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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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“Wish I’ve known”

(Ashton Irwin X Fem! Reader || Angst/Fluff)

Summary: Part 3 of my “Know You” Series. After being inseparable while being separated, is there a chance there could be more between Ashton and you?

Warnings: Angsty Fluff (you’ll get why) Strong language. Mentions of: COVID - 19, quarentine, alcohol, insecurities, jealousy and anxiety. Also bad English (not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.3 k

A/N: Part 3 is here! Hope you like it! Feedback is always welcomed. And if you’re new here, welcome to my new account! 💙🦋 from now on all of my writings will be here and if you want you can check out my materialist. I will really appreciate it.

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“Maybe I should get a dog” Y/N thought as she watered her plants. The fact that none of them had died in the last few months was truly a miracle. Obviously, the fact that she had to stay home quarantined and had no other better thing to do also helped.

She was relieved when her boss allowed them to work from home, granting her some security and control over that aspect of her life. But, truth is, it hasn’t been easy.

When quarantine was announced, she was a mess. Not because she didn’t understand the importance and the magnitude of this horrible pandemic, she did and she knew this was the best decision to keep everyone safe and she respected that. It was the feeling of helplessness and loneliness that got through her, and she felt selfish about it. How could she dare to feel like that when worst things were happening to so many people?

She couldn’t shake that feeling, so she did what she knows best: She hid it under a rug. She remembered what KayKay had said about Ashton once: “He avoids his feelings, but he will never lie”. It was a thing you and Ashton had in common.

Ashton…

Your thoughts drifted to the black haired man again. You just started your new relationship as friends just a few weeks before you were forced inside by a major force. Thing got better between both of you after the first “get to know you” hang out you had in your apartment. You started to see each other in a more friendly way rather than strangers in the same room, you would sit next to him sometimes and share some laughs with the others. At first it was very awkward for everyone, but they were grateful you two could finally set things right.

Everything was going smoothly. The band was about to release their new album, they were going on tour soon with your other favorite band and they even asked you to join them for some leg of the tour! But then everything changed.

You were a little surprised when your phone started ringing minutes after the quarantine became official. You were even more surprised to see the name that popped out.

“Hey” Ashton said once you picked up the FaceTime call “I’m assuming that you have that upset face because of the news and not because I called…”

You smiled a little but at that comment.

“I was expecting it, actually... The news, I mean” you quickly added when you saw his eyebrows lift “Your call was a surprise”

“I just wanted to know if you were okay”

“Me? How are you?! This could affect the whole album launch and the tour! I should be the least of your concerns at this moment”

“Don’t say that”

“You surely have some better things to worry about” You continued without listening to what he just said “Do you have enough food at home? I know people have been going crazy about toilet paper, do you have enough? I’ve stocked myself a few days ago, I can send you some…”

You stopped when you saw how his eyebrows knit together. You couldn’t tell if it was because of something you said that annoyed him.

“Did I say something bad?” You asked, sheepishly.

Ashton just smiled and shook his head.

“No, I’m just amazed on how quickly you went into “mom friend mode” Even though I asked how you were doing, you still tried to make this about anything but you. You truly are something else” He smiled at the phone and you felt the heat rising up to your cheeks “Now, tell me. How are you, really?”

That was just the first of many FaceTime calls you had, that without mentioning the texts, snaps and normal phone calls you had with Ashton everyday. You would send each other pictures and memes, you would talk for hours about everything and nothing at the same time and even shared some gardening tips.

You celebrated with him when the album dropped, congratulating him and the boys, watching their live-streams and laughing along with them and Luke’s boomer energy. He was the first person you called when their album reached n1 in the UK and you were the first person he called when the Billboard mess happened.

It was a comfort knowing you were always there for each other. Weather it was a late night call because you couldn’t sleep, or if he needed an opinion on some song lyrics, or just to be in each other’s company. It was amazing how close you guys became being so far away.

You smiled to yourself with that thought. You didn’t realize you were basically drowning your plant until your phone rang next to you, pushing your thoughts away for a moment.

“Shit, maybe I’m not ready for a dog”

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Ashton was in the middle of a zoom call when he received your text. He sent you a picture of his snack bar next to his computer with the text: “This is what happens when you fish finger shame a guy”

Yours was a text that said: “glad you’re making healthier decisions in your life. I, on the other hand, just drowned Peter the Eucalyptus :(“ and attached was a picture of the poor plant with its pot flooded.

He couldn’t help but smile fondly at the text.

Ashton never thought he could be this content stuck in his house. Yeah, everything that was going on was fucking horrible and yeah, it sucked not going on tour this year or not doing a proper promotion of the album. But he had you.

He had you and that was more than he could ever ask for. He couldn't understand why he spend so much time avoiding you instead of knowing you. Every time he thought about it, he wished to go back in time and make things right, for you to be with him from the start instead of… well.

But right now, it didn’t matter how badly your story started. He knows you know how much he regrets his past actions towards you and how much he wishes to fix it. He knows he might never fix it completely, but, right now. he was just so happy with the fact that you were now part of his life.

He was amazed on how your relationship has progressed. How similar you were in so many ways and how easy it is for you to understand each other even without saying anything. It is sure to say that you were on his mind all the time, consuming all his thoughts because: How are you even real?. He couldn’t wait to talk to you because he was sure that talking to you was his favorite part of the day.

Now that you’re in his life, he never wants to be without you ever again.

“Whatta you smiling there, Ashy” Calum said.

For a moment Ashton forgot about the zoom call and now his three best friends were looking at him, smirking playfully.

“What?” He said trying to sound unbothered, but failing as he felt his cheeks warming up “Nothing, just got a text…”

“Ooh, must be someone really special if it makes you blush like that” teased Luke, raising his eyebrows.

Ashton smiled a little bit. It was, in fact, someone special, it was you.

“It’s just Y/N” he said, trying to sound disinterested “She just texted me something about her Eucalyptus”

“Peter or Gerald?”

The surprise in Ashton’s face was noticeable when Calum mention the names of Y/N’s plants. For some reason, it bothered him.

“Peter”

He knew that the tone he used was kind of aggressive. But he hoped the guys didn’t notice it.

“You’ve been talking a lot lately, huh?” Michael added.

“Yeah… everytime I try to FaceTime you’re already on a call with her or texting her…”

“Or I’m just ignoring you, Luke” Ashton said, defensively “Yeah, we’ve talked. You know, just trying to get to know her”

“And because you have a crush on her…”

“I don’t… Luke I swear to god…”

“Aww look how he gets all rilled up! Ashton has a crush on Y/N”

“Michael, stop it. And Calum, if you say something I swear I’m gonna beat you up” Ashton threatened.

Calum just raised his hands, not saying anything but suggesting it with his face. Ashton just sighed.

“I don’t have a crush on Y/N, okay? I just… I just think she’s great, you know? I’m just starting to get her to like me as a friend. And she’s just.. great”

“You've said that already”

Ashton glared at Michael.

“I get it, mate” Calum intervened “Y/N is amazing. Truly one of a kind”

Soon you became the topic of the conversation. Everyone was talking about you and telling anecdotes. It shouldn’t have made Ashton mad, but it did. Though, mad wasn’t the word. He was jealous.

He tried to convince himself that he shouldn’t be. He was the one who screwed up and missed all that time with you. But he couldn’t help the way his blood boiled up everytime he thought about how close you were to the others, specially Calum. He still remembers how he was holding you when you first came into his house for a movie night. It took all of his strength not to ask Calum if you guys were dating.

“She’s coming to the party, right?” Luke asked, pulling Ashton away from his thoughts.

“Yeah” he answered “She said she’ll be there”

“And then maybe you could tell her about your little crush?”

Ashton rolled his eyes.

“For the last time, I do not….”

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“Do not have a crush on Ashton!”

Y/N was in the middle of her own zoom call with Sierra and Crystal. And, just like their boyfriends/fiancés, they were teasing her about her newly formed friendship with the drummer.

“Yeah, whatever you say”

“Liar liar pants on fire…”

You rolled your eyes at them. You loved them dearly, but right now you want to strangle them.

“This was supposed to be a zoom call to check our outfits for the party. Not a “Let’s all attack Y/N” zoom call”

When the news announced a week ago that quarantine was officially over, Ashton didn’t hesitate for a second to throw a party to celebrate their new found freedom. And you didn’t hesitate for a second in saying yes when he invited you.

“Sorry, baby” Sierra said “But that grin on your face told us otherwise”

Ashton had just responded to your text and you were careless enough to smile at it while the girls were in the middle of a conversation you didn’t pay attention to.

“Guys…” you plead covering your face with your hands “Can we please change the topic? Ashton and I are just friends, hell a few month ago he hated me! It’s impossible for him to like me like that if he didn’t even like me at all to begin with! Plus..” you dropped your hands and looked down “He’s Kaykay’s ex, I wouldn’t do that to her! No matter if I…”

“If you like him?” Crystal finished your sentence.

Your silence and your flushed cheeks said it all.

“Oh, honey” Sierra tried to comfort you

“I don’t like Ashton” You said firmly.

But to be honest, you weren’t sure you meant that. Yes, you’ve always had a fascination with him when you were nothing more than a fan. Yes, he hated you for the most part you’ve known each other. Yes, he apologized and became one of the closest people you had in your life now, he brings you a sense of security you haven’t felt in years and you know you can trust him with anything. And yes, he’s hot as fuck, but he’s also very kind and funny and incredibly smart and willing to make you laugh and…

But you didn’t like him. You couldn’t. He’s your friend’s ex. He’s best friends with your best friends. He’s someone that came recently into your life but if he’s ever gone you wouldn’t know what to do. You can’t like him because you will ruin it, just like everything else. And you wouldn’t let that happen.

You gazed your screen again, Sierra and Crystal had understanding looks, but at the same time they changed their backgrounds to Hercules’ Muses. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Did you have to put that background?”

“Couldn’t help it, sorry”

“But we won’t talk about it anymore if you don’t want to. However, if you do wanna talk, we’re here for you, darling. Always”

“Yeah, I guess it might be hard to talk about. But will it really be the worst thing ever?” Asked Crystal.

“What?” You asked in surrender.

“Let down your walls and let it happen?”

You froze.

“You are worthy of love, Y/N” Sierra added “You deserve to be happy and, believe me girl, that smile you made when he’s name popped up. I haven’t seen it until now”

Your eyes went involuntarily to the small screen next to you. His name was next to a smiley face with a text that said: ”I’m really glad I’ll get to see you again”

And you could admit that the feeling was mutual.

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The day of the party finally came! You were excited to see all your friends again, no need for zoom calls or texts or multiplayer games. Quarantine was over and you couldn’t wait any longer.

You got yourself ready for the party, the words of your friends still lingered in your thoughts as you took one last look at your appearance “It’s gonna be fine” you thought “You can control your feelings, he’s your friend and nothing more. Don’t mess it up” And with that, you walked through the door and drove to Ashton’s house.

On the other hand, Ashton couldn’t stop staring at the door. Even though he wouldn’t admit it at loud, he was hoping to see you. He wanted to be the first person you saw, the first person to say ’hello’ and give you a hug. But mostly, he wanted to see your smile again, most importantly, he wanted to see you smile at him.

“What is he doing?” Luke asked Sierra who was just as intrigued by Ashton’s ‘guard dog’ behavior.

“I don’t know… I guess he’s trying to be a good host?”

The girl have answered, half asked “but he seems… oh”

His demeanor became apparent once you came through those doors. Making Luke and Sierra giggle to themselves.

You opened the door confidently, or at least trying to be confident. But that went to shit when the first person you saw was the same person who couldn’t leave your thoughts for one moment.

“Hey, you!” Ashton said, visibly relaxing when he spotted you.

His smile was dashing, making all of his dimples pop out. He went straight for a hug and you could feel yourself melting into it, but also holding on as tight as you could. After all, he was the first person you saw in flesh and bone after months of being home alone.

Ashton rounded his arms around your waist and didn’t want to let go. You were there, really there! He wondered how could he ever lived without your hugs before? He could feel that the hug was lasting more than it should, but he didn’t care. You all spend months without seeing each other, it didn’t mean anything. At least, he knew that for you it didn’t. And he hoped he believed that for him either.

But you had to separate at some point.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” You said, extremely happy to be able to see people again “In flesh and bone and not on a screen”

“I’m as real as you want me to be” he laughed as he took you in “You look… amazing”

He hoped you didn’t notice his short breath. You hoped he didn’t notice how you blushed.

“Well, I think everyone looks amazing after months in solitary confinement”

“Nah… you always look amazing” It was at this moment where you averted your eyes to the floor that Ashton realized he said that at loud “Ehm… Look, there’s Sierra, let’s go say hi” he quickly added, guiding you towards your other friends.

Both Sierra and Luke had amused faces, but neither you or Ashton knew why. Sierra launched herself at you, almost making you fall on your ass.

“I’m never social distancing again!” She said, finally letting you go “I missed you so damn much”

“Missed you, too. Luke! It’s so nice to see you!” You hugged him as best as you could. 6’2 my ass, he was closer to 6’5 with those boots.

“God, Y/N. It was about damn time” and when he finally let go he added “But I’m sure you were… entertained during this quarantine”

Next thing you know, Ashton rounder his arm around Luke’s shoulder and said something like “Oh, look. There’s Andy. Let’s go and say hi, Luke” and he left with his very confused bandmate.

“What just happened?” You asked.

“No idea” said Sierra, casually “But let’s go find Crystal and Mike! They’ve been asking for you”

And just like that, you were pulled into multiple hugs once you found them. Not much later after that, Luke joined you again with Calum and Ashton.

Calum barely spotted you and went to give you a big, crushing hug and kissed you on the cheek. You had missed him so much and were just too happy to see him and everybody again that you didn’t notice the way Ashton suddenly tensed up at the sight of you two.

He knows he has no right to be jealous. They were your friends way longer than he was. They were the ones who knew about your struggles and your interests way before he did. They were the ones who were deserving of your love and care, way more than he will ever be.

But something clicked when he saw the way you were hugging his best friend and in the way he kissed your cheek.

He wanted it to be him. He wanted to be the one who kissed your cheek so tenderly. He wanted to be the one who would wrap his arms you and never leave your side. He wanted to look into your eyes and see himself in the reflection, be the one who comforts you the same way you comfort him. He wanted to play with your hair and caress your cheeks, and for you to do the same. He wanted you to love him just as much as you seem to love them, maybe even a little bit more.

But, he knows that will never be. He knows he hurt you so much that it was impossible for you to even see him that way. He doesn’t deserve that, no matter how many times he thinks he might. He doesn’t. Hell, the fact that you’re even considering him as a friend was a miracle itself.

You deserve better, he’s convinced of that. You deserve someone who loves you from the start, someone who won’t hurt you the way that he did. Someone that had more stable relationships, less commitment issues, less fear of opening himself to anyone. Someone who doesn’t avoid his feelings just because he doesn’t know what to do with them. You deserve better, and he wasn’t it.

When you pulled away from Calum’s embrace, you couldn’t help but notice how Ashton’s eyes had lost their spark. He quickly covered it once he caught you staring, and planted a fake smile on his lips. After some small talk, he excused himself “host stuff” he said, and just like that he left the group.

Throughout the night, Ashton came and went. Never once did he meet your gaze while you were with the others. But you caught him staring from afar a few times, quickly averting his gaze the moment they met yours.

Nobody else seemed to notice, but it was eating you alive. All your insecurities came flooding in. ”Did you do something wrong? Maybe he just likes you through a screen. Was it something you said? Why does he hate you again? What did you do to make him hate you again?”

The thoughts were too much. You needed air.

You excused yourself from the group and made your way upstairs where you know there’s a big window leading up to a balcony. Right now you needed the comfort of the stars.

However, once you stepped on the balcony you realized a minute too late that you weren’t alone.

Ashton was leaning on the rails, he had a beer in one hand and his shirt want tucked inside his pants anymore. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was gazing at the dark horizon that was in front of him.

He was mesmerizing. Truly a sight for sore eyes. You felt your heart thund loudly in your chest, but forced yourself to push that feeling away. He was your friend, or at least it seemed like it. He was your friend and nothing more, and you should be content with that. Why couldn’t your heart accept that?

“Hey, you”

His voice startled you for a second. You didn’t notice you were lost in your thoughts again. You looked at him and he was already looking at you over his shoulder.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked.

“I’ll sell them for a dollar” You answer stepping closer to him.

You could see his light smile as you leaned next to him. For a moment neither of you said anything, both of you afraid of saying the wrong thing. You were the first one to cave.

“Ditching your own party?”

Ashton chucked “Taking a break. I don’t remember it being that exhausting”

You nodded, expecting him to say more.

“And what about you? Are you ditching my party?”

An unexpected sigh left your lips and caught Ashton’s attention “No… just needed some air, I think”

“Are you okay?”

He couldn’t dare to mask the worry in his voice. You’ve been talking for months, he could tell when something wasn’t right and it hurted like hell to see you like that. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and protect you from whatever’s hurting you, but the reminder that he was once the one causing you pain made him stop before he could do anything.

“I will be” you answer, hoping it’ll be true.

“Y/N…”

“Are you okay?”

“Y/N.” Ashton said, knowing the game too damn well. You were averting the conversation towards him, that way you avoid talking about how you really feel.

“Ashton” you said just as firmly.

You stared into his eyes, neither of you willing to let the other win. Neither of you willing to look the other way. God, you knew his eyes were beautiful, but beautiful cuts short when he’s looking at you so intensely. For his part, it felt selfish, but he couldn’t look away. He’s never seem such sadness in someone’s eyes, it was heartbreakingly beautiful. Oh, how he wished he could take that all away.

Finally, you decided to break the spell. You looked away and softly said.

“I just wanted to look at the stars”

Ashton nodded. He remembers you mentioning how you loved the starling sky. How it made you feel less alone.

“Sorry” he said, looking at the night sky “But I guess this just isn’t the night”

You looked up and saw a bunch of stormy clouds over you. Thundering lightly as they hit each other.

“The sky is still up there and so are the stars” you breathe “Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean the can’t shine”

You lowered your gaze and met his again. You wanted to understand him, but he seemed so far away from your reach. You wanted to know why was he avoiding you again? You knew he was putting up some walls, and so were you. Maybe it was time to lowered them down.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Ashton was even faster by crashing his lips against yours.

His hands found your waits immediately, pulling you closer to him. Once you felt his touch you melted into him, into his lips, his hands, his everything. You opened your mouth and gave him permission to explore more of you, your hands flying to his hair and messing with it a little bit.

You were intoxicating. Ashton became obsessed with the way you tasted and how your lips molded into his perfectly. The little moan that left your mouth died in his lips and made him shiver. He’s sure he’s never heard such a beautiful sound before. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you to a wall and pressed you against it, letting your bodies pressed together, feeling every inch you could give.

It was messy, it was raw, it was everything you couldn’t say. It was perfect. Too perfect.

Ashton was the first one to pull away. You were both panting due to the lack of air, that didn’t stop you from smiling though. But Ashton’s face did.

“I’m sorry” he said, pulling himself away from you “I’m sorry”

“Ash” you breathe, not understanding.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that”

The panic in his voice was noticeable. His hands flew to his hair and ruffled it, turning away from you.

“This was a mistake. I should’ve never…” he wasn’t looking at you. He didn’t notice the tears spilling down your face “It should’ve never happen”

He finally turned around just to see your back disappearing into the house. Leaving him alone. He fucked up, again. And this time he might’ve fucked it up forever.

He felt the tears coming out when his back hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. He couldn’t hear his own cries, he couldn’t hear the muffling sounds from the party bellow. All he could hear was the sounds of you walking away and the thunder that came with them.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #294

“maybe it’s not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate”

Is your bed big enough for two people? Yes. What is your favorite board game? I like Battleship. Have you ever been hospitalized for more than 2 weeks? I think one stay at the psych hospital stretched over two weeks, maybe three. I don't remember. When was the last time you heard someone scream? Irl, probably at some point visiting my sister's family and my baby niece was upset. If you include via audio, a couple days ago when watching Egoraptor's Kingdom Hearts 2 stream. He's a Loud Boy. Who was the last person to call you baby? I have no clue. Why did you last go to the airport? I was going home from Sara's. Have you ever showered with another person? Not since I was a little kid with my sister. Is there something you are keeping a secret from your parents? I mean, nothing major. There are small things I don't tell them, though. Are you able to forget people easily? FUCK to the NO. What disgusts you about bathrooms? Sharing a toilet with literally anybody. Have you ever had gum stuck in your hair? I mean maybe at some point, but I don't think so. What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? If you’ve never been in a relationship before, do you watch Scrubs? I knew Jason maybe two/three weeks before he asked me out. We clicked so damn fast. Don’t you hate it when people talk about their relationships constantly? It can become a bit much. I have (had?) a friend who did this profusely to the point it was pretty impossible to have an actual conversation, and then she fell off the face of the planet. Being in love is an absolutely amazing thing, but like... that's not all you can talk about. Do you enjoy old movies? Yeah, there are some great ones. Do your neighbors annoy you in any way? Someone a few houses down has a dog that NEVER shuts the fuck up. I don't know how it doesn't lose its voice. What was the last party you were invited to? A Halloween party hosted by my friend Summer a few years ago. It was a good time. Are you honestly happy with your life right now? N O P E Do you find it fun to pray for people? I don't pray, but even if I did, "fun" seems like the wrong word. Generally when you pray for someone, there's something negative going on in their life, so like... I think "fulfilling" is maybe a better word? Has your mom ever crocheted you a blanket? My mom has deadass been working on a massive blanket since she was in her 20s (maybe even a tad younger), and she's at the tail end of her 50s. She works on it less than once in a blue moon. She started with the intention of passing it onto her kids. Do you regret letting a certain guy slip away? Debatable. It's questionable if I ever would have gotten competent help without Jason leaving, and if I didn't, what if he finally had enough when we were already married with kids (that's what I wanted at the time, anyway)? That would have broken me even worse. What show did you want to be on as a kid? Whatever the Nickelodeon one was where you got slimed lol. Do you have regrets? Of course I do. Does anyone really know you? My mom and Sara, at least. What song do you want played at your wedding? It depends on my partner and songs we consider special. Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? No. I do, however, love me some "Love Story." And you are LYYYYYYINNNNNGGGG if "Picture To Burn" doesn't make you feel like a Bad Bitch. Would you ever dye your hair unicorn colors? I would DIIIIIEEEEE to do that in pastel tints. I wish my damn hair took color well... I have literally only had ONE very effective hair dyeing experience, when my friend spent hours turning it red. It stuck for MONTHS. List 3 of your pet peeves. 1.) Turning tragedy into a competition; 2.) making mental illnesses "trendy;" and 3.) elitists of pretty much anything. Do you type fast? Very. What do you like to put on your pancakes? Typically just maple syrup, but I'll put butter on them if given it at a restaurant. Have you ever accidentally drank spoiled milk? I've taken a sip and immediately realized and spat it out. Have you ever had your heart broken? More like shattered into incalcuable pieces. When you were 3, was your natural hair color the same as it is now? No, I was dirty blonde. Have you ever received a scary message from someone online? Yes, I'm pretty sure. What does your first name rhyme with? "Infamy" is close enough, ig, if we're excluding other names. Do you have freckles on your face? No. I did as a kid, though. Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character? Probably the angel kitty (I had a coloring book, even), but they're all SO pretty. I love Lisa Frank stuff. Does your family always have your back? My mom and dad do, at least. My older sister does, meanwhile it's hard to tell with my little sister. She's not very affectionate and expressive of love to the point I question a lot if she even likes me. What type of wedding do you want to have? Gothic! Are you more of a leader or a follower? A follower, within reason. I'm definitely not a blind one. Do you know anyone with a profession in law? Quite a few, actually. Have you ever Googled yourself? Yeah, at some point. Do you have a regular vacation spot, or do you always go somewhere new? We don't really go on vacations. It's not an expense Mom can really afford. Where were you working 10 years ago? Nowhere. ... 5 years ago? Still nowhere. ... 1 year ago? Nowhere. What's the shortest amount of time you've had between relationships? Like a day. I know it sounds bad, but I left Girt already knowing I loved Sara, and I didn't really have anything to heal from. As a child, what comfort foods did your parents make for you when you were sick with a cold or flu? We'd have Saltines, chicken noodle soup (which I never really liked), and ginger ale. What's your favorite art style? Probably hyperrealistic fantasy stuff. What time period is considered to be your country's 'golden age?' I don't know, I'm not a history buff. Have you ever done LSD? I've never done any drugs. Are any of your coworkers currently out on maternity/paternity leave? N/A What is your favorite parody movie? Maybe the Paranormal Activity one. I barely remember it, though. What kind of first impression do you hope others have of you? That I'm kind and friendly and really care about their feelings. Do you have a good sense of balance? NOOOOOOOOOO. I stray like a motherfucker when I walk. Have for many years. It's weird. What is your least favorite ice cream flavor? Strawberry, ugh. Does your car have heated seats? No. What's something that has been in your local news lately? I don't watch it. What's your favorite internet meme? Oh, I have no clue, I love memes lmao. What is the strangest pizza topping you've ever eaten? Nothing, really. I'm not very adventurous with pizza. Can you name any books or movies where all the main characters die? Not off the top of my head. Do you live alone? No, I live with my mother. What’s the grossest thing you’ve encountered in/at a fast food joint? *shrug* Do you swallow chewing gum? No. Do you ever get goosebumps while listening to songs? EXTREMELY easily. Like that is so, so regular, be it from the lyrics, the singer's voice, or just the music. Are there any amusement park rides you refuse to go on? Why? Most, really. I get dizzy way, way too easily and don't want to faint. What is the best roller coaster you’ve ever been on? I'm afraid of roller coasters, so I can't answer this. Never touched one. Don’t you think black jellybeans are icky? Ugh, YES. What was the last thing you measured with a ruler? I helped Mom use the long, flexible kind to measure the couch because she was gonna move some furniture around. What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen? Oh, I'm sure the mountains when driving to Tennessee. I was too young to remember it well, but I can never forget that I marveled over them. Would you rather have a Playstation or Xbox made console? I'm a Playstation gal. What if you were watching COPS and saw your significant other on there? I'm... not gonna lie, if it was Jason for doing something stupid and not, like, murderous, I'd probably cackle. Have you ever tried to write to any celebrities? No. When was the last time you blew bubbles? I ain't got a clue. Have you ever stumbled across a beehive? More like wasp nests. What food(s) make you cringe? Quite a lot, given my extreme selectiveness with textures. More than anything, probably egg yolk. Have you ever played an automated 20 Questions game and beat it? Ha, I actually had one of those! I have, but damn was that hard. Have you been to a restaurant where they cook the food in front of you? Yup, Ichiban. Pretty cool. Do you feel that presidential campaigns make people too competitive? I mean, no. People care about who is going to be the head of their country. Do you find Family Guy hilarious or offensive? Neither. Do you still write letters to people, even though there’s e-mail now? No. Have you ever had an accident involving a microwave? Ha, I'm a travesty of a cook, so yeah. I remember on one occasion I accidentally dialed in many minutes for popcorn and entirely forgot about it. Safe to say I didn't eat it. I've split hot dogs in there, and I'm certain there's more. Do you like the movie Forrest Gump? I adore that movie. One of the best films ever imo. Can you handle heat well? I honestly doubt you'll meet someone who handles it worse than me, especially physically. I have severe hyperhidrosis, so I will literally sweat like a pig in 70* weather. I absolutely cannot handle it. Do you smoke weed? What are your opinions on its legalization? No. Legalize it for at least medicinal purposes. Have you ever had a school shooting at your school? HA, I can promise you my high school must have at some point. Are you usually the first to do something, or are you more of a follower? I don't pay attention to this. What is your favorite way to eat a potato? Fries, yum. Are roses your favorite flower? No, but they're high on the list. Have you ever been to a horse race? No. I think they're abusive anyway. Do you like lobster? No. Have you ever swam in a lake? Yeah. There's one lake I swam in that was so clear you could see pretty far and just watch the fish and turtles. Have you ever convinced someone to show you their private parts? "Convinced"????? That's fucking coercion. I've seen people naked, but not by fucking pressure. What is the greatest treasure you have ever found? My older sister found a cracked amethyst geode once. Idk where it's at now, but I hope she (or we at the house, depending on where it is) finds it at some point, though. My niece has come to love smooth rocks and pebbles, and I think crystals would blow her away, never mind one that size. Do you eat beef? Regrettably. Are you good at card games? I mean, what's the game? I'm not exceptional at any I can think of. What is your favorite musical? I don't like musicals. Did you ever play the Oregon Trail game? Omg yes!!! I LOVED playing it as a kid, especially the 3rd one, I think? Do you watch It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia? No. Who is your favorite country singer? I actually do enjoy Tim McGraw pretty consistently, but I don't actually seek out his music. Do you know anyone who is Mormon? An old best friend was. Do you like grunge? Yeah. What’s your favorite kind of cheese? American. What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? Most likely Covid. What’s your funniest story involving a car? It's not hilarious, but once we were behind someone whose license plate said "omw" lmao. What scientific discovery would change the course of humanity overnight if it was discovered? Well, a proven Covid vaccine. Do you think that humans will ever be able to live together in harmony? Nope. What’s the scariest non-horror movie? Idk. What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? I'm not sure. What’s the most awkward thing that happens to you on a regular basis? Having to explain my Mark tribute tattoo lmao. What was one of the most interesting concerts you’ve been to? I've only ever seen Alice Cooper, and while it was great, "interesting" seems like the wrong word. Where are you not welcome anymore? Probably Jason's house, at least not by him. Or Colleen's, probably. Idk how she feels about me by now. What’s the most recent show you’ve binge watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender w/ Sara. What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? Paying bills. What’s the smartest thing you’ve seen an animal do? I kid you not, our first cat would look both ways twice before crossing the street across our house. (Please do not allow your cats outside.) She'd do it even more when bringing her kittens there too to hunt. Chance was truly incredible. I could really give a lot of examples of her intelligence. I also had another childhood cat (my favorite before Roman) who would respond to a certain clap pattern I'd do if Mom let me bring him inside. Wherever Charcoal was wandering, he'd come running. What’s the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? Oh, I'm sure it was RP-related stuff as a kid. What’s the longest rabbit hole you’ve been down? I'unno. What’s the saddest scene in a movie or TV series? Possible spoiler warning for a super old movie??? Probably when the main character of Old Yeller had to put the dog down because of rabies. But I cry like a bitch easily, so maybe there's something that tears me up even more or just as badly. What odd smell do you really enjoy? None that are "odd," really. What’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild? I've seen a mink once when fishing with Dad deep in the woods. What’s the best lesson you’ve learned from a work of fiction? Oh, I don't know. I'd have to think for a while & I don't feel like it. What food do you crave most often? Probably ice cream. Who in your life has the best/worst luck? I don't know about best, but my mom absolutely has the worst luck. Which apocalyptic dystopia do you think is most likely? A meteor, maybe? If you had a HUD that showed three stats about any person you looked at, what three stats would you want it to show? I'd want to know if they were criminals or just dangerous. What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen a kid do? Oh, my niece is so funny. One of the things that gave me the biggest laugh (and was most adorable) was this time I was taking family pictures for Ash at a local lake, and Aubree went running into the gazebo, span around totally like in a princess movie, and exclaimed, "It's enormous!" She is such a darling. If people could read your mind, what would they usually find? Just how bored I am, memories of Jason bc trauma, lamenting my disappointment in myself, "why is Mark so perfect," worrying about Sara, thinking of RP character developments... What celebrity would you like to meet? Mark. 100%. I would die to just thank him (if I could get words out, oof) and hug him and try not to soak his shirt in tears lmao. Do you need money to be happy? Don't bullshit me, you wouldn't be happy homeless because you can't afford a home. So to a degree, yes. What's a good idea you've had recently? Hm. What gift would you like to receive? At this current moment, Cloak's (Mark and Jacksepticeye's clothing brand) limited edition "life after death" design for a shirt. It is so fucking pretty, and I love the nature focus. What are you most excited about right now? Honestly? Getting my laptop back. I wanna play WoW lmao. What's your favorite song from a movie? Maybe uhhhhhh was "Supermassive Black Hole" actually written for Twilight? Where would you like to volunteer? I very, very badly want to volunteer to take pictures of animals up for adoption in shelters for like their social medias and stuff. I've asked like the two local places, but no bites yet. What's the last song you listened to? Metallica's cover of "Turn The Page." What's the last YouTube video you watched? I'm watching Gab Smolders play SOMA. Fantastic game.

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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.”

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Undertale Birthday-

Sans- It’s your birthday, huh…? Well, it was a day he knew was coming up, but now that it was here… Well, he was a bit nervous, honestly. It was your birthday, it was a special occasion, one that brought you into the world, and brought you into his life! He had decorated the house, with Papyrus’ help, of course, and picked a few of those closest to you to be at the small party. There weren’t many people there, but the look on your face as he saw you walk in, a mixture of confusion, delight, and surprise, it was a pleasure that you liked it. And after the party ended, let’s say that you two had some fun… when you both were in pajamas and having a movie night afterwards, with cuddles.

Papyrus- He had been preparing for months! He just wants to make you feel special, and that he was honored you were brought into his life so many years ago, and now look at you two! You are his precious datemate, and he wants you to know that he absolutely adores you! Expect to go out, to places you want to go, before the two of you head home for the day, this day is about you, and he wants to make sure that it was amazing! Though at home, you better expect for Papyrus to dote on you for the rest of the evening, he is going to treat you like the queen you are.

Undertale Valentines Day-

Sans- Now, he surprised you with flowers, and some ice cream, as well as a lazy day. It may have not been the most romantic thing ever, but just being with you, even when there is silence, is enough for him. He just wants to spend some time with you, either being lazy, or maybe sharing a few cheesy, romantic pick up lines that would end up making the two of you laugh. It was the best lazy valentines day.

Papyrus- He’s going to go overboard, oh my god he is going to go overboard. Expect many gifts, flowers, sweets, attention, and sweet words coming your way for the day, and if he sees you are uncomfortable, he will back off, knowing that he cannot smother you to oblivion, instead, he would give you the space you need, but expect him to come back later to shower you with affection!

Underswap Birthday-

Sans- Sky has planned this day out, right up until the end! He is prepared as hell, because he is going to shower you in a good time! He had made arrangements on what you two would do for the day, doing various of your favorite activities, there is a party, of course, because he has so many people to share you with that day. He just loves you so much, so expect to be mentally/emotionally exhausted from all this socializing. He is going to take things overboard.

Papyrus- Uh, do you want to go out for your birthday, because if you did, well, he’s willing to go out with you and celebrate, but if you’re not wanting to go out, that’s fine as well. It just means he gets more time alone with you. Expect lazy cuddles, compliments, and watching all sorts of things, as well as getting a pizza delivered, don’t worry about the cake, he had gotten it yesterday. Maybe the best, laziest birthday ever.

Underswap Valentines Day-

Sans- You only get the best flowers, as well as a homemade dinner made by him! He would go over the top, but this day was meant for the two of you two spend together, and he’d like to keep it that way. Expect him to speak about all the things he loves about you. Perhaps a walk on the beach, a visit to a lake, or a stroll through the park as well. If you guys do go to the beach, be prepared to be impressed by his sandcastle building skills. He’s somehow a literal pro at making sandcastles and sand sculptures.

Papyrus- I can see him taking you on a date to the local library/bookstore, getting books for the day, only to read in the company of each other, and later there will be a nice, home cooked meal, that the two of you will make together. It may be a bit cheesy and boring, but he loved this valentines date with you. It was just the two of you relaxing.

Undefell Birthday-

Sans- There may be a chance that he potentially forgot your birthday… Hey, he didn’t expect the days to go so fast, okay? He was just… Unprepared, yeah, he was unprepared for it! So at best expect a pizza date at the comfort of your home with him, where the two of you can watch movies, and he will actually make you homemade milkshakes to top it off. It was a nice, and cheesy birthday for you.

Papyrus- He had already planned for your birthday, so expect a nice dinner at a restaurant, and going somewhere, maybe to a movie, afterwards. He’ll be giving you his gift afterwards, and expect to be treated amazing by this gent.

Underfell Valentines Day-

Sans- He’s honestly just going to ask if you want to go somewhere or not. He hadn’t really planned anything special, though if you do want to go anywhere, you will be taken to an unexpected place… An arcade. Yeah, he’s a bit dorky so he’ll game with you for quite a while until you guys get hungry, then he’ll take you somewhere to eat. A very mellow valentines day.

Papyrus- This is the day where he goes all out. He’s got chocolates, gifts, and flowers for you, he also had booked reservations for a restaurant, and later, he will take you dancing so he can swoop you off your feet… What do you expect, he’s going to be charming you all night, and showing you how wonderful you deserve to be treated.

FellSwap Birthday-

Sans- Similar to Underfell Papyrus, he has planned for your birthday, the day is full of activities! He actually planned to take you ice skating for quite a bit, at an ice rink. Even if you’re not good at it, he’s there for you. He’s balanced, and he’s careful, so he’ll always catch you if you fall. He will also take you to a nice restaurant to top the day off. This day is all about you, and he makes sure you know that.

Papyrus- Can you two spend you birthday at home watching movies and cuddling? Cause that sounds perfect to this precious boy here, he just wants to hold you in his arms all day, and cuddle. He will also whisper sweet nothings to you, and more then likely you’ll be flustered by all of his sweet words at the end of the day.

FellSwap Valentines Day-

Sans- You’re getting pampered, actually. He will actually pay to get you a massage, because he wants you to be relaxed, that’ll be part of your valentines day present. The other part, well, it’s a trip! He’s going to take you somewhere you’ve wanted to go to for some time, that’s also somewhat close. So be prepared for this valentines day, because its going to be an adventure for just the two of you! And no, he doesn’t do this for every valentines day, no worries.

Papyrus- He’ll take you on a date, yeah, he’ll also get you flowers and candy, which he may or may not eat some if you’re willing to share. He’ll take you somewhere relaxing, calm, so you two can be at peace with each other while doing something.

Horrortale Birthday-

Sans- He forgot. He literally forgot. The only way he remembered was through his brother, who had helped him get a present days before knowing his brothers tendencies. He’d give you the gift, and it’d be something you collect. Now, he was willing to spend the day with you, but if you wanted to relax for the day without him, he’s also fine with that, personal space rules, he understands.

Papyrus- He had baked a cake, decorated the house, and was prepared for you to come over, to celebrate your birthday! Today is all about you, and he wants to make sure you are having a wonderful day! He’d actually spend the day with you on the downlow, just the two of you.

Horrotale Valentines Day-

Sans- He honestly forgot it was valentines day. Were you wanting to do something with him, because if you did, he’s on board for doing something special with you. He’ll make you laugh, he’ll do quite a few things with you on valentines day. If you don’t want to do anything with him, well, he’ll be coming over with a pizza at dinner and a movie. Maybe a little movie date at home is the best thing for this valentines day.

Papyrus- He sets up a romantic dinner at home, complete with your favorite dessert, favorite flowers, and favorite type of candy. He actually likes to spend quality alone time with you, and if you let him, while they two of you watch shows or movies, he’ll hold you in his arms. This is a carefree valentines for just the two of you.

Matchup For PopatoChisp~!

Skele S/o: Slate.

Slate is going to take care of you, make sure that you are not overworking yourself, he wants you to know that you don’t have to do everything, that you don’t have to stress yourself out for others. He will watch vines with you, often sending you vine memes, and other memes, because who doesn’t love memes? He will cook for you, and he just loves holding you, is that weird to say? You’re tiny stature is opposite of his larger figure, and you fit perfectly in his arms and his lap. Within a few years of you relationship with each other, you both would probably get an animal or two, more then likely he’d want to get an animal that nobody wants. Disabled animals are his favorite, the two of you would get a cat with CH. The poor thing will make him coo at how strong it was for never giving up. He needs reassurance, and you seem like you can give that to him. You had helped him make his happy ending on the surface into the perfect ending. His brother also adores you, so that makes things even better, because his brother is able to see him finally happy, much to his brother’s pleasure.

Skele Best Friend: Red

Red is definitely a great person to be friends with. He’s going to watch your back, and make sure you’re not overworking yourself or stressing yourself out. He may have a crude way of speaking his concerns, but he speaks his concerns for you when your down. He is going to cheer you up. He respects you space, often sending memes when your having alone time, to possibly give you entertainment. You prove that most humans are not bad, and plus, he, Frisk, and his brother goes over to your house often, he, more often then not, lazes on the couch, often watching you converse with his brother or Frisk. You’re definetly a human he is glad that is in his life.

Here they are all together, boo! It was fun doing these for you, and I guess its a thanks for all the wonderful things you create for us, boo!

Ahhhh the masterpost!!! Thank you, @faith-the-geeky-nerd! You did such a great job on these, they’re all a joy to read! :3

#faith-the-geeky-nerd #undertale #sans #papyrus #sans/reader #papyrus/reader #cute #i love these #asdfjkl #thank you #submission

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kylorenpunk · 5 years

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Well I challenged @masonjar828 to do this ask meme like 200 years ago and he challenged me back but I’ve been busy so here we are.

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one. men suck. 199: I was born in: Mickey Mouse’s lair aka Orlando 198: I am really: trying not to make a self deprecating joke rn 197: My cellphone company is: Not being disclosed bc I don’t need stalkers 196: My eye color is: brown 195: My shoe size is: 8. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be taller than I am bc of that shoe size 194: My ring size is: Uh no idea. Maybe 9? 193: My height is: Five foot three inches 192: I am allergic to: A couple of antibiotics but that’s it 191: My 1st car was: 1995 Honda Accord. RIP Goldeen. 190: My 1st job was: Technically I was an assistant for an occupational therapy clinic that paid me under the table. My first paid job was a pool attendant for a hotel. 189: Last book you read: My professor’s shitty textbook. 188: My bed is: currently unmade. 187: My pet: doesn’t exist. Bro is allergic to the entire animal kingdom 186: My best friend: I have multiple and love them all very much 185: My favorite shampoo is: Just recently bought a new shampoo from OGX (coconut curls I think?) 184: Xbox or ps3: xbox 183: Piggy banks are: Not a bad concept. I have upgraded to using mason jars to save money 182: In my pockets: Not wearing pockets atm. Usually I only carry my phone tho 181: On my calendar: Is a bunch of doctor’s appointments 180: Marriage is: Fantastic with the right person 179: Spongebob can: ??? do whatever he wants? idk what op was thinking 178: My mom: is great and shouldn’t have to deal with my shit 177: The last three songs I bought were? I haven’t bought music in over two years. Spotify is my life. 176: Last YouTube video watched: I watch so many a day that I forgot what I last watched. 175: How many cousins do you have? 5 on paternal side. 3 on maternal. But I’m hispanic so it’s def more than immediate family 174: Do you have any siblings? 1 and he’s a pain but I love him 173: Are your parents divorced? nope. fun fact. I used to think divorce was normal as a child and wondered when I would get a second set of parents. 172: Are you taller than your mom? No I’m like 4 inches shorter 171: Do you play an instrument? is mayonnaise an instrument 170: What did you do yesterday? future job training and watched my brother [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: Lust at first sight 168: Luck: kinda 167: Fate: sure 166: Yourself: a lot more than I used to 165: Aliens: why not 164: Heaven: in a way 163: Hell: sure 162: God: the catholic in me says yes 161: Horoscopes: yes and no 160: Soul mates: tough question. 21 year old me would have said yes. 23 me is on the fence. Maybe for other people but I don’t really believe it for myself. 159: Ghosts: I love ghost walks so I hope they’re real 158: Gay Marriage: Of fucking course 157: War: No 156: Orbs: Isn’t this the same as ghosts? 155: Magic: No [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Either one has it’s benefits 153: Drunk or High: Never been high so I guess drunk 152: Phone or Online: they mean the same thing now 151: Red heads or Black haired: dark hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes 149: Hot or cold: hot 148: Summer or winter: summer 147: Autumn or Spring: spring 146: Chocolate or vanilla: depends. rn I want vanilla 145: Night or Day: day 144: Oranges or Apples: oranges 143: Curly or Straight hair: doesn’t matter. I feel more myself with straight hair tho 142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonald’s 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk 140: Mac or PC: pc. Apple is a peice of shit. 139: Flip flops or high heals: heals 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: this is a weird question 137: Coke or Pepsi: depends on whether it’s a can, glass or on ice 136: Hillary or Obama: lol was this made in 2008 135: Burried or cremated: not sure. i wanna say burried tho 134: Singing or Dancing: I’m bad at both 133: Coach or Chanel: neither 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who 131: Small town or Big city: small town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben stiller 128: Manicure or Pedicure: pedicure. my hands never last 127: East Coast or West Coast: east 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas bc I can see my family 125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: six flags despite the fact that i’ve never been 123: Yankees or Red Sox: I don’t give a shit about sports [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: dumb 121: George Bush: dumb 120: Gay Marriage: I’m hoping for a day where the LGBTQ+ community is no longer discrimated against 119: The presidential election: dumb 118: Abortion: No woman should be denied a right to abortion 117: MySpace: yeah this was made in 2008 116: Reality TV: dumb 115: Parents: great wonderful 114: Back stabbers: dumb 113: Ebay: useful 112: Facebook: kinda useful 111: Work: a necessity 110: My Neighbors: I don’t talk to them 109: Gas Prices: could be lower 108: Designer Clothes: I don’t care 107: College: a scam but education is worth it 106: Sports: depends on the sport 105: My family: great wonderful 104: The future: idk [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: yesterday 102: Last time you ate: when I started this thing 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: last month 100: Cried in front of someone: Two weeks ago 99: Went to a movie theater: going tonight 98: Took a vacation: three years ago. going soon tho 97: Swam in a pool: I don’t even remember. 96: Changed a diaper: never 95: Got my nails done: a year and a half ago 94: Went to a wedding: a year and a half ago 93: Broke a bone: never 92: Got a peircing: three years ago 91: Broke the law: probs when I was underage drinking 90: Texted: yesterday [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: all of my friends 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: free food and family 87: The last movie I saw: toy story 4 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: starting my career job 85: The thing im not looking forward to: taxes being taken out of my paycheck 84: People call me: Karina, Kari or Rina 83: The most difficult thing to do is: let go of someone in your life 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope 81: My zodiac sign is: cancer 80: The first person i talked to today was: no one. Update my boss just called lol 79: First time you had a crush: 1st grade lmao 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: myself 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: uh recently I think 76: Right now I am talking to: Romantic? no one Normally? No one lmao 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m grown but I’m not disclosing my job on here 74: I have/will get a job: already have one 73: Tomorrow: I’m working 72: Today: I’m cleaning 71: Next Summer: No idea 70: Next Weekend: no idea 69: I have these pets: no I don’t 68: The worst sound in the world: styrofoam 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother 66: People that make you happy: family and friends 65: Last time I cried: Thursday 64: My friends are: cool great wonderful 63: My computer is: working 62: My School: I’m graduated 61: My Car: I need to wash today 60: I lose all respect for people who: have no respect 59: The movie I cried at was: toy story 4 58: Your hair color is: brown 57: TV shows you watch: Sabrina, jane the virgin 56: Favorite web site: twitter 55: Your dream vacation: new york 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: wisdom teeth 53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium rare 52: My room is: a mess 51: My favorite celebrity is: chris evans 50: Where would you like to be: on vacation 49: Do you want children: yes 48: Ever been in love: three times. Ironically only one was with someone I actually dated 47: Who’s your best friend: I have multiple 46: More guy friends or girl friends: good mixture of both 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: makeup 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: a few 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: not a physical list 41: Have you pre-named your children: kinda 40: Last person I got mad at: no disclosing 39: I would like to move to: the smokey mountains 38: I wish I was a professional: MUA [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: lifesaver gummies 36: Vehicle: hondas 35: President: obama 34: State visited: TN 33: Cellphone provider: ATT 32: Athlete: n/a 31: Actor: i can’t choose 30: Actress: cant choose 29: Singer: can’t choose 28: Band: currently little mix 27: Clothing store: rip charolette russe 26: Grocery store: publix is the only acceptable floridian answer 25: TV show: jane the virgin 24: Movie: high school musical 23: Website: twitter 22: Animal: meerkat 21: Theme park: busch gardens 20: Holiday: halloween 19: Sport to watch: soccer 18: Sport to play: none 17: Magazine: n/a 16: Book: eragon 15: Day of the week: friday 14: Beach: n/a 13: Concert attended: hannah montana? 12: Thing to cook: beans 11: Food: rice 10: Restaurant: taco bell 9: Radio station: n/a 8: Yankee candle scent: n/a 7: Perfume: anything fruity 6: Flower: rose? 5: Color: pink or blue 4: Talk show host: ellen 3: Comedian: n/a 2: Dog breed: black lab 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? wouldn’t you like to know

#ask meme #personal shit #why do i curse myself with these #sorry mason

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synthaphone · 5 years

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experiencing and re-experiencing some more adult cartoons with ash, and i’ve been thinking about them so here’s my thoughts, in a big jumble of words that will be annoying to read through so they’re under a cut

two episodes of Mission Hill that i remembered enjoying in the past: i watched these by myself like a month ago because i was bored and depressed. not really as good as i remembered, not unwatchable but like, not good enough to make me want to rewatch the whole series, even if it is only 11 or so episodes long. i never ended up buying this one on DVD, i don’t think i got as into it as i did with Home Movies and Futurama back in 2013. i think it really comes down to Andy French not having any redeeming qualities, nor being that funny to watch. oops. i don’t think its bad for an adult cartoon though, and it had a kind of appealing visual style. i think i read somewhere that it was one of the last hand inked and colored cartoons to air, but i could be wrong because i’m too lazy to fact check that right now. the theme song is good, i guess its a cake song with the lyrics stripped out and i think the lyrics to that song are gross so i guess its nice to have a short version without those

almost all of Venture Bros, skipping episodes that, from their wikipedia descriptions, sounded completely appalling and not important: ash had watched this show years back but i never saw it until now, and... there’s some good stuff there, but there’s so many overwhelmingly terrible things that i can’t imagine recommending it to anybody. ultimately i ended up enjoying it a lot, but man. season 2 actually seemed to get worse than season 1, and then it took until around season 5-6 for it to get anywhere near consistently good. also apparently seasons are released once every two years now so that sucks! right when it started to get really interesting and i was getting invested in the characters. dang. i liked the new wave jokes, the episode that was an elaborate parody of a specific duran duran music video was a pretty big highlight for me.

(((don’t take this as a recommendation, ash warned me that at some point (around season 3) there would be a pedophile in the main cast and there... definitely is, and you can’t actually skip around him because he’s in almost every episode, and eventually they drop that element of him and have him be ‘reformed’ and have a much smaller role but boy is he there and its not funny or good and all they had to do was like, not make that character a pedophile but they sure did that. also it can be extremely racist- also toned down in later seasons but like... yeah this is probably the worst of these shows i’ve watched from a moral perspective, and i wish it was better because it has probably the best story arcs and world building out of any of these)))

the first three episodes of Home Movies: i thought this would be way worse than i remembered but so far its actually a little better than i remembered!! only three episodes in though, so we’re still in the era of Mostly Improv- i’m hoping most of the less-improvised episodes will also hold up to me, i’m a big fan of it. also back in 2013 i got obsessed and bought the whole box set, so it’d be cool if i ended up not regretting that purchase after we rewatch the whole thing. not looking forward to the l*uis ck character in season 2 or 3 or whenever he shows up, though

I think the only other adult cartoons I ever really got into were:

The Simpsons (but like, the early seasons that almost everyone likes, and this one i enjoyed in a casual way without ever going into hyperfixation mode about it, which i honestly appreciate!! it is exhausting getting invested in stuff that you know you won’t care nearly as much about in a year)

Futurama got wildly obsessed and bought the first four seasons on DVD, as well as some action figures that i now genuinely don’t know what to do with because i don’t care about the characters anymore. but i’m confident its way worse than i remember it being and don’t really want to rewatch it right now, plus those DVDs are at my parent’s house. whoops. sorry futurama. what the fuck am i going to do with those fry and professor farnsworth action figures, i saved the boxes but my mom threw them away when they moved so for now they’re just sitting at my parent’s house with the DVDs.

Clone High- i think i’ve watched the whole thing through twice? it was fairly consistent, iirc, i don’t think i want to rewatch it again anytime soon and i remember some shitty stuff but it had some memorable funny moments. i liked the littering episode

Rick and Morty- god i have to add this one onto the end because i forgot i’d watched it. i watched season one and mostly enjoyed it because i generally like sci-fi and improv, and then the creator was so openly shitty on social media and the last episode of season 1 was so bad that i just never watched it again when it came back. and then it got that really horrible fanbase and the memes and yeah i’m not coming back to that one, season one wasn’t even that good looking back

i think that’s all of them, give or take some episodes of other shows that i watched because i was in the same room when they were playing. i didn’t like any of those ones at all!!! i guess one or two episodes I saw of Bob’s Burgers were okay, but not really good enough for me to decide that i was actually gonna sit down and commit to watching the show

after we rewatch Home Movies we’ll finally give Bojack Horseman another try- we tried watching like, the first 5 episodes of it a couple years ago and didn’t like it, but Venture Bros was a lot ethically worse than most of the other cartoons i watched back then and we managed to get through 7 seasons of that in the past two weeks so maybe this time we’ll make it through to the good parts of Bojack everyone talks about

after that i dunno, i can’t think of any others i’d really WANT to watch. maybe someday, there’ll be an adult cartoon that can exist without having prison rape jokes, or wildly racist caricatures, or transmisogyny when i look back on it. maybe bojack succeeds at those basic ass things? i know it has shitty moments but maybe not those specific horrible ones!! ohhh boy

adult swim will probably not be where this cartoon will come from, when it does finally come to exist

#not including anime with adult cartoons because anime is capable of having... different genres #for some reason almost all western adult cartoons are irreverent comedies so i'm lumping all of that kind of show together into one category #also i'm talking about cartoons that have at least one season; so animated shorts don't count #those tend to have a lot more variety

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thelifetimechannel · 6 years

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This week’s bonus content brings us Jake and John discussing the likelihood of a robot apocalypse:

JAKE: Hey there pal! JAKE: So youre jades... brother? JOHN: that's right! JOHN: compared to how confusing everyone else's family trees are, we are very straight forward. JOHN: even if we did not know we were related at first... JOHN: i wasn't sure how YOU were related to her, back when you were pen pals. JOHN: do you remember sending me that letter? JAKE: By jove i almost forgot about that. It feels like ages ago. JOHN: i don't know how long it was for you, but i got it three years ago. JAKE: I mean from my point of view it was only a couple of months but a lots gone on. JOHN: it arrived on my birthday so it was right on time. JOHN: it came in handy in a tight spot. JOHN: you were right in your letter, i DO love movies. JOHN: even if i am not into wrestling that much. JAKE: Oh well ive had my fill of fisticuffs for awhile anyway. Movies on the other hand i havent had much time to dig into! JAKE: By the way did you like your present?? And little terry kiser? JOHN: um... JOHN: well, i named her liv tyler, actually. i didn't know you already named her, or him. JOHN: anyway, she saved my butt in a big way! JOHN: and then she flew off on a ship heroically, but ran off again i guess? JOHN: and then she somehow joined dave and rose on their even more heroic mission to blow up a sun. JOHN: which they failed to do mostly because they actually MADE the sun, but the important thing is that they tried. JOHN: they came back, but i think the bunny didn't make it. :( JAKE: I live by the philosophy that when a stuffed toy changes hands its appropriate to change its name. It gives things a history like that. JAKE: At least she died doing something i presume she enjoyed. JOHN: blowing up? JAKE: No!! Being a hero and dicing up bad guys! JOHN: was the robot sentient? JOHN: maybe we should have treated it with more respect, so it would not turn evil and destroy us like a watership down version of skynet. JAKE: I mean dirk helped me a little in making it and all of his projects seem to enjoy that kind of mayhem. JAKE: Not as much as his own version of the rabbit but i think in giving me advice at least a couple of his engine greased fingerprints are on it. JOHN: man, everyone is some sort of robotics genius around here. JOHN: if we hadn't already had an apocalypse ushered in by rogue technology i would be worried. JAKE: I briefly suspected hal but no worries. JAKE: I think if he were going to attempt a robopocalypse he wouldve done it a long time ago when he was bored and had less to do. JOHN: he and terezi would get along. they both seem to enjoy wreaking mayhem for fun, although she says she's sorry now. JAKE: They might try but dirk would go spare. JAKE: And I think hes tossed out all his spares for today already. JOHN: everyone has learned their lesson about devious deeds! JOHN: i'm confident that will not happen in the future. JOHN: instead we can relax and do things like watch that movie you were recommending. JAKE: Oh yeah!! JAKE: Which one did i recommend again? I think it was weekend at bernies. JOHN: the one about the corpse getting moved around to trick people? JAKE: Oh yes! Two gentlemen discover that their boss has died shortly before throwing a party and try to convince people hes still alive by puppeting his body around! Its really quite hilarious! JOHN: it sounds good. JOHN: although apparently i'm already locked in to watching a few others. JOHN: including dave's? JOHN: i can't believe he became a big deal movie star in your world, that's hilarious. JAKE: He did. Ive got one of his characters tattooed on my arm! JOHN: um JOHN: you do? JOHN: wow. JOHN: have you told him that? JAKE: Not yet. Should i? JOHN: you might actually make him speechless, which would be a first. JOHN: definitely try it. JOHN: wait, which one is it anyway? JOHN: also, how did you get a tattoo? JOHN: i thought you grew up alone or something, like jade did. JAKE: Ive got sweet bro. Dirk gave it to me after we met up! JAKE: Hes got hella jeff. We match! JAKE: Let me tell you it was a harrowing thing getting it! Id heard getting a tattoo really hurts but you know what i just closed my eyes and before i knew it it was over just like that. JOHN: ... JOHN: huh. JOHN: well, that sounds exciting. i'm sure he'll be thrilled. JOHN: none of us have ever shown that level of devotion. JOHN: mostly we just repeat his shitty memes. JAKE: Dirk takes memes to a whole new level pal. JOHN: i haven't really had a chance to meet him before this. JOHN: i've been missing out on so many reunions today, maybe because i keep bouncing around taking people places. JOHN: out of you guys i've mostly talked to jane and roxy. JOHN: and i only talked to jane once! JOHN: i'm already behind. JAKE: Oh im sure youll get along great! Hes a cool dude and super smart. A little odd but he genuinely means well. JOHN: i'm looking forward to meeting everyone! JOHN: wait, i did meet him once, that's right. JOHN: back in the bad timeline, i saw him floating in space and asked him what happened, because i'd just come back from fighting calliope's brother. JOHN: but all he said was 'i failed' and then he... turned into glitter? JOHN: there were lots of glitches floating around, it was a hazard. JOHN: hopefully we can overcome that first impression. JAKE: ...yeah that sounds like dirk. JAKE: He can be pretty dramatic. JOHN: rose and dave are super dramatic too, he'll fit right in. JOHN: with all of us together it's going to be all drama all the time. JOHN: it will be up to us normal people to keep things under control. JAKE: He grew up all alone so sometimes i think he only knows how to act from movies too but who knows. Maybe it runs in families. JAKE: Family. Weird. JAKE: Hey that means were family too arent we? JOHN: i guess so! JOHN: you're my... JOHN: hm. JOHN: relative. JAKE: Relative. I guess. JAKE: I cant exactly go calling you great uncle john even if i still call jade "grandma". JAKE: Has a ring to it though! Great uncle john! Its all folksy like poppop crocker. JOHN: that's right, i was jane's grandpa in your universe, i guess. JOHN: which is also weird to think about. JOHN: and i was sort of everyone's dad, by mixing our slimes. JOHN: so it keeps getting more outrageous. JOHN: as for knowing how to act from movies... JOHN: i didn't even grow up alone, and i think sometimes i have that problem. JOHN: you want your life to make sense that way! JOHN: but real life is a lot more complicated sometimes. JAKE: Yeah!! JAKE: God yes it is. ESPECIALLY when it comes to romance. Good grief. JOHN: i know! JOHN: the movies make it look like it's essential or something, when usually in real life it mostly seems to cause trouble. JOHN: but you can't get a good ending otherwise, unless you accomplish that and a bunch of other arbitrary criteria. JOHN: most of which we haven't accomplished ourselves, but i think we're going to get a good ending anyway. JOHN: still it can mess with your head. JOHN: real life is not like the movies, that's for sure. JAKE: Its hard to have a romance going when your life is constantly under threat by skeleton monsters. JAKE: Also your first time seeing another person in ten years and your first boyfriend happen on like the same day. JOHN: see, that's how it happens in the movies sometimes. JOHN: the main characters meet up and get together right away, and i guess you have to assume it all works out, because the movie ends. JOHN: but when you're actually doing things it is not that convenient, you have to keep going. JOHN: although i hope we're going to get a break soon. JOHN: i would be happy for the credits to close on the constant heroics and dying for a while. JAKE: Me too. JAKE: I want a nap. Without an evil spider troll waking me up. JAKE: Movies also dont tell you how tiring the whole rigmarole of adventure is. JOHN: the main characters always look great, if fashionably ruffled, and they can keep going no matter what. JOHN: but i'm kind of tired. JOHN: especially since i've lived through the same hours twice in places i think? JAKE: You and your weird time travel nonsense again huh? JOHN: i will probably be mostly retiring that, i wouldn't want to cause any more trouble. JOHN: for now it looks like everything is turning out fine on its own. JAKE: Yessir i think were on the right path now and as soon as were done here im gonna take a long nap and anyone who cares to wake me up can throw down about it even if they are a hitherto-perfectly nice troll lady. Or human lady. Or anyone else. JAKE: The suplex of slumber justice is unisex. JOHN: that's the spirit! JOHN: we will all pass out and righteously beat up any one who disturbs us. JOHN: except hopefully once we are settled somewhere a little less exposed. JOHN: if we were asleep here someone might roll off. JAKE: But we can fly? JAKE: Where would we even fall? Towards the frog since its like a planet? Or... down? Were being pulled down by gravity i guess but how can we fall down if theres just space? JAKE: Would we float in our sleep? Maybe just get sucked back to the victory platform? JOHN: that sounds like a question for jade, she's more interested in how this works. JOHN: i told her science was dumb and boring if it didn't work the way i wanted, which made her upset, but i guess i got what i wanted. JOHN: so hah. JAKE: So science works how you want now? JAKE: Are you ganking my power set young man?? JOHN: not all of science, just space and time i guess. JOHN: and all of the scientific laws i am violating with my wanton displacement of matter and energy. JOHN: what ever those laws might be. JOHN: i am not a scientist or lawyer. JOHN: or science lawyer. JAKE: You fiend. Ah well as long as you dont go abusing your power im sure nothing terrible will happen. Like you flap your windy hood and cause a hurricane down south like an errant butterfly of causality. JOHN: well, i sort of lured lord english here, but i had to to save calliope, and we had to fight him anyway, so hopefully you can let that slide. JOHN: like i said, i will be taking it easy from now on. JAKE: I hear you there. Im over here asking myself do i even want to go wandering around this wonderland of dreaminess or do i just want to curl up over in that edge of the lily pad and have a nice snooze? JAKE: You know i can nap almost anywhere. I consider it a talent. JAKE: I have fallen asleep on clear grassy hills except thats probably not a good thing because centaurs can track through at any moment and they arent too careful about where they step! JOHN: jade was like that too! JOHN: although it MIGHT have partly been a troll messing with her brain again? JOHN: trolls sure are meddlesome. JOHN: anyway, this is probably our last chance to explore the dream bubbles, so maybe hold off on the naps until later. JOHN: also, centaurs? JAKE: Centaurs! JAKE: Oh yeah did i never say my island was full of alien monsters? JAKE: Because my island was full of alien monsters. JOHN: wow, your life actually WAS like a movie. JOHN: no wonder it was tempting to see yourself as an action hero. JOHN: everyone else had such weird and dramatic childhoods. JOHN: i don't have many bragging rights but JOHN: i liked mine. JOHN: i guess i'm one of the people that actually... left something ok behind? JOHN: but that's fine! because there can be ok things in the future too. JOHN: or hopefully more than ok. JAKE: I hope so. JAKE: I mean most things would probably be better than having to keep an eye out for monsters while walking to the pantry for canned friggin beets. JAKE: Not that i couldnt handle myself but beets arent worth that much. JOHN: bluch, no. JOHN: jade kept trying to make us eat our vegetables. JOHN: it was terrible. JOHN: she doesn't even know about lunchables. JAKE: My grandma ONLY stocked veggies. JAKE: And this weird stuff called spam. JOHN: i think our jade would probably have a heart attack if she saw spam. JOHN: although she does like raw beef these days. JOHN: which is a little alarming if you see her eat it. JAKE: I think she mostly included it as a courtesy to me and also i dont think theres many other great ways to keep meat. JAKE: So i hunted! Hopefully most of those creatures were edible and i didnt give myself any weird diseases. JOHN: the rest of you were like man versus wild! JOHN: including dave and rose kind of, even though they lived in real houses. JOHN: i will have to catch up if we are in some sort of survivor situation in the new universe. JOHN: i'm not really sure how that will pan out. JAKE: Youll be fine. Well watch your back! JAKE: Dirk will probably like. Invent a house if you give him long enough. JAKE: Just stick with jane and youll be fine. Shes kind of like you in that she also had a pretty cushy upbringing if you count out the assassination attempts. JAKE: Not that i hold it against her anything. We all take our lumps as theyre given. I mean she also has a dead grand- JAKE: Wait a minute. JAKE: Did you say you were...? JAKE: *Suspicious squinting.* JOHN: what? JAKE: Janes... JAKE: Poppop? JOHN: i... guess so? JOHN: that would make sense, she was my nanna. JOHN: oh man, was i also crushed to death by a flying baby? JOHN: that would be so undignified. JAKE: But hold the damn phone!! JAKE: You were ALSO jades brother in my timeline! JAKE: So if you were siblings and youre also janes poppop... JAKE: Would that make her and i... related?? JOHN: um... JOHN: not genetically? JOHN: but i think you were adopted siblings in our world. JAKE: !! JOHN: she grew up with a brother under a wicked alien queen. JOHN: which was betty crocker! JOHN: and the troll empress. JOHN: it is all connected. JAKE: So we were always family! JAKE: Gosh shell be so surprised to find out i bet. Just over the moon. JOHN: who doesn't want more family? JAKE: Of course! Good gravy aint that just like a movie. So many of us grow up without any family to speak of and we find out we were all family all along! JAKE: Consarnit id even call that some kind of irony. JOHN: at least it's a pretty crazy coincidence. JOHN: except since skaia set it up that way it's not a coincidence at all. JAKE: The chilly wind of fate whips through our unshielded undercarriages. JAKE: Get out of there skaia that zone is closed for business! JAKE: Its not enough to be whipping round my legs its gotta go and nab my shorts too... JAKE: Well ive had the last laugh. Ive got PANTS now! AND family! HAH! JOHN: well, fate or coincidence or whatever, I'M happy about it. JOHN: and i think both pants and family are important.

#bonus content #jake english #john egbert

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wolf-with-a-pen · 3 years

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Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door Part 3

TW: Swearing, Death Mentions, Unreality

Previous, Masterpost, Next

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Enjoy Part 3!

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ISI had woken up pretty quickly, clearly shaken enough it couldn't sleep for long at all. It had a nightmare- an extremely uncommon occurrence in heaven, so it almost surprised it. Only problem was it looked like it was in the future. It hoped that wouldn't happen. It had no clue who they were, but it could tell that they were important to them, and if the dream was right it would lose them. Something it couldn't bear to think about, so it didn't. Gradually, it sat up, bringing Vanny's head onto its lap, like she used to do to it, a long time ago. Gently it ran its fingers through her hair, watching her stir slightly then lean into its touch gently. Instantly it started screaming internally from how much it missed this. Just looking at her face, pale and round, playing with her light brown hair, currently a mess from lack of caring about it, gently teasing out the knots. "God she is adorable when she's asleep, " it thought, "she looks so peaceful."

It was half an hour later that Vanny woke up and nearly cried from relief. "So, it wasn't a dream."

"No, I'm really here."

"But how, I thought you died. I watched you die."

"And that is a long story that you probably won't enjoy. "

"I don't mind sitting for it. I have nothing better to do."

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."

It was half an hour later that it finished. It took that long to overview the entire 5 years, leaving out half of it (mainly as many dangerous parts as possible that didn't matter to the story). It recounted how it had entered heaven, how it had gained its role in the hierarchy, and all of the major events that happened during that. Meeting Edward and Ansel, how it found out the place was corrupt and how they fought their way out. The entire time, Vanny was absorbed in the story, but on edge knowing that all of it happened to her partner- and that it had been in danger. When it reached the end, it could finally take a breath. “Any questions?”

"So, you're telling me that you went to heaven, gained an authority position, realised said authority was corrupt when your now-friend’s brother was killed for a small misdemeanour, so you and said friend got caught plotting to escape heaven, managed to escape and came here. And that all happened in the space of 3 months. What the fuck? I believe you ‘cause you wouldn't come up with something this big, but still, what the fuck? "

"Yeah, saying it out loud it is a bit crazy isn't it."

"A bit?! That's like saying a massive cake is just a cupcake. At least you are safe now. I'm guessing you and your friend need a place to stay."

"Yeah, just for now. Eventually we will go back to heaven, hopefully this time with an army."

"Wait, what? You're going back?"

"Not yet, but it's a case of we can't leave heaven in the state it is. From what Edward overheard, they're planning on destroying everyone."

"OK, I understand. I can't stop you from doing this, but it doesn't mean I approve. I might tag along if I'm able to, just to make sure you don't get hurt again."

"Depends on if you can see me when I take off this necklace."

"Why?"

"The necklace gives me a physical form, if I take it off you'll either see my spirit and be able to go, or not see me and have to stay behind."

"At this point I'm not surprised by anything."

"Oh, shoot, I forgot I left Edward at Dick's. I said I'd meet them back there, with you. You willing to come with me?"

"Yeah, sure, I could do with getting out of the house. Give me a chance to change first, I'm still in my pyjamas."

Isi looked down to find it was true.

"Sure."

20 minutes later and Vanny came out of her bedroom, now wearing a white long sleeve shirt, a hastily tied lilac tie (that Isi recognised as one of its) with a red short sleeved jacket. She had cuffed burgundy shorts with white boots on, half way up her calves. Her light brown hair was half tied up in a red scrunchy, and she had thrown on a red and white flower crown that Isi recognised as the one her sister gave her. "OK, I'm ready."

Isi itself had changed. Now, it was wearing a black blouse, with one of its lilac ties (the twin of the one Vanny was wearing) and black boots in the same style as Vanny's. For a change it was wearing black jeans instead of trousers-they were more practical for everyday activity. " Let's go then." Isi replied, heading towards Vanny, and gently fixing her tie. As they headed towards the door, she snaked an arm around Isi’s waist, and once they were out of the door, it did the same. Tentatively, she leaned her head on its shoulder and they ambled down the path towards the pub.

Edward meanwhile, was back at work- it was an hour after the lunch break, and thankfully there wasn't as big of a rush. Most of the people were now just sat at the bar so they could try to talk to the customers, but did not get the hang of it. The highlight was when they said "enjoy the rest of your life, however long that may be" to an unsuspecting customer, who looked scared the second they realised what they said. Edward realised what they had done a few minutes later and started panicking, but they had to pretend not to be. When they saw a familiar face walk through the door, they asked Dick for some time off. He agreed, knowing that they were going to meet up with Isi anyway, even if he didn't let them. Making their way to the back room, they speculated what Vanny would be like, planning ideas of what they would say in their head. It never worked, as shown by the entire morning of greeting customers really awkwardly, and accidentally inserting memes into the conversation. Grabbing their bags, they re-emerged from the room, to see Mast and Dick in conversation with Vanny and Isi.

Meanwhile, Isi and Vanny made their way over to the bar, Vanny remembering what the place was like and letting it sink in that she hadn't been there for at least a year. "How did I manage it?" she thought to herself. "It feels so much like home. I missed this place."

"Vanny! How are you?" Dick exclaimed upon seeing her, "I haven't seen you in at least a year!"

"I'm OK now, Isi's death hit me too hard, I rarely get out of bed anymore."

"It's good to hear that you're feeling better now."

"Well, it's all thanks to Isi's return. If it didn't come back..."

For a few moments, Dick was silent- a rare occurrence- and he nodded gently.

"I understand. But you're here now. That's all that matters."

"Thank you."

"Did I hear Vanny?" Mast shouted from out in the staff room.

"Yes, she's here."

At this Mast ran out, surprised that she was there and excited to see how she was. "Hey Vanny, how are you? Wait, Isi?!"

"Hey Mast," both of them replied in unison, surprised for a second, then bursting into laughter. "God, I missed you."

"I missed you too Vans, I missed you too."

"But aren't you dead?"

"Yes, but no. It's too long to explain again. I'm dead but here."

"Ok, I won’t ask. It's good to see you again. I think I talk for everyone when I say we missed your presence here."

"Thank you."

At this point, Mast and Dick got back to work, with Edward emerging from the staff room with all their stuff.

"Hey Isi, and this must be Vanessa, I've heard so much about you."

"Please, call me Vanny, everyone else does. And so, you must be Edward."

"Yeah, that's me."

"Cool, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

“So, I guess you’re living with us now.”

“As long as that’s fine with you, I’ll move out as soon as possible.”

“Don’t worry about it, I am fine with it. You are Isi’s friend so stay as long as you want. I am not one to refuse a friend help.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, we’d better get going so you can set up the spare room and then maybe we could have a movie night and play a board game or do something like that to get to actually know each other, since we’ll be living together.”

“Sure, I’ll get my stuff from the back.” Edward responded, turning round and heading back into the back room.

“They aren’t how I expected them to be.”

“Why? What did you think they’d be like?”

“Honestly, I thought they’d be one of those bubbly types you seem to be a magnet for, or at least an extrovert.”

“Yeah, no, they are the opposite of that. But we get on and spent a lot of time watching Earth. After their brother died, they were lonely, so I made friends with them, hoping it would cheer them up. And it did a bit. Now we are close friends, and they aren’t as lonely as they could have been.”

“What was I expecting? I guessed it would be something like that, you enjoy spending time with them?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? They are kind and quite creative, despite coming off to most people as socially awkward, it seems to only be around people they don’t know, since they are fine with me.”

“Cool. From the sounds of it, they are an OK person, I trust you on this, I will try to get to know them.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, darling.” Vanny flirtatiously teased, eliciting a large amount of blushing from Isi, forcing it to look down at its feet, before looking up to see her eyes glinting with mischief. It was then that Edward emerged from the other room, saving Isi from more. Vanny instantly snapped her head up to look at them, turning back to Isi, before whispering in its ear “They saved you this time, next time you might not be as lucky.” Turning back to Edward, she questioned if they were ready. Once she had confirmation, they all turned and left, saying goodbye to Dick and Mast before leaving.

It was half an hour later that they arrived home, mainly due to them all getting distracted by a smart cat on the way home. A pretty little thing- burnt orange with a black tabby pattern along their back, and bright yellow eyes. Little did they know they were the only ones who saw them. For this was a special cat- one that had crossed the border between life and death. And it just so happened it was owned by a particular group of friends. One from the opposite direction to Isi and Edward- hell spawn as the Guardians called them. Most just called them “demons”.

Riley, Sprite and Salami were sat in a bar, somewhere in the centre of town, but at the same time, nowhere near the angels or their cat, Spooky, who was almost like a familiar at this point. All had a drink in hand, and were conversing. Some more than others, in particular, Riley. He had spent most of the night toying with the barman, flirting near incessantly, and succeeding, from the look on the barman’s face, obviously blushing, desperately attempting to hide it. “When were we leaving again?” Sal questioned, giving the barman a break, “Cause I’m pretty sure it was 5 minutes ago.”

At this all of them looked at the clock over the bar. “Awww, I wanted to stay with this cutie longer.” Riley protested. “I mean, were only 5 minutes late, and didn’t we allow for this?”

“Mainly, because last time we were late, we had to stay in hell for a week. If you, like him that much, get his number, then we can go.”

“Fine. So, hotstuff, am I allowed to have your number?”

“Sure,” the barman replied without thinking, writing it on a napkin and sliding it over to Riley.

“Thanks cutie. Talk to you later. That’s a promise.” He teased, strutting out the door, Sprite and Sal following.

“Why are you late?”

“We got held up.” Riley confidently replied.

“He was fliting again wasn’t he?”

“Yeah,” replied Sal.

“Of course,” Sprite answered as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Thought so. I’ll let you off this time, but only this once, and even then it is only because of the mission I am about to give you. However next time you are late, I will punish you harder than you could believe possible. Follow me, we’re going back to hell, Satan wants to be there when I tell you the task.”

All were puzzled, but quickly realised how big a mission it must be if Satan himself wanted to see them. Riley was not worried at all. He never really was- he was good at missions, and he knew it. As far as he was concerned, why wouldn’t Satan go to him for a big mission? And that had always been one of his downfalls, but as of yet it hadn’t really mattered or made a difference. Before they knew it, they were back in Hell. It was kind of similar to Earth, but with a slight red tint that eventually became almost unnoticeable. Most of the demons lived in small civilisations, free to do whatever they wanted with no repercussions, with a few of the worst being in the fire pits to at least get to a manageable level of chaos. Not that it was hard- as long as you didn’t go around constantly annoying the elders, you could do whatever. However, there was one place off limits, and even if it wasn’t everyone would avoid it- the tall dark red spire in the centre of hell, that could be seen from almost anywhere, also known as Satan’s castle. Everyone feared him. Generally, because he was one of the few that could vaporise everyone with one wave of his hand. However, this time, the trio were allowed in.

The inside was as intimidating as the outside, dark red, and massive, as well as full of candles for some reason, that illuminated it just enough, but left it spooky. Unfortunately, Satan’s place was never updated with a lift. Satan’s meeting room, was on the top floor. The staircase was a floating one with massive gaps between each step. It was torture for most people, trying to get all the way to the top, while at the same time avoiding all of the gaps you could fall through. It was a painful 10 minutes, but they made it eventually, to Satan’s lair. Cosy wasn’t the word you’d think of when thinking of where Satan would live, but it was just that. Spacious, cosy and pretty comfortable looking to live in. Satan was sat at the end of a long table to the right, and upon seeing the three exclaimed “Welcome, please do sit down, then we can start the meeting. It is nice to finally meet all of you, after all this time of sending you on quests. It is especially nice to meet you Sprite, considering you are only one of 10 hybrids.”

“Thank you, Sir,” they all replied. Knowing it was best to do what he said, all of them sat down, Sprite and Salami on one side, and Riley on the other.

“So, what do you know about the angels?” Satan inquired.

“Corrupt and evil?”

“Yes, but no. We call them that so you distrust all angels in case any of them are Guardians, because it is the guardians that are corrupt, mainly due to being trapped as part of a hive mind, with no soul and no choice but to do what the elder says. The rest of the citizens are just victims of their ideologies and beliefs. Most are scared into believing what they say.”

“What about god? Aren’t they in control?”

“No. God disappeared long ago, leaving an elders in charge of heaven. Unfortunately, said elder had mind control powers and managed to convince people to allow them to be in control. What they didn’t know is that when they control you, you lose your soul. This created the Guardians, who are a terror, and threaten the balance of control.”

“May I ask why we need to know this?”

“It is for your mission. Recently I have heard about 2 angels who have fled heaven to Earth. We do not know where they are. One has apparently been plotting treason, and the other is their accomplice, for escaping and their plans. The accomplice was one of the border guards, not a guardian, but in a position of power and likely brainwashed into believing it was doing good. Both have been outlawed, and will be made either guardians or fallens if the guardians find them. If they are made Guardians, it is game over. I might be able to convince the Elder to make them fallens, that way they don’t have to stay in heaven, but we need to make sure they are not found by the angels, and that we can recruit them to us. That is why I have called you here. I would like you to find and monitor them, make sure they stay safe, and convince them to come to see me. I would like to meet them and see if we can help them or they can help us. Your mission starts today. There is no time limit on this one, but the quicker you find them, the better.”

“Ok Sir,” they all replied.

“Also, don’t make contact until you have found them and told me, unless you need to in order to confirm it is them. I have photos and equipment in the back room, I’ll go get it quickly.” At this Satan got up and left through a door somewhere off to the right.

“Well, this is intriguing, it should be easy to find them. From what I remember, they aren’t allowed to leave heaven after they have got there, so they won’t be used to being out in public and keeping their identities secret. Let’s start in Coventry and work through England, before going to other countries.” Riley announced, taking charge.

“Sure, I know the south of Coventry well, so I’ll look there.”

“I’ll check the North.”

“So, that leaves me the centre of town. I’ll look around there and all of the bars and pubs.”

All of them knew he would try to pick up everyone possible, and spend almost all of his time in the pubs.

“So that’s settled.”

At this point, Satan strode back in, carrying three backpacks. “Glad to know you have a plan. Each of you take a bag. They all contain spirit detectors and all sorts of different locators you can try. Also, there is a special collar for Spooky with a small camera that is set off when it senses any dead, I recommend you use it because they can cover a lot of ground. In the pocket on the front, there is the photos.” Satan explained, handing out the bags, and watching as they pulled out the photos. Pointing to Isi’s picture he continued, “This one is called Isi Danes, it died at 21 and has a girlfriend, called Vanessa Williams, who lives in Coventry. That’s why I chose you, I know that they were likely to go there in order to have a place to live and people they knew around them, and you know the area better than all of the other demons thanks to the large amount of time you have spent there over the years.” He moved his finger to hover over Edward’s image. “This is Edward. As far as I am aware they have no known living associates, with their brother being converted to a Guardian for crossing the border for a few seconds, and most of the rest of their family disowning them. The only one we know that they know, and could be with is Isi and Vanessa, so if you find one, you will find both.

“Isn’t it a bit cruel to punish someone for just a few seconds over the border?”

“Yes, that is due to them being corrupt. It is essentially a dictatorship- if anyone even slightly steps out of line then they lose their soul. Probably why they escaped from it. Now then, go and find them for me. Use the communicator in the pocket the photos were in to communicate with me without coming to hell every time.”

“Thank you Sir.” They all said, packing everything up and leaving the way they entered. Before they left, Riley hung back a second. “We will find them for you,” He promised, before turning and leaving. On the way downstairs, he spent ages talking constantly about how Edward didn’t look all that bad and how he would take them for himself. The others just sighed, used to it.

#Knockin' On Heaven's Door #Original Content #TW swearing #TW death mentions #TW Unreality

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magic-magpie · 6 years

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Can I Kiss You?

My previous fic was a smut. This is literally the most innocent form of fluff. That contrast tho. I wanted to write a lil’ drabble. Ended up being a bit more than a drabble, but oh well. It’s only a bit more. I have an inability to write actual drabbles. UsUk, and incredibly fluffy. Also, I will admit, I’m not 100% sure how kissing works. Never kissed a person, and probably never will. I researched it, but the majority of the articles were about french kissing, and I wanted the soft kind of closed mouth thing. I found one article and just went with it. It seemed accurate. Hope you like it! It’s 4:55 AM over here and I should be getting to sleep ‘cause I’m going places tomorrow. And by that I mean literal places. I’m not succeeding anything tomorrow, except maybe being more of a loser than I already am.

Word Count - 2,057

“Can I kiss you?”

They were lounging on Arthur’s bed, two sixteen-year-olds three months into their relationship. Alfred was wearing a baggy Marvel hoodie with more crinkles than a McCoy’s crisp, and Arthur’s shirt was just something he’d pulled out of his cupboard last-minute whilst still drowsy with sleep. They’d stopped feeling the need to impress the other with an impeccable appearance ages ago – they weren’t dating each other for their designer clothes and neatly-brushed hair.

“What?” Arthur said, startled. Alfred was blushing heavily, fiddling with his slightly-long sleeves.

“Can I... kiss you?”

So Arthur hadn’t been imagining things.

Alfred really did want to... kiss him.

Kiss him.

Kiss.

Arthur felt himself heat up and started playing with his fingers in his lap, bending them back and forth as he went over this new development. Alfred wanted to kiss him. As in, put their lips together. As in, get closer than he’d ever gotten with another human being.

“I – I mean, you don’t – don’t have to!” Alfred added hastily, holding his palms up as if to reassure Arthur. “I just thought, well... I dunno, I just kinda... wanted to, y’know?”

Arthur’s gaze shot up to Alfred, disliking the apologetic smile and slightly disheartened blue eyes. He quickly said, “Oh, I do want to! It’s just...” he put his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly, green eyes darting away, “I haven’t... kissed anybody. Ever.”

He glanced at Alfred to gauge his reaction (if he had the gall to laugh Arthur would have his guts for garters), and saw that, more than anything, Alfred looked relieved. And he did laugh, but it wasn’t one of mockery.

“Cool, neither have I!”

“What, you haven’t?” Arthur exclaimed, honestly surprised. “But you told me you were popular in America!”

“I’m popular over here too, in case you forgot,” Alfred huffed, “and being popular doesn’t equal loads of kissing, y’know.”

“I thought all you popular kids always got a bit of action! Well, sometimes more than a bit, if my school was anything to go by,” Arthur mused. The biggest scandal had been when one bloke had gotten two girls pregnant after having sex with the both of them on different areas of school property – and that was only one of the many stories he’d heard about the popular kids. Really, you couldn’t blame Arthur for assuming that it was the same everywhere else.

“What kind of messed up school did you go to?”

“Word of advice – don’t send your kids to Greenfield High.”

“Well, it can’t be that bad. You came out pretty good,” Alfred said, giving Arthur a playful nudge. Arthur smiled – Alfred’s compliments were always so sweet and pure.

“Well, I mean, I did hit somebody with a chair once.”

“You what?” Alfred exclaimed, wide-eyed and mouth agape. Arthur laughed.

“He was talking shit about my family, so I picked up my chair and swung it at him.” He saw Alfred wince. “I think I knocked the bloke out... got suspended, like.”

“Ouch... kinda feel sorry for him.”

“He made fun of my family. He can go rot in Hell for all I care.”

“True. I mean, your family’s so nice! Your mom makes Shepherd’s Pie every time I come over!” Alfred said. “And she said she’d teach me how to play poker! I’ve always wanted to learn how to play poker...”

“You’d be terrible at it, I’m afraid. Your poker face is the worst I’ve seen, and I’ve seen seven-year-olds’ attempts,” Arthur said, causing Alfred to huff.

“I can do a good poker face! Watch.” He sat up on his knees and pulled a serious expression, eyes staring right into Arthur’s. Arthur merely sat with an eyebrow raised and an expectant smile and waited... waited... any second now...

“Oh that’s not fair, you were putting me off!”

And there it was.

His lips which he’d been working so hard to keep in a straight line had formed a reluctant grin and he threw a pillow at Arthur, making him only laugh harder and throw the pillow back in his face. It turned into an all-out pillow fight, tumbling off the bed and crashing into furniture as they tried to one-up the other.

“Oi, I’m taking twenty pounds from your box.”

Alfred was currently straddling Arthur whilst holding a pillow mid-swing, and their heads simultaneously snapped up to see Arthur’s eldest brother, Allistair, messing around with Arthur’s money box. The redhead raised an eyebrow at them, but merely said, “Thanks, mate.”

“Hah, why’re you so red?” Alfred remarked once Allistair had left, climbing off of Arthur and smoothing out his un-ironed hoodie as much as his hands could.

“It may not have occurred to you that Allistair might not have seen the pillow, and only saw our, well, compromising position,” Arthur hissed. Alfred cocked his head, looking like a lost puppy.

“What was so compromising about it?” He asked. Honestly, this boy.

“Think about it. What do partners tend to do in bedrooms?”

Alfred still looked confused, and Arthur was just about to sigh exasperatedly and open his mouth when a look of comprehension dawned on his face, and he too went pink.

“B – but we haven’t even kissed!” He spluttered.

“He doesn’t know that, does he?” Arthur groaned as he stood up. “Let’s just hope that he saw the pillow. You don’t have a brother – you have no idea about the amount of teasing I’m in for if he didn’t.”

Alfred shrugged. “I have a Mattie, and that’s pretty much the same thing.”

They sat back down on the bed, Arthur with his back to the headboard and Alfred lounging on Arthur’s massive cushion. They fell into a comfortable silence, Alfred frequently interrupting Arthur’s writing to show him a meme or a cute dog or some such thing. It was times like these that Arthur cherished; as much as he loved going on outings with his sunny boyfriend, he found the relaxed dates at home to be, weirdly enough, much more fun. Fighting for the Doritos and dip, sharing a blanket and providing their own commentary for the cheesy romantic flicks, vying for the victory in Mario Kart – it was all just wonderful with Alfred.

Arthur let his gaze wander over to his boyfriend, drinking in the sight of him. His socks were mismatched, one black with stripes and the other bright neon green, and the cuffs of his worn jeans were turned up at the bottom. They were Alfred’s favourite pair, even if they were a bit long. His hoodie was also too big for him, but the baggy look suited him. It suited his soft blond hair, falling just short of his left eye with one unruly strand standing up straight. It suited his baby blue eyes which looked at the world with inquisitiveness and questioned everything that was. It suited Alfred; who hadn’t become disillusioned by all the problems of society, but instead saw them and vowed to make the world fit his optimistic ideals; whose form of icebreaker was to ask Arthur if he preferred fluffy socks or slippers; who had shyly passed Arthur a note in Chemistry telling him that he liked him; who was honestly just the sweetest person Arthur had ever met. He was the stars to Arthur’s night sky – beauty and light and brilliance.

“Ohmigod Artie, you have got to see this!”

Alfred pulled Arthur out of his reverie as he leant over to show him a video that left the both of them giggling something chronic. Amidst laughter, Arthur looked at Alfred, committing the sight and sound of him smiling and full-on laughing to memory, because although he was lucky enough to be no stranger to Alfred’s intoxicating, obnoxious laugh, he still valued each and every single one. They were all reminders that Alfred was happy and content.

As Alfred made to sit back in his position, Arthur suddenly took hold of his wrist. Confused, Alfred looked up at him. Arthur let go of his wrist, instead interlocking their fingers. He smiled, if a little nervously.

“We... we never did get round to kissing, did we?”

Alfred’s mouth formed a little ‘o’, and he went a little pink, eyes darting between making eye contact with Arthur and inspecting his mismatched socks.

“Do you still want to?” He asked, and Arthur nodded. Of course he wanted to. Alfred may have only been in his life for seven months, and been his boyfriend for only three of those, but he felt an incredibly strong connection there. What he felt... he didn’t know what it was, but he knew that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. And he didn’t want it to. He enjoyed being in a relationship with Alfred. Is it odd to want this for... for the rest of my life?

Alfred grinned shyly, and pulled himself up onto his knees. Arthur did the same, anticipation building up inside him. We’re doing this. We’re really doing this.

“So, ahah...” Alfred bit his lip (had his lips always looked so beautiful?), “how are we doing this?”

“Don’t we just, well, put our lips together?” Arthur replied. The most he knew about kissing was from books and movies, and those weren’t very reliable at all.

“I mean, I guess?” Alfred said, a little shy smile on his lips. Arthur found himself bringing up a hand to brush his thumb across them softly.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he said, voice becoming quieter, loud enough only for Alfred to hear.

Heart pounding, he slowly, ever so slowly, leant forward, eyelashes fluttering shut. This was it, they were actually going to kiss, they –

“Ah!”

They’d bumped noses, and Arthur opened his eyes, surprised. Alfred, meanwhile, was going cross-eyed looking at his own nose, poking it.

“Noses are annoying,” he remarked, and Arthur gave a little laugh. Honestly, trust Alfred to do such a thing. It was all these little stupid things that made him even more endearing. Alfred laughed in a bit of an embarrassed manner too, then turned his attention back to Arthur.

This time, when Arthur leant in and closed his eyes, he tilted his head to the right, hoping that Alfred would go the opposite way. Judging by the lack of nose-bumps, he did, and now Arthur’s heart was racing a mile a minute as he sensed Alfred’s lips getting closer, and closer, and –

Arthur’s lips were on Alfred’s and he could’ve sworn sparks flew. His lips were slightly rough, but Arthur didn’t care. They were Alfred, and that was all Arthur wanted. They pressed softly, hesitantly against his, and Arthur did the same, glorying in the feel of Alfred’s lips against his. Alfred tasted of chocolate and Coca-Cola, and Arthur loved it. This was a sensation he could quickly become addicted to.

Breathing heavily, not believing how wonderful that had been, Arthur pulled back so their foreheads were touching, green eyes gazing into beautiful blue. Energy coursed through him; if Alfred was his bright star, then that must have been what starlight felt like. It spread from his lips to his chest to the tips of his fingers, wonderfully intoxicating.

“Did you like it?” Arthur asked, hoping against hope that he had. Alfred smiled, a little flushed. His hand found Arthur’s and he stroked it with his thumb.

“It was... awesome,” he replied, and leant in to brush his lips against Arthur’s, sending another surge of happiness through him. “We should’ve seriously done that sooner.”

“Good point – we’ve been missing out on quite a lot.”

Alfred’s arms were suddenly wrapped around him in a tight hug, causing Arthur to lose his balance and topple backwards into the mattress, Alfred laying next to him.

“I’m...” He looked slightly embarrassed, as if he was struggling to find the right words, but Arthur waited for him to finish. “I’m really glad you’re my boyfriend, Artie.”

He had a stupid, dorky grin on his face, even as he went a little red. “I mean, I don’t think I could’ve done that with anyone else. I’m glad it was with you.”

Arthur couldn’t help the equally stupid and dorky grin that arose on his face. How could he, when every second he spent with Alfred was another second he fell further into his feelings, and Alfred was doing absolutely nothing to hinder the process.

“Here’s to many more, Alfred.”

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lookuptheskyisfalling-blog · 6 years

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rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 accounts you want to know better

All right let’s do this!

Nickname(s): Mags, Magster, Magnet, ... I think that’s it

Gender: Female

Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5’6” / 66 inches / 167.7 cm

Time: 9:37 pm

Favorite Bands: My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, 3OH!3, Panic! at the Disco, Bleachers, The Killers, Hey Violet... I’m sure there are some I forgot

Favorite Solo Artists: Andy Black, NeverShoutNever, Hayley Kiyoko, Charlie Puth...

Song Stuck in my Head: Ugly Boy by Die Antwoord

Last Movie I Saw: Thor Ragnarok because I enjoyed it so much that I actually bought a copy ( ok so I copied this from @fullofbees planning to fill in my own answer but this is what they wrote and I’m in the same boat bc I also love Thor Ragnarok so much that I bought it and it’s the last movie I watched

Last Show I Watched: New Girl

When Did I Create My Blog: Unsure because I randomly did one drunken night in college but I only started using/ became active it like 5 months ago

What Do I Post: SMUT! Yeah lots of smut and more smut. But really lots of marvel reader inserts and supernatural and also star wars. Also sometimes just some random dank memes and drunken rants. Also way into stranger things.

Last Thing I Googled: Can a bee sting another bee?

Do I Have Any Other Blogs: Nope

Do I Get Asks: I’ve only ever gotten one and I was drunk but it made my night!

My URL:

Following: 319

Followers: 54

Avg. Hours Of Sleep: On average 8 but it can fluctuate wildly - also sometimes insomnia happens and I dont sleep/

Lucky Number: 8

Instruments: Bass!

What Am I Wearing: Bucky infinity war tee and pajama shorts

Dream Job: Wow this is hard for me to answer. I’m in major transition right now having just dropped out of grad school and being really depressed but I think my dream job would be to make historically accurate costumes for movies and stuff (also I can’t sew)

Dream Trip: I really want to go to Barcelona, Spain but also I want to go to Jordan. Also Tokyo, Japan is on my bucket list.

Favorite Food: Cake! Also sushi and handmade pasta is pretty great

Nationality: America, specifically from Maryland!

Favorite Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day was the first song I ever really fell in love with and it spoke to me

Last Book I Read: Cinder by Marissa Meyer

Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Join: Marvel Cinematic Universe so I could fulfill my dream of being in a Stucky sandwich, Supernatural because the Winchesters duh, and star wars because i think it would be cool.

So I’m not gonna tag twenty but here goes nothing: @celestialsoundgarden @i-write-and-stuff @fadingcoast @221bshrlocked

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thnks-fr-th-mngs · 7 years

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run me over

welp. it’s finally here. the last real part of run me over. if an epilogue is desired i suppose i can write one, since i do end off sort of ambiguously... i hope im using the word right, english is hard when it isnt your first language

Part One: thump

Part Two: melt

Part Three: do you even meme?

Part Four: laugh

Part Five: fall

Part Six: don’t even think it...

Part Seven: twist

Part Eight: tangle

Slight NSFW: no smut, but it gets a little hot at the end...

Time. There was time for everything, theoretically speaking. Felix never thought, however, that he’d have time to figure out that he was slowly falling for a guy he could consider to be one of the best friends he ever had. They hung out normally for the past two months. Felix did whatever he could to make Sean happy. If there was something he saw that Sean liked and he could get it without it looking too weird, he did exactly that.

For example, a month ago, Sean and Felix were playing video games on both their days off. When Sean mentioned loving the music to the game and wishing he could find the soundtrack in vinyl, Felix had it delivered to his house and called Sean to come take a listen to it. When Sean fell in love with the sound, Felix couldn’t resist giving it away to the green haired boy, claiming he could just get another for himself. He didn’t.

Last week, it had started getting incredibly cold in the city, and Sean forgot to bring a coat with him when he went to hang out with the Swede. Felix loved seeing the goosebumps on his arms, but didn’t like that they were there because of the cold. So, when Sean left for the night, Felix handed him his coat, which probably wasn’t good for his own sanity. Because to see a smaller man he wished he could kiss the fuck out of in his own clothes – even if it was just a jacket – was incredibly frustrating. Sean never made a motion to return the coat, which made Felix think extra hard on the situation.

Girls didn’t return sweaters or shirts either, if they could help it. It was something Felix himself loved seeing, especially with his ex-girlfriend. And now with Sean… he was still trying to figure out if this would be a thing where he just wanted a good dose of sex or he was actually getting emotionally attached to the guy. He hoped it was just the former. Because if the latter was the case, then he was screwed.

Not to say that they acted straight together in any capacity. Definitely not. In fact, last week, the same day Felix had given away his coat, Sean basically sat in Felix’s lap, almost unironically. They were hanging out with a few other friends whom Felix decided to introduce the Irishman to, and Sean had almost never left his side. In fact, when PJ held up a piece of paper where he drew mistletoe, Sean had basically flipped over and near straddled Felix, running hands through the Swede’s hair and pretended to furiously make out with him. All Felix could do was yell out a cry of, “Jesus!” and leave one hand on Sean’s back and the other trying to grab his waist but it ended up brushing up Sean’s thigh instead.

And that was only one night. When Felix’s assistant, Brad, took a picture of Sean to mess around with his photography skills and Felix saw it, he made a joke saying, “I’d fuck that guy in the ass.” Felix had no idea Sean was secretly screaming on the inside but played it off by replying with a very cheeky, “You have already.” Of course, it was a lie. Felix hadn’t fucked Sean in the ass. But both were secretly dreaming of the complete animal lust in them to commit that very act. Both acting so mocking gay with each other, that they were convinced the other was actually straight.

PJ was, needless to say, absolutely loving the tension between the two. And of course, he added to it whenever he could. Such as… daring Sean to do an Irish dance and then sing to Felix. And when he lost a bet, having Sean be Felix’s personal slave for an hour – which was something that PJ knew Felix loved doing, ordering people around, especially people he was attracted to. He didn’t know that Sean really liked it too.

“You have to stop doing that,” Sean begged PJ over text later. “I don’t know how much more I can take of you taking advantage of how I feel about him.” Sean was having one of those day’s where not even music could take his mind off of Fe. Every thought hurt to imagine and think of. Physical pains panged in his chest and vibrated through his stomach. It was torture to go through. He didn’t regret feeling this way since he first lay eyes on Fe, but he regretted that it was – in his mind – completely one-sided.

“You have to tell him at least that you’re gay,” PJ advised.

“I can’t!” Sean argued. “It’d get so awkward and he probably wouldn’t want to hang out like we do. I can’t be without him Peej, I know I can’t do that. That’d ruin me.” Sean almost wanted to cry at the thought of not having Fe, his Fe, in his life anymore. That kind of pain would be a whole different thing altogether. It’d be numbing and destructive. Sean wouldn’t find the courage to get up in the morning. What would be the point if the one thing that made him happy didn’t want to be around him anymore?

“Look can you trust me on this?” PJ pleaded. “I know it’s probably going to be the most difficult thing you’ve done. I realize that, but you can’t… you can’t hide it either. Don’t you think he deserves to know who you are?” Sean stared at the screen. PJ did have a point. There was a certain level of honesty that had to come with being really close friends with someone. After all, he didn’t have to tell Fe that he was in love with him. All he had to do was admit his own sexuality… and face the idea of losing the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Felix and Sean had met up again, this time for a chill one on one time to watch a horror movie. Felix had initially invited PJ, but at the last minute, he canceled. Something Felix didn’t appreciate. But Sean knew why. The night initially had been going well. They hung out like friends normally would. But each of them were thinking their crude little thoughts.

God, he’s so cute when he’s excited, Felix thought when Edgar gave Sean a kiss when Sean puckered up.

If he spoke just one more time in Swedish I’d probably drown, Sean thought when he asked how to say ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ in Swedish.

The things I’d make you do with your mouth, Felix fantasized when Sean smiled and took a sip of water.

You look at me like you’re thinking so hard. What are you thinking about, Fe… Sean noticed the amount of time Felix’s eyes stayed focused on him when he was doing small tasks. Swallowing the spoon of ice cream, taking a sip of water, petting Edgar, anything and everything.

“Question,” Sean said trying to distract himself from the feeling of wanting to lean on Felix. “Remember when you said you play guitar? Can you play for me now?” Felix looked at Sean briefly before nodding.

“Yeah, I can play you something,” Felix said getting up. “Come and pick a guitar.” Felix had three guitars. Two of them electric, one acoustic. Depending on which guitar Sean picked was which song Felix would play for him. Sean was excited beyond belief. This would probably make him love Felix even more – if that was even possible at this point – and that would make it so much harder to tell him what he had in mind to tell him.

They walked into Felix’s home office, which had the three guitars hanging nicely on the wall. A red one, a blue one, and a dark finished one.

“That one’s a beauty,” Sean said pointing at the acoustic one with the dark finish. Felix smiled. It wasn’t his favorite guitar, but he loved that his Little Potatoe recognized how beautiful it was. He went to the rack and took it down. He sat on the floor in the middle of the office attempting to tune the guitar by ear. Sean sat across from him. Now to pick a song…

“Fair warning I suck at singing,” Felix laughed deciding on Oh! Darling.

“I don’t mind,” Sean said already drinking in the sight of Fe handling the instrument. Your pupils increase in size when you look at someone you like. If Sean could see his own pupils, he guessed they’d probably the size of the moon.

“Okay then,” Felix strummed the strings to get the final test as to the tuning. He was satisfied. “So here’s Wonderwall,” He joked before he started playing and sort of mumbling through lyrics. He didn’t look at Sean so often, but when he did, he saw a huge smile on his face. It gave Felix the satisfaction to play through.

Sean paid rapt attention but the back of his mind imagined a little scene. He imagined a couple of kids running around the house. A girl, a boy, and a dog – not Edgar, thought he loved the little guy. He imagined that when the kids were old enough they’d ask their parents about their song. And Sean with eyes and heart still so full of love and nostalgia would look at Felix when he answered, “The Beatles gave me the courage to come out to Papa.” Felix would smile sheepishly and chuckle as he sat with the kids.

One thing was for sure. Sean had to say it. No building up to it, he’d probably lose his nerve if he tried to do that. He had to just tell Felix straight up. So as Felix finished up the bit of the song he was doing, Sean tugged at the carpet of the room and looked shyly at the Scandinavian. Felix trailed of when he saw Sean’s eyes looking at him the way they were. He wanted to kiss him. Make him blush. Tell him how much he wanted him, which right now, was escalating exponentially. There was a moments silence before Sean broke it with a shattering statement.

“I'm gay,” he said quickly. Felix looked at Sean blankly, almost not believing what he heard. He blinked before Sean continued. “Look I know this might change our friendship, I get it, it gets awkward, especially since… anyway, I understand if you don’t want to hang out anymore but I had to tell you. You deserve to know that and friends should be honest with each other an-”

“I'm bi,” Felix interrupted before laughing. It felt good to say to Sean. After all, he had only realized this because of him to begin with. Honesty was important. Sean had widened his eyes at the information that hit him like a semi-truck. The two were so surprised that the other wasn’t straight. But both were taking it differently. While Felix was laughing so hard he almost couldn’t breathe, Sean was looking mesmerized and the blonde man across him and ecstatic at the fact that perhaps one day he could elicit at least a one-night stand from him.

“Bi?” Sean finally whimpered. Felix nodded, his laughter ebbing away.

“Yeah,” he said. “I only found out a couple months ago though.” He wasn’t going to be shy about admitting it. At this point he saw that if the situation were right, he could have Sean. Maybe is Sean was having a bad day, or they were a little tipsy, or if Sean were into dressing up and wore his clothes again…

“W-what made you realize?” Sean looked shyly at Felix now.

“Why you wanna know?” Felix raised an eyebrow and smirked. Maybe that day would come sooner than he thought.

“I just…”

“Say why.” Felix ordered. He looked at Sean incredibly lustfully, not even trying to hide it anymore. The guitar had been set aside out of the way by now. Sean gulped. He didn’t want to say. That would ruin everything. Yes, Felix may be bi, but to admit to having been in love with him since the beginning, that was a game changer even bigger than admitting he was gay was. This was the Hail Mary of all Hail Mary’s. it could make or break the game. Felix put his elblows on his knees and leaned forward.

“I gave you an order. Don’t disobey it.” Sean shivered. He very much liked Felix doing that. He had a huge urge to say ‘I’m sorry, Daddy,’ in response. Instead he whimpered again and responded weakly.

“I love you,” he said looking directly into the blond’s blue eyes. That itself was all Felix needed to hear before leaning over the rest of the way and kissing the green haired boy. Sean immediately kissed back and was both hyperaware and melted against Felix as much as he could. This… this had been everything Sean had wanted his whole life. For one amazing man to love and at least like him back enough to do this. A man who drove him insane with all the chemicals running around his brain just by thinking about them.

Sean moved automatically, wanting to get as close to Fe as possible. He straddle the Swede, bringing himself as close he could to him. Felix grabbed Sean’s hips and gripped them tightly. Sean’s fingers tangled themselves in Felix’s hair. The tugging was enough to make Felix want to pounce on him already. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled away from Sean and pushed him down onto his back on the floor. His lips slightly w=swollen from the kissing.

“You really have been trying my patience the past two months, baby boy,” Felix growled leaning over Sean who’s eyes looked wild with desire. Felix nipped at the Irishman’s neck. Sean couldn’t hold back gasps and the attempt to grind his hips upward.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been,” Felix said between bites and kisses. “Thinking I wasn’t ever going to be able to have my way with you, especially when you were wearing my jacket the other day. I wanted to take you in the hall right then and there.” Sean had started whimpering again. Felix’s words and touches basically ruining him.

“Have you anything to say for yourself, baby boy?” Felix said this roughly, almost a menacing growl. Sean did nothing but shiver uncontrollably.

“I'm sorry, Daddy,” He answered breathily. Felix smirked when Sen called him daddy. The way things were going, Felix definitely wouldn’t want this to be a one time thing. He was definitely going to want something permanent. And although he may not love Sean yet, he definitely knew that he could. Felix kissed Sean on the lips again. This was going to be good…

#Who wants an epilogue?#i mean i might do one like a six months later thing #but this is the official end of the whole thing #i really liked writing this!#granted i sucked at coming up with faster updates #thanks to you babes for being patient about the whole thing #i know it was a lot of waiting for it #jelix #jelix fic #fic #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #jelix fan fiction #run me over #septicpie #septicpie fan fiction #little fic

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goneshe · 6 years

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Five times kissed - misguidcdghosts for Audrey. Even tho we haven’t actually done anything with them yet 😂😂 but we’ve discussed and rlly it’s everything SO

five times kissed // accepting // @misguidcdghosts (for audrey)

one: scream!au

“oh my gosh, it’s you.”

at first, audrey wanted to sigh. having people from in and out of town come in here and exclaim something like ‘it’s you!’ when they saw her behind the counter had gotten really old, really fast. in fact, it was tiring her out and pissing her off. she was sick of getting treated like a damn zoo exhibit just because she survived two murder sprees.

she really wanted to put piper and kieran (they’re both dead, those movies are over, roll the credits and leave the freakin’ theatre!) behind her and she couldn’t do that when—

“you’re the one didi writes poetry about.”

—wait, what?

the tiny indian girl - audrey estimated her age to be around fourteen - had a toothy smile that could rival the sun and big, brown eyes. the red haired girl next to her, all blue eyes, freckles and scrapes on her arms, rolled her eyes: “sorry about madhavi. ever since her older sister broke up with her boyfriend and it didn’t work out with a family friend, she’s obsessed with playing match-maker.”

it was a slow day and so far, those two had been one of the few costumers of the day so audrey could indulge them. for once.

“don’t worry,” madhavi beamed at her, “she likes your butt and your fancy hair. i’ve read it in her diary!”

that was, apparently, the redhead’s cue to tightly grasp her friend’s hand in hers and swipe the tickets off the counter with her other hand: “oookaaaay, that’s about it! we’re just here to see descendants two, madhu, not to start a dating service! c’mon, let’s go!”

“but georgette!” madhu whined while her friend dragged her away from the counter. “georgie!”

audrey chuckled to herself when she heard the redhead - georgie - huff: “lilo and stitch, really?” and called after them, just in case they didn’t know or forgot: “it’s the first door on your left!”

georgette was the one who called back while madhu sulked: “thank you!”

one hour later, the door chimed again. audrey briefly looked up from refilling the popcorn machine before continuing with the task at hand while her blue eyes occasionally flitted from the popcorn machine and the huge bag in her hand to the girl.

the girl that walked in was, without a doubt, madhu’s older sister. she had the same brown eyes, warm like her favorite quilt, except audrey had seen a penchant for mischief in madhu’s eyes earlier and there was none of that to be found in the eyes of the kid’s sister.

audrey’s heart lurched painfully as she thought of rachel and gina. one dead, the other out of her life completely.

(while she understood where gina’s fear and the way she reacted to that fear came from, she’d been tired of constantly having to justify why she spent time with emma and brooke. so they had broken up a few months ago, which was…something gina hadn’t expected.)

what if the same thing happened to other girls she would ever date? what if things wouldn’t work out?what if they, too, would die because of her? fuck, those thoughts made her sick to her stomach.

the girl had moved to sit down on the nearest chair, effectively snapping audrey out of her thoughts. the girl had been looking at her, concern written all over her face. audrey stopped filling up the popcorn machine and promptly hauled the huge bag back towards the storage room.

“you’re early, the movie’s done in about fifteen minutes.”

it’s not at all what audrey wanted to say when she came back to the counter but she couldn’t stand the silence. the girl didn’t seem to have that problem, up until audrey spoke, she’d been softly singing along to dua lipa’s thinking about you.

brown eyes met blue and the girl blushed but flashed audrey a warm smile nevertheless.

“well yeah,” said the girl, “that’s true but i’d rather be too early than too late anyway.”

the last time she flirted with someone during work was the time haley stayed behind when she worked the graveyard shift and then haley decided to pull a prank on her and because of that haley’s idiot of an accomplice got stabbed, audrey knew, but was it too late to quip about how she also knew that the slender fingers that were currently tapping along to the beat of a new song also wrote poetry?

“i’ve got a thing for you.”

audrey’s head snapped back towards her so fast it was a miracle she didn’t get a whiplash.

a million things ran through audrey’s head ranging from a flirty that’s forward of you to a surprised wow and okay and somehow none of these things made it past the lump in her throat.

“in, uh, the literal sense of the word,” added the girl quietly as she got up and walked towards the counter. oh. with a strangely deflated feeling in her chest, audrey briefly glanced away while the girl rummaged through the pockets of her jacket and fished out a small envelope.

she slid it over the counter. their hands briefly touched. audrey took the small envelope, which brought a grin back to her face. “that’s adorable.” she tucked the envelope into the pocket of her jeans and tried to ignore how much her heart hammered in her chest from just that simple touch.

“i try,” chuckled the girl as audrey willed herself to look into her eyes instead of at her lips. “i hope you’ll like it.”

audrey was going to say something else but the door chimed once more and other costumers came in while the door on the far left opened and a lot of parents, older siblings and kids made their way towards the door.

“is your name didi, by any chance?” audrey asked quickly because ever since she met her kid sister, the question’s been eating at her.

“no,” the girl grinned now, all teeth and gentle eyes filled with mirth. “it’s mohini, but mo is the nickname most people know me by. didi means older sister in hindi.”

and that was as far as their conversation went: audrey had to help the other costumers and mo saw georgie and madhu in the crowd and quickly waved them over, asking them if they had fun. georgie nodded: “evie was so pretty!” madhu was quick to agree, “so was uma!”

mo glanced at a very busy audrey for the last time and then steered the two girls towards the door.

later, when audrey came home, half exhausted but also exhilarated, she changed out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. the tiny envelope had fallen to the floor and audrey picked it up. her mouth was dry when she opened it and her fingers shook.

she walks, draped in moonlight, with the kind of grace i could never possess.eyes as blue as the sea and skies combined, i must confess, keep me up at night.her smile shines just as bright as the sun. yet her name, i know it not.

there’s a lot of things that i don’t know about you and there are plenty that i want to ask, should we ever meet again, but until that moment, i’ve written a list for you about the things you may want to know about me:

1) as stated before, i’m mohini banerjee. most, if not all, people call me mo.2) i really do want to get to know you better.3) i think that you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.4) this is my number, call me if you’re interested. or if you need a friend and just want to hang out. i swear, i won’t send you any cat memes either way.5) i’m in a band and i’m the bassist.6) i can’t draw smileys. i can’t draw at all, actually.7) i’m sorry, i got distracted by the mere thought of you and the way you make sarcasm seem like art; this poem started off strong but ended up all over the place :P

before she fell asleep, audrey saw that the poem was signed and sealed with a kiss.

come morning, however, audrey would wake up to a text from an unknown number: how cute, says the first one, maybe i should cut off her fingers one by one, says the second text, so she’ll never write for you again.

two: harry potter!au

mo’s breath caught her throat the moment slughorn revealed the batch of amortentia to the class. shit, shit, shit shit. she’s always been more susceptible to potions that can alter one’s emotional state.

what a ravenclaw she was. had mo not gotten lost in a daze of mangoes, fresh books and leather jackets, she would have laughed at herself.

she knew how amortentia worked, after all. she knew how the potion managed to get such a visceral reaction from everyone. her parents worked as potioneers when they still lived in india. she’s been around them from day one. then they relocated to the uk and mr. and mrs. banerjee started a grocery store for wizards and witches and wixens.

“mohini,” audrey’s voice cut through the daze like a sharp knife and it was only then that mo became aware of the slytherin’s hand on her shoulder. “c’mon, the lesson ended ten minutes ago.”

her eyes cut from audrey’s concerned face, back to the cauldron. “you’re super pretty,” breathed the oldest banerjee, “even when you’re worried.” rationally, mo supposed that she could understand why audrey had been worried but really, the potion smelled so nice…

“no, no, no,” audrey grabbed her by the hand now, “no more potion sniffing for you. let’s go.”

the pull of the potion lessened the more steps they took away from the dungeons. after a while, mo let go of audrey’s hand, who asked if she was all right for the final time and when mo nodded, audrey bid her adieu and went over to one brooke maddox - gryffindor extraordinaire - who had been waving at her short haired friend.

mo herself retreated back to the common room. or at least she wanted to but then imagined that she could run into rajiv kumar and noah foster (who had been an infamous hatstall between hufflepuff and ravenclaw) and promptly turned around, heading for the owlery.

she didn’t see audrey until dinner that evening. which was a good thing; it had given mo plenty of time to freak out, calm herself down and freak out once again when she told the story to her bandmates. it was olivia, emma duval’s niece, who gently told her that she ought to thank her.

if it hadn’t been for audrey, who knows what would have happened, right?

so here she was, walking towards the slytherin table which was dotted with red, yellow and blue as well; the rules about sitting at your own table? bullshit. according to them, anyway.

“um, audrey?” man, mo hated how pathetic she sounded. even to her own ears!

audrey was in the middle of telling or re-telling a story to noah but turned around at the sound of her voice: “what’s up?”

“i wanted to thank you. y’know, for back there,” mo inclined her head towards the dungeons.

noah arched an eyebrow as mo continued: “i mean, if i stood there for a moment longer, well…” she heard what mo had blurted out, hadn’t she? “…i just wanted to say thanks.” and before she lost her nerve, mo stepped closer, around the table, and kissed audrey on the cheek.

three: the tomorrow people au

“audrey, we just had a new breakout,” cara told the girl who was currently lounging on one of the many couches in the lair, an old and abandoned subway station under the streets of manhattan. “i need you to get to her before ultra does.”

why can’t brooke— audrey started to think but cara cut her off: “brooke is training with stella yamada and emma just found out that one of the newer breakouts is related to her. noah, jake and stavo are training scott, wendell and charlie respectively.” audrey scoffed and got up. honestly, fuck telepathy. and fuck this entire gig, she didn’t sign up for supernatural babysitting duties!

grabbing her jacket from where she’d thrown it over a chair, she called back over her shoulder: “where do i need to be?”

“hudson cliff. it’s an elementary school for sick kids and kids with learning disabilities.” what the hell? the last time they had such a young recruit, john rescued her from the citadel.

“oh, and audrey?”

“what?!”

“hurry.”

with a soft pop, audrey turned on her heels and then she was gone. she appeared in the old, abandoned subway station and rushed to the surface. top-side, they all called it. with cara literally in her head and the fact that she knew the route by heart, audrey got to the elementary school in what could be considered record time.

she’s inside, cara’s voice echoed, be careful, ultra’s already on her tail too. try to get to her before they do but if it gets too hot, i want you out of there, understood?

yeah, like that was going to happen. audrey scoffed again. quieter, this time. she was here now. might as well stick it out to the bitter end.

a loud scream shattered audrey’s telepathic reply to cara into a thousand tiny pieces and the ultra agents sent to subdue the new breakout came flying out of the nearest classroom, their guns skidding across the hallway as they smacked into the wall and slid down to the floor where they laid, in a crumpled heap, unmoving.

another scream. the hairs on the back of audrey’s neck stood on edge. she was ready to fight or flee if necessary. audrey stepped over the threshhold and that was as far as she got.

“no! stay back! stay back!”

in the middle of the classroom sat a girl about her own age, tears and blood splatters all over her, cradling another girl into her arms. a kid, audrey realized while her stomach churned and she almost gagged. fuck, she was going to be sick.

how she got the words out, she didn’t know: “i’m…my name is audrey jensen. i’m—i’m like you. and you’re not safe here. shit, i know it’s the last thing you want to do right now but i need you to come with me now. more men like the ones that are now lying in the hallway are coming for you and they won’t stop until they have you. they work for an organization called ultra and i’m so fucking sorry for your loss and i hate to do this but we need to go.”

“let them come,” snarled the girl. her eyes met audrey’s and for a brief moment, their minds connected and audrey was awash in a whirlwind of emotions, primarily consisting of years of anger and a whole lot of grief and sadness and pain. pain, pain, pain that was hers and wasn’t hers at all. “let them,” the girl repeated again, “i’ll kill them, it’s what they deserve. it’s what they all deserve for killing my younger sister!” hindi swears spilled over her lips like a waterfall.

tears ran down her cheeks and she looked like she was struggling containing another scream.

a memory that wasn’t hers flitted before audrey’s eyes; the little girl took her hands and pulled her towards central park, crowing that she finally managed to make it across on the monkey bars and that she wanted to show her: “c’mon, mohini! i practiced real hard!” it was like a butterfly or a snowflake; one moment it was there and then it was gone but it was enough to have tears spring to audrey’s eyes. she blinked them away and cleared her throat.

cara, audrey’s eyes flashed from the crying girl on the floor to the remnants of what was once a well kempt classroom. i’m here. the new breakout killed two ultra agents after they killed her younger sister.

audrey heard cara curse in her head. she heard it so clearly that the brunette might as well have been standing right next to her: do you think you can make it back with her on your own? russell needs my help with something else. if not, i can send stephen to meet you halfway.

no, audrey thought, it’s okay, i got this. but do tell stephen that he needs to pick up the…the kid. fuck, they killed a kid, cara! they killed a fucking kid! she’s, what, seven?! they got to a kid!

cara told her that she was sorry and that they’d talk about it when the two would get back to the lair but as of right now, the fact remained that audrey had twenty minutes left. the clock was still ticking and ultra was still hot on their heels. she swallowed audibly and knelt down. gently, she placed a hand on her shoulder. the girl, whose name audrey now knew, flinched visibly.

“it’s mohini, right?” audrey’s voice was low, hopefully soothing and almost a whisper.

“most people call me mo,” she croaked back, “but yeah, it’s mohini.” she sniffed. her eyes met audrey as she said: “we can’t leave her here. she needs to be cremated. and my parents—”

oh gods, her parents. what would her parents say?! what would her family do if they found out about this?!

long black hair shielded mo’s face like a curtain as her body shook with barely contained sobs.

after giving her a hug, audrey brushed mo’s hair back and gave her a kiss on the forehead. she didn’t know what else to do or to say. it was something that her mother used to do, before she got sick.

“we can’t leave her here,” mo repeated, quieter, as if all the life had been drained from her too.

“we won’t,” audrey assured her and gently helped her stand up. mohini carried her sister to the bed in the corner and tucked her in. it looked like the little girl - madhavi, or madhu as those close to her called her - was merely sleeping instead of dead. “i know someone who will make sure your sister gets back to your parents in time for the…the cremation, i swear.” mo nodded. “c’mon,” audrey said and swung an arm around mo’s shoulders. “let’s get you outta here.”

four: teen wolf au

while the jensen family wasn’t as esteemed as the calavera family or the argents, they were still good hunters - mrs. jensen had been from a prominent hunting family too - in their own right. though her mother put the hunting life behind her when she got pregnant and then again when she got sick, her father continued on for a while; he even taught his daughter the basics.

just so she could protect herself while he retired. audrey took to it like a fish to water. after rachel died, she swore to herself that she would do everything in her power to avenge her and to protect her group of friends consisting of a banshee (brooke), a werewolf (jake), a human much like herself (noah), another huntress (emma) and someone with a penchant for drawing horror scenes who was something else but didn’t exactly know what (stavo).

and things were all right until they weren’t because this is beacon hills and, inevitably, shit goes down here. this town had weathered many storms, this town would continue to do so. but all of that would wait, for beacon hills would have to deal with a supernatural band first.

stella yamada was a kitsune. brooke got the information out of her easily with a smile and a wink, an offer to stella that sounded like sure, i’ll totally help you familiarize yourself with beacon hills; i’d love to hang out with you! which was not only a way to help out audrey but also because the blonde truly wanted to hang out with her.

her father was one too, stella had said, munching on curly fries. after the death of his previous partner, he spent a long time mourning her before he eventually found love with leila penn and gained not only a second chance at love but a bigger family; leila, who was as human as they came, had split up with her ex-husband and won custody over her two youngest boys, tim and tom, while their oldest girl - clea - occasionally dropped by to visit.

olivia white was a huntress that wasn’t cut out for that life at all. soft and pliant and sweet, she spent her time reading and researching and had taken to helping out doctor deaton’s and the cats and dogs - but mostly just cats in her spare time. she was also related to emma who learned how to handle a gun because it became a matter of life and death back in lakewood.

then there was scott pickett who was, much like noah, as human as they came. but he was quick as a whip and quite knowledgable when it came to lore and surprisingly easy going. he and wendell “wen” gifford, a leprechaun, were nine times out of ten, the brains behind plans.

charles “charlie” delgado easily befriended stavo. other than their heritage and a love for comic books, they had other things in common. charlie was sure he was something other than human but he wouldn’t be able to tell you just what he is if you asked him.

lastly, there was mohini “mo” banerjee. named for one of vishnu’s avatars and skilled with a bass guitar, noah thought she was a garuda at first. an avian shapeshifter. he wasn’t wrong. while mo wasn’t an avian shapeshifter, she was a shapeshifter in every other sense of the word. you see, mo was an apsara - a shapeshifter with an extra pair of arms that could look like any other person out there, though their voice, abilities and gait remained the same.

“the apsaras of old could probably fly and control the air with less difficulty. i can’t do either. my mom can fly, though, and i’m pretty sure that my younger sister’s going to surpass me one day.” her father, a gandharva - which was like the male equivalent of an apsara - had no flying abilities to speak of either, mo added after a while, but he was musically inclined.

“what can you do?” asked audrey while mo continued to gently move the huntress’ fingers about, lacing their fingers together. mo shrugged: “i can sense changes in the weather and i’m pretty good with instruments.” audrey didn’t understand why her hands enthralled mohini so; they had been stained with death and had seen cruelty and violence too many fucking times.

mo pressed a kiss on both hands before she let go of them. “just call me your personal weather woman.”

audrey laughed, thoughts of weaponry and the next threat to becon hills were forgotten for a while.

five: no killer!au

olivia had been right, mo thought, the carnival really was the perfect way to spend their off season. this way, she could get to know her aunt and niece a little better and stella had been begging - well, not really, but olivia knew how much the lead guitarist wanted this gig - to play at lakewood’s annual carnival with their original numbers and covers.

and really, the other band members only had to look at their faces to give in, laughter on their own lips and fondness in their eyes. mo was one of the first ones to say okay to it all, the others soon following suit.

besides: winning an actual version of the battle of the bands, small though it was? against mikayla skeech and her own band? that would look great for their repertoire. (and mo was living for every moment that proved just how much talent lemonade mouth really had!)

that thought, as well as wen’s promise that he’d get her some cotton candy after their performance, kept mohini’s spirits higher than her height of 5′6″.

they had time to spare - more like time to kill, in mo’s opinion - so the band scattered, each one promising to be backstage half an hour before, just in case they needed to go through their set-list or just in case things changed. olivia reminded them all to keep their phones on.

(the carnival was also a way to remember nina patterson and her boyfriend tyler who passed away in a freak car accident at the start of the school year.)

“you look lost,” chuckled a voice to her right when mo passed the food stalls once again.

“don’t we all at some point?” was the first thing out of her mouth.

“i suppose.” the owner of the voice was a girl with short, black hair and a wide, sarcastic grin.

she was dressed in black, had the bluest eyes mo had ever seen, was shorter than the bassist and had a video camera on her person. lemonade mouth had been in the song business for a while now so cameras didn’t freak mohini out anymore. they used to, before.

“i’m audrey,” said the girl, “i’d shake your hand, but—” she was holding her video camera.

“mohini, though you can call me mo. and it’s okay, i’ll just shake your other hand.”

“that’s smart,” audrey drawled and mo winked: “i got sorted in ravenclaw on pottermore.”

“i don’t have any nicknames other than aud or auds,” she said, “and i’m not much of a harry potter fan but congratulations.” mohini shrugged, waving a little at audrey’s camera, “that’s cool. i prefer roshani chokshi anyways.” honestly, mo would sell her soul to write half as well as that lady.

they were silent for a while and then mo said: “if you’re still in the market for a nickname or two, i’d be happy to oblige. i do love a good challenge.” though, really, knowing her and her penchant for flowery words and sentences, audrey would probably go home with a poem about her and her name, filled to the brim with a thousand compliments and then some.

mohini’s phone buzzed. it was a text from charlie, saying that she needed to get to the main stage. she showed it to audrey who said: “maybe later, after your performance. that is, if you’re sticking around.” rachel hadn’t. they had broken up shortly after the start of the school year. it was a clean, mutual break up and it was for the better - rachel needed time and space to focus on herself and the way she saw herself and needed a change of scenery after the video - but audrey still missed her sometimes. they had been friends before they dated.

“oh, i am,” mo assured her, “i’ll be here for three weeks, if not more.”

another text. this time it was scott, wondering why she wasn’t responding and why she wasn’t on her way to the main stage already.

“you should go.”

“i should. will you be there when lemonade mouth takes your little town by storm?”

“sure,” audrey grinned widely at mo as the latter finally stood up. “i can’t not check you guys out. you look like a bassist.” blue eyes met brown. audrey blew mo a kiss after she said: “and, y’know, i’m pretty sure i’ll see you around either way. break a leg out there, will you? i really don’t like mikayla skeech and the scene.”

#misguidcdghosts #( ooc answers. )#long post //#child death //#death mention //#blood mention //#teen wolf //#{this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm D: at myself because i'm never happy so i'm gonna make an older lm photoset to distract #myself xD}

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