose I was just too desperate to believe in true love I was looking for it in the wrong place,” you sigh softly, resting your head on the back of the sofa. “I don’t feel as bad as I should do, what’s wrong with me?”

“There’s nuffin wrong with you love, your relationship with him wasn’t exactly the most conventional, was it? You know you’ve done nothing wrong, it was all them,”

You nodded even though Will couldn’t see you. After a while, you ended up drifting off into a restless sleep, your fingers still curled up in Will’s hair and his arms wrapped around your waist and a small, gentle smile playing on his lips.

#prompted #will #imagine #promted #fluff i think

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canaryatlaw · 3 years

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yeah I don’t have the energy to write a big post so this is gonna be quick. I had no court this morning and wasn’t on clinic so I was like oh I’ll sleep in a bit and check my phone periodically to make sure I’m not needed anywhere intending to sleep till like 11 but ended up sleeping till 12:30, but I didn’t miss anything so it’s all good and I appreciated the rest. our heater or something stopped working overnight and I woke up freezing, I think my roommate said it was something like 50 degrees in here, I like grabbed my thick wool coat from last year and put it on before going back to bed and I was still cold lol. when I got up though it was working again and both my roommate and I had bumped up the thermostat was it was nice and toasty then haha so that was nice. I worked through the afternoon and pretty much up till 7 because I had things to take care of. I have a big motion up in court tomorrow and I’m very excited because we’re about to open up a huge can of whoop-ass on this asshat and it’s in front of the judge who is the best to get to yell at douchebags and I’m going to enjoy this oh so much. so that’s good. around 7:30 we started recording after our brainstorming session last night. it was just like a “everything we know about season 2 so far” episode and like, there wasn’t all that much stuff to cover so it only ended up being like half an hour long but I feel like that’s okay for where we are right now gearing up for season 2 to start. it’s such a sticky situation where I want to be pumped about Javicia because she looks awesome and all the stuff she’s posted has been awesome but like, I don’t trust the writers after everything we’ve been through and from the start I’ve wanted SO BADLY for this show to be good, I really do, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much because I just don’t trust them, and I feel like a lot of times their casting choices have been more virtue signaling than anything else, like “oh we cast diverse people so it doesn’t matter if we do problematic storylines (and oh, they did problematic storylines) just like when Vanessa Morgan (I think that’s her name, I might be wrong) from Riverdale was speaking out about how the CW treats its actors of color and then she was suddenly being considered for Batwoman like, two days later.....like I’m sorry but that was purely a publicity stunt and it clearly didn’t get us anywhere. ugh. I’m ranting. anyway. after we finished recording I watched a few episodes of Chicago Fire (I’m like, really close to catching up with the current episodes and I’m sad about it) and then showered and started getting ready for bed. I need to start baking/candy making for Christmas cookies and caramels (and maybe hot chocolate bombs?) but I’ve had like no time over the past few days, and I know I’ll have time over the weekend at least. and yeah, now I’m here and it’s past 2 am and my computer’s about to die and I have court in the morning, so I’ll finish this here. Goodnight friends. Hope you’re having a good week.

#daily journal #December 2020

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is-this-a-skam-account · 5 years

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“Anything You Want”

5 Times Lucas Ran Into Eliott, and the One Time Eliott Runs Into Lucas

Or, Eliott is the really hot yard worker Mika has hired, and Lucas is trying to find a summer fling but may be way in over his head.

Lucas is certain there is nothing to do in this small excuse for a town. Every year of his life, for every summer since he was five, he has been doing the same things over and over. Going to the movies, going to the pool, going to get ice cream, or, his personal favorite, spending a night in with his friends. With only one small village within a twenty mile radius, there really isn’t anything to do. Now he is eighteen, the summer before his college years, and he has never been more bored out of his mind. He is sitting in his room at 9:21 just staring blankly at the wall, mind completely empty.

He already reached out to his friends, yet all of them were either at work or at a family-function. Lucas was thankful, however, that his roommates were out for the day. That left Lucas alone to strut around the unbearably hot house in nothing more than one of Yann’s large t-shirts Lucas had stolen and his boxers.

Lucas finally finds the strength to get out of bed and get himself something cold to eat. Preferably ice cream.

He grabs his phone off the nightstand, opening Instagram as he walks into the kitchen. He swallows hard and his grip tightens on the phone when his ex-boyfriend’s account is the first thing he sees. Oliver and Lucas broke up just a couple months ago, around April. Well, really it was Oliver that broke up with him. Lucas was confused as to why Oliver chose to break up, but then, when Lucas saw Oliver holding hands with another guy two days later, Lucas realized how stupid he had been. Obviously, he had been seeing someone behind his back. Thinking back on it, Lucas should have seen the signs. He should have noticed that they hadn’t been hanging out as often together. Oliver stopped spending nights with Lucas, always making an excuse why he would have to go home so early. Leaving the relationship left Lucas feeling hollow. He was left feeling like he wasn’t good enough for Oliver, that he didn’t satisfy all his boyfriend’s needs, even when he knew that wasn’t true.

There is still a pang of hurt that runs through Lucas’ heart when he sees the newest photo Oliver posted with his new boyfriend. Oliver had been the one to stand by Lucas during his coming out, so obviously there is still some attachments there.

Lucas turns his phone off and places it face down on the counter as he reaches into the freezer. He fishes out his small tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream before grabbing a spoon and going to sit on the couch and watch some Netflix. He doesn’t mind these lazy days, where he doesn’t go out and do anything, where he can stay home, binge watch any show, and maybe make a couple stains on the couch that Mika will later complain about.

He’s eventually is pulled back to Instagram by the times he’s on episode 3 of Grace and Frankie. He has a few messages from Emma, as well as a few from the meme group chat he has with the guys. Lucas opens up Emma’s message and the first thing he sees is possibly the most gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes on. He immediately clicks on the post, pleasant to find that it’s a video. Lucas nearly laughs at how stupid it is, some guitar sound playing in the background as the guy zooms in on his eye. But, dear god, is that guy attractive. Lucas closes the post to see what else Emma sent him.

@em.brgs: i think he is the most gorgeous person i have ever seen.

Lucas laughs before responding.

@lucallemant: i second that notion.

@lucallemant: why don’t you slide into those DMs. Been a while since you got dicked down ever since Alex moved away.

Lucas doesn’t expect a response so fast, but before he knows it his phone is vibrating with notifications.

@em.brgs: oh you’re one to talk. You just think you’re soo funny.

@lucallemant: i am, thank you.

@em.brgs: he’s so hot he makes me want to stab a pencil in my eye.

@lucallemant: well if you do that i really don’t think you’ll have a chance with him.

@em.brgs: haha, that’s so funny Lucas thank you for the self esteem boost.

@lucallemant: what i’m here for.

@em.brgs: and anyways, even if i was going to DM him (which i’m not because i’m not that desperate, unlike some people Lucas) it seems like he just got out of a relationship. I don’t go after guys who are looking for a rebound

@lucallemant: right, you just go after guys who are already in a relationship.

@em.brgs: hey! That has happened only twice!

@lucallemant: round of applause for emma everybody.

@em.brgs: ugh, whatever, i’m going to go message Manon about your non existent love life.

@lucallemant: have fun!

Lucas snickers as he exits the messages. He trains his attention back on the TV and takes another scoop of ice cream. About thirty minutes, and a whole lot of chocolate, later a loud buzzing noise jolts Lucas out of whatever summer-induced-TV-show-daze he was under. Usually he is able to just brush off the noises of his neighbors getting the lawns mowed in the middle of the day, but this sounded like it was literally coming from right outside his window. He placed the ice cream on the coffee table before getting up (begrudgingly) from the Lucas shaped divett he had made in the couch. He leaned over the love seat in order to reach the curtains he had closed when settling down to watch TV. Lucas peeled them back just enough to peer outside into their front lawn. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a guy mowing their lawn; what the hell was the guy doing? Lucas ran to their front door, getting ready to tell the guy off and ask him to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when he spotted the note taped to the door. It was written in Mika’s handwriting.

“Lucas,” it read, “don’t forget that I have hired someone to do work on our lawn/garden this summer.” Lucas had forgotten, “he is coming by today around noon and will be coming by every saturday for the next few weeks. The payment is on the back of this letter and he will ask for it when he’s done. Also, make sure to give him something to drink after, just to be polite. AND DON’T BE AN IDIOT.”

Lucas drew his lips in a line after he finished reading the letter. He had totally forgotten about that conversation with Mika. Though, in his defense, you really shouldn’t have important conversations with people who are obviously drunk and just gotten home from a party.

He flops back down with a huff, resting his head against the wall behind the couch. Part of Lucas really wants to go back to the window and watch the guy out in the yard. In those few moments Lucas was watching him, he seemed to be extremely attractive. Well, that much Lucas could tell from his toned arms and lean build, legs that seemed to go on forever, and high cheekbones somewhat hid from view by a worn-out baseball cap. (Don’t judge him, he hasn’t allowed himself to ogle any eye candy ever since his breakup with Oliver). Lucas scoffed at his inner monologue and instead opted to make some lemonade; try and take his mind off his meaningless existence. If Mika was going to make him give the guy something to drink, might as well be something sweet.

Lucas hooked up to the speaker in the kitchen as he walked in. He immediately started blasting his favorite artists: Nirvana, the Stones, Beatles, and, of course, the Clash. His friends always call him cliche for his taste in “old-style” music, but Lucas doesn’t really care. He sways his hips and jumps around the kitchen as he gathers the supplies for lemonade. He’s practically belching out the songs as he mixes the drink together and adds the ice cubes to help chill it. Oliver never liked Lucas’s taste in music, so they would always listen to his playlist made up of rap and hip hop. Not that Lucas has anything against those genres, they just don’t happen to be his favorites.

He’s about to pour the lemonade into two glasses when there is a knock at the door. Lucas glances at the drink and the door a few times before deciding to just pour it into the cups later and get the door first. Lucas obviously doesn’t think before opening the door, because as soon as he does he becomes painfully aware he’s still just in his boxers and t-shirt. Lucas becomes even more embarrassed when he comes face-to-face with the most godly human he has ever seen. Well, actually he has seen the face once before. On Instagram. Just a couple hours earlier. Lucas has to mentally make sure his jaw doesn’t drop open. He didn’t think it was physically possible for someone to be more attractive in real life than on social media, but somehow this guy managed to pull it off. Truly, he had everything. The height which made Lucas feel small (usually Lucas would protest this, but honestly it was kind of a turn on). He had the eyes which pierced into Lucas and made him melt on the spot. He had the perfectly shaped lips, a sharp jawline, even fucking perfect eyes.

“Uh, hi,” the guy says after a couple seconds of silence (and, it might be Lucas’s subconscious, but he swears he sees the guy trail his eyes up and down, soaking in everything Lucas is presenting at the moment), “you must be Mika? We talked over the phone.” He offers his hand and Lucas takes it.

“Oh, no, sorry I’m Lucas. Mika is my roommate. Well, one of them.” Lucas says and leans against the doorway. Lucas tries his best not to choke as he now blatantly sees the guy drag his eyes up Lucas’s form. He feels like he could drown in that gaze.

“Did he happen to leave any, uh, money as payment? Sorry I hate to be so pushy…”

Lucas jumps like he’d been burned and reaches behind the door for the note, grabbing the money. “No don’t apologize. Sorry, I forgot,” Lucas laughs awkwardly as he hands the envelope over. He takes it gratefully, “I didn’t catch your name.” Lucas says after neither of them make a move to walk away.

“I’m Eliott.”

Pretty name for a pretty guy, Lucas thinks. There is a blush creeping onto Eliott’s face which makes Lucas painfully aware he had just said that aloud. Lucas coughs to try and clear up the tension, “um, I made some lemonade. Would you want a glass?”

“I would, but I actually need to get going. I have another lawn I need to be at.”

Lucas nods, “well, I could give it to you in a to-go cup?”

That makes Eliott chuckle, “guess I can’t say no to that.”

Lucas smiles and offers Eliott to come in. He does so and Lucas closes the door behind them. Eliott finds his way to the kitchen with Lucas following closely behind. He lunges for his phone to turn off the music that was still blaring, a blush creeping on his face. He fumbles with it for a few seconds before turning back to Eliott.

“Sorry, uh, I was getting hype in the kitchen making this lemonade I guess.” Lucas jokes.

Eliott laughs, “I know, I could hear you from outside.”

Lucas blushes at that and forces himself to look away and get out one of their cardboard coffee cups. “Well, at least I was giving you something good to listen to.” Lucas comments as he pours the lemonade into their respective cups. As he turns around he briefly catches Eliott staring at a place a little south from his head and shoulders, which makes Lucas cock his eyebrow and hand the drink over.

“Thank you, for the drink.” Eliott says as they walk back to the door, “not so much for the music.”

“What do you have against my music?” Lucas asks offended as he opens the door and Eliott walks out.

Eliott shrugs, “nothing, just a little corny is all.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, “guess you’ll just have to play me your superior music taste next them then.”

“Guess so,” he says it with a wink, “bye, Lucas.”

Lucas regretfully wasn’t there the following Saturday when Eliott was supposed to come by. He had picked up an extra shift at the coffee shop after Imane said she had an emergency to take care of. The shift wasn’t too busy, since most people don’t want hot coffee on days when it’s over 100 degrees. He spent the majority of the time sitting up by the register and fooling around with his coworker, Tyler.

Tyler was actually how Oliver and Lucas had met, since they were friends and Oliver came in to get a cup of coffee during Tyler’s shift. Oliver started flirting with Lucas, Lucas left a little note on the coffee cup for Oliver and the rest is history. Lucas was terrified that the breakup would affect his relationship with Tyler as a coworker, but it turns out Tyler was super chill and didn’t really care. He even said that Oliver was a douche at times, and that Lucas deserved someone better.

“Any big summer plans?” Lucas asks.

Tyler sighs and leans against the opposing counter from Lucas, “not really, college starts pretty soon for me so I have to start getting all that stuff ready. What about you?”

“I wish I could say I had something big planned, like a road trip. But sadly this summer is just as boring as the rest.” Lucas groans and rolls his head back.

Tyler laughs, “how’s Yann and the gang?”

“Good, they’ve been pretty busy though. Basile just got together with Daphne-”

“What?! That loser finally got together with her? Damn, Basile.”

Lucas laughs, “I know, it was a long time coming to be honest. He’d been pining after her since second year.”

“Well,” Tyler pauses, “I guess if they make each other happy…”

Lucas nods, “I can’t say I’m not jealous. Last summer I was the part of the annoyingly touchy couple.”

Tyler draws his lips in a line, “maybe you can still find that this summer. Anybody catch your eye?”

Lucas shrugs, “I wish. I miss being in a relationship sometimes. What about you though? How’s Clare?”

“She’s good, little difficult with her studying in the US though. I miss-”

Tyler is cut off by the ringing of a doorbell which signals the entry of a customer. Lucas immediately goes into full customer mode saying on instinct “welcome to Coral Cafe, how may I help you?” as Tyler rushes over to the area where they actually assemble the drinks. Lucas doesn’t look up right away as he fiddles with something on the cash register screen, getting ready to place in the order. When he does finally look up he feels his stomach clench and heart pick up all at once.

“Oh, hey! Lucas, right?” Eliott says as he continues his track to the register. Lucas feels like his legs are giving out, “I didn’t know you work here.”

Lucas couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting over to the girl standing beside Eliott, his arm around her shoulders. She’s beautiful, is the first thing Lucas notices. She has seemingly silky hair, large chocolate colored eyes, amazing bone structure, and her smile lit up the room. He just got out of a long-term relationship, he hears Emma’s voice in his head. Lucas has to visibly shake his head, it’s not like Eliott was interested in him. He’s mowing their lawn for god sakes. They had one conversation that’s it.

“Lucas, you good?” He hears Tyler call from his station just about a few feet away.

Lucas looks over at him, smiling and nodding before turning back to his customers, “hey, Eliott. Uh, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a caramel frappuccino,” Eliott says and Lucas has to look down to hide his smile. Of course, the sweetest thing on their menu. “And uh, Lucille, what do you want?”

Lucas looks up, waiting for the request. She hums for a second as she looks over the menu; taking about an eternity to decide. Lucas sighs quietly and his eyes automatically trail over to Eliott. He feels his breath catch at the gaze Eliott has locked him in, basically drilling him to the spot. Lucas’s heart picks up, and he doesn’t dare look away. He could stand there for hours. It doesn’t help that the backdrop lighting from the windows illuminates Eliott like some ethereal being. And Eliott knows the effect that he’s having on Lucas, he’s obviously not an idiot. What Lucas wouldn’t give to knock that smirk off his face...

“I’ll take a,” Lucille’s voice drags him back to reality, “brownie. I’m not a big coffee drinker.”

Lucas nods and puts the order into the register. He states their total and Eliott fishes out his credit card. As he’s passing it over, their fingers momentarily brush and that meer touch has Lucas spiraling. He isn’t even sure he can swipe their credit card his head is spinning so much. He does it successfully, however, and passes the card back before walking over to grab them a brownie from their pastry selection. As he does so he can feel Tyler’s gaze on him.

Tyler takes a few steps closer to Lucas and bumps their shoulders, whispering a quick “you okay?”

God, am I that obvious? Lucas wonders to himself before giving a nod and walking back over. He passes the brownie to Lucille and gives Eliott a quick wave as they walk away. That was the longest two minutes of his entire life.

When the two finally leave the coffee shop, neither of them sending another glance Lucas’s way, he feels like he can finally breathe again.

He lets out an audible sigh, guess Eliott got back together with his girl is a brief thought that crosses Lucas’s mind. Then again, it wasn’t really his place to worry about it.

“Lucas, dude, you okay?” Tyler asks and walks back over.

Lucas takes a breath in before answering, “yeah, why?”

He shrugs, “nothing, you just totally stiffened up when that guy entered. Something happen between you two? A hookup?”

Lucas whips his head around, “a hookup?! Why would you think that?”

Tyler frowns, “that dude was totally fucking you with his eyes dude. Like, hardcore. And I’m not usually good at spotting that stuff but like holy shit. His gaze even had me affected.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, “whatever. My shift is about to end, so I won’t have to deal with your bullshit for that much longer,” he laughs.

Tyler scoffs, “c’mon, you like me.” Tyler sing-songs as he wraps his arms around Lucas from behind.

Lucas wriggles out of the grip with a laugh, “right, in your dreams.”

When Lucas gets home from his shift at the coffee shop he spends an hour or so chilling with Mika and a very quiet Lisa in the living room. They watch whatever comes on TV because they can’t find the remote, which Lucas finds hilarious. Mostly, though, Mika is walking Lucas through his dating app and trying to convince Lucas to download it to get a new boyfriend or “even a friends with benefits” as Mika put it. Lucas found it easier to tune him out the longer the conversation dragged on for.

It’s not like Lucas would mind a fling. He’s never been “flung” his whole eighteen years of life, only ever being in one long-term relationship. He wonders what it would be like in a fling. From what he’s gathered it’s mostly talking and sex and talking and sex, which Lucas would not mind. Something like that for the summer before his college years would be a-okay with him.

“Lucas,” Mika whistles and waves his hand in front of his face to grab his attention.

Lucas blinks and shifts his gaze over, “sorry, I got lost in thought. As you were saying?”

Mika raises an eyebrow, “what got you so wrapped up there, kitten?”

Lucas shrugs, “nothing really, I was just thinking about what it would be like in a ‘fling.’ What is it like?” Lucas asks, knowing that Mika wouldn’t have any problem sharing his oh-so-many stories.

Mika shifts and brings his legs up to his chin, “well, it’s really nice in the beginning. The flame lasts longer than just a one night stand, but not as long as a honeymoon phase of a long-term relationship if you can understand?” Lucas nods, “it’s nice because you both don’t get sick of each other, since you both sort of know it’s going to end soon. The sex is usually awesome, but so is the talking. Everything evens itself out.”

Lucas hums, “that sounds nice.”

Mika smirks, “oh, yeah? Well, the problem is you can’t really get attached, since you have to have a mutual understanding that it’s going to end. That’s been a problem with some of my past flings.”

“Oh, for you?” Lucas wonders.

Mika scoffs, “no, kitten, for the other guy. People just can’t stay away from me.”

Lucas rolls his eyes and stands from the couch, “alright, that’s enough for me, I’m heading in.”

“What?! But it’s only seven!” Mika complains.

Lucas shrugs, “sorry, guess you’ll just have to talk to Lisa about your dating profile. Night, guys.”

Lucas obviously doesn’t go to sleep right away. Nope, he spends a few minutes changing into sweats and then the next hour or so scrolling through and switching between the same six apps over and over. It isn’t until about ten that the group chat of him and the gang starts to get active, and begin discussing if they want to have a small get together at Arthur’s place since his parents are out of town. Lucas isn’t one to say no, especially after not seeing the gang for the past week or so. He quickly changes into his signature “romance” hoodie and faded jeans before sneaking out of the house and grabbing his bike to take to Arthur’s. By the time Lucas arrives the boys are already two beers in and in the middle of a very intense video game that looks like it would give Lucas a seizure if he concentrated on it for too long. Lucas, instead, opted for nursing a beer in the small loveseat adjacent to the couch, Yann next to him.

It isn’t until the pizza gets there that they actually start up a conversation, mostly about how Basile and Daphne are doing. Though, when that conversation goes under they turn to Lucas for amusement.

“Any guys catching your eyes this summer, Lucas?” Arthur wonders aloud.

Lucas groans at the question, “everyone’s been pestering me about relationships. What’s with that this summer?”

“Well, it is the summer before we all head of to college.” Yann comments.

“Yeah! We just want our Lucas to get some good dick so he isn’t all grumpy the coming school year!” Basile adds.

Arthur butts in, shaking his head disapprovingly at Basile, “bro, seriously, sense the conversation. It’s like you’re not even talking about the same thing.” Basile grumbles and downs his beer in retaliation.

Lucas laughs at his friends before sighing into his beer, “I mean I want to be in a relationship, but maybe that’s my problem. Maybe I’m just looking for it too hard.”

“I can help set you up with someone, I have a few acquaintances who would be more than happy to satisfy you, Lucas.” Arthur offers with a playful wink.

“No, no, I think what our boy needs is an old fashioned night in the town. How about we just chill here, have a few more beers, than head to that bar we all like,” Yann offers.

Lucas nods and reluctantly gets up from his spot on the couch, “I think we’re all out of beers. I’ll just run out real fast and get us some.” They all agree and pass Lucas a couple dollars to help split the coast.

Lucas takes his time walking to the store, even opting for the one that’s an extra block away. He loves his friends, he really does. But it’s not like he needs or wants their help in finding him a boyfriend. That’s always been a topic really private to him, at least in the beginning. Eventually everyone starts questioning “why do you have hickeys on your neck?” or “where were you over the weekend?” Which, granted, they should have those questions but usually Lucas likes to keep the beginning as much of a secret as possible, just in case anything goes under.

Lucas walks into the store, and nearly getting blinded by the overly bright fluorescent lights. He immediately beelines for the back and grabs the cheapest case of beer available. He digs out his phone as he heads back to the register located at the front of the store. Lucas snickers when he sees he has a new message from Emma. He opens it up to find another shared post of the guy from before. Or the guy who now has a name: Eliott. Lucas feels his heart pick up as he opens the post. The lighting in this photo is even better than the last one. His bone structure is to die for, not to mention those eyes-

Lucas is sent flying backwards, his phone falling out of his hand and onto the ground when he accidentally collides with someone as he turns the corner. He frantically apologizes, trying to locate his phone as quickly as possible. As he sees the guy turn around. Lucas’ eyes shoot up and he feels his mouth run dry. This was not happening to him. It couldn’t be.

“Oh, Lucas! Long time no see,” Eliott chuckles.

Lucas gives an awkward laugh, “yeah sorry, uh, I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Eliott smirks and bends down to pick up his phone, “distracted I see.” Eliott glances at what is on the screen and Lucas feels like he is ready to implode, he was looking at Eliott! “Well, at least you were looking at something worthwhile, huh?” He passes the phone back over.

“You know, I would try to explain it, but I think I would just be digging my own grave,” Lucas blushes.

Eliott laughs, and the sound echoes in Lucas’ ears, “I always appreciate an admirer. Especially one as cute as you.” Lucas feels himself choke on nothing, if he tried to respond he isn’t sure anything would even come out. Eliott breaks the silence as he nods at what Lucas is carrying, “party tonight?”

“Oh, um, no not really. Just me and the guys are chilling at Arthur’s place.” Lucas pauses and glances at what Eliott is holding in the basket, “wow, big homecooked feast planned there?”

Eliott laughs, “no, no. I can’t cook to save my own life if I’m being honest. It’s actually Lucille who offered to cook dinner, but she’s vegan so...lots of greens and other things in this basket.”

Lucas feels his heart constrict at the mention of Lucille’s name. But just as the feeling came on Lucas had to remind himself that for the love of God he doesn’t have any reason to be jealous, it’s not like Eliott would even be interested in Lucas. “That’s nice of her,” Lucas manages to say.

Eliott nods, “we haven’t seen each other in a while. I just moved back into town so,”

“Oh, where’d you move from?” Lucas wonders.

“I went to Paris for a modelling gig, then came back here.”

A model, of course! “Oh, that’s awesome. Is modelling what you want to do?”

Eliott shrugs, “I guess it’s an option. What I really want to get into is art.”

Lucas raises his eyebrows in surprise, Eliott hadn’t really struck him as an artistic type, “that’s awesome, dude!”

Eliott smiles, “thanks. Y’know I can do art, but I can’t seem to find the stupid sugar in this place,” Eliott says exasperated.

Lucas laughs, “I can help you if you want?”

“Would you mind?”

Lucas shakes his head, “of course not! Is it just sugar?”

Eliott bites at his bottom lip, and Lucas can’t help but watch. His eyes finally manage their way back up to Eliott’s eyes and...is that...a blush on his cheeks? “Actually, it’s sugar, brown sugar, brussel sprouts and spinach.”

Lucas smirks, “wow, guess you really do suck at grocery shopping.”

“I told you,”

Lucas laughs and thinks for a couple moments, “so sugar and brown sugar should be in the isle…” he lets his voice trail off as his eyes scan the shelves, falling on what he was looking for. He jumps into action, grabbing both off the shelves before turning back to Eliott, “so here’s these two. You really didn’t see these?” Lucas laughs as Eliott places them in his cart.

Eliott scoffs, “I guess I was too distracted by a certain someone crashing into me.”

“Alright, point taken.” Lucas laughs, “I think that brussel sprouts would be in the frozen foods section, which is just two isles over. And...spinach should probably be there too.”

“Thanks, Lucas, don’t know what I would have done without you,” Eliott says.

He shrugs, “I guess you probably would have just been stuck here wandering around for the next hour or so.”

That made Eliott laugh, “you’re probably right.” Lucas is just about ready to say his goodbyes when Eliott stops him, holding his arm as he tries to walk past, “I’m hosting a somewhat small party at my place next sunday, would you want to come? You could bring your friends if you wanted to.”

Something inside Lucas almost wanted to tease Eliott, have himself play hard to get and just see what the other’s reaction would be. Instead Lucas smiles and says “of course, I can get the information from you next saturday. Sound good?”

Eliott nods, “sounds perfect. Bye, Lucas.”

Next Saturday it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Lucas is immediately disappointed, knowing that Eliott probably won’t show up while it’s raining like this. Though, not that Lucas would object to that. He wouldn’t mind to have some eye candy today, he sorta needs a pick-me-up.

Mika spent the night at a “friends” house and Manon had left early to have, what Lucas could only guess was, a heated discussion with Charles. Lisa had...disappeared. To be honest, Lucas never really knows where she is. When he got up he had no idea what time it was. The sun was shrouded by the dark clouds, casting even darker shadows over the bleak town.

It’s almost twelve by the time Lucas makes his way into the kitchen. His eyes are still half closed as he fumbles through their cupboards looking for the bread. Lucas gives up on his search after what feels like an eternity of looking. He opts for the couch instead, the ol’ reliable. As he sits down he doesn’t jump to turn on the TV, or to turn on his phone, instead he sits there listening to the rain. It sounds like someone pounding ruthlessly on the window with how hard the rain was hitting it. He lets his head roll back and his eyes drift close. He thinks about just falling asleep on the couch, it wouldn’t be the first time.

He can feel his subconscious taking over, or actually he can pinpoint the exact moment his subconscious takes over, because of the image of Oliver that appears on his eyelids. Lucas can immediately recognize the memory. It’s of their first real date, they had gone to the park after Lucas got off work. Oliver had packed them a picnic, and Lucas thought it was the most romantic thing ever. They had laughed practically all day, not once was there an awkward silence or even a moment that passed where Lucas felt like he didn’t belong. It all just felt so right. That was the day that Lucas felt like he was falling in love for the first time.

His eyes fluttered open, tears streaming his cheeks. He wiped them away violently, and rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He seriously had to get over that prick. He knew it, his friends knew it, even Tyler knew it. Yet Lucas found it so hard to let go. There is a difference between being in love and falling in love, it seems. Lucas is obviously in love with his mom and his friends, maybe even Mika (though that may be stretching it a little). That type of love is guaranteed. You are guaranteed to love your friends in a way that is indescribable. But with Oliver, it was like falling in love was brand new. It made Lucas’s heart beat faster and his pupils dilate. It made his palms sweat and hairs stand on end. And then it was all gone.

A loud knock at the door startled Lucas out of his daze. It audibly made him gasp and jump off of the couch. He took another second to compose himself, and wiped under his eyes a final time before walking to the door. He unlocks the deadbolt and swings the door open just as a large gust of wind and rain hits him in the face. He blinks his eyes back open against the rain, sort of waiting for the person at the door to say something.

“Lucas, you okay?”

He would recognize that voice anywhere, “Eliott,” Lucas breathes out, like it’s the first time saying his name.

When Lucas doesn’t say anything else Eliott laughs, “that is me. Uh, may I come in? I’m sort of getting soaked.”

Lucas nods frantically and opens the door wide enough for Eliott to step through. As he’s slipping off his shoes and hanging his jacket by the door, Lucas asks, “what are you doing here? You can’t really work on the yard in this weather.”

“I know, but, I told you that I would give you the information for my party tomorrow. I didn’t really want to disappoint.” Eliott smiles over his shoulder.

Lucas bites at his bottom lip, trying to remind himself he shouldn’t get too excited, that Eliott isn’t here to just hang out. “Oh, thanks,” Lucas mumbles and closes the door.

“Sorry, is it a bad time? I can go…”

“No! No! You’re fine, why do you ask?”

Eliott shrugs, “you’re eyes are a little red. Either you’ve been smoking something or you’ve been crying.”

Lucas cringes and, on instinct, goes to wipe his eyes. He isn’t really sure what he’s trying to do, maybe wipe the redness away, “oh, yeah. I wasn’t smoking anything,” Lucas laughs, though that just made him sound pathetic.

Eliott pauses and they are suddenly surrounded by a very tense silence in the middle of a very small entrance. “I won’t ask for any details, since we aren’t that close, but if you want to talk…”

Lucas smiles, “thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Lucas nods his head in the direction of the living room and they start heading that way.

“It’s a nice place,” Eliott comments as they take their places on the couch.

Lucas laughs, “you’ve been in here before!”

“I know, but I didn’t really get to appreciate the structure and composition of the rooms-”

“Okay, okay, we get it you’re an artist.”

Eliott laughs, but slowly it dies away and they are left once again in a rough silence. “So, Sunday,” Eliott begins, finally breaking their pause, “it’s going to be super chill. It’s just going to be like thirty people tops, it starts around 7-8pm, though who knows when people will actually show up. And my house is just a couple streets away from here.”

Lucas smirks, “you came all the way over here to tell me that?”

Eliott shrugs, “no, I came all the way over here, in the rain, mind you, to hang out with the cute and devilishly handsome guy who lives in a house I work for.”

“Oh, you must be looking for Mika then,” Lucas jokes, “sorry he’s not in today-”

“Lucas!” Eliott exclaims in laughter, “I obviously meant you.”

Lucas bites his lip and looks away from the searing gaze Eliott has on him. Lucas doesn’t know how much more of this he can take before he combusts. “How do you do that?” Lucas asks. “Do what?”

“Flirt like that when you obviously still have a girlfriend?” Lucas asks. He nearly regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth because of the shocked look which appears on Eliott’s face.

“Lucas, I don’t-” Eliott begins, but then his words fade off into a very quiet “oooooh.” Lucas raises an eyebrow at him as he enters into a fit of laughter.

“What? What’d I say?” Lucas asks.

“Lucas, Lucille is not my girlfriend. She’s my adopted sister.” Eliott laughs again.

Lucas feels the color drain from his face as he mumbles a nearly quiet “oh my god,” followed by his cheeks erupting into flames. “I’m so stupid,” Lucas groans and goes to cover his face with his hands.

Lucas feels his face heat up even more and he rocks back and forth in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I just did that,” Lucas says as Eliott’s hands go to wrap around his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.

“You were jealous! That’s adorable.” Eliott laughs.

Lucas groans again, but this time can’t hide his face in his hands since Eliott still has grip on them, “I was not jealous! I’ve talked to you like three times before today! How could I be jealous?” Lucas groans and pushes himself off the couch “what do you say we forget that all just happened and have a beer?”

“At 11 o’clock? Of course!”

Within just an hour they had both downed three beers, which actually isn’t too bad. But Lucas had ulterior motives. Because everytime he closed his eyes, Oliver appeared as a very real, very vivid image. He hoped that the alcohol would completely erase him from his mind. Luckily, Lucas had Eliott to help distract him as he told Lucas a story about one of his friends puking on a girl in a very animated way. Lucas appreciated the distraction, though he almost felt guilty in using Eliott to take his mind off Oliver.

The more Lucas drank, the more easy-going he became. He was able to laugh and joke around with Eliott. He told him a couple things he’d never told anyone, not even Yann.

“I’m still trying to get over my ex, who broke up with me and was fucking someone on the side the whole time,” Lucas says.

“I’m bipolar.”

“I broke up my best friend and his girlfriend because I thought I had a crush on him,” Lucas takes of sip of his current beer.

“I cheated on my ex-girlfriend more times than I can count.”

Lucas scoffs, “okay, at least you’re a worse human than I am.” He snickers when Eliott chucks a pillow at him. “I used a girl as a beard for a while,” Lucas mumbles.

“What do you mean?” Eliott asks and looks at Lucas through his half closed eyes.

“You know, when a gay guy uses a girl to pretend that he’s still straight? Wow, you didn’t know what that was/?”

Eliott shakes his head, “oh, I knew what it meant. I just wanted to be certain you were gay before I did this.” Eliott says and pulls out a joint from his pocket. Lucas tries not to think how long that’s been in there. He lights it using a lighter that had been left out of their coffee table.

Lucas watches as Eliott leans forward, closing the distance between them. Lucas doesn’t go to turn away, too caught up in everything Eliott. Eliott’s eyes holding him in place. Eliott’s hand snaking around his waist. Eliott’s other hand placing the lit joint between his soft lips. Eliott as he blows out, releasing a vast amount of smoke between them. Lucas opens his mouth and breathes in, holding the smoke as Eliott pulls the joint from his lips, and only releasing when he knows for sure Eliott is watching.

Lucas takes the initiative, pulling Eliott’s head down to meet his. Their kiss is chaotic. It’s messy. Full of lips and tongue. Lucas barely registers Eliott grounding the lit joint into the ashtray until both of Eliott’s hands are free and they come up to Lucas’s waist, pulling them closer. There is absolutely nothing soft in their movements as Eliott lays Lucas on his back. Eliott nips at the soft skin of Lucas’s neck, trailing hot kisses back up to Lucas’s jaw. Lucas doesn’t think through his movements as he pulls Eliott’s shirt off, followed by his own. Their mouths crash together, as if the mere two seconds they were separated was a decade. A moan is pulled from Lucas’s lips as Eliott grinds down, providing much needed friction. Lucas can feel Eliott’s boner pressed against his thigh, and Lucas is sure Eliott feels his.

Lucas finally decides that just kissing isn’t enough anymore and pushes them upwards with a force that sends Eliott on his back and Lucas straddling his lap. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Eliott mumbles and brings his hands up to Lucas’s hips, gripping them with enough pressure to leave possible bruising there the next day.

Lucas slowly starts moving down, pressing kisses over the expanse of Eliott’s toned chest until he gets to his denim jeans. Lucas quickly unbuttons, unzips, and pulls them away to reveal Eliott’s impressive erection. He spends no time in taking Eliott into his mouth, pushing him all the way to the back of his throat. Lucas gags a couple times (he wasn’t lucky enough to be born without a gag reflex) but he forces himself down. The moans coming from Eliott is enough of a reward. He pulls himself off, stroking up and down a couple times before kissing up his length.

“Fuck, Lucas, where did you learn to do that?” Eliott asks breathless.

Lucas smirks, “not my first time, baby.”

Eliott’s eyes roll back as Lucas goes down again, this time bobbing his head and twirling his tongue around the tip of Eliott’s cock. “Shit, you need to stop,” Eliott moans and moves a hand through Lucas’s hair to pull him off.

Lucas pants for a few seconds, trying to decode what Eliott had just said to him, his mind completely elsewhere. “Right, yeah,” Lucas begins, voice already hoarse.

Before Lucas can say anything else Eliott is pushing them back to their original position, Lucas underneath him. Lucas normally likes the more dominating position of riding, but he has to admit that Eliott’s broad shoulders and just their vast size difference makes Lucas feel more secure. Eliott works on Lucas’s jeans for only a couple minutes before they are tossed to the side and they are finally connected skin to skin. Lucas moans at the feeling, and he is so, so glad that his roommates aren’t home.

Eliott’s lips are roaming Lucas’s chest and he mumbles, “I’ve been dying to do this every since I first saw you that day in your loose-fitting shirt when you opened the door for me,” Lucas bites his lip when Eliott leaves a good sized hickey on his neck, just above where any shirt could cover it, “I just knew I had to see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Lucas moans, he tries and fails to grind upwards, whining when it doesn’t work. Eliott chuckles, “you want me that bad?” Lucas nods and wraps his arms around Eliott’s neck. “Well, you’re going to have to tell me, babe, or else I won’t know what to do.”

“You know what I want, asshole,” Lucas rushes out as Eliott roams his hands down his chest, lifting up when they get close to Lucas’s crotch.

“I don’t think I do.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Lucas hisses when Eliott’s hands move to roam his backside, “I want you to fuck me, Eliott.”

Lucas can feel Eliott’s smile against his chest. Lucas closes his eyes when he hears Eliott spit into his hand, making impromptu lube, “I don’t have anything, don’t worry,” Eliott mumbles before sliding in a finger. Lucas’s toes curl and he grinds his jaw at the feeling. He hasn’t had sex in a while, so it’s gotten really tight. A few minutes later and Eliott has three fingers in, creating a steady pumping motion that has Lucas moaning for more. Every so often Eliott’s fingers will curl up, hitting the place that sends waves of pleasure and shivers through Lucas.

“Are you okay?” Eliott asks, and Lucas nods. He’s glad that Eliott keeps checking in. He never knew sex could be so pleasurable. With Oliver it was only every about satisfying his needs, rather than Lucas’s.

Eliott removed his fingers allowing Lucas some breathing time before Eliott starting aligning himself. “Ready?” Eliott asks. Lucas nods frantically and wraps his arms a little tighter around Eliott’s neck. Slowly he starts to push in, and Lucas sees stars. It’s centimeter by centimeter, but it’s seems to go on forever. When Eliott is finally flush against Lucas, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

A few tears fall from Lucas’s eyes, but he has always been the guy to cry during sex. Something in his nature apparently. Slowly, Eliott starts moving, a much slower rhythm than his fingers carried. However, he still managed to hit Lucas’s prostate repeatedly. Everytime he pushed in Lucas would moan with pleasure. Pretty soon Eliott’s rhythm started to become erratic and Lucas knows they were both close. Stars were shooting across his vision as the pressure built up in his abdomen. He didn’t even need to touch his cock before he was screaming out and coming onto his chest. Eliott following only a couple seconds after.

Eliott collapsed on top of Lucas, panting heavily and sweat making hairs stick to his forehead. Lucas doesn’t think twice about moving some hair out of the way and placing kisses onto the sweaty skin. Finally, once their breathing patterns return to normal, Eliott asks, “did you dry come?”

Lucas laughs and brushes his fingers through Eliott’s hair. “I guess I did.”

Eliott positions his head on Lucas’s chest so they can make eye contact with each other, “you are unbelievable, Lucas.”

Lucas hums, “I guess I am. But props to you for hitting my prostate every time.”

Eliott laughs, “I guess that’s my specialty.”

“I’m going to go grab us some towels,” Lucas says and slowly shifts out from under Eliott until he’s back on his feet. He shimies into his underwear before marching through the house to find their cupboard of towels.

When he walks into the kitchen he tosses one to Eliott and begins wiping himself down. He sits beside Eliott on the couch, a silence falling over them. It’s charged with a question neither of them are ready to ask.

It’s a couple more minutes before Eliott speaks up, “so, what is this?” Lucas refuses to meet his eyes, looking everywhere but at Eliott. “Is it casual?”

Lucas’s eyes finally flick up to find Eliott’s, “casual, yeah. Sounds good.”

Lucas feels like he’s a hollow shell as he watches Eliott get dressed back into his jeans and t-shirt. He slips his own shirt on to walk Eliott out. Lucas opens the door for them and Eliott walks through. The problem is you can’t really get attached, since you have to have a mutual understanding that it’s going to end. That’s been a problem with some of my past flings, Lucas hear’s Mika’s voice in his head. They pause in the threshold as Eliott hands over his phone, and Lucas fills in his contact info before handing it back over. No words exchanged.

He closes the door without waiting for Eliott to get all the way to his car. Once he hears the truck drive away, he falls to his knees, breaking down into tears.

Lucas purposefully evades the house next Saturday, trying his best to avoid Eliott because he knows as soon as he lays eyes on him his heart will melt. So, when Lucas gets a text from Eliott Monday night asking if he wants to go for a ride, he can’t refuse.

Mika gives Lucas a wary look when he walks past them in the living room. Lucas didn’t dress “to the nines” for a booty call from Eliott, which is exactly what it was. Though, Lucas isn’t necessarily complaining, the sex is really good. And as Mika said, so is the talking, though they do less of that. By the time Lucas is walking out the front door, Eliott is pulling up in his truck. He rolls down his window as Lucas walks up, and pokes his head down to give Lucas a beaming grin. Don’t smile like that if you don’t mean it, Lucas wants to say as he climbs into the passenger seat.

“Hey, baby,” Eliott says and gives Lucas a little peck on the cheek.

Lucas can’t help but smile, and he hates himself for it. “Hey,” he replies and buckles himself in, “where are we going?”

Eliott hums as he puts the car into drive, “you’ll see.”

The drive there is silent. Lucas stares out the window and watches as the suburbs become farmland. Even when they are barely any houses, they keep driving. They could have gone on forever, and Lucas would not have minded. Finally Eliott pulls over as the sun is setting over the horizon. They are in an empty cornfield that seems to stretch on for miles. It’s almost breathtaking.

“Where are we?” Lucas asks as he hops out of the car and walks around to the front, Eliott mirroring his movements.

“Well, my family used to live out here. We only recently moved to the city. But, anytime I got overwhelmed or scared I would come here.” Eliott shrugs and his eyes survey the horizon. “I know it looks like every other corn field out there, and to be honest it is, but there is something more peaceful here. More serene.”

Lucas smiles up at Eliott and takes his time in studying his expression. It only lasts a few seconds before Eliott glances down, locking eyes with Lucas. A hand snakes around Lucas’s neck and he’s being pulled into a kiss. It’s softer this time, less rushed. The feel of each other’s lips is familiar, and Lucas melts into the feeling.

He didn’t really get a chance to before, because it was so hectic, but Lucas studied the way Eliott kisses. He kisses like Lucas is air and he’s been drowning for years. He kisses like he’s never tasted or felt anything more beautiful.

And Lucas’s heart breaks knowing that Eliott has kissed others in the same way.

Lucas pulls away from the kiss, cutting it short. Eliott seems confused and pants for a couple seconds before running a hand through Lucas’s hair. “You okay?” He asks.

Lucas forces a smile, “yeah, yeah. Let’s get in the car.” He says and grabs Eliott’s hands, pulling him to the back seat.

Lucas pushed Eliott in first, making him land on his back. Lucas crawls in afterwards, closes the door behind him and he straddles Eliott’s lap. He quickly strips himself of his shirt, throwing it out of the way.

“Lucas…” Eliott whispers and starts to sit upright.

Lucas shakes his head and presses a hand to Eliott’s chest, pushing him back down. Eliott doesn’t protest, but keeps his hands positioned on Lucas’s waist.

Riding Eliott felt like an awakening. Being able to watch him slowly unravel and fall apart underneath had Lucas moaning. As they reached their end Eliott grabbed a tight hold onto Lucas’s waist, halting Lucas’s rhythm. He started thrusting hard upwards and Lucas completely unraveled. He came with a moan loud enough it could have been mistaken for a scream.

Afterwards they wrap themselves in a blanket Eliott had in the back seat. Lucas laid his head down on Eliott’s chest. To be honest, Lucas was practically laying on top of Eliott because of the thin seats. But neither were complaining. It was actually nice being able to rest his head on Eliott’s chest and trace different shapes over and across the large expanse of skin. Eliott had his arms wrapped around Lucas protectively, yet gentle as if he pressed any harder Lucas would shatter.

“I think you left some bruises on my hips,” Lucas jones after a little while of silence.

Eliott laughs, “good, everyone will know you’re already fucking someone.”

“That hickey you gave me has barely faded away and it’s been over a week.”

“You just bruise like a peach, it’s not my fault,” Eliott laughs again as Lucas punches his chest playfully.

After a while Lucas goes to shift his position, to take some of the pressure off of his left arm. But a rush of soreness shoots up Lucas’s back making utter a soft “ow!”

“You okay?” Eliott asks.

Lucas nods, “yeah, just sore.”

Eliott wiggles his eyebrows at Lucas as he lays back down, “I guess I did my job well then.”

“Shut up, idiot.”

Eliott grins and loops an arm up around Lucas’s head, pressing him impossibly closer. Eventually they both drift off to sleep. Eliott’s heart acting as a soft metronome.

When Lucas next woke his head was spinning. He tried to get a sense of his bearings, but it took him a good few minutes to figure out he was in a car. He groaned as he stretched out his legs and arms, only then realizing that he was being spooned by another person on the narrow car seats. Memories of the night before comes back to him all at once as he shifts his hips and groans out in pain. Damn, Eliott really did him rough.

“Lucas?” a husky voice asks from behind him.

“Morning,” he replies, and smirks as he rubs backwards into Eliott eliciting a low groan from the older boy.

“Mm, don’t do that, baby. I might just jump you,” Eliott mumbles into the soft skin of Lucas’s neck.

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily refuse,” Lucas jokes and Eliott laughs.

“Okay, I definitely would but I think we should probably leave pretty soon.”

“Wow, you don’t have any balls anymore do you?” Lucas laugh and he can practically feel Eliott’s eye roll. “There is definitely an Eliott in some parallel universe who decides to ravish Lucas in this car, right here right now.”

“‘Some parallel universe?’” Eliott asks.

“It’s my theory,” Lucas explains, “that every time we have to make a decision, there is a different version of me in another universe who made the other choice. So in every life, I’ve tried everything.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

Lucas hums, “well, you’re wrong. Because there are multiple Eliott’s and Lucas’s laying together right now like we are. There are some who are still pining after each other. There’s one version where Eliott didn’t come in for a drink of lemonade the first day they saw each other. There’s another Eliott and Lucas who met at school.” Lucas pauses, and shuffles backwards to press his back against Eliott’s chest, “and there is an Eliott and Lucas who aren’t just having casual sex. Instead, they are telling one another that they love each other for the first time.”

It’s been nearly a month since Lucas and Eliott started their “friends with benefits” relationship, and Lucas knows he’s in way over his head. Ever since that car ride with Eliott, slowly but surely, he’s feeling have grown from attraction to love. He tries to ignore it, he really does. Because they have a ton of fun together. And at times it is easier to forget, like when they are just talking normally or when Eliott is balls deep inside of him and Lucas is screaming to come. Those times are easier.

But then there is time in between. When Eliott presses gentle kisses to Lucas’s forehead, lulling him to sleep as he massages his scalp. Or when they stay awake afterwards and watch a cheesy Disney movie. Or when Lucas is having post-sex cravings, but his joints are too sore to move so Eliott offers to go get him whatever he wants.

It hurts because even if Lucas were to move on from Eliott, he knows he would never be able to find someone who satisfies him as much as Eliott does. And not just physically. Yes, their bodies match so well together, but also mentally. They can laugh and just enjoy each other’s company without it always having to be about the sex. So, Lucas drew himself a line, at least until his crush passes. That’s all it is, a crush. At least that’s what Lucas tries to convince himself.

He won’t allow any kisses on the lips from this point onward, he’s decided. It sounds stupid, since people would argue that getting kissed on the lips is less intimate than having sex until the early hours of the morning like Lucas and Eliott have been doing. But sex with Eliott is almost animalistic. Sure, there are days when he is calm and builds Lucas up to his climax, but really it’s all about satisfaction. Kissing on the lips is much more intimate than just seeking release. Kissing each other slowly is almost like telling the person “I like you, I like you a lot.” And Lucas doesn’t think he could hold himself back from murmuring a soft “I love you” against Eliott’s lips if they ever kissed again.

“Lucas is probably going to be with his newest fuck buddy this weekend,” Arthur says as he repeadtedly smashes a button on the controller pointed at the TV.

He had decided to hang with the Gang for the first time in about two weeks. Lucas actually turned Eliott down on an offer to make time for his friends, which Lucas saw as growth. Slowly trying to separate himself from everything Eliott.

Yet, here he was. Making himself into the conversation of his tight friend group.

“WHA- I don’t have a fuck buddy!” Lucas protests and sits up in his chair.

Yann rolls his eyes, “dude, even if you say that you have about ten hickeys on your neck. Obviously you’re fucking somebody.”

“Or you’re the one getting fucked…?” Basile adds, more as a question.

Arthur sighs in exasperation, “seriously, Basile. Sense the conversation.” Arthur shakes his head as he turns back to Lucas, “so who is he?”

Lucas sighs in defeat, “you guys don’t know him.”

“Try us,” Yann says.

“Fine, his name is Eliott. And before any of you say anything about it, we both agreed that it was something casual. Just like a, a summer fling if you will.”

Yann pauses and narrows his eyes at Lucas, “you like him don’t you?”

“What, Yann! You can’t just ask him-”

“Ugh, yeah! Okay I do!” Lucas juts in, cutting Arthur off. “He’s everything I’ve ever looked for in a guy. He’s nice to talk to, he’s funny, we have a crap ton in common, he’s hot, and, of course, to top it all off he’s actually really, really fucking good in bed. It’s just unfair!” Lucas groans, “at the beginning I was just using him to get over Oliver, but now it’s like I’m falling in love with him and I just can’t stop!”

“Have you considered the possibility that Eliott is falling for you too?” Basile asks.

Lucas shakes his head, “no, I mean he was the one who proposed we do it casual.”

“Well, wait,” Yann says and shifts forward on the couch, “did he propose it or did he just ask you if you wanted it casual.”

Lucas pauses, “I can’t...remember.”

Yann raises an eyebrow at him, smile growing wider, “okay, so. So far we have that he may or may not have proposed a casual relationship, but also that he obviously spends a lot of time around you, and he obviously likes to leave hickeys on you where he knows other people will be able to see them.” Yann pauses. “Maybe he doesn’t want the relationship to remain casual anymore?”

Lucas isn’t entirely sure how to respond, so he doesn’t.

“Right,” Yann breathes in, “so, why don’t you contact him?”

Lucas rolls his eyes at his friend, “I’m not going to confess my love to him over text, Yann.”

“Right, you shouldn’t.” Arthur jumps in, “why don’t you ask Eliott where he is? Then maybe you can meet him and have a talk with him.”

“Yeah! Do that, do that!” Basile says all too ecstatically.

Eventually all of them are chanting for Lucas to text Eliott. Lucas laughs as he pulls out his phone and types in Eliott’s contact. The idiot had named himself in Lucas’s phone: love of my life, my one and only with a few heart emojis to boot.

To: Hey, where are you right now?

From: Awe, does my baby miss me that much?

From: May I remind you that you were the one who said no sex tonight? ;) Cockblocked yourself, mister.

To: Jesus, you are too much to handle.

From: Mm, well obviously, I had you biting your arm so hard last time to hold back your shouts.

To: That isn’t what I meant, ugh! Nevermind, forget it

From: No, no, I’m sorry. What’s up?

To: Nothing, I just wanted to know what you were up to.

From: Well, since you turned me down :( I went to a party at a Idriss’ house.

To: Ah, okay.

From: ??

From: That’s it?

To: Yeah

From: You are very weird, Monsieur Lallemant.

To: Thanks

“He’s at a party hosted by Idriss.” Lucas reports.

Yann claps his hands in excitement, “well let’s go then! I know his apartment!”

When they walk into the party, they look like a group of deer in headlights. Lucas has never been a big drinker, so parties are not really his thing. And this party was...chaotic. Every person looked like they were drunk out of their minds and just about ready to pass out. Or there were the people in one room passing around the thickest joint Lucas has ever seen.

He grabs himself a beer, to at least look like he’s doing something, before walking around and looking for Eliott. He checks all the downstairs rooms, even in the basement. Still no sign of Eliott. Maybe he went home?

The deep bass of the songs playing starts getting to Lucas’s head, and he knows if he doesn’t leave soon he has the high possibility of passing out. He’s grabbing his jacket and slipping it on when he takes a glance up the stairs. He feels his heart stop.

“Lucas, where’s your man?” Arthur asks excitedly as he comes up beside Lucas. Obviously he doesn’t see the tears streaming down Lucas’s face or the slight flashes of anger as they pass through him. Lucas can’t form any words, so all he can do is motion his head up the stairs. Lucas watches as Arthur follows his gaze, and he watches as his smile fades away. There Eliott stands, pressing himself against a guy who clearly wasn’t Lucas. Because Lucas is the one watching them. Arthur turns away when they see Eliott and the other guy disappear into the closest room. “Lucas…” Arthur begins.

He shakes his head, “nah, it’s okay.” He knows he isn’t convincing either of them as another tear runs the length of his cheek, “I mean, we’re casual. He’s probably been...he’s probably been fucking other people this whole time, right? I’m not special. I’m just a toy. I knew that. It’s fine. It’s okay.” Lucas rushes out of the house. Everything suddenly becoming too overwhelming.

He makes it past the driveway and down the street before he’s kicking and screaming at a metal gate. He slams himself against it, punches it, and curses at it until his fingers are bleeding.

To Lucas: Hey, what are you doing later?

To Lucas: Did you ever come to Idriss’ party?

To Lucas: Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. Everything okay?

To Lucas: Did I do something?

To Lucas: Lucas?

To Lucas: Okay, you’re sort of freaking me out, are you safe?

To Lucas: Lucas, why aren’t you responding. I saw your instagram post.

It’s been two weeks since the night of Idriss’ party. Eliott had been repeatedly calling and texting Lucas, yet to no avail. Maybe Lucas was done with him. Well, ever since Lucas’s most recent post on Instagram, it’s been made clear that Lucas moved on. In the photo Lucas has his arms wrapped around a guy Eliott would describe as...decent looking. They’re both smiling and gazing into each other’s eyes. It almost makes Eliott sick. The caption ties the whole thing together: he thinks because we’re on a date he gets to eat my fries. It’s cheesy, and Eliott nearly smiled at it the first time he read it.

But then his heart was ripped out of his chest. Because it meant that Lucas was cutting all ties with Eliott. It made sense, especially if he’s gotten a boyfriend. He wouldn’t want a fuck-buddy around. But that was the issue.

Eliott was so caught up in their friends with benefits relationship he hadn’t even realized he was falling for Lucas. And he had been falling hard. When Lucas began cutting ties with him, he was plunged into a period of depression. He locked himself in his room, cancelled the job he had with Mika to avoid contact with Lucas, and even turned his phone off. It wasn’t until Idriss and Sofiane burst into his room that he actually got out of bed. They had demanded to know what was going on. Eliott explained to them the situation: Lucas had cut ties, he’d gotten himself a boyfriend, and Eliott is slowly dying without him

“Wait, Lucas as in Lucas Lallemant?” Idriss asks.

Eliott nods his head while shooting his friend a questioning look.

“Well, he’s friends with Yann, uh, yeah Yann that’s his name. I saw them at my party Friday, and Yann and I were talking when all of a sudden Lucas came rushing past us, he looked super upset. It looked like he had been crying. We overheard some of the conversation between Lucas and his other friend, blonde hair, glasses guy.” Idriss pauses, “anyways, we heard them him something about ‘Lucas, I’m sorry. I can’t believe he did that’ and Lucas responded with something along the lines of ‘well, I’m his fuck toy so I don’t know what I expected.’”

Eliott frowns, trying to understand what they could have been talking about. Then it dawned on him, he had been making out with a guy before going into a room together. Eliott was so drunk he honestly doesn’t remember half of it. He does remember than he ended up throwing up on the guy, so obviously they didn’t end up doing anything. But, shit, Lucas doesn’t know that. “Oh, fuck,” Eliott groans and runs his hands through his hair. “They must have seen me go into the room with that guy. Shit.”

Sofiane frowned, “what guy? Did something happen?”

Eliott shook his head, “no, no. I...I ended up not going through with it. I felt...guilty.” Which was part of the truth, his friends didn’t need to know the more embarrassing details.

Sofiane lifted his eyebrows, “bro, you need to text Lucas. Tell him what you just told us. He obviously has deeper feelings for you as well, he was super upset it sounds like.”

Eliott pauses, “you think so?”

Idriss and Sofiane nod their head frantically.

Eliott laughs at his friends, but his smile fades almost immediately after, “but what if he doesn’t feel the same way? Or just doesn’t respond to this text either.”

Idriss places a gentle hand on Eliott’s shoulder, “you don’t know until you try, do you?”

He gives his friends a parting smile as they slowly make their way out of the room. It takes Eliott a couple more minutes to make his hands stop shaking and reach to unplug his phones. He opens his messages to Lucas, his heart slightly breaking at all the messages Lucas has still yet to respond to. Eliott takes a deep breath, his fingers typing out a message. He doesn’t want to scare Lucas off with a sudden barrage of all of his emotions. So he opts for a simple: Hey, Lucas, I miss you and I really want to talk. Just talk. I have some stuff I need to tell you.

It takes a day for Lucas to respond. It was shocking to Eliott that Lucas actually read it and responded to his message. He thought he was going to have radio silence forever.

He had holed himself in his room, turning off all notifications except for ones coming from Lucas. So when he heard his phone ping from his bedside he scrambles to grab his phone. His eyes finally focus on the screen, and he can practically hear his heart shattering.

From Lucas: Please stop contacting me, Eliott. I’m trying to move on from you. I saw you with that guy at Idriss’ party and I realized that I can’t do this casual thing forever. I realized I was falling in love with you, and obviously those are emotions that would get tangled in your whole ‘no strings attached’ thing. You contacting me isn’t making it any easier. Just stop.

Eliott feels like he is going to throw up. That was it. He lost his chance. Lucas doesn’t want to see him anymore. Sure, he’d gotten a confession, “I realized I was falling in love with you.” But Lucas already moved on. Lucas now has that guy who he flaunts on Instagram. Eliott briefly thinks about contacting that guy via Instagram and telling him that Lucas’s been fucking someone on the side, but he isn’t that evil. Instead he goes back to hiding himself in his room. Drawing pages upon pages of a raccoon and a hedgehog, smiling, holding hands, hugging, kissing, watching TV, moving in together, sleeping together, everything that their alternate universe selves could go doing at this very moment.

But of course he’s in the one universe where they go their separate ways.

Eliott’s forced out of his apartment when he runs out of milk around 10pm. He had been making cereal but was sourly disappointed when he found they didn’t have any milk. And neither Idriss or Sofiane are home to go get him some. He forces his legs into sweatpants and throws on his one sweatshirt before heading out the door. He looks like shit, he realizes, but he can’t find it in him to care. It’s now been a week since Lucas responded to his message. And in that week Lucas has posted another photo with his boyfriend on a dinner date. A dinner date Eliott wishes he could have been on with Lucas.

It’s slowly eating him alive, he thinks. The fact that he’s lost Lucas feels like it’s tearing him limb from limb. He regrets every waking moment that Lucas isn’t with him. That Lucas isn’t in his arms. Or when he can’t run out at one in the morning to go grab Lucas what he’s craving that very moment.

Eliott walks in like a zombie, barely having enough energy to pick up his feet as he walks to the back of the store. He grabs a random jug of milk, the weight of the carton pulling him forward. He watches his feet as he walks. He blinks slowly as the ground moves underneath him, and it begins to feel as if he isn’t even walking himself. Eliott bumps into something, and mutters a soft “sorry.” It’s when he hears a reply that he realizes he hadn’t bumped into something, but rather someone. He picks his head up to give an honest apology, but is met with the image of Lucas standing in front of the cereal. Their eyes lock for just a second before Lucas turns to run away.

“Lucas.” His voice halts Lucas dead in his tracks.

Lucas spins on his heels, coming face to face with a very disgruntled looking Eliott. He is probably the most worn-out looking Lucas has ever seen him. He’s in nothing but sweats, which Lucas didn’t even know he owned, his hair is more messy than usual, the dark circles under his eyes speak volumes on how little sleep he’s gotten, and he looks even thinner, almost like a shell of an Eliott he once was.

Lucas cradles the carton of orange juice in his arm and grips the box of cookies a little tighter, “hey, Eliott.”

Eliott doesn’t smile as he steps closer, but he tries to make a joke nonetheless, “big night I see.”

Lucas smiles, “well, Victor is over, so.”

Eliott feels his blood run cold. Victor. Most likely the boyfriend. “Ah, okay. Guess you had to find someone to replace me,” the joke runs flat. It doesn’t come out as a joke at all. All it does is make Lucas shift uncomfortably where he stands.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Lucas mutters and Eliott feels his heart flutter for just a second. “He’s nice, though. Yann introduced us. But, uh, there is one major issue with him.”

“And what’s that?” Eliott smiles.

“He likes dipping oreos in orange juice.” Lucas nearly whispers it and quirks an eyebrow up at him.

Eliott shakes his head in disbelief, “well, that is obviously inhumane. Are you sure he’s human?”

Lucas laughs, god, how Eliott missed that sound. “Sometimes I wonder. Anyways, I should probably, uh, head out. Don’t want to keep him waiting too long.”

Eliott nods, sucking in a breath, “yeah, of course.” He wants to scream when Lucas turns back around, walking slowly towards the front of the store. Eliott wants to beg Lucas to stay. To talk. Even for just another minute. Just long enough to tell him how much he regrets every choice he’s made up till now. How much he wants to kiss him and tell him he loves him. And cuddle and watch stupid cheesy movies togther. He wants to eat oreos with milk, like a normal human does. He wants to just kiss those lips one more time. He wants to brush his hands through Lucas’s hair one more time.

He wants to whisper a soft “I love you” in the morning before Lucas has woken up because Eliott was too ecstatic to fall asleep with an absolute angel sleeping next to him. Just one more time.

But Eliott was stupid enough to go into that room with a guy he can’t even remember the name of. A guy whose face is just a blur. Lucas could be his, and yet he still managed to fuck it up.

Before Eliott can stop himself he is sprinting out of the store, dropping things on random shelves as he goes. When he breaks out into the street he frantically looks from side to side, searching for the brown hair that sticks up every which way. It’s pouring outside, a storm passing overhead, and it blurs his vision. He spots him, moving in and out of the crowd. Eliott feels his throat constrict and heart rate pick up as he frantically moves after him. But it feels like the closer he gets, the faster Lucas is moving.

Eliott almost thinks it’s a lost battle, about to give up when he shouts a quick “Lucas!” not even sure if the boy will hear it over the pouring of the rain.

Eliott can do nothing but watch as Lucas slows down and looks over the sea of people, finally locking eyes with Eliott. Eliott’s face breaks into a grin, and he doesn’t care how stupid he looks as he trips over himself trying to reach the man of his dreams.

“Eliott?” Lucas asks, as if he isn’t sure if Eliott is really in front of him.

“Sorry, I-” Eliott swallows. He didn’t plan out anything to say.

Lucas waits patiently, searching Eliott’s face for any clue as to what is coming next.

“Lucas, I just, I need you to know,” Eliott can’t get the words out.

Lucas rolls his eyes, “Eliott, saying sorry isn’t going to get me back in your bed. I need you to understand that I fell in love with you, and it’s just too painful for me to continue this friends with benefits thing we have going on if I can’t actually have you in my life. You can’t just be some drifter who comes in and out whenever he pleases. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, but I need a foundation. And, and it breaks my heart that you aren’t ready to offer me that.”

Lucas is about to turn away, but Eliott grabs his arm before he really has the opportunity, “no, Lucas. I-that wasn’t what I was going to say. Sure, I am sorry. I made so many choices that I regret. But, God, it’s killing me every second you aren’t with me. To be honest I’ve never felt this way with anyone before you.” Lucas is about to roll his eyes, so Eliott laughs and says, “and before you roll your eyes at how cheesy I sound, just know it’s true. I made poor decisions because I was falling in love with you. And I still am. I’m continuously falling for you, Lucas. I love you.”

Eliott can see the shocked expression flicker across Lucas’s face. And then an expression that says “I don’t know how to respond to that.” Lucas takes a breath in, “but, I...It’s too late, Eliott.” Eliott bites his bottom lip, hard enough so that it distracts him from the breaking of his heart. “I can’t just leave Victor…”

“But you can, Lucas!” Eliott pleads and grabs hold of Lucas’s free hand, “I want to be your boyfriend. I want to have a life with you. I want to see where our lives are headed, together. I could even see myself marrying you, Lucas. Which sounds crazy, I know, but it’s true.”

Lucas searches in Eliott’s eyes, maybe he is searching for the answer to their problems, he isn’t really sure. “I need some time,” Lucas mumbles and slowly slips his hand out of Eliott’s reach.

Eliott shakes his head as he watches Lucas’s gaze turn away. In one last attempt Eliott uses his hands to cup Lucas’s face, forcing them to face each other. Lucas is about to say something, but doesn’t have a chance before Eliott’s lips on his. Eliott melts into the kiss. Lucas tastes like honey, sweetness must pump throat his very veins. Lucas responds, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Eliott hears Lucas drop his bag of groceries in order to wrap both his arms around Eliott’s neck.

Eliott knows he needs to stop the kiss, because he’s trying to prove to Lucas he’s not just a sex toy, but the man that stole his heart. So Eliott slowly takes his lips away, and rests their foreheads together. “I love you, Lucas.” Eliott mutters against Lucas’s lips, “take all the time you need. But...preferably sooner than later. Because it’s killing me, Lucas.”

Lucas laughs breathily, and Eliott can tell neither of them are ready to pull away just yet, so he forces himself to make the first move. He steps away, untangling his fingers from Lucas’s hair. He walks backwards until Lucas is lost in the sea of people.

It’s another week before Lucas contacts Eliott. He’s just lounging around his house after his lectures at his university, obviously trying not to think about Lucas. But failing miserably. He practically jumps to his phone at the notification from Lucas. Next thing he knows he’s sitting in his car parked outside of Lucas’s house, trying to build up the courage to actually walk to the front door.

But before Eliott can unbuckle his seat belt Lucas is opening the door and standing in his doorway. Eliott notes that he looks positively ethereal standing there. Hips cocked outwards, hair a spikey mess, eyes red and puffy, and those lips mouthing Eliott’s name. Then Eliott realizes that Lucas is crying, and he’s only mouthing his name because he isn’t able to actually form any words without fear of his voice breaking.

That sends Eliott flying out of his car, rushing to cup Lucas’s head in his hands. They crash into the hug and Eliott feels Lucas smile against his shoulder, which eases away some of his worry. They stand there for what could have been eternity before Lucas whispers,

“I ended things with Victor, neither of us took it well.”

Eliott smiles, “well, I guess I’ll just have to take responsibility than.” He lifts his head off Lucas’s shoulder in order to cup his head in his hands and wipe away his tears. “I love you, Lallemant, so you better at least take responsibility for that.”

Lucas laughs, and the glassiness in his eyes fade. “Oh, I plan to.”

Eliott melts at the sight of Lucas’s smile. All he wants is for his boy to feel better. “Want to go watch a movie?” Eliott asks.

Lucas nods, “but only if it’s Oui-Oui.”

Eliott laughs, “whatever you want, baby.”

#skam france #skam #elu #I really hope you guys like this #I've been working on it for a while lol #eliott demaury #skam eliott #Lucas Lallemant #lucas #lucas and eliott

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celesjial · 5 years

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hyunjin’s live quick trans

he was like HI BABY HI ANGEL HOW R U from the comments and i nearly died hes so cute

hes like oh whoops is this bad timing its like rlly early in korea WAKE UP AND WATCH ME GUYSSSS

someone knocked on the door so hes like WHO IS IT IM ON VLIVE and then seungmin jeongin and changbin barged in and theyre like we needa get smth and hyunjins like WHAT and seungmins like SECRET and then jeongin was like imma just stay with changbin till ur done bye and changbin started whining about how its HIS room and jeongin cant just barge in

didnt catch the name of the first song he listened to, but the second one was comethru by jeremy zucker

hyunjins been listening to more music than dramas recently but theres one hes been watching recently called hotel del luna and he likes it

he doesnt get colds very often so he never really feels sick (okay hyunjin flex) and he ate a lot of lobster recently

“who’s your roommate” hyunjin; minho-hyung but hes sleeping rn apparently he sleeps v well so he won’t wake up

he took a lot of pictures and a lot of them are of scenery with his members in it

he doesnt have swimming goggles and he swam with his eyes closed and he said he was scared lmao

“changbin’s birthday...” OMG CHANGBINS BIRTHDAY TF DO I BUY HIM

he played instagram by dean

“are u gonna do hyunjin’s practice room again” hyunjin: haven’t been satisfied with dance recently but i’ll practice hard and come back

“who are the roommates for this trip” changbin and seungmin, hyunjin and minho, chan and jisung, woojin and felix, and jeongin’s with the manager i’m guessing

he’s playing crush’s woo ahh now

“where is changbin” “where is HAN JISUNG” (side note please stop asking for other members adfhlkajsdhflk) but he said jisung is prolly working out rn

hyunjin’s tmi for today: is that he ate jjamppong at some korean restauraunt and it was REALLY good

“whats ur fave flower” hyunjin: idk flower names

he says hes been eating really well recently (good for u bubsie keep eating)

now he’s asking for song recs

ooh his favorite mixtape is mixtape 2

“OMG I LOVE THIS SONG” plays beautiful people by ed sheeran and khalid and he’s singing along super cutely bc he knows some of the lyrics i love him :)

“what drama do u like”

“you’re so beautiful” hyunjin: thank you :) (YES YOU ARE)

“do you like mint chocolate ice cream” yES I DO (i knew i could trust hyunjin )

he closes his eyes and his ears when he watches horror movies bc apparently the music is the scariest part (is it really?)

hes playing in my blood by shawn mendes now and hes singing along hes adorable

“you make my day better” hyunjin: everyone should always have happy days and hes happy he made someone’s day better)

he likes iced coffee better than hot coffee which is INCORRECT hyunjin take that back

in my blood is seungmin’s song recommendation ahdflahsd he was singing it around hyunjin and hyunjin was like what is that i want it and now its part of his playlist

“where is IN” (PlEASE dont ask for other members :( ) hyunjin: changbin’s room i think

“where is felix” hyunjin: felix is currently sleeping

hyunjin: ooh i like this song (he’s playing treat you better)

“what did you eat for breakfast” he had honey (?) and it was REAL honey

he learned how to take pictures from seungmin bc he taught him how and thats how hes been getting new pictures really well

“will you play senorita” hyunjin: yes!

he wants the concert to come really quickly bc he wants to show stays a cool image really soon :)

paris and london: was his first time to both and when they took the boat from london to paris everything was SO PRETTy like the sky and the colors and the scenery and he had such a great time he was so so happy

he thinks lion king is rlly cute

hes playing 19 adfkhlakjdhfla where is jisung when he needs it

“insomnia” hyunjin: ᵒᵏᵃʸ

hyunjin: ALSO GUYS THE BUSES... *song is too loud* --EXCUSE ME *turns down the music* -- ANYWAYS THE BUSES---when we rode them i slept alot it was great

(hyunjin i love u but plz hurry up i needa finish my work and ur not being very helpful)

hopes today was a healing room and now hes playing insomnia

“episode with minho as ur roommate” no he sleeping he does that too much hes boring he aint fun

wifi stops working -- “NO WIFI PLZ -- WIFI STaRt WORKING PLZ DONT BETRAY ME LIKE THIS WIFI--oh ok we good :) )

hes ranting about minho now lmfahlfd i thought we were done w this topic but he said minho never wants to do anything even after he says he’ll do it lmfaoo big mood minho and hes like minho makes noises in his sleep is funny

all the comments are like go to sleep hyunjin and hes like I WILL IM WAKING UP LATE TOMORROW CHILL GUYS

“stray kids music is the best 3racha is the best” hyunjin: I KNOW

“you make me happy” hyunjin: thank you :)

“screenshot time plz” hyunjin poses for the next five minutes here’s a preview :)

(rip i need this bitch to hurry up i have to do my fkn work SIR)

he’s playing ocean eyes by billie eilish now

the bitchass live froze RIP us

oh we back

oh now he’s ranting about minho again hyunjin for a boring roommate u sure got a lot to say ab him -- hes like minho sleeps rlly lightly so he had to be rlly quiet when he went to shower -- but wait hows he live rn then im confuzzled

OH MY GOD IM GONNNA CRy there was a comment that was like “hug HUG” and he hugged the camera im gonna sob i love him sm

smth about cereal --oh he’s playing crush’s cereal

aww he always misses kkami

THIS BITCH IS TALKING ABOUT MINHO AGAIN SIS WTF

hes playing with filters now aldjshfkalshfasdjfalsfajsdjfimnotdeaddontworry

he likes fruit loops and so does seungmin

THNAK GOD HES FINISHING NOW I WAS GONNA CRY

bye hyunjin!

#stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin #please appreciate this #this is the longest one ive ever done but he talks a lot #i love him #gotta go do work now bubye

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particularemu · 4 years

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WIP Update #3

Okay so It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, and I thought I’d give you guys an update considering I haven’t been writing lately because I feel like death.

I’m going to try and write some tonight, but I can’t promise anything. I’ve been super sick.

Right now, here’s what I’m working on. What are you looking forward to seeing?

SCENARIOS

1. Since You’ve Been Gone | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario

— After waking up, Hyunjin can’t help but wonder where you were. Wait… Why did his head hurt so bad?

CURRENTLY: Ready to Post

2. Seungmin Kinks {REQUESTED}

— A list of kinks for Kim Seungmin

CURRENTLY: Ready to Post

3. Midnight Farewell | A Kim Woojin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Woojin had been missing for a while, but he comes to say farewell. You can’t help but wonder if you were dreaming, or if he really did come to say goodbye.

CURRENTLY: Ready to Post

4. NSFW Alphabet | Lee Minho/Lee Know

— A-Z smut headcannons of Lee Minho. Complete with short lil blurbs so the headcannons aren’t boring.

CURRENTLY: Stuck for no reason in particular. I haven’t touched this one in a while.

5. Paint Drips and Chocolate Chips | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario

— Being a virgin who’s less than perfect is extremely stressful when you have the most beautiful man in the world as your boyfriend. Will Hyunjin be able to give you confidence?

CURRENTLY: Writing draft numero uno

6. The Purple Giraffe | A Seo Changbin Scenario

— One giraffe, one man, one impossible amusement park game. Will Changbin be able to win the rigged game? Or will he have to find another way?

Note: This summary is shit, but the fic is cute so stay tuned.

CURRENTLY: Stuck. I haven’t been in the mood to write something amusement park-y and I’ve never been to one so this one has been a toughy

7. The 5 Stages of Grief | A Bang Chan Scenario

— After losing a friend, you were completely distraught. So you decided to do what was best and call your boyfriend to help you through it.

CURRENTLY: Re-writing the damn thing. The first plot was garbage.

8. Brokenhearted | A Lee Minho Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Being in love with your best friend was pure torture — especially when you’ve already confessed in the past. You tried to suppress your feelings, but one day they were too difficult to handle. Will this time be different? Or will he still not feel the same way?

CURRENTLY: Working on draft 3

9. All That Was Lost | A Han Jisung Scenario {REQUESTED}

— After a tragic loss, you avoided confiding in Jisung. Eventually the truth was impossible to hide. Will Sungie be mad? You just hope he’d understand.

CURRENTLY: Stuck, but trying to push through to draft 1

10. You're Okay | A Han Jisung Scenario

— Out of nowhere, Jisung experiences some mad anxiety. He doesn’t feel like talking to the boys, actually, he doesn’t feel like talking to you either. All he knows is that he wants you next to him to help him move past this anxiety episode.

Note: I created this when we first heard about Sungie and his anxiety, but naturally I wrote a paragraph and LEFT IT FOR MONTHS smh.

CURRENTLY: Stuck, but trying to push through to draft 3

11. NSFW Alphabet | Hwang Hyunjin

— A-Z smut headcannons of Hwang Hyunjin. Complete with short lil blurbs after each letter to add a lil somethin somethin to the headcannons.

CURRENTLY: Finishing up the last few blurbs and regretting the decision to add blurbs

12. Roommates | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Hyunjin fell in love with his roommate out of the blue one day, and instead of keeping it to himself, he decided to tell you. What happens when his sweet little roommate confesses she’s been craving him since Day 1?

CURRENTLY: Stuck, but trying to push forward to draft 2

13. Ace of Spades | A Han Jisung Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Jisung tried to keep the mafia life away from his wife and child. When his sweet little daughter gets kidnapped, he goes through hell to try and get her back. Will he find her? Or is it too late?

CURRENTLY: Stuck, but trying to push on to draft 1

14. Soft For You | A Lee Minho/Lee Know Scenario

— Minho noticed your mood drop over the past few weeks. Naturally he tries everything he can to make you feel better, including a ton of chocolate and a shoulder to cry on.

CURRENTLY: Outlining

15. Firsts | A Seo Changbin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— After months of gathering courage, you finally approach your boyfriend about having sex for the first time.

CURRENTLY: Outlining

16. Freckles | A Lee Felix Scenario {REQUESTED}

— You always loved Felix’s freckles. After a passionate love-making session you decided to count them all. How many freckles does Felix actually have?

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

17. Bruised | A Lee Felix Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Felix comes home to a ransacked apartment and blood on the floor. His first instinct is to rush out the door and find you. Will you be okay? Or will he find himself alone?

CURRENTLY: Stuck, but trying to finish the damn thing

18. Smoke Filled Room | A Seo Changbin Scenario

— Your best friend drags you to a party to help you get over a horrible breakup. What happens when she introduces you to a short little man with a husky voice and a kind personality?

CURRENTLY: Stuck and struggling with the party scene atm

19. That Special Kind of Love | A Bang Chan Scenario {REQUESTED}

— You and Chan have been best friends for years. One day, you hopped in his bed and cuddled with him. What happens when his mom congratulates you guys on your new relationship?

CURRENTLY: Stuck af, not sold on the plot, passive aggressively editing

20. I Hate Everything About You | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— You absolutely hated Hwang Hyunjin and his perfect hair and his perfect face. Okay, so you would like Hyunjin if he didn’t feel the need to bicker with you 24/7. After a heated argument, things go too far. What happens when you wake up in his bed the next morning?

CURRENTLY: Plotting the fuck outta that shit and excited to work on it

21. Chokehold | A Lee Know/Lee Minho Scenario

— After talking to your boyfriend about a certain kink you had, the two of you decided to try it out.

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

22. Needy | A Han Jisung Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Having an idol boyfriend was no easy feat. You had to deal with him being gone months at a time. As soon as your boyfriend shows up at your door, you practically shove him to your bed, eager to be close to him after all those months away.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

23. Sweet Little Lies | A Han Jisung Scenario {REQUESTED}

— After overhearing your boyfriend talk about you to his friends, you two end up in a small fight. You were hurt by the degrading things he said, and he felt horrible for hurting you. Will y’all be able to figure that shit out? Yes… Yes you will.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

24. Best In The Show | A Bang Chan Scenario {REQUESTED}

— Seeing Chan in his low-cut performance outfit made you hornier than you expected. Instead of being rational and waiting, you pull your boyfriend into a closet and hope he fucks you senseless.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

25. Standing Ovation | A Hwang Hyunjin and Kim Seungmin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— You and your boyfriends decide to try public sex for your next camming session. Where would be the perfect place? A hotel hot springs of course!

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

26. A Friend in Need | A Lee Felix Scenario {REQUESTED}

— After a hopeless break-up, you decide that you need to get laid. Felix convinces you that being Friends with Benefits is a better idea, but he tells you that he doesn’t want you falling in love with him. Too bad you were in love with him from the start.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

27. Skinny Dipping | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario {REQUESTED}

— After hearing that your boyfriend has never been camping, you decide to take him on a camping trip near your hometown. The two of you hike over to a secluded lake, admiring the small waterfall. Has your boyfriend ever been skinny dipping? No. Are you about to force him to? Of course :3

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

SERIES

28. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Kim Woojin | Brat Tamer

— Oh how you loved acting up when Woojin was in charge. You couldn’t help yourself. He was so fun to tease. Well… until you ended up over his lap, receiving your punishment for being such a brat.

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

29. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Bang Chan | Daddy Kink

— You never really had a daddy kink until you met Chan. Now all you wanted was to bend down on your knees and do all the dirty things daddy wanted.

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

30. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Lee Minho/Lee Know | Extreme Bondage + Overstimulation

— Lee Minho was a sadist. Sucking dick was difficult when the fucker kept turning up the setting on the vibrator. How many orgasms would it take for you to get Minho to cum?

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

31. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Seo Changbin | Deepthroating + Humiliation

— You’ve always loved taking cocks in your mouth, but there’s nothing better than being forced to gag on this sexy man’s cock.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

32. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Hwang Hyunjin | Pegging + Overstimulation

— You’ve never met a subby boy in your entire life, yet here he was, Hwang Hyunjin in his glory, waiting for you to ruin him. You couldn’t deny his request. After all, he asked nicely like a good boy.

I’m cringing at my own descriptions ugh.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

33. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Han Jisung: Exhibitionism + Threesome {Featuring Lee Minho}

— You’ve always wanted to be ruined in front of a group of people. Han Jisung gives you your wish. Wait… What’s Minho doing?

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

34. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Lee Felix | Orgasm Control + Toys + Bondage + Wax Play + Sensory Deprivation

— Lee Felix is a tease. You can’t help but keen at the torturous pleasure he brings. If only you could see him as he ruins you.

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

35. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Kim Seungmin: Shibari

— Kim Seungmin is an expert at Shibari, and you’re his next victim. The boy knows exactly how to tie you up and subdue you until you’re a sobbing mess. Too bad you can’t move your arms!

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

36. Stray Kids Pornstar Series | Yang Jeongin | Amateur <---- I’m still not sold on creating this.

— Jeongin is brand new to the industry and needs some help during his first scene. Looks like it’s your turn to take the lead!

CURRENTLY: Plotting and outlining

37. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 4

— Sorry! To keep the plot a surprise I’m not going to provide descriptions for each Insanity part

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 2

38. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 5

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 2

39. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 6

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

40. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 7

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

41. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 8

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

42. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 9

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

43. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Part 10

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 1

44. Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series Epilogue

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 4

45. War Amongst The Living | A Hwang Hyunjin Series

— The world has gone to hell. Your companion Asher left you to die. What happens when an ebony-haired man comes to your rescue?

CURRENTLY: Writing draft 2

#issa lot #wip update 3

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clubdolan · 5 years

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& They Were Roommates ... | NC

When long time friends become housemates and everyone sees it but them.

“Whoaaaa-kay, Noah. Who is that, why is she here and why haven’t I met her?” Erik stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into Noah’s kitchen.

“My name is Brooke, I’m staying here for a while and.. you’re meeting me now.”

Noah nodded at Erik as she had answered all his questions. “We were friends in high school, lived in the same neighborhood and our moms are good friends…. and our sisters are the same age.”

“So you just moved your girl-next-door in without telling me? Or anyone?”

“I lived across the street and down a few houses.” She corrected him, “not next door”; grabbing her plate of food and heading to the room that she had been given.

Noah lowered his voice, “It was super last minute, she got a job out here and needed to move. We’ve kept in touch and I saw she needed a place so until she finds one by herself, I said she could stay here.”

“And I ask one more time, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know you needed to know who was living at my house.” He shrugged, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“I needed to know, because she’s… gorgeous.”

“Yeah, she’s cute.” Noah said, “She’s a dancer too, I know you’ve got a thing for—

“Ughhh, fuck yeah. Hook me up, bro. Give me the digits, introduce me, let’s all go get—

“Not gunna happen.” He laughed, “She’s on the ‘independent I don’t need a man’ train right now.”

“She didn’t know she needed a man until she met me.” Erik brushed off his shirt, “I’ll go introduce myself—

“Duuuude, you’ll see her here sometimes. Talk to her then. I don’t want my friends annoying her, I said you all would be normal…”

Two months in and Brooke’s schedule was never the same as his. She would leave at six in the morning and arrive back home to a living room full of boys yelling at video games. Noah would be gone for three days in New York and she invited her friend Shanna over who just gushed that ‘everything smelled like Peter Kavinsky’. They went to eat with groups of friends, went shopping with people, her mom and sister visited for a few days and he invited her to the movies with Jack and him.

One day their schedules collided, both heading to work out at the same time. “Come with me to Unbreakable, do some boxing.”

“I’m more of a hot yoga type.”

“C’mon, try something new.” He nudged her shoulder as she grabbed a banana off the counter. “It’s fun, you’ll get muscles and cardio at once.”

“Fine. You want a banana?” She asked, tossing one to him as he nodded and following him out to his car.

Two hours later they were both laying on the floor of Unbreakable Performance Gym, out of breath from the trainer doing fast sets with them.

Brooke held her hands over her face, trying to catch her breath and gain feeling back in her legs. “Told you it’d be fun.”

“Yeah, loads of fun.” She felt someone sit next to her and water dripped on her chest.

Her eyes opened quickly to see Noah holding a cup of water over her, “Drink.”

“I can’t even sit up.”

Noah groaned and sat the cups down, grabbing her hands and pulling her to sit up. “Hot yoga must not be much of a workout?”

“It’s more of a relaxing work out.”

“Punching things isn’t relaxing?”

“Two different types of relaxing.” She agreed.

“Big workout with Noah Cent today!” The trainer videoed them, walking in a circle. “It hit Brooke a little hard or I might have just gone a little tough on her for her first day.”

“Not fair!” She pointed right at the camera before drinking her water in one gulp. “Totally not fair.”

They headed home, grabbing food on the way. Brooke tried to stay awake and get some work done but as she did some internet research in the living room while watching Noah play video games, she fell asleep.

She woke up on the same couch. Her computer was on the table next to her and a blanket was draped over her body.

“Bout time.” Noah laughed, “It’s almost four.”

Brooke fidgeted with her phone, “What are you doing?”

“Scripts.” He pointed to the pile next to him, “I need to read through them all and see what I’m interested in.”

“Got any for a girl that can’t feel her legs or arms… orrrr whole body?” She groaned sitting up, “I’m going to get a hot shower.”

“If you want to take a bath there’s a tub in my bathroom. Tay left some bath bombs or something in the cabinet that I will never use.”

Brooke didn’t object his offer knowing his bath tub was loaded with jets and could fit about four people at one time. Hot water ran, bubbles piled up, bath bomb fizzed under the water leaving glitter in its path as she tried to relax her sore muscles.

“Hey B, did you fill the fridge?” Noah asked, staring at the contents, “I swear there wasn’t any milk, yogurt or fruit here yesterday.”

She paused on her way out the door, “You said yesterday, I wish we had yogurt and fruit and so when I went to get a few things I grabbed yogurt and fruit.” She shrugged, closing the door behind her.

“I thought tonight was video game night or something?” Brooke asked, passing Noah on his way out the door. “Usually there’s a bunch of dudes here—

“Oh, you said you had some friends coming over for the finale of that show you watch, so I told Jackson we needed to play at his house.”

The door closed before she saw a perfectly clean living room, no video game controllers in sight. The fridge not only had her bottle of wine but a few more plus her favorite snack, strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Brooke: Did you really supply the wine and snacks for The Bachelorette finale?

Noah: I figure we’ve ruined enough of your girl’s nights yelling at Fortnite so I thought I’d be nice.

Brooke: You didn’t have to! But thank you! We’re all enjoying it. :)

“Wait, don’t come in!” Brooke yelled as she heard the front door open. Noah froze mid way, “Just, stand by the door and don’t come any further!”

She hustled around the kitchen, finishing icing on the cake and checking the clock, “You said you wouldn’t be home for another two hours!”

“They cut my last scene for the day, so I’m early. Do I need to leave? Do you have someone here? I ca—

“No, just give me one second!” She lit a candle and pushed the pan to the edge of the counter. She caught her reflection in the glare of her iPhone before looking down at her outfit; icing on her cheek, her hair tied up out of the way from baking, barely any makeup on, an old t-shirt she found and a pair of leggings.

Brooke had planned to look a little better as she threw a ‘mini red carpet’ for Noah since his movie came out on iTunes that he filmed two years ago. She had remembered hearing all about it and saw it never released until now.

The cake was white with a red square across it, a toothpick with a picture of Noah’s head was poked in the top of it, ‘SWIPED’ written in black icing, below it ‘#2 on iTunes all day’ was written in chicken scratch of leftover red icing.

“Okay, you can come in.”

Noah turned the corner slowly and a party popper went off in the air, “Happy movie release day!”

“Oh yeah, it came out today.” He reminded himself, laughing at the cake. “This is awesome, thank you.”

“I was going to make it fancier in here, I had a whole red carpet planned but you came home and you don’t have a red carpet.” She kicked the rolled up red rug that set on the floor.

“No, no, this is fine. This is amazing. The last time anyone did this was… the Austin and Ally episode.” They both laughed, “You and your sister’s made that horrible cake and you all threw it at me before we all watched it.”

“I promise this cake is much better.” Brooke pointed to the box of ready made mix that sat on the counter, “And I wanted to make this like the Austin and Ally party. Every movie needs a red carpet.”

“I mean they’re fun but Swiped was such a small budget. I didn’t even think it was going to come out after that long of waiting.”

Brooke looked in the reflection of the microwave and tried to fix the messy bun on top of her head, but there was no hope for it. “I look like complete shit.” She wiped under her eyes, remnants of mascara were smudged below her lashes. “I should have—

“You look fine.”

“Huh?” She turned around, picking a piece of dry icing off the back of her hand.

“You said you look like shit and I was saying, you look fine.” He leaned on the counter near the cake, “You always do.”

“I look like I have slaved over this damn—

“Shut up, Brooke. You’re beautiful. You never look like shit.” She finally looked up from her red stained hands and made eye contact with him, “What?”

“I mean... I just... thanks?” She awkwardly leaned on the counter opposite of him, “Even though like my hair—

“No, no, no, stop. You look fine.” He stood up and gestured to the cake. “This is more than you needed to do. Thank you.”

He opened his arms for a hug but Brooke barely looked at him, “Oh, sorry...” She stopped herself from rambling and quickly hugged him. Her stomach flipped and her face went hot as his arms wrapped around her, they hadn’t hugged in a long time. Since he left to move to California; when they were sixteen.

“You even smell like cake.” He mumbled into the top of her messy hair. “You need to stop being so negative about yourself.”

“Huh?” Brooke asked, pushing herself back from him.

“You constantly put yourself down, I hate it.”

“I don’t realize I’m doing it. I’m my biggest critic, I guess.” She tried to laugh it off, “Speaking of, I suck at alphabetizing and need to get a whole box done before work tomorrow, so I’m gunna…” She pointed behind her, “Enjoy the cake.”

“Do you—“ He paused, hearing her door close, “Want a piece?” Noah mumbled to himself, sticking his finger in the top of the icing and licking it off.

“Wow a house party, is this the LA life style?” Brooke joked, walking in after work. People flooded their kitchen and living room, “Excuse me…. excuse me… oh hey, Kyle… where did that ping pong table come from?”

“We bought it today!” Noah yelled, trying to shoot a ping pong ball backwards into a red cup. “You better not hide in your room.”

“I’m just going to put my stuff down.”

After forty minutes of ‘putting her stuff down’ and two interruptions from Kyle and Jack she finally made her way to the living room.

Brooke recognized a few girls and chatted with them while she downed a few glasses of wine. Kyle got her to open a cabinet which he ‘iced’ her with and she got him back by hiding one behind the radio and asking him to change the song.

“Everyone in here! Game time!” Jack yelled, standing on the ping pong table. Chairs pulled up around it, the couch was drug towards it and a few people stood.

“It’s an easy game just read the card you pick out loud and do whatever it says, kapeesh?”

Brooke walked in as piles of cards were being sat around the table. Two guys did rock, paper, scissors to decide who would go first.

“Brooke! Over here!” Noah waved from their couch which was parked at one end of the table. She balanced a beer and a hard cider in one hand while she weaved in and out of the people waiting their turn.

“Scoot over!” She yelled at the company on the couch, “Guys! Move over, I’m sitting here.” She pointed next to Noah and watched Jack yell at the person drawing a card. “I’ll go get a chair out of my room—

“Just sit.” Noah opened his arms and looked at his lap.

Brooke did a bit of thinking, taking time to watch a girl chug the rest of her beer before she sat down on his legs. “On a scale of one to Jack, how drunk are you?”

Noah closed his eyes and thought, “Six? You?”

“On a scale of one to Jack, I’m about a four.”

“BROOKE!” She turned and looked at the table, everyone was looking back. “Brooke I nominated you to drink.”

She tipped her cup back and finished the beer, tossing the empty cup on the table before drawing her own card. “Person to my right has to chug.”

“Noah!” Kyle yelled.

“Kyle!” Noah yelled.

She looked at the both of them before Noah spoke, “Technically, I’m underneath her.”

Without an argument Kyle chugged his drink and picked his card.

The pile of cards was endless. People were dancing, singing, drinking, making other people drink and some had left as it was already around one in the morning.

“There’s no fucking way I’m getting into an uber and riding somewhere when my bed is fifteen feet away from me.” Brooke groaned, leaning back on Noah. “Please tell me you’re not because I don’t want to get up—

“I’m starving so I am.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and standing up, “The diner is right down the road, are you sure?”

“My bed is right there.” She pointed to a door across the room.

An hour and a half later Noah, Jack and Kyle came back in the apartment, begging for a bed, couch, or “literally anywhere with a blanket”.

“Couch!” Noah pointed to the living room, choosing to ignore the mess in the kitchen and just turn the lights off. “I’ll be in my—

“If she’s sleeping here I am one hundred percent taking her bed.” Kyle pointed to Brooke asleep on the couch that still sat at the end of the ping pong table.

“She will kill you.” Noah laughed, making his way towards them, “B, come on, go to your bed before Kyle gets in it.”

“Don’t fucking touch my bed.”

“Then get up!”

“C’mon..” Noah grabbed her hands and pulled her up. Brooke stumbled and fell into the ping pong table, blaming Noah. “Ten feet away.” He wrapped his arms around her and guided her to her room, “Do you want to—

Brooke groaned and tugged her shirt off, tossing it across the room. “Ohhhh kay, Brooke. I will see—

“Take my shoes off.” She demanded from the edge of the bed, holding her boot up in the air.

Noah cautiously tugged at the black leather before grabbing the other one, sitting both of them beside her bed.

“Can you get the red sweatshirt from my closet?” She yawned, pushing her covers back. Noah walked to the closet, pulling the red sweatshirt from a shelf.

By the time he turned around her pants were off and she was under the covers, “Do you still want this?”

Her hand stuck out and she grabbed the fabric, pulling it towards her, “Thanks babe.” “You’re welcome?” He laughed, “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning.”

“Happy birthday, Noelle!” A group of girls yelled, snapping pictures, boomerangs and video of their friend blowing out candles on a cake.

They all shuffled around taking selfies, posting before they went out, eating cupcakes and continuing their drinking from the dinner they had just gotten home from.

Brooke left the girls to chat and ventured down the hall, “Hey No…” She knocked on his bedroom door, “Noah?” She opened it when he told her to come in, “We’re about to leave, can you take a group picture of us?”

“For sure.” He tossed his book on his bed and followed her down the hall.

“Noah!!” They all screamed as he walked in.

He laughed and said hi, “I’m just here to take a picture.” He held up Brooke’s phone. The girls all moved around, getting into a row of six, “Smile!”

“Okay but we need a serious one too.” He took a few more.

“And a funny one!” He took three or four.

“Try a candid!” Another suggested. They all moved and talked while he continued taking pictures.

“Bus is here!” One yelled, looking at her phone. “Get your birthday sash on, Nora!”

In no time they all had gone out the door and down the drive way, “Thanks.” Brooke smiled, taking her phone from Noah. “Be honest with me. Do I look like a slut or just like.... an average LA girl?”

He took a few steps back and looked her up and down, “You look better than an average LA girl but a little on the provocative side.” He saw her face change, “It’s not a bad side, it’s good. You deserve to show off your lil boxing abs.”

Brooke glanced down at her flat stomach, a few abs finally poking through from weeks of early morning boxing.

“And I like your hair up.”

She looked back at him, the ponytail swinging behind her. “Thanks. I trusted Jen with my hair and makeup.”

She kept glancing in the reflection of the fridge next to her, fidgeting with lipstick and mascara. Noah kept looking at her, taking her in head to toe, “Are you going to go?”

“Oh yeah.” She tossed her lipstick in her clutch, “Everyone’s going to their own houses when we’re done so it’ll only be me coming home.”

“Why do you keep pulling at your outfit?”

Brooke caught herself tugging at the cleavage of her shirt, “I just.. I’m not used to the top or bottom.. or shoes. I feel like everything is hanging out.” She laughed, pulling at the bottom of her skirt. “Is my butt hanging out?”

Noah laughed, watching her spin around, “Not at all.”

“It’s dark in the club too, no one will even see anything.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll just stand in the middle of everyone.”

“Good plan.”

“How are they so comfortable in like no cloth—

“Brooke, they’re all waiting on you. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Oh shoot, yes. Bye!” She tried her best to walk fast in her heels, slamming the door behind her.

Different pictures were posted all night on each girl’s profile.

@brookeitsme: Happy Birthday @NO_L !

—@ncentineo: photo cred: ME

A picture of Brooke and Jen hugging in the girl’s bathroom.

@brookeitsme: MY H&MUA BABE @jennyfaye

—@ncentineo: team ponytail

A picture of Brooke behind the DJ booth with his head phones on.

@brookeitsme: How did I end up at the DJ booth?

—@ncentineo: 😍

“Brooookieeee I’m going home with you so I can go find Noah.” Her friend Steph mumbled in her ear, holding onto her arm. “Let him take more pics of me if you know what I mean.”

“Nice try but Noah’s after Brooke.” Jen laughed, helping steady Steph.

Brooke almost spat out her drink, “What? No he’s not. Oh my god.”

“Are you oblivious? To the both of you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yeah..” Steph got closer to them, “What are you talking about? Because I want th—

“Have you been on instagram? Seen the notifications?” Jen grabbed her phone out and began typing and searching. Brooke had her notifications off since people realized she lived with Noah. Her instagram was non-stop so every notification was annoying.

“He commented on all three pictures you posted. The one of you has a HEART EYE EMOJI.” Jen put the phone in her face, “And he likes your ponytail.”

“Yeah he told me that earlier.”

“Did you see the look on his face when he looks at you? Do you pay attention?” Jen laughed, “You too! You get the melty look when he’s around. I’ve only seen you like that one other time and it’s when we saw Zac Efron at The Grove.”

“And he’s always complimenting you.” Steph added, “I get SO jealous. Like isn’t my outfit hot enough for Mr. Noah Centineo??”

“Ask any of us, we’ve all noticed it.” She pointed to their table of friends, “Right, Meg? Noah and Brooke?”

“Oh their constant oblivious flirting?”

“Are you all joking? You planned this. I told you all I didn’t like him that way—

“You didn’t. Past tense.” Steph pointed out, still leaning on Jen for balance. “What about now?”

“We’ve been friends forever, there’s nothing more than that—

“She didn’t say no.” Jen smirked, “Have you even been looking at apartments to move out?”

“We went a few times but…”

“But what?”

“Noah didn’t like the ‘area’ I had picked out.” Brooke looked down at her heels, “It was sketchy or something.”

“What about the other time?”

“It was too far from his place.”

“What did he say before you left?”

“To call him if I needed a ride.”

“BROOKE!” It seemed like they all yelled her name at her, “COME ON!”

“What? It’s what friends do…”

“When we went to eat the other day he was allllll about you.” Meg said, “He drove us, paid for your food, drove an extra like forty minutes to get you your favorite tea and then carried your to-go food in the house.”

“Well when you point it all out…”

“And you told me about the day he said you were beautiful.” Another friend spoke up, “That you always look beautiful.”

“It was because—

“He said he loved your laugh at that party one night. He let you sit on his lap. He kept wrapping his arm around you. You almost fell asleep on him. He helped you change before you went to bed….”

“He calls you B all the time, even to his friends. Ster told me.”

“You always talk about him too.” Jen laughed, wrapping her arm around Brooke’s shoulder, “You always see movies with him and go eat with him and sit at home and watch shows with him and you’d rather order pizza in than go meet me for lunch and then I find out Noah’s home. When he’s not there you always ask to stay with one of us…."

“Why are you all just telling me this now?!” Brooke asked, overwhelmed.

“We thought you would catch on at some point.” Meg laughed, “Apparently not.”

“First of all, rude. Second, where is Noelle?”

“She left with that youtube guy she’s been seeing.” Steph downed a glass of water, “I’ve been waiting to go home with you but now I won’t be inviting myself.”

“Meg was trying to get the attention of homeboy over there but his friend keeps winking at her.”

“I’m here for moral support of everyone and their decisions.” Jen said, “And to make sure we all get a ride home.”

“Can we drink a little more, not you Steph, and dance a little more before I have to go home realizing everything you’ve all just thrown at me?”

Two hours and two bottles later they were all on their phones ordering rides, “No, don’t get an uber.” Meg covered Brooke’s phone, “I asked Noah to come get you.”

“MEG!” She whined.

“BROOOOOKE!” She mimicked her, “You live in the hills and fares are tripled right now. All of us live downtown except for Steph who’s going with me tonight. He’ll be here in like ten minutes.”

Brooke flipped to her texts with Noah and clicked the info button, a map popped up of where he was at that exact moment.

“You’re tracking him?”

“We both share locations in case I get stolen and sent over seas to be sold as a sex.” Brooke explained, “It’s a big fear of mine... He’s right down the road.”

“My car is almost here, I’ll get Steph and we can go wait outside with you.”

The little breeze was welcomed on their skin as they exited the muggy, hot club. They ignored the random guys who shouted at them and stood down from the door, watching for their rides.

“Really, man?” Meg asked, rolling her eyes at the guy who kept looking at them. “We’re probably half your age, leave us alone.”

“I’m always looking for Sugar Babies.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Just an offer for—

“We’re not interested, please leave us al—

“But the three of you can—

“Please, leave us alone.” Meg tried to look around him for the specific car picking them up.

“I was just—

“Oh my fucking god, stop it!” She screamed, grabbing Broke and Steph’s hands. “Please move so we can cross the street.”

The man didn’t move, he kept looking at all three of them; up and down, up and down.

“Excuse me, sir. Please move so the ladies can get through.” Brooke looked up at the familiar voice and Noah stood there with his hand out. She grabbed it and stepped aside the guy; pulling her friends with her.

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” Meg sighed, “I was losing all will power not to punch him in the face.”

“I parked across the street and saw you all with him. Figured it wasn’t going well. Do you guys have a ride?”

“Yeah” Meg looked at her phone, “Black Ford Escape, license plate Y35— right there.” She pointed up a few cars. “Thanks, Noah.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Steph grinned, following Meg to the car.

Brooke grabbbed onto Noah’s arm and rest her head on his shoulder. “I feel like I’m on a boat.”

“You’re a little wobbly but I’ve seen you worse.” He joked. “Seems like you guys had a fun time?”

“Yeah, even though Noelle left with some dude early on. We kept the party going.” She laughed.

“I saw the DJ booth picture, did you have a good set? Play some jams?”

“Killed it. Got a job offer immediately. I even did the one head phone on and one off, felt like a real DJ.”

The car ride home they chatted. She told funny stories of the night, he asked about certain instagram stories, she played a new song she heard and he even stopped by McDonalds so she could have french friends and a Coke.

Her phone started firing away, their group message was blowing up. “Oh fuck off.” She mumbled, shoving it back in her bag, hearing dings continue to go off.

Meg: Snuck a picture of our favorites. *picture*

Jen: SHUT UP I DID TOO *picture*

Meg: Great minds think alike.

Steph: I told her it was creepy, she made the uber driver slow down.

Noelle: BROOKIE that’s so cute.

Steph: He was so hot in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Jen: Are you alive, Brooke?

Noelle: Is she finally getting the D?

Steph: He deserves it from someone tonight.

Meg: NOELLE! lolololol but really

Jen: She’s going to kill all of you.

Steph: Not if she gets good enough D.

Steph: She’ll be a happy B.

Meg: Happy B because of the D

Noelle: HAPPY B BC OF D OF NOAH C

Meg: Shut up Noelle I hate us.

Jen: I truly wonder what’s happening. Maybe she’s just ignoring us?

Steph: Maybe she fell asleep?

Meg: Maybe she’s finally getting the french fries she’s begged for all night.

Noelle: I still think she’s getting it onnnnn.

Noelle: And then she’s gotta tell us every detail.

Steph: Literally every detail. I need to know these things.

Brooke pulled up the photos and swiped back and forth. Meg’s was a view from behind of her leaning on Noah’s arm as they walked to his car. Jen’s was from across the street as he let her in his passenger door.

Brooke: You all are sneaky little bitches. I finally got my french fries and Coke. We aren’t even home yet you freaks. Of course I could tell you some details if THAT EVER HAPPENED but he’s just driving me home. I could fall asleep at any moment though.

She recorded a video with random alternative music playing as she ate french fries, her lipstick was half off her lips as she sipped her drink and put it back in the middle console. As she bopped her head to the beat a random hand snuck into her french fry bag and stole some. She followed him with the camera and Noah smiled as he snuck them all in his mouth, looking at the road.

Meg: Brooke you are living the dream.

Jen: I want a guy that gets me french fries.

Steph: I just want a guy.

Noelle: His little smirk he does at you!! I can’t take it!!

Jen: Do you see it now, B? Are you noticing things?

Brooke: I’m noticing that he carried my shoes inside and made sure I didn’t fall up the stairs.

Brooke: He offered to make me a BATH but I’m too lazy so I’m just laying on the couch resembling a dead body.

Noelle: GET. IN. THE. BATH.

Meg: Fuck youuuu, B. I’ll come take a bubble bath.

Jen: It’s funny because I know exactly what you look like right now without even seeing it.

Brooke: Oh you can see. Noah took this picture of me. *picture*

One leg hung off the couch, one was up on a pillow, her bag of french fries on her chest and her ponytail was let down, giving her a major bad hair moment.

Steph: Brooke you’re a dream girl.

Jen: I like your smudged lipstick.

Brooke: IT’S FROM EATING.

Meg: You do kind of look dead. Dead but enjoying fries.

Noelle: Can I use this as album cover art? I’m not even joking.

Noelle: 100% would use this for a single. Black and white.

Brooke: I give you my drunk permission to use it as an album cover but don’t forget to thank me when you win album of the year.

Jen: The party girl song, Noelle! The one you played a clip of on our way to Brooke’s.

Noelle: SHUT UP YOU’RE RIGHT

Meg: Wait, why did he take that picture of you? To prove you’re a mess? lol

Brooke: Because I told him not to speak of how messy I look right now so he CAPTURED IT FOREVER.

Jen: Can’t wait to frame it at your wedding.

Brooke: TOO FAR JEN

Brooke: I’m going to throw my phone in the toilet so there’s no chance that Noah ever sees these messages.

Brooke: He could easily look right now because he’s right next to me.

Meg: Feet or head?

Noelle: Head or feet?!?!???

Jen: Both of you can stop being twins.

Brooke: ………

Brooke: …….

Brooke …… I may be resting my head on his lap.

Brooke: He wanted more fries and thankfully I ordered two larges.

Meg: Stop texting us and talk to him.

Steph: Just turn your head over and go to wooooork!!

Jen: He put you on his instagram story. I’M DYING.

A black and white picture of Brooke from the neck down with the caption: “Two large fries and a coke, please.” You couldn’t even tell she was laying on his lap, but all of her friends knew.

“Oh fuck youuuuu.” She groaned, looking up at him, “I look so stupid and drunk.”

“No one even knows it’s you.”

“Jen did.”

“Okay well your outfit may give it away.” He shrugged, “It’s just funny you’re so content eating french fries right now.”

“I love french fries.”

“I know.” He smiled, continuing to look at her. Without a word he wiped his finger along her face, trying to remove the stain of lip stick she had smeared while eating.

“It’s a lip stain.” She laughed.

He tried to wipe it again, pushing harder. “They don’t joke when they say stain.”

“It’s three in the morning.” Brooke groaned, “I need to get up and wash my face and change and probably brush my hair and probably go to bed.”

“You definitely need to go to bed.” He pushed a hair from her face, “And wash your face or you’ll be angry when you wake up. Do you want to go to brunch whenever you wake up?”

“If there’s bacon involved, yes.”

“Those are like.. front row…”

“It’s called court side, but yes.” Noah laughed, “Please go?”

“Doesn’t Jack or like.. any of your guy friends want to go?” Brooke asked, sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter, eating a bag of pretzels. “Not that I don’t want to but I’m sure they’d be willing.”

“But I want you to go.” He leaned on the counter next to hear, flipping the two tickets in his hands. “Please?”

“How much time do I have to get ready?”

He glanced at the clock on the microwave, “Two hours.” He smiled up at her, shaking the gold and purple tickets. “We can go eat anywhere afterwards.”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere…” He sighed, tilting his head on her leg, “Please just tell me you’ll go. Because I really want to go.”

“Awwww..” She messed with his hair, “He really wants to go.” She frowned, “If he gives me forty-five minutes I can be ready for a Laker game and In and Out.”

Brooke filmed the outside of the arena as they walked in their ‘private’ door before Noah put his face right in front of the camera and yelled, “GO LAKERS”.

Paparazzi caught them as they entered, Noah guided Brooke with his hand on her back, not answering any of the questions they were yelling.

As they entered the building they ran into someone Noah knew immediately, “Noah Centineo…” James Cordon shook his hand, his other held onto his son who was sporting a bright gold Laker’s jersey.

“Nice to see you again, James.” He waved down at the boy, “Hey little man.”

“This is my son, Max. He loves basketball games.” Max looked up at the both of them, “He has no idea what’s going on.”

“This is my friend, Brooke.” He put his hand on her back as she shook James’ hand. “It’s her first Laker’s game. She also loves basketball.”

James took a picture of the four of them and shared it on his instagram. Both Brooke and Noah shared it to their stories as they sat down. A few fans noticed Noah and yelled at him across the court before the game started.

Brooke’s friends were texting her that she was on TV a lot and she had to laugh at some of the screen shots she got sent to her. But one caught her eye, it zoomed in on Noah and had a title on the TV screen, “Movie Star Noah Centineo” to inform all that were watching that he was there.

But Brooke didn’t notice that. Neither did her friends. They noticed his hand on her thigh, sitting there nonchalantly as they watched the game and didn’t see the camera zooming in across the court.

People caught pictures of them laughing together, Brooke whispering something in his ear, him stealing her popcorn, her resting her head on his shoulder for a selfie and of course, the internet went wild.

They were a trending topic, every news outlet had them on the front page, her instagram ‘tagged’ page kept continuously changing as his fan accounts posted images.

Neither of them spoke a word. They smirked at each other as they left their seats after the game, she grabbed his arm and followed him through the crowded halls till they were outside. They needed to make it to the parking lot next to the stadium which required leaving the gated space and entering the public.

It seemed like hours but Brooke finally got her hands on In and Out, snacking on it as they made their way home and onto the kitchen counter where they ate most of their meals late at night.

“All of these pictures of us. Endless instagram opportunities. Good thing I wore a good outfit.” She scrolled through her instagram tags and saved a few, sipping the end of her milkshake.

Her feet dangled off the side of the counter as she answered back her million texts from friends. Normally she would hate the attention but for some reason she didn’t even care.

“Oh, this one’s cute.” She showed Noah her phone, a shot of them exiting the venue, holding hands, both smiling; until her phone started ringing ‘MOM’.

“Don’t tell anyone that I’m muting her call right now, I don’t want to talk anymore. She’s called me three times today.”

“What about?”

“She said since it’s been six months I need to move out so she’s going to come out here to look for apartments with me since I can’t ‘do it on my own like an adult’.” She rolled her eyes, “My mom has no idea about apartments or neighborhoods around here.”

“So she wants you to move out?”

“It’s been six whole months.” She mimicked her mom, shaking her head. “Like I get it, but I really don’t want her to come help. She’ll be checking crime reports and make me get a place somewhere expensive so I’m not in danger.”

“You’re in danger everywhere in LA, does she know that?” He laughed, tossing their empty bags away before standing in front of her. “You’ll be in a cardboard box in Calabasas if she bases it off safety.”

“I’ve told her that so many times.” Brooke groaned, pushing her phone to the side as her mom texted her.

“How about you tell her something else?”

“What? Tell her I’m moving home? Tell her I’m moving to the neighborhood full of gangs? Tell her I’m movi—

“Tell her I don’t want you to move out.” He rested his hands on her knees. “I want you here… with me…”

Brooke tried to hide her smile, “I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“It’s safer than living alone, right?” His hands moved up the side of her legs, “Security system, good neighborhood, you’ve been here for six months already so why move?”

Brooke grabbed his cheeks, “Because it’s been six whole months.” She mimicked her mom again, watching him laugh and push his face against her hands. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“I’m very serious.” He moved closer, his hands went around her bottom and he rested his body between her legs, “I don’t want you to move out. I want you to stay here.”

“Wouldn’t it be… tricky… to continue…. this…. and for me to live with you?”

“It would be opposite of tricky, it’d be easier.” He winked, “Not that I would tell your mom that.”

“Oh now you’re going to talk to my mom about it?” She laughed, “Go ahead.”

“Hi, I don’t want Brooke to move out… I promise she’s not a pain…” He faked being on the phone, “No, no, I’m not just being nice…. yes I’m talking about the same Brooke…..” He fake laughed as her hands fell around his neck, “No she’s not annoying… opposite actually…” Brooke laughed, “….my friends get along with her fine, I promise… it’s just that…. I don’t want her to move out.. I think I’ve realized in the past…” he checked a fake watch, “...six years. That I really like Brooke… like reallllly like her.”

Brooke’s eyebrows rose up at the statement before she whispered back to him, “And I realllllly like you, Noah.”

He hung up his fake phone and stood up in front of her. He bit his lip and held back a laugh, looking down at her. His hand went up to her neck as he brought his face down to hers and they kissed.

For the first time in six years, they kissed.

“So you’ll tell your mom…?” He asked, his thumb rubbing along her jaw.

“That I’m not moving.”

“Perrrrfect.” He smiled, picking her up and carrying her down the hall, kicking his door open, “I hope you don’t mind sleeping in here tonight.”

“Every night.” She quickly said back, tightening her grip on the curls at the top of his neck.

It made Noah stop in the middle of his room and smile before dropping her on to his bed and falling on top of her before repeating, “Every night.”

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