#(You can tell it's their first beer; Lulu's shirt is still on)

[thefreelanceangel]

[paisley-print]

Near The Water’s Edge:   Chapter Four

After fleeing your abusive husband, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

Inspired by the novel “Safe Haven” written by Nicolas Sparks.

Series Master List

Frankie Morales x Female Reader Rating: 18+ / Heavy adult themes eventual smut. Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Mentions of death, PTSD, anxiety, mentions of police case, police.  Word Count: 

Note: Another heavy chapter, but things will let lighter as the chapters go on. Enjoy the first half of the beach day. 

Tag List:@qytyy @winter-fox-queen​​​​ @sherala007​​​​@inkededucatednnerdy @quica-quica-quica​​​ @hnt-escape​​​ @giizhkens-cedar​​​@heythere-mel​​​ @toomanystoriessolittletime​​

The ride passed in comfortable silence, the three of you listening to the radio and Lucy looking out the window at the cars in the next lane. All Frankie could think about was how nice it was to have someone else there to spend the day. He knew Lucy must have been feeling the same way, since he hadn’t seen her so excited about a beach trip in a long while. 

He appreciated how patient you were with her; it was something he noticed even on that first day. The way you refused help until you knew she was alright. That moment had stuck with him more than anything else. 

The memory of what Will said earlier surfaced in his mind. He shifted in his seat and glanced at you. Yes, you were beautiful. Strikingly so. A woman who could walk into a room and turn every head in the place; both men and women alike. Of course Frankie had been taken with you. He tried to suppress it, scolding himself whenever he was alone in bed at night and found his thoughts wandering.... 

His only goal right now was to be your friend because he cared for you and knew that you needed help. He wasn’t sure what kind of help, but he sensed that you were alone and at some point in your life something very bad had happened to you. He wouldn’t pry though, he would wait until you were ready to share. 

-

The beach wasn’t too packed; it was still early in the season and  the tourists hadn’t moved into their summer homes yet. The boys had done an oddly efficient job at setting everything up. When Ben and Will got into a little spat about how to sink the umbrella into the sand , Frankie simply rolled his eyes and continued to spray Lucy with sunblock. It made you laugh, they all seemed so comfortable with one another. 

The day was hot and everybody seemed eager to get into the water, everyone except you and Frankie.  You had bought a bathing suit at the store, intending on going in... but somewhere during the car ride you changed your mind. 

“You can go in if you want,” you told Frankie “I don’t mind just watching.”

He shrugged, “I don’t normally go in either.”

Then just like that the two of you were suddenly alone, both woefully unprepared for any sort of conversation.

You thought of something quickly, filling the silence “the marina was packed today.”

“Yeah, It’s always like that on memorial day. Most of the summer too, be prepared for the restaurant to start getting busy.”

“I prefer it that way. It makes the shifts go faster. So I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you do? I assumed you owned the marina?”

He paused for a moment. “Uh, technically I do. It was a wedding gift from my parents. An uncle had died and left it to them. I think they just wanted to get rid of it, but I have an office manager that does all the upfront stuff….. normally I just work on repairs.”

Married. That wasn’t what you were expecting, but still no ring. “Did you go to school for that?”

“Kind of. I had training for planes, but you would be surprised just how similar the two are.” You gave him a look. He glanced at you and laughed sheepishly. “What?”

“I’m sorry, did you say planes?”

“Yeah”

“You fix planes?”

He smiled and crossed his arms, trying to seem much cooler than he actually was. “I fly them too.”

“You fly pl-....do you take constructive criticism?”

He laughed, “Of course.”

“Lead with that next time.”

He looked at you skeptically. “How am I supposed to lead with that, exactly?”

“You say, hi my name is pilot Frankie …..” 

He shook his head, grinning. “Morales,” he informed you. 

“Hi my name is pilot Frankie Morales, nice to meet you.”

He played along, “but how will I know if people actually like me for me, or they just want me to take them for a ride in a plane?”

You shrugged “it's tough being a celebrity, I don’t make the rules.”

“Oh yeah, celebrity, that’s me,” he said sarcastically. 

You kicked at the sand with your foot. “Also I liked you before I knew you had the coolest hobby in the world. So, you know that you can trust me.”

He glanced over at you and immediately noticed your smile. He had seen you smile before, but they would never quite reach your eyes. This one, he could tell, was real. He opened his mouth to speak when, in the distance, a wave crashed and Lucy squealed with laughter. Both of you turned your heads to look.

“Will Lucy be okay out there?” you asked. She had on a life vest and was being supervised in the shallows by the rest of the adults. Santi was holding onto a boogie board Lucy used to keep herself up. 

“Yeah, I know they seem like idiots but they are good men.” Frankie reached into the cooler to grab a bee and popped the cap off with the bottle opener. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head, “No thank you, but I’ll take a water bottle if you have it.” He set his beer down in his cup holder and reached into the cooler again. The bottle was freezing cold when he handed it to you. Perfect for a sunny day.

You wiped the condensation off on your dress. “Can I ask you something? It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, taking a sip of beer. 

“Lucy’s mom is she….? Are you two still….? I don’t mean to pry, I guess I’m just a little confused.”

“You and I both,” he said with a sigh. “I’m married but we are not together anymore, haven’t been for a few years.”

“Oh,” you said simply, not finding any clarification in what he told you. If anything, you had more questions, but you didn’t want to push. Besides, it didn’t matter anyway…. you couldn’t, you were married as well. “Does your family live in the area?”

“Nope, they live up north. Katie never really knew her family. She grew up in the foster system and was bounced around until she enlisted at eighteen. It’s just me and Lulu now, and the guys when they find the time to travel here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said honestly. “It must be hard not having your parents support.”

He shook his head and took another sip. “I expected it, even when I was younger, it seemed as though they were only interested in keeping me alive.” He looked down and started to peel off the sticker on the bottle as he spoke. “They are both doctors, mom is an archaeologist and dad an engineer. He actually helped design parts of the international space station…. I think they valued their careers more than anything else... they still do. The only time they ever came down to see Lucy was right after she was born, aside from that it’s usually a phone call on a holiday and a card with money in the mail.”

Although he tried to play it off as if it were just another part of life, you could see that it still affected him deeply. For a moment you thought about reaching out to take his hand, but you stopped yourself. “It really is their loss, they are missing out on two wonderful people.”

Frankie adjusted the baseball cap on his head, a sheepish little smile playing on his lips at the compliment. “Well, thank you. Lucy and I could say the same thing about you. You’re great with her.”

You glanced back at the little girl. She was smiling happily as Ben pulled her along on the boogie board. “I think little girls need to be protected, but not only that - they need to be seen and heard. She is already so independent and fierce. I can see how you encourage her to be her own person and not fit into any one mold. That’s important for little girls to learn.”

He laughed, “Yeah, she definitely gives me a run for my money, that's for sure. She can already repair an engine better than most men I know.”

A large gust of wind came through and took hold of the multi-colored beach ball beside you. Both you and Frankie sprang from your seats to race after it. The thing was fast, and you could not stop it from crashing into the waves. You noticed just how much cooler it was near the water’s edge. Although the temperature outside was sweltering, the Atlantic still held that winter chill. Both of you stared at the ball as it bobbed up and down with the tide. 

Frankie waved it away with his hand and squinted in the sunlight. “It’s fine, it’ll probably just float down the beach to another family or something.”

You smirked at him “or choke a poor dimwitted sea turtle to death.”

He paused and shot you a pretend glare, then took off his hat, dropped it in the sand and reached for his shirt. 

You giggled “no, no I’m joking. I got it.” You said, starting to strip down to your bathing suit also.

“Well, you gotta be faster than that,” he said, half jogging to the water.

You slipped off your dress easily and ran straight past him into the waves. Frankie was not far behind. You two were pushing against the tide as you reached for the ball. Fingertips just barely brushed against the plastic before it slipped a couple more inches away. This left just enough time for Frankie to swoop in and grab it.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard “hey!”

He shrugged, “I’m sorry that I care more about the environment than you.”

You splashed him with water playfully.

-

The two of you swam for another fifteen minutes, chatting about the town and volleying the ball back and forth. Frankie pretended not to see the way the droplets of water clung to your skin and sparkled under the sunlight. When he noticed the little lace pattern on the bottom of your swimsuit, he knew he had been staring for too long and forced himself to look away. The very last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, or make you believe he had some sort of ulterior motives to helping you. 

You both dressed again before walking back up to the chairs. When the two of you returned, the group had already come back from swimming. They were passing around Tupperware full of fruit while Santi was starting up the tiny little grill he had brought. 

“You guys really don’t play around for beach days,” you mentioned to Frankie. 

“I tried to warn you,” he said with a smirk. 

Will had Lucy thrown over his shoulder, carrying her easily with one arm. “Has anyone seen Fry?”

“I’m right here!” Lucy’s little voice drifted out from behind him.

Will started turning, pretending to look for her “Fry! Fry! Where are you!”

Lucy was hardly able to speak through her fit of giggles, “I’m behind you!”

He put her down on the sand, pretending as if he had seen her for the first time. “Jesus Fry! You scared me!”

“Lulu,” Frankie said, “come here so I can put more sunscreen on you.” Frankie took the bottle from the bag and sprayed her again, making sure to get her ears and the tops of her feet as well. He sprayed some in his hands, and Lucy scrunched up her nose as he applied it to her face.

Watching the two of them together made you smile. You were reminded again just how different Frankie was from your husband. David would have felt emasculated by having to take care of a child. If he had attended today, you would be sitting beside him silently the entire time, only getting up to fetch him a beer.

“Do you want some?” Frankie asked, and you were suddenly snapped right back to reality.  

Even though you weren’t threatened by a burn yet, you figured it would be a good idea. “Yeah, thank you.” You offered him your arms, then the front of your legs.

“I used to be terrible with remembering sunblock until I got sun poisoning in Iraq, god never again.”

“Iraq?” you asked, and turned so he could get the backs of your legs.

“Yeah, with the air force” he told you, assuming you already knew. 

Breath hitched in your throat as he brushed your hair over your shoulder. You cringed at the feeling of the warm sunscreen hitting the back of your neck and jerked away. It was enough for the others to notice. You laughed and lied quickly “damn horse flies hurt when they bite. They say you should wash off the bite with soap to get it to stop the swelling. Is there a bathroom here?”

You sounded believable. Becoming an expert liar had been the only thing keeping you alive for so long. 

Frankie felt horrible. He didn’t quite know what he had done to trigger you, but he knew it was something. “It’s pretty far, I can walk with you-”

You shook your head, a wide smile still plastered across your lips. “Nope, I just need a direction.”

Santi jumped in quickly. “That building when we first came in, near the tennis courts.”

You nodded and started forward, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. Why was this happening right now? You were fine a moment ago and now you felt as though you couldn’t catch your breath. You shivered, remembering the feeling again and putting your hand on the back of your neck to stop it.

A soldier…. it made sense. You were too stupid to have seen it, the nicknames and the holiday...... 

Thankfully, they were single stall restrooms; you pulled the door shut and locked it behind you. The bottom of the floor was disgusting and filled with wet sand. You lifted yourself up onto the counter and sat, trying to calm down. A soldier, a soldier, you kept repeating to yourself. It was too similar. The anger, the potential for violence…. just like your husband. 

You placed your head in your hands, and suddenly you were back in New Jersey. It was a bitter February, snow still on the ground. You were in your bathroom hiding as David raged in the living room and screamed at his coworker on the phone. A little boy had been killed by his father weeks ago. David was assigned to the case. When the trial came, the jury found the man innocent and let him walk free, even though all the evidence pointed to him as the killer. It was an embarrassment to David and the entire homicide unit

“God fucking dammit, y/n! y/n!”

You pulled yourself up on shaking legs, straightened your dress and walked out. David was red in the face waiting for you. “I thought I told you to call Comcast, did I not?”

“They said that they could get someone out here Wednesday because of the snow-”

He took the television remote and threw it at you as hard as he could; he aimed for your face but it hit your shoulder instead. The plastic connected straight with your collarbone. You doubled over in pain, holding it as it throbbed. He stalked up to you and you moved back, the fear evident in your eyes.

His voice was teetering on the edge of lunacy as he screamed at you.

“I give you a simple fucking job to do and you can’t even get it done. You’re a lazy fat fucking bitch.” he shoved you hard but you manged to keep standing. “Spend all day sitting on your fucking ass while I have to go to work for the both of us! I need the television because I need to see the news coverage of the fucking case! You knew this! Or would you like me to get fired and the both of us live on the fucking streets!” He shoved you again, and you fell against the stone fireplace. Your hands came up to shield your face as he picked up the remote and hit you with it repeatedly. It caught your lip, busting it open. 

You didn’t care about the blood, all you could think about was the gun still holstered in his belt. You got the television fixed the next day-

“Summer?” 

You stood quickly and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing was wrong. “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?” 

It was Frankie. 

You shook your head and smiled in the dingy plastic mirror in front of you. “Yeah, why?”

He could hear that you had been crying. He pushed on the door but it was locked. 

You didn’t like that at all; you slipped off the counter and sat on the floor, against the door. Bracing it closed with your body “I’m fine-”

“You’re crying-”

“No, I’m not I- I get allergies and that horsefly hurt. I am such a baby I’ve always had a low pain tolerance-”

“If it’s something that I did -”

“Nope, it’s nothing that you did. I’m fine, I’m really, really fine I promise. I just got overwhelmed and needed some air. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and you guys can eat without me. Don’t let me hold you up.”

Frankie wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to force anything. “Would you like me to save you a plate?”

“Yes, please.”

You could hear his footsteps start to retreat and relaxed a little. 

“Summer?”

“Yeah?”

Frankie was about to say something, but he thought better of it. He figured it was better to let you have your space now.

[collecting-stories]

Cooked - JJ Maybank

Request: hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now but I’d love to see a fic of JJ getting way too drunk at a boneyard party and the reader takes care of him? Ps your writing is 🔥

A/N: I’ve never been drunk before😬

Outer Banks Masterlist

“I hate to break it to you but for the first time in 16 years I think JJ might be cooked.” Pope mentioned, putting a hand on your shoulder as he came up behind you. Up ahead was JJ, calling all sorts of attention to himself as he tried to follow some group of touron girls doing a tik tok dance.

How it happened no one would ever know but you and JJ had wound up together. It wasn’t that you didn’t like parties it was just that you didn’t go nearly as hard as he did. You could nurse the same beer all night while JJ polished off a whole case. You’d heard the argument before, from JJ himself at parties, how in the world had he ended up with someone who didn’t like to go as hard as him at any given moment. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to like someone who was a partier like him, a little bit of a wild child.  

“He pregamed before he got here.” You replied, “something about a fight he got in with Luke but he wouldn’t tell me.” You watched your boyfriend try to cross his feet and twist, instead losing his balance and falling onto the sand, beer spilling as he laid there on his back, laughing. “Guess it’s time to go.”

“You want help?” Pope asked.  

“Probably.”

JJ had only been drunk on a handful of occasions and none of them had been in public like this. You knew your boyfriend had a problem with alcohol but for the most part it was just fun to see him kick back and drink, he was funnier, louder, and more affectionate than usual when he was tipsy. It wasn’t anything to be concerned about. His drunk was the same but you knew he only drank this much when things were really bad at home.  

You walked over to the group that JJ had made himself a part of. One of the girls was crouched down beside him, asking if he was alright and trying to put her jacket beneath his head for a pillow. Pope tapped her on the arm as you knelt on JJ’s other side.

“We got this.” Pope promised, handing her jacket back.

“Are you sure?” She asked, casting a glance over to you.  

At the same moment JJ had rolled his head to the side and caught sight of you, reaching his arms up like he was a little kid, “girlfriend!”

“Hey babe, you ready to go home?”

“No, no, no. No. Where’s Pope?” He asked, arms still it the arm as he twisted his hands back and forth to look at his bracelets.  

“Next to you.” Pope said, grabbing JJ’s outstretched hands and tugging, encouraging him to stand up. As he did, you got up with him, grabbing his backpack and tossing it over your shoulder. Once on his feet JJ stumbled forward, wrapping his arms around his best friend.

“I missed you!” He exclaimed, “when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”  

“Hey, Jay, can we go?” You asked, laying a hand on his back and rubbing circles against his gray t-shirt. “You wanna go home?”

“No!” He pushed away from Pope, stumbling a little before managing to catch himself though he teetered as he stood in the sand. You swiped his flipflops from where he’d kicked them off to dance. “No! Go away!”

“JJ-”

“No!”  

“JJ,” you grabbed at his wrists when he tried to push you away, “hey, hey, my house. Do you wanna go home with me?” You asked.

Suddenly he stopped pushing, taking a step forward and collapsing into you the same way he had with Pope. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him against you and trying not to fall as he leaned his weight against yours. “Hi, girlfriend.”

“Hi babe, how’re ya doing?”

JJ hummed against your neck, “I’m so good, did you see me dancing?”

“Yeah, you were super awesome,” you replied, shifting him as Pope tried to help you hold JJ up. “Can Pope help you walk back to the car with me?”

“Pope! When did you get here?”

“Just now.” He replied, rolling his eyes as he held JJ under one arm and began to guide him away from the party with you.  

Once JJ was safely in the car, face pressed against the cool glass of the window and eyes closed, you started on the drive home. JJ had been to your house plenty of times before, both sober and drunk. The first time he had ever showed up to your house he had been drunk and near tears over his dad though he’d attempted to hide that glaring fact by insisting over and over that you should ‘party’. Your parents had let him stay on the couch and never mentioned the state he was in to you.

You drove home in silence, occasionally reaching over to brush his hair back or squeeze his hand. JJ kept asking if you were going to another party and you avoided answering him in case he misunderstood home as being his house again and tried to jump out of the car or something equally nuts that he was totally capable of doing in this mind state.  

Getting him from the car to the living room was a struggle you managed only by promising to make him a grilled cheese and give him one of your little brother’s capri sun’s. Once you did though he spread out against the couch, still covered in a sheet from when he’d woken up this morning.  

“I wanna...I want it cut in trianga...trianga...”

“Triangles?”  

“Yes!” JJ exclaimed. As soon as he did you covered his mouth with your hand, shushing him.  

“You have to be quiet if you want grilled cheese okay. You can’t wake anyone up.”  

He hummed, eyes wide as he stared at you in the dim light. You pulled your hand away slowly and when he didn’t say anything else you leaned over and gave him a kiss, scrunching your nose at the smell of cheap beer and weed mixed together.  

-

taglist: @maplelattes22 @poguesrforlife  @freckled-and-daydreaming  @chasefreakinstokes @millie-753 @fangirlwithme @alex12948 @howdyherron @katherine097 @tangledinsparkles @tragicmisfits @carbonated-beverage @mariofgreengables @damonsalvawhore27 @dopedoodes @dolanfivsosxox @belledutchess @poguelifeeee @jjsthumbring @faded-blue @parkerpetertingle @thebookwormlife @summer-clouds-and-long-days @jellyfishbeansontoast @minigranger @louisolos @hoewkeye @love-someone-special @finecelle @vitaminekabc @tiredfeels @g4bster @strangerthanfanfiction713 @the-only-nana @tomzfrog @mozz-are-lla @vindictive-hearts @poguestyleskye @ssprayberrythings @pensysto @jenahbell @beautyandthebleh @lavenderxraindrops @gothackedalready @teenwaywardasgardian @thelonewolfdies @hvitost @haha-fuck-you-thot @stillbelieve398-5 @rewindlr @queenniccimicci @kissessforharryyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @alytavzla @bqmblebee @linniep @nerdypartytrashpsychic @xxchxrryxx @spencer-reid-is-a-cutie @mirjanak @kwjune @danielladreaming @obx-saltlife @youngestxhearts @spnobsessedmemes @wowitswondergurl @siwiecola @regev1408 @celestialmaybank @mybnkjj @averagxfangirl @mysterious-adventurer @justawilddreamerchild @rhyetaylor62 @calm-rejects @99sxuxii @oh-annaa @katiaw2 @aiifandomsunite @marteenuhh08 @x-lulu @kitkat06090 @ceruleanjj @yoxsh06 @wicked-laugh @obxwriterfan @justkeepdreamingswift @allie-mcginn @jjmaybankswife @jolomez @timotaychalabae @babycakes00 

[jjaybank]

Salt • Chapter Seven

Shelter

Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader  (mentions of John B. x Reader)

Summary:  You are a backpacker who has wound up staying in the Outer Banks for a while and being taken in by the Pogues. Starved of love, JJ struggles with the realisation that he’s falling for his friend. Hard.

In which Kie plays reggae music and things get intimate.

A/N: In my head The Pogues are like in their early twenties in this okay, so humour me.  I haven’t updated this series for so long but ya gal got her mojo back x also this chapter is a smutty one and I haven’t written smut in a while so I'm sorry.

Warnings: nswf, like mostly smut, some swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, not proof read lol

Word Count: 3.4K

Taglist:  @danicarosaline @sspidermanss @teamnick @x-lulu @pancakefancake @plantsarenice-love @mybnkjj@1believe-in-your-self1 @thistreasurehunter @pixelated-pogues @moldisgoodforyou @jellyfishbeansontoast @otrbnks​ @heavenlymama @jeyramarie @calamitykatie​ @downbytheouterbanks​ @socialwriter​ @pixelated-pogues​ (i also tagged some frens I hope that's okay x)

The boat trip back to John B’s house is silent.  But this time the clouds don’t feel as if they’re constricting around your throat.  This time the breeze ripples over you lightly, and JJ’s hand knits so comfortably into yours.  You cast one last forlorn look at your decimated house, and shift more snugly against your backpack.  You had lost track of time, instead beginning to broach the subject of your insecurities and misunderstandings. The weak trickles of sunlight that manage to perforate the blanket of cloud are quickly retreating into the horizon.  Tracks of faded gold leaving frail patterns on the murky surface of the marsh.  JJ steers you through the marsh with one hand on the wheel.  His gaze moves from the brackish water to where you nestle beside him, a small smug smile playing over his lips.  The shell, with it’s wide bands of ecru and lapis, rolls between your fingers as you muse over the significance that such a small inanimate object holds.  

When you arrive back at the Chateau the yard is deserted,  but the evidence that John B has been hard at work is clear.  The roof has been haphazardly patched up with what looks like old fishing net ropes and a broken barn door.  You love it.  You spot Kie’s car abandoned in the driveway.  There’s a part of you so completely comforted by the thought of being surrounded by your friends after your whirlwind of a day.  The other part is desperate to have a proper conversation with JJ about what happens next. You observe JJ with an appreciative eye while he checks over the Pogue and joins you on the jetty.  He smirks when he catches you watching him, and your ears go hot as you’re caught in the act.  You turn towards the Chateau in a bid to hide your blushing face, and also because you are enticed by the warm glow that emanates from the windows.  But JJ seizes your wrist in his hand.  He pulls you into him gently, capturing your lips in his.  A rough hand cups the back of your head and you smile against his kiss.  His fingers twist tenderly into the hair at the nape of your neck.  He is soft in his actions, testing the waters and allowing you the chance to turn him down.  And yet a fiery and desperate energy exudes him.  He is savouring you, immersing himself in the very essence of you. You pull away after a moment with a grin plastered across your face.  His expression matches yours and you relish the bliss of the moment.  A rumble of thunder rolls over the marshland.  JJ looks past you suddenly, his eyes focussed on the silhouettes moving in the windows of the Chateau.  The faint thrum of music reaches you before it dances its way across the water and into the encroaching darkness.  You notice where JJ’s uncertain gaze is centered and reach a hand up to cradle his face. ‘We don’t have to tell them anything,’ you affirm, ‘not if you’re not ready.’ JJ returns his attention to you, absentmindedly laying his own hand over yours.   His eyes are glossy, the ocean in them sparkling as if under a midday sun.  You both have so much more to talk about and you understand why he does not feel prepared for the onslaught of questions and excitement that the evolution of your relationship will bring.  You hadn’t even really spoken about it yourselves, it was complex and messy and you needed a little more time.  JJ’s face scrunches up in thought, his hand still holding yours against his cheek.   ‘Not yet’ he agrees, dropping your hand and stooping to pull your backpack onto his shoulder.   You make your way to the Chateau several steps in front of him, intensely aware of the fact that he’s watching you walk away. You glance over your shoulder and are met with a wink. You roll your eyes at the boy, and you can’t stop your face from splitting into a smile at the cheek of him.  The music grows louder as you approach the porch and you can instantly tell that Kie is responsible for the speakers tonight.  The soft reggae tones flow through you and you are immediately home.  As you turn the door handle, the heavens open once more.   Inside, the room is full of lazy chatter and thick with smoke.  The scent of marujuana floods your senses and warms you to your fingertips.  The rain sings on the tin roof of the porch and the sudden noise catches the attention of your friends.  The conversation dies down abruptly and three concerned faces turn towards the door.  JJ closes the door behind him and the sound echoes around the room.  John B stands suddenly, looking between the two of you expectantly.  You shift on the spot, pinned down by three pairs of eyes.   ‘So...er’ John B starts, looking at you pointedly, trying to discern the tone between JJ and yourself.   ‘So, my house is gone,’ you shrug, smiling sadly and moving further into the room.   ‘you mind if I stay here for a while?’ You look to John B, and find yourself suddenly enveloped in a crushing hug.  You hear JJ dump your bag on the floor and make his way to the kitchen.  John B releases you from his grip slightly, only to hold you at arm's length, a hand on each shoulder.  He looks deeply into your eyes, flicking from one to the other, silently asking. You nod slowly, ‘all good.’   John B seems satisfied with your response and gestures for you to join Kie and Pope on the sofa.  You shrug off your sweater and throw it over the back of the armchair opposite.  Kie winds her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her and expressing her regrets for how badly the storm has treated you.  JJ returns, two bottles clinking against each other in one hand, a bag of chips in the other.  Your stomach cramps up in hunger and you realise you hadn’t eaten all day.  JJ lobs the bag in your direction and slides a beer across the coffee table towards you.  You exchange soft smiles, and your friends sigh in quiet relief as they recognise your dynamic going back to normal.   It’s not long before the combination of an emotional rollercoaster of a day, weed, and beer, sends you into a gentle slumber. Pope shifts beside you so that you can settle more comfortably into the cushions.  The incessant rainfall and threat of the continuing storm means that John B has little choice but to offer up his home to his friends for the night. JJ falls asleep in the armchair shortly after you and his face is peaceful for the first time in a long while.  So peaceful that the others can’t bring themselves to wake him from his uncomfortable looking position. Pope ends up crashing in John B’s room and Kie takes the spare, she likes her space, she’s a starfisher.   It’s around 4am when a crack of lightning startles you from your sleep. You glance around blearily, taking in the abandoned beer bottles and lingering scent of smoke.  Rizlas and filters litter the floor and you grimace at the mess.  You rub your eyes, suddenly overcome with a dry mouth.  Another flash of lightning illuminates the room and you notice JJ sprawled awkwardly over the armchair, one hand brushing the floorboards.  You move quietly to the kitchen where you fill a glass with water.  You watch the rain from the window for a minute or two, mesmerised by the way it disturbs the surface of the marsh.  The storms on the island always fascinated you.  They sucked you in, and there had been many times when you had sat on the porch during a storm and watched for hours.  You were transfixed by the simultaneous chaos and natural order.   You are pulled from your thoughts by a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.  You jump at the touch, but instinctively sink back into a broad chest as the unmistakable scent of JJ engulfs you.  The everpresent salt on his skin, the bitterness of the beer.  It consumes you.  Your breath hitches as his lips find your neck, and you grip the countertop.  A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine and his mouth turns into a smirk against your skin.  It feels as if years of longing are igniting the sensitive skin where your neck meets your collarbone.  It’s a feeling that’s so foreign and yet somehow the very thing you’ve been craving for the duration of your existence.  You turn on the spot, bringing yourself to face the boy.  His eyes search yours eagerly and you lean in on tiptoes to kiss him, demonstrating your equal desire.  The kiss is greedy and impatient, unlike the ones you had shared earlier in the day.  His breath is hot against you and he tastes like smoke and the ocean.  Alcohol and substances are still buzzing through your system.  And maybe that’s why you can’t completely remember how you got from making out by the kitchen window, to lying under the tanned body of the boy who’s touch made your skin turn to gooseflesh.   The room is dark, but the intermittent flashes of lightning cast a silvery light over the pair of you.  JJ hovers over you, holding himself up on his hands.  Somewhere between the kitchen and the sofa you had rid him of his t-shirt.  You marvel at the sight of him, finally free to openly admire the form that years of labour and surfing had created.  Distracted, you trace a hand over his exposed chest and he flashes you a brazen smile, pulling you from your lightheaded daze. ‘You enjoying yourself there?�� he laughs, leaning down to pepper light kisses down your jaw, before he finds that sensitive spot on your neck once more.  Your eyes roll back and JJ’s hand flies up to stifle the moan that comes tumbling from your mouth.  You squirm under him as he pulls the strap of your cami down off your shoulder with his teeth.  He traces light patterns over your skin with his tongue before placing firm kisses over them.  You push your hips up to meet his and he gasps in surprise at the contact.  His eyes meet yours and there’s something in them, something more than desire, it’s almost yearning, pining perhaps.  He watches you attentively as he grinds his hips down onto you in response, surveying the way your face reacts in absolute bliss. The remnant haze of beer mingles with the fire of pleasure that JJ is kindling in the pit of your stomach.  His hand moves from your mouth and he drags a languid finger along the line of your jaw.  It carries on moving down your body, and he hesitates as he reaches your chest.  He looks carefully into your eyes and you nod firmly.   ‘Please’ You need him to touch you, you need him to want you.  You know for certain that you’ve never wanted anything more than this moment.  All the lingering touches and the almost moments, they all seem to be leading up to this very point in time. As if you were meant to come to this place, on the edge of the world, and have this boy touch you in a way that no one else ever had.  So carefully, and like you were the only person on earth.  His hand slides over your breast and you sigh into the feeling.  His fingers brush over your nipple and even through the fabric of your top, he sends electricity skittering through your body.  You run your hands over the expanse of his back before one settles on the back of his head.  You twist your fingers into his hair, eliciting a guttural moan that starts in the back of his throat.  You grin openly at the reaction and bite your lip when the high points of his cheeks turn pink.   ‘Seems like you’ve got a bit of a kink there, baby’ you coo, laughing as he slaps your thigh lightly.   ‘Don’t worry, (y/n), it won’t be long before I find yours.’ he retorts, and he suddenly ducks down, running his tongue over your clothed nipple, biting down lightly.  You can’t help but buck your hips against him and he glances up at you, victory plain on his face.   ‘Shut up.’ you groan, rolling your eyes as he laughs against your chest.   His fingers find the hem of your shirt and you watch approvingly as he places wet kisses on your exposed skin.   You move suddenly, taking him by surprise, until you are able to position yourself over him, straddling his hips.  You pull your cami over your head and watch JJ take in every inch of your skin.  He reaches out a tentative hand and his fingers send chills rippling over you.  His eyes are wide like a child on Christmas morning.  He’s seen you in a swimsuit countless times, but watching you sit astride him, your bare chest illuminated by the lightning, this is something else.  His hands find your breast and he rolls your nipples between his fingers, You grind your core down against him and you can feel his shorts growing tighter beneath you.   ‘God, you look so good’ he groans, throwing his head back as you move over his dick.  His eyes are scrunched shut in pleasure, and his hands land heavily on your hips. He presses his thumbs into your hips in circles and you move back and forth in response.  His fingers find the zip of your shorts. ‘Is this okay?’ he asks, running a hand over the inside of your thigh. You nod eagerly, helping him with the button and shifting so that he can pull your shorts down your legs.  His eyes linger on the lace of your underwear and you notice his adam's apple bob harshly.  He shimmies out of his own shorts and you note the tent that’s formed in his boxers.  You pull him on top of you, enjoying the weight of his body over yours.  His mouth is on yours in an instant and his lips move effortlessly over yours.  Your hands find the sides of his face and you deepen the kiss, moving your body against his.  You gasp as his fingers brush against the lace that covers your core, and he smiles against your mouth when he feels the pool of wetness that’s gathered there.   He toys with the front of your underwear, his forefinger running against your skin.  His hand drops between your legs and his thumb finds your clit through your pants, evoking a low moan from you. He rubs you in tight circles, causing you to writhe beneath him.  He mouths at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.  He sucks gently at the skin beneath your ear, leaving a pink mark which he knows will blossom into the perfect bruise.  His movements are faster than your spaced out brain can process and suddenly his mouth is on your wet centre, the flat of his tongue pressed against your underwear.  His fingers brush softly on the delicate skin of your thighs and you let out an elated sigh.  He pulls your pants to one side and you inhale sharply when his tongue makes contact with your clit.  You knew he was experienced, there were few people on the island who didn’t know all about JJ’s sexual escapades.  But you really hadn’t expected this.  The boy was an expert with his tongue, pulling moan after moan from your slack mouth.  His tongue traces intricate patterns overs you, and you grip at the cushion above your head when his fingers join his tongue.   ‘You like that, babe?’ he asks, murmuring against your core and sending vibrations surging to the burning knot in your stomach.  You groan, throwing your hand over your mouth and biting down on your fingers to suppress the noise.  His thumb brushes over the folds of your pussy and he looks up at you smugly, shooting you a wink.  Your eyes go wide as JJ slips two fingers into you, he tongue continuing to work on your clit.  His hands are rough and calloused but this only adds to the sensation as his fingers propel you towards your climax.  The fire in your abdomen is threatening to overspill and your face twists up in pleasure.  JJ watches you intently as he coaxes you over the brink.  Your body ignites as pure ecstacy washes over you in an intense wave, and you ride out your orgasm with your pussy flush against JJ’s dripping face.  He comes up grinning, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand as he clambers over you.  He captures your lips in his and you delight in the heady taste of yourself on his tongue.   You brush your hands over his boxers and he moans into your mouth as you make contact with his dick.  He’s straining against his boxers and nips at your bottom lip in response to your actions.  You run your finger along the inside of the waistband of his boxers and snap the elastic against his stomach.  You push at his boxers and stick out your lip.  He chuckles softly and moves so that he can pull them off.  You remove your own underwear, kicking them off your feet and sending them somewhere into the debris of the living room.  JJ takes your hand and pulls you into his lap.  You place a hand on each shoulder, lifting yourself onto him, and positioning yourself over his erection.  He grabs your hips suddenly, stopping you in your tracks.   ‘Are you sure you wanna do this?’ He asks, his eyes vulnerable all of a sudden, ‘I mean, with me?’ You can’t help but smile at his unexpected openness and you lean into him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. ‘Of course I am J,’ you whisper against his skin, ‘I don’t want anything else in the world.’   He seems satisfied with your answer because he begins to guide your hips down to meet his.  You sigh in euphoria as you sink onto him, resting your forehead against his as he fills you.   ‘Fuck.’ You move your hips forward and you both whimper when he shifts inside of you.  JJ’s hands don’t move from your hips as he helps you move back and forth on him and you can feel the knot growing in your stomach again.  JJ’s mouth falls open in a silent plea, his eyes not moving from yours as you ride him.  He thrusts up into you, meeting you halfway, and his eyes roll back as he reaches his climax.  His hand winds into your hair and his mouth finds the exposed skin of your neck, which he buries his moans in as he comes.  You follow closely behind, clenching around him as you ride out your second orgasm.   You collapse into each other, your chests heaving and JJ’s forehead is glistening with sweat.  You stay this way for what seems like an age, before a crack of thunder pulls you from your disorientated daze.  JJ reaches over the back of the sofa and produces his shirt, handing it to you to clean yourself up.  You look at it suspiciously but shrug.  You pull on your underwear and retrieve your sweater from the armchair on your way to the bathroom.  When you return, JJ has unfolded the sofabed, and is sprawled out in his boxers.  You poke him with your big toe, but he is completely passed out.  You laugh to yourself before you settle down beside him, wrapping yourself in a threadbare blanket and throwing some over him too.  You’re sure that at some point you feel an arm pull you in closer, and you smile in your sleep. The next morning you wake with a grin plastered on your face at the memory of the previous night.  But when you open your eyes you know in an instant that something isn’t right.  You turn to where JJ was sleeping and the other side of the sofa is empty and cold.  Your heart sinks and you scan the room for any sign of the boy.  The living room has been tidied, which catches you by surprise, and when you look towards the door you notice that his boots are gone.  You can’t shake the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and you’re annoyed to notice tears pricking in your eyes.  You feel played, and used, and like something is most definitely wrong.

[trashcanfangirl]

Hey! So, first of all, I really love your Elu stories. They are the cutest things ever! (well except Elu, sorry XD) And then I wanted to ask if you could write a story about how Chloé said that she is so mature because she has is dating an older guy, and one of Le Gang, maybe Basile, says the same about Lucas? And Chloé's reaction? Sorry, I know it's really long...

First of all,, THANK YOU SO MUCH (and yes I agree nothing beats Elu in cuteness UwU).

Secondly, I'm sorry sorry sorry I'm so sorry I'm suuuuper late with this one!

I hope you enjoy this one~

________________

Lucas watches in amazement as Arthur and Basile contest over who can drink a can of beer before the other. Arthur chugs his can down at a rate Lucas had never thought was possible, but Basile was somehow drinking his beer even faster.

Basile then slams his empty can down on the counter, followed by Arthur a second later. He then proceeds to choke and cough while Arthur slaps his back. Yann and Chloé laugh at the whole scenario.

"You guys are idiots," Lucas comments. "This is how people die at parties."

He shakes his head at their stupidity and continues drinking his own beer, at a slow, human rate.

"But you only live once, right?" Basile — who has now stopped choking, thanks to Arthur's efforts — replies.

"No. Not really. Haven you heard of the multiverse theory? There actually exist hundreds of other Lucases and Yanns and Basiles and Arthurs in different universes. Each of them are making a difference decision, each of them living their lives in a different way. So, in totality, you've actually lived as many paths as you wanted to take, when you had to make a choice in the end," Lucas concluded with a tight lipped smile.

The boys and Chloé stand perplexed, having heard such words from Lucas for the first time.

"Lucas I swear you act like such a sixty year old sometimes," Yann finally speaks.

"Yeah maybe because he's dating an older guy," Basile jokes.

"That would definitely explain the sudden maturity our Lulu has gained in the past few months," Yann says in agreement.

"Or it could also be due to the fact that he has been doing more adult stuff than usual-" Arthur chimes in but is cut short by a blushing Lucas

"Alright guys I think that's enough."

Lucas looks over at Chloé, who is wearing a knowing expression. A moment passes between them and she looks away. Another girl who looked about her age tapped her shoulder and Choé busies herself in conversation with her.

"Salut Lucas!"

Lucas turns around and stands face to face with Lucille, whose eyes are plastered with glitter and pastels.

Lucas manages a polite smile. Why did everything have to be deja vu today?

"Salut Lucille."

"I wasn't really expecting to see you here. I mean, don't get me wrong, but you don't seem a very party kind of guy to me," Lucille laughs, mockingly or in amusement, Lucas cannot tell.

In reality it was her whom Lucas wasn't expecting at that place. But maybe at some point she had befriended Daphy and managed to get herself invited to a party she barely knew anyone at.

Her eyes shift towards someone behind Lucas and she leaves with another smile in his direction. Lucas turns his head in curiosity and spots her chatting with some third year girl.

Maybe she did have more friends here than Lucas originally thought.

"Wasn't that Eliott's ex?" Basile says, placing his head on Lucas' shoulder.

"I see, you have stolen my spot Basile."

That raspy, angelic voice drifts down into Lucas' ears and he immediately shrugs Basile off.

Turning his head, he looks over at his boyfriend.

Wearing a handsome black shirt and white denims, Eliott was managing to look both casual and a supermodel all at once.

Like he always does, thinks Lucas.

"You really think I would find such a puny replacement for you Eliott?" Lucas says in a feigned offended voice.

Eliott opens his mouth, first to laugh, and then to lock his lips with Lucas and taste the aftermath of the party he'd been at for the past few hours.

The boys, as usual, cheer aloud as if this was their first kiss and not the thousandth.

Lucas breaks the kiss and sticks his tongue out towards the boys mockingly.

He then turns back to Eliott and continues kissing his boyfriend.

"Put that tongue to better use Lucas," Yann teases and tows the other two boys away with him, to give some space to Eliott and Lucas.

Lucas blushes at Yann's stupid comment and buries his face into Eliott's shoulder.

"He's right, you know. You should listen to your best friend's advice Lucas," Eliott speaks into Lucas' ear, with a teasing tone to his whisper.

Lucas looks up into Eliott's eyes and smiles wickedly.

"Follow me then," he says, grabbing Eliott's hand and leads him into the bathroom.

____________

well, well, well, maybe my smut habit would be hard to get rid of ;)

haha, anyways, I'm sorry i haven't been able to write much lately. I've got exams coming up and it's keeping me super busy.

Still, feel free to drop in prompts (related to Skam France, or any other remake). It will take me time to write, but I promise to complete all of them.

xo

[all-things-skam]

Elu prompt: eliott & Lucas having to be apart for 1 week of their 2 week Christmas break because eliott is going away with family & Lucas not feeling comfortable enough to join yet even though invited & he’s being all pouty & sad his bf has to leave. him being grumpy snappy pouty while eliott is away. Basile saying something like I really hope eliott comes back soon because you need to get laid. And maybe their reunion. But cuddly reunion not smut because Lucas just wants to be held by his bf

Title: The worse week of my life

Ship: Skam France | Lucas Lallemant and Eliot Demaury (Elu)

The holidays weren’t something Lucas particularly looked forward to anymore. When he was a kid, Christmas was fun. Lucas loved all the beautiful decorations and colorful lights. Every year, his parents would drive up to his grandma’s cabin on the 25th and Lucas would always sing along to all the carols until they there, excited to open all the presents.

The past Christmases have been very different and difficult for the Lallement family, replacing the carols by shouting matchs between Lucas’s parents and the car ride to his grandma’s by a long walk around Paris to get away from his parents. Last year’s hadn’t been much better, spent by himself at the coloc with Mika and Lisa whom he had only just met. Lucas felt like he was intruding their made-up family.

This Christmas was going to be different, it was going to be his first Christmas with Eliott and Lucas was really excited. He had already bought Eliott’s present and had Manon help him with the Christmas tree when Eliott announced him that he and his family were going to a resort in the south for the holidays and that Lucas was welcomed to join. While the offer was tempting - a whole week in the south, feet in the sand and sunbathing all day long with his boyfriend - Lucas had only met Eliott’s parents a couple times and he didn’t feel comfortable enough to join their family trip.

“Don’t act like I’m leaving for a whole year, it’s only one week.”

“One week is long, Eliott,” Lucas pointed out. “It’s seven days or 168 hours or 10 080 minutes or-”

The older boy cut him off with a kiss. “You sound like I’m going on a deserted island.” Eliott pressed his forehead against Lucas’s, thumb caressing his soft cheeks. “I promise to text you every day…and every night depending on the wifi at the resort. I’ll send you photos of me sunbathing with some fancy tropical drink or swimming with sharks and you’ll regret not coming with us.”

“Can you even swim with sharks there?”

Eliott shrugged. “I don’t know… That would be cool, wouldn’t it? Imagine Basile’s face if I were to post this in my Instagram story.” Lucas agreed. Basile would be so jealous. “And, if you ever need anything, I’m one phone call away.”

“You too. If you need me…I’ll pick up regardless the hour.”

“I know.” He gently pulled Lucas closer and gave him another kiss, this one not as sweet as the previous one, the younger boy’s grip on his hoodie tightening.

When they broke the kiss, Lucas buried his face in Eliott’s shirt, tears forming in his eyes as he took in his scent for one last time. “I don’t want you to go.”

To some, Lucas’s behavior was a bit dramatic. Eliott wasn’t leaving with the military for an undetermined time, he was only going on holiday with his parents for a [week]. But, to Lucas, who had suffered from terrible abandonment issues, having his first love leaving for week in a resort felt like a life time. It’s going to be the first time they would be so apart since the start of their relationship and it was very difficult for Lucas.

Eliott hugged his boyfriend tighter, in a way hoping it would forge his body with his so he would be able to take Lucas to the resort but, that’s not how it works. He pulled away and wiped Lucas’s tears, kissing the sadness off his face until it was time for Eliott and his parents to check in their bags, forcing them apart.

.

It was a difficult week for everyone.

On the 24th, Manon organized a Christmas dinner at her place for her neighbors and ex-flatmates, festive attire required. Emma joined in, he mother only coming home in the morning, along with Imane who, being muslim, doesn’t celebrate Christmas in her family but felt like sharing a good meal with her friend. And, Manon’s cooking was a delight.

Although Lucas was having fun with his friends, he still found himself moping and missing his boyfriend. Seeing this, Mika and the girls decided to cheer him up and bring out the alcohol and the strobe lights.

On Christmas day, Manon came over and they all exchanged gifts on the living room floor, still not having replaced the missing couch. To no one’s surprise, Mika being Mika, had filled a box with tons of packs of condoms and flavored lube and wrapped it for Lucas, not forgetting a pair of earplugs for Lisa who didn’t find the present amusing at all. Mika thought it was hilarious.

For the next two days, Lucas stayed in his room, watching Netflix and curling up in bed, mimicking his dear flatmate Lisa perfectly.

Saturday, Lucas and they boys hung out at Yann’s, trying out the new game he got for Christmas. While the boys were having fun, Lucas sat in the armchair, hood covering his hair, swallowed in Eliott’s black hoodie - it was difficult not to recognize it -, missing his boy like crazy.

Yann noticed his best friend being awfully quiet and he knew that something was up, in fact they all had noticed but no one dared to speak up. Lucas had been checking his phone every minutes in hope to see a text from Eliott but, nothing. Yann decided to take responsibly and moved over to Lucas’ side. “You alright? You’ve been quiet all day and it’s not like you. I know that Eliott’s been gone but, you still gotta cheer yourself up, you can’t sulk all day, bro.”

“I’m fine, Yann.”

“Lucas, I know how much you care for Eliott but, you can’t rely on him this much, not everything depends on him. It’s not healthy. I mean, just look at you, how long did you sleep last night? Have you eaten anything today?”

“Guys! Did I told you what Daphné got me for Christmas?”

“A BDSM kit and a whip to fulfil your dirty dream,” Arthur responded with a snicked, referring to a dream the curly haired boy told them earlier this year.

“No… No, she got me a book about Kamasutra, you know what it is? We’ve put it to practice and I didn’t know she was so…flexible, if you know what I mean,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

This made Lucas groan in frustration and disgust. He didn’t mind listening to his friends talk about sex but, Daphné and Basile’s sexual prowesses made him want to throw up. “Ugh, will you shut up? I don’t want to hear about you and Daphné’s sexual life.”

Basile snickered. “You’re just jealous because you have to use your left hand all week, Lulu.”

Lucas glared back at him and Yann kindly asked him to leave Lucas alone but Basile being Basile didn’t listen.

“Get over it. Eliott’s not on his deathbed, he’s on holiday with his family.” Arthur elbowed him in the ribs for his lack of tact. “Ow! What? It’s true. All he does is mope around and ignore us. I bet he hasn’t take off that damn hoodie since Eliott left. And, he’s been grumpy too. I really hope Eliott comes back soon because you need to get laid.”

.

After a lot of pressure from Daphné, Basile had given in and hosted a New Year party at his place. His parents were out of town for the night so it was perfect.

“Too bad Eliott couldn’t make it for the party.” Arthur handed the joint to Lucas who took a drag, drowning his sorrows with weed. He knew it wasn’t the right way to cope but, he was missing his boyfriend terribly and alcohol and weed were the only things Lucas ever used to cope.

“He’s flying home tomorrow, right?” Yann asked, just to be sure.

Lucas nodded, releasing the smoke.

Everyone began to leave one at a time. It was first Basile who got distracted by Daphné. Then, it was Yann, who saw Chloé walk in and he couldn’t just sit back and watch. Eventually, even Arthur got up, getting bored of just sitting in one place and ventured out to find someone to share a New Year’s kiss with. That left Lucas alone on the couch, sipping his beer quietly. It had been the worst possible Christmas break and, at this point, he just wanted to curl up in his bed and sleep in hope tomorrow would come faster.

Seeing him alone, Imane came over to keep him company, hoping to cheer him up a bit. She knew how it felt to be left out and feel alone at parties. Despite the weed and couple beers, Lucas was still coherent. Imane could feel it in his voice that he was getting tipsy as she listened to her lab partner ramble about Eliott.

Lucas was telling Imane about that one time Eliott almost burned down the appartement when trying to cook Lucas a nice surprise dinner when a weight dropped behind him on the arm of the couch, creating a shadow over him. He was about to tell the person to find another seat when a smile formed on Imane’s lips, seeing something Lucas hadn’t. Curious, Lucas whirled around and, he was shook.

“You really thought I’d miss our first new year kiss?” Eliott said with raising eyebrows, a grin on his lips.

Without saying anything, Lucas flung himself in Eliott’s arms, hugging him so tight Eliott could barely breathe. He had missed him so much. Eliott hugged back, kissing Lucas’s face all over, keeping his lips for last.

Imane smiled, they were adorable.

[sunsetscurving]

CHASING STARS

Ch. 11

ao3 link

In a world where reincarnation is common and expected, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.

But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.

Something. Or someone.

When Lucas finally woke up again, he was alone, wrapped tightly in a blanket which faintly smelled of something familiar and was still warm from another body. As Lucas opened his eyes slowly, the memories of the past night came rushing in so fast and heavy, that he shut his eyes tight again, wanting to treasure this moment of peace while being wrapped into Eliott’s blanket and his scent in general.

Eliott didn’t ask any question as Lucas just cuddled into him.

He was just there, taking care of Lucas and chasing away the nightmares with his tight embrace.

How the fuck am I supposed to sleep alone again after this?

Eventually, Lucas opened his eyes again, the sun already high in the sky. It had to be around noon and his phone was probably blowing up with notifications and new messages by now. But all he cared for right now was where Eliott was and why fate decided it wasn’t suitable for Lucas to wake up next to him.

Suddenly, Lucas heard some sort of music from the kitchen.

If you could even call this noise music.

He stood up, wrapping the blanket around himself and walked slowly through the hallway towards the kitchen, the music getting louder with every step he took.

And when he arrived at the doorstep of the kitchen, a wide and bright smile was spreading over Lucas’ face.

Eliott was making breakfast.

Well, at least he tried.

The toast he saw on the counter was burnt and the egg in the pan didn’t look so well either. But that was not the thing that made Lucas smile in the first place.

No, it was the way Eliott made breakfast.

He made breakfast while dancing around the whole room. He was so into the music, which Lucas now recognized as some kind of Dubstep, that he didn’t even realize Lucas standing there, watching the other boy swirl around to the steady beat, having a good time by himself. A smile was on Eliott’s face, silently mouthing the sounds with his mouth along with the music. He was still only wearing these boxers and this shirt and damn, was it even allowed to look that good? His hair was sticking out all around his head and Lucas couldn’t even remember a moment which made him smile this much, which made his insides warming up this much.

Lucas slightly shivered.

If someone would ask Lucas when he fell for Eliott, he would always recall this very moment where he was sure that he was in love with Eliott Demaury.

“You listen to Dubstep?”, asked Lucas a little bit loudly over the music, chuckling quietly as he Eliott swirled around and nearly stumbled over his own feet as he saw Lucas standing in the doorway. Eliott turned down the volume immediately, his cheeks surprisingly starting to redden.

Gosh, this is so fucking cute.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to recognize your fine dancing skills.”

Eliott and Lucas laughed unison and Eliott took some steps towards Lucas, looking down on him as he was standing in front of him. If he was kind of embarrassed because they literally cuddled all night long without a real reason to do so, he didn’t show it and Lucas was very grateful for that.

“How are you feeling?”, asked Eliott quietly and the kindness in his voice and the way he looked down at Lucas, made Lucas feel all the things.

“Better, I guess.”

“Good”, said Eliott and the smile on the other boy’s face made Lucas smile too. The events from the past night were quite distant by now, everything that happened seemed like some bad dream or something from a movie. And Lucas didn’t want to continue thinking about it anymore – he had other things to think about, positive things. Like Eliott.

“Would you like to have some breakfast? I—”

Eliott turned around and froze as he saw the “mess” he made with the burned toast and the weird-looking scrambled eggs in the pan which were slowly but surely starting to have some kind of black color too.

Eliott sighed dramatically and Lucas huffed a laugh.

“I really wanted to be a gentleman and make some breakfast for you. But the last time I properly cooked, I burnt the kitchen down.”

Lucas was really holding himself back to not laugh out loud.

“I appreciate your effort”, said Lucas with a grin on his lips and laid a hand on Eliott’s arm. And Eliott smiled this beautiful smile again which made his knees go weak. Suddenly, Lucas’ phone ringed with a new message. He left it on the hallway last night and got it from there before returning to Eliott. He sighed deeply after reading the message.

“My dad wants me to come home now”, said Lucas quietly and gave Eliott an apologetic look. But Eliott only nodded, looking over his shoulder.

“Perfect excuse to flee from my delicious breakfast.”

Lucas halted and started to protest but Eliott only laughed, silencing him with that.

“I’m joking. Of course your parents want to see you.”

“I’m sorry…”

Eliott shook his head.

“Don’t be.”

“I…” Lucas didn’t know how to start.

“I just want to thank you. Again. For everything”, Lucas said quietly, quiet satisfied with his words but it still wasn’t enough.

“I would always do it like that again”, said Eliott with a serious voice, Lucas believing him every word and his heart was beating faster at that. Eliott was still taking another step towards Lucas, the scent of him and the presence of his body so close to his own making Lucas go dizzy.

“I don’t regret any decision. I don’t regret coming to that party, I don’t regret drinking with your friends, I don’t regret dancing with you and I don’t regret staying behind to get you and to hold you while you were sleeping. So don’t think that I only did it because I thought you wanted me to. I did because I wanted to do it.”

Lucas couldn’t say anything at all. He was speechless. A very rare occasion, to be honest.

And before he could overthink it, he was standing in Eliott’s arm, hugging him and snuggling into his chest. It felt right at that very moment. It felt right because Eliott apparently was feeling familiar things when being around Lucas. It felt right because Lucas felt safe in his arms, words not being enough of how thankful he was for the very fact that he came into his life like some kind of thunderstorm. Eliott didn’t wait a single second before laying his arms around Lucas.

Don’t make me fall even harder for you than I already did, Eliott.

But it was too late for Lucas anyway.

.

The next days passed and Lucas was under really high protection.

His parents didn’t allow him to leave the house after it went dark, at least not alone. His parents, and also Lucas, were still slightly shocked about everything that happened. Lucas actually wanted to talk with them about the attack, discussing how what they should do now or how they could prevent something like this from happening again. But his parents kept their opinions and their words to themselves, processing the events on their own. Their only reaction was to keep an eye on Lucas the whole time, forbidding to go out at night without even telling him what they knew of this attack. So he also kept his feelings to himself too, only talking with his friends about the events.

But no one was there with them as Lucas lost it, panic so intense in his body, that he couldn’t even breath for some minutes. No one understood what had happened back there.

No one but Eliott.

He really wanted to see Eliott, to talk with him. He wanted to be in his arms again and feel as safe as he felt back then on the couch with only an inch between the two of them. He wanted to see him dancing to this dumb dubstep music again and he wanted to hold his hand, their fingers fitting together perfectly.

But instead of messaging Eliott, Lucas kept dreaming about leaving his golden castle for one night, spending time with Eliott. All of that while being too afraid to message the other boy because he didn’t want to be some kind of annoying.

y4z4s: anyone up for drinking some beers at my place?

basile_simple: when where how

monvoisintuturo: you could at least try to hide your excitement, bas

Lucas was laying in his bed, his usual place since that mess happened, staring at his screen and the messages from his group chat. He sighed deeply as he typed a reply, desperately wishing that his parents wouldn’t occupy him 24/7. Sneaking out had been easy in the past, but it was unthinkable right now.

lucallemant: I’m still under protection

y4z4s: oh c’mon lulu, it’s been a week

lucallemant: tell this to my parents, yann

basile_simple: mec, we’ll drink a beer for you

lucallemant: how heroic of you, basile

monvoisintuturo: another topic: has eliott messaged you recently?

Lucas looked up from his phone. Since he told his friends that Eliott kind of saved his life, they literally formed an “Eliott-Demaury-Fanclub” and under different circumstances, Lucas being more than a friend for Eliott, he would be very happy about all of this and the acceptance his friends finally had for Eliott. But Lucas was still not sure about Eliott’s feelings towards him, afraid, that he misinterpreted the signs between them, that he interpreted too much in all of this. His friends, on the contrary, were one hundred percent sure, that Eliott was totally into Lucas. And Lucas secretly hoped, that they were right.

lucallemant: nope

monvoisintuturo: have YOU messaged him?

lucallemant: nope again

basile_simple: lulu, you should definitely message him and ask him out. he’s probably losing his mind because he’s missing his bby

lucallemant: and then he can save me from my lonely tower or what? I’m still not allowed to leave the house, if you forgot about that

y4z4s: then you need to find another way

Suddenly, his phone vibrated with another message and his heart stopped to beat for a moment.

lucallemant: he just sent me a message

basile_simple: HA THE LOVE MASTER WAS RIGHT AGAIN

monvoisintuturo: what did he wrote?

y4z4s: aw, eli misses his boy

I think it was better when they hated him.

lucallemant: I’m gonna update you later

basile_simple: GO GET YOUR BOY

Lucas took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening the message from Eliott. This boy had such a strong effect on him, it was not even normal anymore.

srodulv: hey biker boy ;)

lucallemant: hey hero

srodulv: oh, from stranger to hero, that’s what I call development

Lucas quietly chuckled to himself. The sun was slowly setting and another days was over where he just sat around in his room, his only adventure the way from his room to the fridge and back.

srodulv: you up for an adventure with your hero?

lucallemant: an adventure?

srodulv: I would like to kidnap you

lucallemant: I actually have enough from these kind of adventures

srodulv: come on, it will be fun – you’ll love it

Time with him alone. Something like a date. Only Eliott and him.

This is what dreams are made of.

But then Lucas remembered some tiny, little problem.

lucallemant: my parents forbit me to leave the house at night because of reasons you know

srodulv: oh

Lucas never thought that you could feel so many emotions through only one word.

srodulv: can’t you sneak out?

lucallemant: they’ll know

srodulv: you are surely not allowed to be out at night ALONE, right?

lucallemant: yeah, why?

srodulv: because when I’m picking you up from your house, you won’t be out alone

Lucas had to grin. Eliott was right – Lucas could just bent the rules a little bit.

This could actually work.

lucallemant: when will you be here?

srodulv: look outside

Lucas frowned, nearly falling out of his bed while trying to get to his window as fast as possible. As he drew the curtains aside, his jaw literally dropped. There was a car in front of his house and a tall and slender figure was leaning against it, the hood hiding his messy hair but not the grin on his lips as he looked up to Lucas now, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

And Lucas was grinning now too.

lucallemant: how did you know I wouldn’t say no?

srodulv: I just hoped so

lucallemant: I’ll be there in a second

Lucas never got dressed this quickly, throwing his Romance hoodie over himself and nearly tripping over his feet, as he made his way over to his own balcony. He usually never sneaked out this way but drastic times asked for drastic measures. He took a deep breath, aware, that Eliott was watching him the whole time, while Lucas started to climb down the ivory twine which was thankfully all over the façade of his whole house. He surprisingly didn’t had any difficulties getting down, the adrenaline rushing through his veins by the thought of being alone with Eliott. He jumped down the last few meters and suddenly felt hands on his waist, catching him slightly.

Lucas’ heart skipped a beat as he turned around, taking in Eliott who looked fucking hot again.

Is it even allowed to look this good?

“Are you ready for our little adventure?”, asked Eliott quietly into the tiny space between the two of them. And Lucas could only nod, a smile slowly spreading over his whole face.

“Let’s go.”

.

“No fucking way, Eliott Demaury.”

“Oh c’mon Lucas, it’s gonna be a lot of fun. You’ll love it.”

“Now I know how you murder people – you’re bringing them here and then they kill themselves by accident.”

“You can really be a dramatic little bitch.”

Lucas huffed a laugh while staring at the roller skate track in front of him, the music loud and the people dancing on while driving round after round on their roller skates. But Lucas had no fucking clue how to stand on these things, which were dangling from his hands, in the first place. He had to admit that he always wanted to try it, being a sucker for adrenaline and for everything connected to speed. But Eliott couldn’t possible know this and Lucas never tried it at all so…

“I’ll hold you, I promise.”

Lucas sighed and turned his head to Eliott who was grinning at him with light in his eyes.

The fucker knows which strings to pull.

“Okay”, said Lucas now with a resigned sigh, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Lucas was not sure if he imagined it but it looked like Eliott made a little jump, excitement really clear on his face. And it made Lucas’ heart skip a beat to see the other boy so happy.

Lucas pulled on the shoes, Eliott being way quicker and it took him a lot of time to even stand up from his sitting position these devils on his feet. He slowly made his way to the entrance of the track, Eliott holding his hand the whole time while being fucking graceful on his roller skates as if he was born with them. And Lucas must have looked like a little kid who just tried to walk for the first time next to him.

Lucas stood at the entrance of the track for some seconds, his heart beating fast as he saw all the people rushing past them, being all safe on their roller skates.

“Eliott, I cannot—”

“You can. Trust me. I’ll catch you.”

Lucas looked over to Eliott now and the reassuring look in his eyes made him brave, made him sure that this was going to end well.

And after Lucas took a deep breath, Eliott was slowly pulling him onto the track, clutching his hand the whole time.

The first few meters were hell for Lucas. He had the feeling to fall down at any moment and he probably would have been on the ground numerous times by now if Eliott hadn’t been there. But he was. And he never let go of Lucas’ hand, speaking reassuring words and encouraging Lucas to keep going. He was very gentle, maneuvering him through the crowd of people having fun on the tracks. But for Lucas, it was like they were alone in this hall, just the two of them, feeling safe around the other one.

“Lucas?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re driving on your own.”

“What?!”

Lucas hadn’t realized that Eliott had let go of his hand after some time, Lucas moving on his own, driving on the roller skates and with the flow of the other people. And Eliott was driving next to him, a big smile on his face and something like pride in his gaze. And Lucas felt like cheering.

But his sudden mood change weren’t that good for his balance.

“Eliott!”

Lucas lost balance, stumbling as he tried to gain it back but he couldn’t find it anymore and was about to fall down backwards. But Eliott was there, again, catching him and holding him gently but tightly in his arms, making sure that he was okay with one quick glance over his body. The music was loud, the beat throbbing in Lucas’ head but he could still hear his rapid heartbeat over all the noise, looking straight into Eliott’s eyes.

“Should we quit for today?”, asked Eliott gently, his gaze all soft.

And Lucas started to grin, shaking his head.

“I ‘m just getting started.”

.

“This was fucking amazing”, said Lucas with a laugh, his hands buried into the pockets of his hoodie. They had spent several hours in the roller skate hall and Lucas nearly forgot the time and everything around him, like he always did when he was with Eliott. They were on their way back to Eliott’s car now, the moon high on the sky, shining down on them.

Eliott laughed his beautiful laugh, making Lucas’ smile even more.

“I knew that you would like it. You’ve always been a sucker for things like this.”

At this, Lucas frowned slightly.

“How do you know this? I haven’t told you about it yet.”

Eliott stopped in his tracks for a moment, seeming to think about what he just said. Lucas was not able to see his impression since Eliott’s back was turned towards him. But instead of being confused, Eliott looked over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“You’re flirting with poles while biking, coming out of it with a wound and you still keep biking. If your need for adrenaline isn’t obvious, I don’t know what is.”

Lucas laughed and looked down, being slightly embarrassed by the fact that this was Eliott’s and his second real conversation, the other boy still talking about it.

They were still some meters away from the car, when a lightning stretched over the sky and thunder could be heard in the distance. Lucas looked up, squinting slightly.

“Oh, I think it’s going to rain s—”

And before he could even finish his sentence, the sky was opening up. Eliott stared at Lucas and Lucas stared at Eliott and they both started to laugh loudly, shifting towards each other as if they were two sides of a magnet.

“We should probably run back to the car”, said Eliott with a laugh, standing close to Lucas while saying so and turned around, ready to go.

But Lucas laid a hand on Eliott’s wrist, holding him back from walking away.

This is it.

Lucas looked into Eliott’s eyes, both of them already wet to their bones from the rain. The drops were running down Eliott’s and Lucas’ face, blinding his sight slightly. But Lucas didn’t care. He only cared for the boy in front of him, for the light in his eyes and the smile on his lips and his slightly pink-tinted cheeks and the way he held Lucas on the roller skate track and the way he picked him up from his golden prison and how he saved his life and…

Lucas didn’t want to wait anymore.

Lucas would be brave now.

And in the next second, their lips were crushing together.

Lucas felt that Eliott wanted all of this as much as he wanted it. He felt it in the way the other boy’s arms wrapped around Lucas immediately, in the way Eliott kissed the fucking life out of him, in the way he could feel Eliott smiling at his lips, as if had waited all the time for this exact moment.

As did Lucas.

Lucas’ eyes were closed the whole time, his body flooded with happiness and joy and…

Oh my fucking god.

Lucas’ eyes opened rapidly during the kiss, their lips still locked while Lucas’ mind was suddenly flooded with pictures and moments and memories and…

Everything shifted into place.

It’s him.

And suddenly, he remembered.

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: Cant help falling in love (8/?) Part 2.

Here it is.. part 2 of chapter 8... is that really Logans mom? How does Ellies dad react to the news she is married to Colt??? You can catch up HERE. And as always, if you want to be added to the tags, drop me a line.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

“Riya! Damnit.” Ellie gasped, Riya instantly cupping her mouth. Ellie Stood making her way over to her father.

Colt stood behind Logan,  schock written all over his face at the series of events. Riya just announced to everyone that He and Ellie were married. Her father being an ex cop, was probably about to kill him, sure he had a gun or two, or three laying around. And did Logan just say Mom?

Logan stood there, completely stunned, baked beans covering his shoes.  Was he imagining things? Because the woman standing there next to Ellie's dad looked an awful lot like his mother.  He remembered seeing her when the foster parents would bring him to the jail to visit. That all changed when he got sent to live with a shitty set and he ran away, never looking back.

“Logan? Logan is that you?” Sally spoke, tears in her eyes.

Frank looked between the two, dumbfounded. Of all the women in the world he would fall for, he had to pick the one who was possibly the father of his grandchild, and an ex criminal. His eyes darted past Logan and locked right onto Colt, who stood frozen in place. “You!” He seethed, Pointing a finger at him. “Oh shit.” Colt quickly placed the pan he was holding down on the table and took off into the house.

“Oh no you dont, get back here.” Frank took off running after him, coleslaw dripping from his pants. “Dad, wait.” Ellie followed the two into the house. “Dad, just wait. You don't understand.” He froze in place “what don't I understand? How you ended up married to him,” He pointed to Colt who stood at the door. “Because that I don't understand.  How did this happen? When did this happen?”

“6 years ago. In vegas.” Her dad's eyes went wide. “iIt was the night before, well everything went down with the brotherhood.” Her dad slumped down on the couch, the feelings of that time crashing down on him. “She asked for an annulment Mr Martin. This isn't Ellies fault, I didn't file it. If you want to blame anyone, blame me, not her.” Colt stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers.

Her dad let out a long sigh “Well, at least if He's Lucas father, you'll be married.” Ellie closed her eyes “I'm filing for divorce.” Her dads face reddened. “Colt,  why don't you go outside and help out. I need a word with my daughter.” Colt hesitated, waiting for her command. She was his queen, she would always be his queen no matter what, and he would do anything she asked of him, but he wouldn't willingly divorce her. “Go ahead colt.”  He nodded walking back out to the back yard, leaving Ellie and her dad to have a serious discussion.

Logan blinked, stunned. “What. How did you.” He couldn't form the words.  

“Logan, I have been looking for you ever since i got out of jail.” Colt stopped immediately, backing up a pace to hear what was going on. “Oh really? And when was that? Because it seems you haven't done a great job of it.” Logan stood arms folded.  “well, there wasn't much of a trail to follow, you stayed pretty well hidden. The last bit of information I got you were in California, so I came out here.” Logan stared at her, still in Shock that his mother was there. “Can we talk? Please Logan, you have no idea how long I have been waiting to see you.” Logan nodded and the two walked off alone.  

Colt looked over to where toby and Luca were sitting at the kiddie pool, he walked over “Hey squirt, why the long face?”  “Is grampy mad at you?” she sniffled. “No, he's not mad at me sweetie. Everything is ok.” he assured her. “Hey Colt, um aunt Riya said you and mommy are married. Does that mean you're my daddy?”

"Eliana Renne Martin, what the hell do you mean you're filing for divorce?" Frank shouted. "Dad, calm down." "I thought you would be more mad at the fact Ive been married for 6 years and didn't tell you."

"Dont rock the boat Ellie. What is your reasoning for divorcing? Our family does not divorce, trust me it would have been easier to divorce your mother when she got bad, but I didnt did I?"

"No. You didnt. I just, dad we were 18 and 19, we were young and uncertain if we would be in jail or dead." Her father shutteres at the memory.

"I cant talk to you about this. I think youre makimg a huge mistake, but youre my daughter and I love you. Just please, please think about it."

Colt stood there in Shock,  not sure how to handle or answer it. He was relieved when he seen Ellie come out of the house, luckily she was headed right for them. “What's going on?” She noticed the uncertain look on Colts face. “Someone heard the announcement, and has a question.” Ellie looked down at her daughter “Mommy, if you're married to Colt, does that mean he's my daddy?” Her eyes went wide, she looked between the two,she had no idea how to answer without generating a lot more questions. “Well, sweetie i'm not sure. But how about, how about you go to see what grampy is doing ok?” Luca nodded and walked away, they look on her face told her this wasn't the last she would hear about it.

“Im sorry el, She just came out of nowhere. I didn't know what to say.” Colt ran his hand over his face. “Its ok. I didn't either. Lets just hope we get these results back soon. So we know for sure.”  Ellie looked over at Logan sitting by himself, a beer in hand. “I should probably go check in on him.” Colt nodded as she walked away.

“Mind some company?” He looked up, and patted the seat next to him. “So. I guess you heard my mom is dating your dad.” he snorted.

“I heard something like that. How crazy is that?” he let out a half hearted laugh. “But seriously, how are you handling it?”

“I don't know. I'm kind of excited to finally have my mom around. On the other hand, i'm scared.”

Logan told her how his mom was in a car with his dad and a friend. She had been dating him for a little while and they stopped at a bank, his dad apparently robbed it and she was locked up as an accessory. When she got out finally Logan had ran away from foster care and hid himself pretty well. “I guess It's nice to not be alone anymore.” Ellie grabbed his hand “hey, you're not alone. All these people here, the crew, me, Luca. We're you family. You haven't been alone because wherever you go, were with u. Right here.” She placed her hand on his heart. “Thanks Ellie. The same goes for me. I'll always be there for you, no matter what.” He kissed her cheek, and walked over to where Mona and Ximena were standing.

Ellie sat there watching her dad and Sally talk, for a few minutes before hugging and kissing. She turned her head, not wanting to see that. She wondered if her dad knew about Sallys past. She seemed like a very nice woman, and she had not seen her dad so happy. Not in a long time, not since before her mother died. She learned years ago not to judge a book by its cover, so she would give her the benefit of the doubt. If she hurt Logan, she would hunt her down and handle her, herself.  

The day went on, the drama of day seemed to fade away, and everyone ate and were enjoying themselves.  They had a corn hole tournament going on in one corner. Toby lounged in Lucas swimming pool, buzzed and sunburnt, but happy as hell. Logan and Mona were on one team, while Ximena and Darius were on another. Stacie, and Sally sat around watching them.

Colt relaxed in a lounge chair, Luca asleep in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. “You're seriously holding her while she sleeps?” Colt chuckled “well Logan was holding her,  he passed her off to me when it was his turn in Corn hole. She just, fell asleep.” Ellie shook her head. “Suns starting to set, we should probably wake her soon so we can head over to the field and see the fireworks.”  “yeah, my arms dead, so sounds good to me.”

“Luca honey, time to wake up.” Ellie stroked her hair. She started to stir a bit. “He squirt, it's almost time for fireworks. Get up.” Lucas eyes fluttered open. “Can I have some ice cream?” she spoke with a yawn. “Yup. Come on, I'll take you.” Colt stood shaking the sleep from his arm as they disappeared into the house.

Riya slid up next to her. “Watching those two fawn all over Luca has got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” Ellie's mouth flew open. “Ri, you're married and have a son.”

“I know. But seriously, I'm not even sure why you want to divorce Colt. He's clearly still in love with you. Unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you want to be with Logan instead.” Riya waggled her eyes at her.

“I don't know what I want. It's just the right thing to do, divorcing colt. We were so young.”

She rolled her eyes “Whatever you say Ellie.”

“Are you Drunk Riya? And where is Marcus?”

“Mayyyybeeeee.” She giggled. “Dare set the pack n play up in the house, hes sleeping mom sheesh.” Ellie playfully pushed Riyas arm.

They headed out to the field to watch the fireworks display. Toby playing music to go with the show. “Uncle Logie, dance with me.” Luca stood up yanking on his shirt. “Oh sweetie, Stacie asked me to dance first.” Luca puffed out her bottom lip “Ok.” she turned to walk away “Lulu wait. Of course I'll dance with you. Stacie said its ok.” Luca beamed as Logan spun her around. Countless awes coming from the women watching. “Logan is such a good dancer.” Ellie sighed as she watch him float across the black top with her daughter.  

Colt cocked his brow. “Hey. I remember us having some pretty good moves.”

“Of course we did. Are you. Are you Jealous Colt?” she eyed him suspiciously.

“Dance with me Ellie.” she smirked taking his hand. “Oh I guess For old times sakes.”  the song changed as Colt pulled her closer. “You remember this song?”

“How could I forget it.”

Her mind went back to that night in Vegas.

*****

Ellie stood in the empty room, her shaking hands flattened the front of the short white dress she picked up at chapel boutique. Under better circumstances she would have had her father there to give her away, Riya as her maid of honor. She would have spent months picking out her flowers, the dress, the colors, food. But this right here, was what she wanted to do in the moment. Not knowing what the next day would hold. Would she be in jail, dead? She wanted to experience getting married,  she loved Colt, and Colt Loved her. A knock came at the door. “You ready sugar?” An older lady dressed in a tight patent leather dress asked her as she handed her a bouquet.

Ellie nodded as she stepped out of the room. A soft melody began to play as she stepped onto the aisle runner, her eyes locking with Colts.

His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her. He looked handsome wearing a black suit, he fidgeted with his fingers, anxious to take her hands in his. She stood before him, as they joined hands. “Ellie, you are breathtaking.” his voice cracked with emotion,  making her tear up. “You look so handsome Colt.”

They turned towards the officiant, dressed head to toe like Elvis. “Dearly Beloved. Uh huh. We are gathered here today to join these two hearts together.” They tried to stifle their laughter, quickly composing themselves. “Do you Colton Take Eliana to be your wife?” Colt slid the ring on her finger “I do.”

“And do you Eliana take Colton to be your Husband?” She slid the ring onto his finger “I do.”

“By the state of Nevada and the King, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride. Uh huh.” He shifted his hips in true Elvis fashion. As Colt took her in his arms, their lips meeting in a sensual, sweet kiss.

They shared a first dance, in the chapel. Colt pulling her close to him.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.

“You know. I think the king was onto something with this song.” Colt smirked. “Oh? And what's that Mr Kaneko?”

“I couldn't help falling in love with you, Mrs Kaneko.”

*****

“I wish you would reconsider the divorce El.” Colts words pulling her from the memory.

Take my hand, take my whole life too. But I can't help, falling in love with you.

“Colt. It's just the right thing to do.”

“the right thing for who? Because I still Love you Ellie. Can you honestly say you don't still Love me?” She stared at him for a moment,  stunned. “I… I…” A loud boom went off above them, Luca came running up “Mommy. Mommy. Its starting.” She grabbed her hand “come on Colt, sit with us.” Her free hand grabbing his.

The next morning Ellie drove into town, she entered the building and stood in line. Her mind swirling from the night before, the dance with Colt, watching Logan dance with Luca. She was so confused, so lost. “Next.” She heard the woman call out. She walked up the desk

“How can I help you?”

She took a deep breath. “I need to file for divorce.”

Tag:

Permatag

@kennaxval @hopefulmoonobject @crookedslimecreatorpasta @be-still-my-aching-heart @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @riseandshinelittleblossom @cocomaxley @bobasheebaby @ownworldresident @cordoniaqueensworld @indiacater @blackcatkita @darley1101

ROD

@daniv2278 @brightpinkpeppercorn @lovehugsandcandy @going-down-downtown @mercyparkcrew @emichelle @annekebbphotography @powdesiree0816 @walkerismychoice @yesivefallenpreytothechoicestrap @zaira-oh-zaira @sweetest-marbear @simsvetements @zaffrenotes @professorortegasstudent @akrenich @ifyouseekheart @client-327 @choicelogansbitch @choicesarehard @paisleylovergirl @itskismetbb @itsmarleen @rhischoicesfanfics @distinguishedsaladoperawinner @iplaydrake @coffeebeandragon @jasidu2

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours AU Part 7 Noises

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Friday 16:46

Eliott and Lucas were together for more than a week now, enjoying their domestic love life. They watched movies together, drank beer, listened to music, watched each other work and all sorts of stuff. They agreed on that Eliott is not allowed to cook anything in the kitchen, so he mostly washed the dishes, which was fun, because Lucas always helped, which meant that they ended up with wet shirts, laughing at each other. 

Everything seemed to be perfect, Eliott have never been happier before, he felt safe, he felt like he was normal as every other person, having a partner who cares about him. This feeling lead him to the conclusion that he doesn’t need his meds anymore, and he felt okay without them too so far. 

They were so busy with work and each other in the last week, that they didn’t really had time to meet Lucas’ friends or even Lucille. Eliott really wanted her to meet Lucas, because she was his best friend, but he was afraid that she would tell Lucas about his anxiety and depression, which would be ruining everything. So he agreed on meeting the boys first, they will have time to hang out with Lucille and she must be busy with college anyways. 

Friday morning was perfect, waking up in each other’s arms, spending hours in bed just kissing, cuddling and whispering nice things to each other. Then they had breakfast, Lucas was practicing on the piano, while Eliott worked on his projects. He barely went home to his own apartment, so he had his laptop and art supplies on Lucas’ coffee table. He loved to sit on the couch, listening to the nice piano melody as he worked, it was calming, helped him relax and focus on his work. 

After lunch they decided to watch a movie, Eliott picked Love, Simon and oh, boy! They were both wiping off tears at the end. The whole thing was beautiful, moving, interesting and just so real. Eliott leaned his head on Lucas’ lap, burying his face into his boyfriend’s stomach, still sobbing. Lucas smiled softly, stroking his hair gently. Eliott seemed to be more emotional about it than him and that was just so cute. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly after long minutes of silence. Eliott slowly turned his head, looking at Lucas, eyes red, shining because of the tears. Lucas put his hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away with his thumb. “You need anything?”

“I’m fine.” he mumbled and smiled a little, kissing Lucas’ palm and placing his hand on his, gently. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you.” 

Lucas’ heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out. Eliott always said sweet and romantic stuff, but he just couldn’t get used to it. He was the lucky one in this situation. Eliott was a funny, beautiful, talented person, while Lucas was just an unknown musician, who also worked at a coffee shop. The perfect definition of boring. He would have never thought someone like Eliott would want to be part of his life. It was too good to be true.

“We are both lucky to have each other.” he said softly, planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “We have a few more hours before meeting the boys, what should we do?” 

“I’m not sure.” Eliott mumbled, drawing circles with his finger on Lucas’ arm. “I kinda want to just nap like this.” 

Lucas chuckled, stroking his cheek gently. His boyfriend was just the softest and he enjoyed moments like this. They didn’t needed to have passionate kissing in the kitchen or wild sex in the bedroom all the time, soft moments like these meant the world to him, because it just made him happy. Growing up with a selfish father and a mentally ill mother was tough. He never had the chance to feel totally comfortable in his skin, being fully himself, feeling loved and accepted by someone so unique as Eliott. This was just beyond his dreams.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll watch something on the TV and you can sleep.” he said smiling, looking for the remote. Eliott smiled happily, moving his body into a comfortable position, leaning his head close to Lucas’ torso, so he can smell him while sleeping. 

Friday 18:08

Eliott had a long nap, it was Lucas who gently shook his shoulders, waking him up, they had 20 minutes to get ready and meet the boys. It wasn’t easy, since Lucas also fell asleep a little as he watched the TV, storking Eliott’s hair. They washed their face, Lucas fixed his hair, changed from their indoor clothings to something more suitable for going out. 

They left Lucas’ apartment and walked to the bus station. Eliott felt nervous and kept holding his boyfriend’s hand. He had no idea where they will be going, Lucas just said, the boys wanna go out tonight and asked him if he wants to join, so he decided to bring Eliott with him. Of course he agreed, since he really wanted Lucas’ friends to like him, it was essential for a working relationship. 

When they arrived, the heavy feeling in Eliott’s stomach didn’t go away. The boys were waiting in front of a pub, it wasn’t full of people, but it was really early friday night. Basile, Arthur and Yann seemed excited, so did Lucas, that’s why Eliott didn’t say anything, just pretended he was fine, squeezing Lucas’ hand as they stopped in front of the guys.

“So... you guys, this is Eliott. And he is my boyfriend.” Lucas said proudly, with a big smirk on his face. Eliott couldn’t help but smile too, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek, wrapping his arm around his waist, gently pulling him closer. 

“Hey guys.” he mumbled with a shy smile. The boys made loud noises, clapped and jumped in happiness, then each of them introduced themselves to Eliott. Basile even hugged him, which felt just a tiny bit uncomfortable, but he would never push away a friend of Lucas.

“It’s really nice to meet you, dude. Our little Lulu needed a boyfriend so badly.” Yann said with a wide smirk, which made Lucas roll his eyes. Eliott chuckled. 

“I think we both needed each other.” he said, pulling Lucas closer, kissing his neck softly, leaning his head on his shoulder after. Lucas smiled, stroking his boyfriend’s face, stealing a kiss on the lips before turning back to his friends. 

“Let’s go inside now. We have the whole night to spend together.” he said, which made the boys excited again.

They walked inside, everyone seemed to be happy, Lucas talked to his friends, laughing, teasing each other. They always tried to make Eliott talk, who had a really hard time hiding his insecurity. The pub was almost full and people kept coming, the music wasn’t too loud, but it was pounding in the air. They stood at the bar, talking and drinking. People were coming and going around them, Eliott tried to ignore the world around himself, focusing only on Lucas, so he won’t freak out. He couldn’t ruin this perfect moment and ashame himself and Lucas in front of his friends and a pub full of people.

First his method helped, he only asked for a diet coke, making sure he’s not putting alcohol in his body. It just made things worse. He was always close to Lucas, burying his face in his neck, kissing his skin, but he didn’t wanted to be too clingy, though it seemed not to bother Lucas’ friends. 

They were like this for a couple hours, but all that beer was working in Lucas’ body, and he had to use the bathroom. Eliott didn’t wanted to seem weird and ask if he can go with him, since he barely drink two bottles of coke, so he just kissed his sweet boyfriend as he left with Yann. He stayed there with Arthur and Basile who seemed to have a really deep conversation about lesbians. Not like Eliott was listening to anything they said, he was holding into his bottle like it was a piece of earth in the middle of the wild ocean. His head felt dizzy, he couldn’t keep out all the noises around him. People talking, gulping drinks, glasses tinkling, the sounds of all those feet on the floor. It started to drive him crazy.

Seconds seemed to be long hours, his veins popped out on his hand as he was holding into the bottle even harder, closing his eyes. His heart was beating fast, he couldn’t breathe properly. No, not here. I can’t have it here. Please, I don’t wanna lose him! 

Lucas finally came back, laughing with his best friend about something. Basile and Arthur were still too busy arguing, so they didn’t notice that something is wrong, but as soon as Lucas saw his boyfriend, shaking, sweating and breathing heavily, he walked to him, putting his hand on Eliott’s back, leaning close to him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” his voice was so soft, filled with worry and still fondness. Eliott wanted to cry, he will lose all this, but he couldn’t stay here longer. 

He pushed Lucas away, not too harshly, but enough to make him back off. He ran towards the bathroom, closing himself in a stall. He was breathing unevenly, sitting on the floor by the toilet bowl, hugging his knees, rocking his body slowly. Tears were running down on his face, he tried to find his phone in his pockets, but couldn’t. It must have fell out as he ran here. He had to call Lucille, she was the only one who could handle the situation. He sobbed, shaking even more, terrified of all the feelings that were running through his body. He wanted to just go underwater, let his body float and get rid of the pain. 

He felt like hours, but only a few minutes passed by when he heard footsteps and a familiar voice calling his name. He couldn’t speak, because he was crying, not breathing properly. He was a mess and his brain couldn’t understand the words Lucas was saying. He heard a name, maybe his, maybe not. Something about calling and cellphone. Parents. He put his hands on his ears, covering them, closing out the noises. He wanted to scream, but he was shaking, close to passing out. 

Lucas didn’t understand anything, he was freaking out, banging on the stall door, calling for Eliott. He could hear the sobbing and that he was breathing fast. As he ran after his boyfriend, he found Eliott’s phone, the screen protector had a big scratch in the middle because it fell on the hard floor, but it seemed to have no functional problem. Since he had no idea and Eliott wasn’t answering whe he asked who he should be contacting, he unlocked the phone - it was his boyfriend’s, of course he knew the code - and looked for Lucille’s number. He felt like he should call Eliott’s friend rather than his parents, since he never really talked about them when they were together. Maybe they weren’t in a good relationship. 

“Eliott?” he heard Lucille’s voice from the other side of the line, he took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. 

“Hello? Lu-Lucille? I’m Lucas. Something happened... Eliott is not well, he’s in the bathroom at a pub, he closed the door and not answering. I am scared, what should I do?” he said it with just one breath, but hoped Lucille understood. It seemed like she did, because all she asked was the name of the pub and then hung up. She sounded upset, but so was Lucas. He was walking around in the bathroom, people came in, walked out, not really caring about them, Yann, Arthur and Basile was outside, they understood that the situation was serious and didn’t wanted to cause more trouble. 

Twenty minutes later a really upset Lucille stormed into the men’s bathroom, not caring for the angry looks and the complaining boys, she took care of them with a deadly stare and they shut their mouth. She stopped when he was next to Lucas, who were sobbing, arms crossed. He seemed to feel a bit more hopeful when the girl arrived, but she was too angry to be nice right now. 

“I told him you will just hurt him!” she yelled angrily, not even saying hi. “I told him, but he did not listen. He was so fucking obsessed.” she spit the words with pure hate. 

“I don’t understand shit!” Lucas mumbled, voice trembling, trying not to think about what Lucille said. Obsessed. 

“He is not well! He is ill, Lucas!” she yelled and then knelt down in front of the stall where Eliott was hiding, she slid something in under the door and started to whisper. She was saying quotes of Eliott’s favorite movies, books. That seemed to help him snap back to reality. She looked at Lucas, making him feel like he’s not welcome in this situation. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t help Eliott, he would be just a burden, so he walked out, back to his friends. He told them that he wants to go home. Yann insisted to go with him and Lucas just nodded.

On his way home all he could think was the heartbreaking sound of Eliott’s sobbing echoing in the bathroom, his wheezing. It was haunting his thoughts and tears were running down on his face. He wished he could do something, but Eliott didn’t even trust him enough to tell him about his illness. He felt awful.

[oneletterwrites]

Uhh hi?? Yeah can I request some 2p caname(2p America x 2p Canada)? It's my literal OTP and I will love it to the day I die, so please? You don't have to, like I said just a request and I really love your writing!! ✨❤️⭐️

A bad idea?

He can admit it, and be very loud and proud about it, but Allen had a type. Looking back at past flings and old relationships there’s a defining characteristic between everyone he’s been with. Allen likes people who could kick his ass.

There’s just something about the idea that has Allen weak in the knees with that dopey smile on his face. Strong and tough and able to pick him up. Not that it’s too hard being small as he is, but it’s an added bonus to anyone if they can.

So when Lutz invited him to go see some wrestling, Allen couldn’t refuse. Any chance he could get to see muscles in action he would take.

He cackles and follows Lutz through the large crowd. It’s an outside venue surrounded by trees with food shops and t-shirt souvenirs for sale. They end up at the edge of an arena leaning on the wood banisters. The stage is just a hole in the ground deeper than what everyone else stands on with a few feet of space before the banister. Lutz takes a large swig of his beer.

“You’re gunna love this.” Is all warning he gets as two burly men run from two holed out steps on the sides and straight into each other. Allen cheers with the rest of them as the bodies slap to the ground. His eyes are wide with entertainment as they pummel each other as best they can.

He’s actually surprised to see a referee, but they jump into the stage pit once one of them seems to be passed out. He pushes the other bloody man away and then calls a winner. Some of the crowd boos while the other cheers but Allen just smiles, enjoying everything he’s seeing.

He and Lutz watch many more matches. Some end quick and others take so long they actually get to take a mid fight break. They always come away bloody and it makes Allen wonder what he would have to do in order to get put on their shoulders.

“Go Lulu!” Lutz shouts just before one of the matches starts. Allen learned how to tell when a match would start by the rustle of pushing right by the steps. He spies a short angry looking person glare up at Lutz before they vault over the person holding them back to attack their opponent with a speed Allen hadn’t seen before.

“He may be tiny but shit is he ruthless.” Allen snickers at the dreamy way Lutz talks about the other fighter. He cheers along to show support and the small one wins by choke out when they managed to get on their opponent’s back.

The sky is getting darker and more people are crowding them. Allen gives skeptical looks to the wild life crew that appears as well as the guns with what looks to be tranquilizer. Lutz elbows him with a wild smile.

“Main event,” He says like a giddy child. Allen can feel the energy of the people around him and it’s contagious. By the time a large stage light turns on he’s jumping up and down antsy to see what will happen next.

And what happens next makes Allen swoon. Maybe they’re not the biggest of the wrestlers but they are massive in height and build. Long blonde hair that’s covered in dirt is swept into a low pony tail. They are shirtless which on its own would make Allen smirk but the long scratch like scars littering their body has him itching to touch the man.

“I wanna suck your dick!” He shouts out before his mind can tell him it’s a bad idea. A few people laugh while others cheer for the possibility. The wrestler themselves just kind of looks his direction with a deadpan expression and an icy look in their eyes. Allen winks and they turn away from him.

He’s not even upset about the slight rejection. Not when he gets a perfect view of the wrestler rolling back their shoulders and crouching getting ready, something none of the other fighters got to do. It doesn’t take long for Allen to figure out why.

Suddenly as well, the animal control makes sense as a bear is unleashed into the pit. Allen is screaming now. The wrestler dances around the bear as it growls every so often going up on two legs and towering over everything. The scars have a story now.

The wrestler is the first to make a move, charging and getting the animal by the belly. The animal howls and does it’s best to get a grip on them and bite. The wrestler remains persistent as they can with their feet dragging back in the dirt from the force of the animal pushing back against them.

Lutz has to physically pry him off the banister when the wrestler tosses the animal down. Allen is screaming too much to care. He’s never seen anything like this or more attractive.

A squeal breaks free when the wrestler stumbles back from the bear with three long, now bleeding, wounds across their side torso. The bear growls at him, tilting their head almost curiously, and the wrestler ignores the pain to rush in again. Allen might faint for him.

The match ends when the bear whimpers with the wrestler sitting on their back. Applause erupts as both the bear and wrestler are taken out of the pit with care. Allen is shaking at what he just witnessed with no where to put his energy. So he grabs Lutz by the shoulders and almost climbs up him to properly yell in his face.

“That was the coolest thing ever!” The words come out sharper than he means to but he doesn’t care. Lutz pushes him off but laughs. They hang around the arena waiting for people to disperse when a familiar fighter comes up to them.

“Who’s this asshole?” The tiny fighter asks, Lulu is what Lutz called them. Allen smirks at the nickname.

“He’s an old friend, likes seeing people get beat up,” Lutz explains. Lulu gives him an odd expression then sighs in annoyance.

“Follow me you fucks,” Lutz does so gladly, musing and flirting with the fighter, even after they sweep their leg low and knock him down to his back. Allen laughs at him. They follow this Lulu behind some trees where medical tents stand with people working hard on fighter’s health. They patch up open gashes and check eyesight for concussions.

They walk past them all to a tent farther off. Some of the animal control people stand outside. They give Allen skeptical looks as he steps inside.

“Hey Matt,” Lulu says when he enters. Allen however jerks back seeing a bear chilling in the tent, just sitting there like it belongs, tilting its head at Allen like he’s intruding.

“Here’s the dumbass who said he’d suck your dick,” Lulu introduces him. He manages to take in the rest of his surroundings. Vets and control are looking at the bear, checking vitals. People doctors are doing their best to work on the wrestler as he sits plainly on the ground with his head pressed to the bears in a comforting way. He hisses when a doctor presses something to his open injury. The bear whimpers and nudges him.

“I’m fine Kuma,” The wrestler says and ruffles the animal’s face. Finally he looks over. Lutz is already busy bugging Lulu as a doctor looks over his possible injuries though the tiny fighter doesn’t look interested in anything Lutz has to offer. It leaves Allen to smirk happily at the wrestler.

“I could have sworn you and that bear just tried to kill each other,” He approaches carefully. The doctors smile at his statement and he knows he’s wrong about something. The wrestler, Matt, just pushes the bear over and it flops like a giant puppy.

“Kuma would never,” Comes the gruff answer. Allen stands near him watching as the wrestler casually plays with the bear, getting chided to sit still by the doctor wrapping his torso to help the bleeding. Allen scans what exposed skin he can see, that want to touch them growing stronger with every jagged detail.

“Matt! Great show man!” Lutz claps him on the back and Matt groans in pain. He sends a cold glare to Lutz and Allen has to snicker when he backs up in fear. The dude did just wrestle a bear, fighting a person would be no trouble.

The doctors skip out once they know Lulu and Matt are okay and the animal crew has to pull Kuma away from Matt, whining all the way. Lutz is able to pry Lulu away and then its just the two of them. Matt on a low portable cot that’s angled so he can sit up and Allen debating the pros and cons of straddling him while he still can.

In the end he goes closer and kneels with his arms resting on the cot and his head on his arms. Matt gives him a weird look but doesn’t say anything. Allen doesn’t say anything either, just sighs dreamily.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asks him then. Allen cackles at the question, not sure if he has a good answer. So he doesn’t answer.

“So how’d you and the bear get into this gig?” He sits up a little straighter, inching closer. Matt rolls his eyes.

“I’ve had Kuma since he was a cub,” Is all Matt says by way of explanation. It’s enough for Allen. He stands and casually leans over Matt, undeterred by the odd look he receives in return. 

“You look great while fighting,” His tone is flirtatious as anything. Matt narrows his eyes.

“You’re annoying,” He says and a sly smirk crosses Allen’s face.

“Not annoying enough,” Is his counter. He takes the risk and lifts a leg up and over to sit on Matt’s lap. He’s careful of the injuries, placing his hands on safe spots on Matt’s upper chest. He has to repress a shudder at how good the wrestler feels.

“Otherwise you wouldn’t have let me done that,” He raises his eyebrows quick in a ‘gotcha’ fashion. Matt clenches his jaw and Allen could swear the wrestler is fighting off a blush. That or debating throwing Allen off him. Either would be good in his book.

Matt is warm under him, solid with muscles, and Allen feels the indents in his skin where his scars are. He settles in with a mischievous glint in his eyes as Matt brings his hands to Allen’s legs to hold him steady.

“I was serious you know,” He coos. Matt glares without answer though his hands twitch. Allen wonders if he can push the right buttons to get Matt to really grip him. He wiggles just to get a small bit of friction between them.

“I want to suck your dick.” At the crass bold sentence Matt digs his fingers into Allen’s hips with a frustrated blush forming on his cheeks. Allen couldn’t stop the delighted expression that comes over him even if he wanted to. Matt grits his teeth then sighs.

“I’ve got a better idea,” He says huskily and Allen would agree to anything if it meant Matt’s hands would stay on him. And really, Matt’s idea is truly much better.

[collecting-stories]

Bitch - t. 05 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: Sarah sees a video of John B and makes a final decision about the mess she’s in.

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

✰I've heard from everybody else, that you're so much better without me✰

She wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling. Kiara had texted her, as if it mattered, as if she was still on the fence, telling her to watch John B’s story on Instagram. And there it was, a game of beer pong at someone’s house, she didn’t recognize it, though she spent several loops of the video just staring at the wall behind her maybe ex-boyfriend's head, and John B, kissing some girl. 

She had committed the video to memory, sitting on the oversized chair in your bedroom trying to decide what she was supposed to do with this. It all boiled down to the most basic of details. He’d kissed another girl, a different girl, and maybe Kiara felt like that was some sort of offence or maybe she was rubbing it in Sarah’s face, either way...what was there to say?

All she felt was annoyed that Kiara would send her that video in the first place, that John B would take the opportunity of being on the island to monopolize her friends. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked, coming in to the room, toweling off from the shower. Sarah’s eyes were glued to the phone and all you could hear was the sound of cheering and laughter coming from the speakers.  

“I don’t even know.” She held the phone out to you and you watched it replay once again. John B sinking a ball on Pope’s side of the table before cheering, a little too excitedly for your taste though you couldn’t think of a single thing, other than Sarah, that you and John B agreed on. He cheered and then he kissed the girl next to him. Wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.  

Sarah took the phone away after the second loop and opened her texts again, sending a single question mark to Kiara.  

“Who sent it to you?” You asked, unsure where you were supposed to be stepping right now. Where you the concerned friend because you certainly hadn’t been yesterday.  

“Kiara.” Sarah replied, “he’s calling me like twenty times a day and begging for me to hear him out and swearing that we’re still in love but all the sudden he’s macking on some random girl. Good for you John B, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

“So you don’t wanna cry in a pint of ice cream or talk about how annoying that girl’s laugh is?” You asked, pulling your t-shirt over your head and wedging yourself onto the seat with Sarah.  

“I thought I would. Like I watched it the first time and I was sitting there like, okay, feel sad. But nothing happened.” Sarah replied. “I meant what I said yesterday. It wasn’t some mind game to make you feel like I liked you. I’m not running back to John B or calling him and begging him to take me back. I don’t give two shits who he kisses. Like. I just want to be done with it.”  

“I’m just a little cautious of that feeling, cause it wasn’t that long ago that you told me you didn’t know how you felt.” You replied honestly. You wanted to believe Sarah every single time she kissed you and told you that she liked you. But you were trying so hard to be cautious of what this was and wasn’t.  

“Yeah, I know.” Sarah chewed on her bottom lip as she checked her phone, a response from Kiara. Wasn’t she pissed or anything? “I thought I was confused...I thought I needed this summer to just have some time away from John B and then we could figure things out. But the longer I’m with you the less I care about him.”

“But this is such a controlled environment.”

“It’s not rehab, babe.”

“You know what I mean. What if you don’t feel the same when we head back down to North Carolina? What if you get down there and John B is there...I don’t want to sound selfish but I don’t want this to end.” You admitted. Being a good friend, be damned. You loved Sarah and that kind of heart break was terrifying.  

“Do you really think that’ll happen?” Sarah asked, shifting to face you, legs draping over your lap.  

Your eyes met hers and you bit at your bottom lip, shaking your head, “no.”  

Fears and insecurities be damned, you knew Sarah. She wasn’t just some girl, some Victoria from Poly Sci. She was your best friend. You knew all the things that made her happy, that pissed her off, that made her scared. You knew her and whether you had wanted to let yourself believe it in the moment you knew that when she told you she loved you she meant it.  

Sarah brushed damp hair away from your face and leaned forward, kissing you. For a brief moment something in the back of her mind told her that she should post this on her stories. John B thought he was so clever, so irresistible, that kiss over beer pong was nothing compared to this. But just as quickly as the thought came, she lost it. Occupied instead with hitching her leg over you so that she could straddle your lap, bringing herself as close to you as possibly.  

“You know, we should really try actually going somewhere,” you teased, “we head back down soon.”  

“What did you have in mind?” She asked, hands traveling under your shirt, trying to convince you to stay in. She didn’t care too much about the sights outside of your bedroom.  

“We could go to the beach?” You offered, swatting her hands away.  

Sarah pouted, “with other people?”

“It’ll be so fun. Promise.” You did your best to persuade her, “come on, you owe me a proper date then.”  

“We went out like...three days ago.”  Sarah replied, pouting at you as she slumped down in the chair.  

“Yeah...” you said, drawing out each letter of the word, “but that was before...ya know.”  

“I know?” She asked, a teasing tone in her voice as she sat up. She knew exactly what you were saying. This would be the first proper date since the other day when she told you that she loved you and since she seemed completely over John B. It wasn’t something you knew exactly how to put into words. You didn’t want to call her your girlfriend and have her freak out but you had been mulling the word over in your brain since the other day.  

“Sarah.”  

“Before I told you I loved you?” Sarah said. She had said it enough times since then that she was completely comfortable saying it. The words didn’t feel like a lie. She didn’t feel like she was just saying something to push away feelings that she had for John B. Sarah knew she meant them.  

“Yes, before that.” You replied. You hadn’t said it yet, you weren’t sure you could. You knew you did, you had loved Sarah since September but saying it meant letting her know. It meant that you put yourself at the risk of being completely shattered by her and you didn’t have the nerve for that yet.  

“Fine. The beach it is, but then we’re coming right back here.”  

“How can you not want to go to the beach?” You asked, happy for the change in subject. “You practically live on one.”

“Exactly!” She stressed. “I want to spend time with you.”

“You spend time with me every day, all the time.” You replied, “you have been since August. That’s like, almost a year of being stuck with me.”  

“Which has obviously worked out in both our favors cause now I’ve got this awesome girlfriend.” Sarah said, reaching out for you and pulling you back into the chair with her.  

“Sarah,” you bit your lip.

“I am not rebounding or having some summer fling or whatever...I like you. Love you. And I want you to be my girlfriend and yeah, I’ve never had a girlfriend before and it’ll take some getting used to on my end but I like you so much and I wanna be with you.” She insisted.  

“I wanna be with you to.”  You replied. And I love you. But that part you didn’t say. 

-

Taglist: @maplelattes22 @poguesrforlife  @freckled-and-daydreaming  @chasefreakinstokes @millie-753 @fangirlwithme @alex12948 @katherine097 @tangledinsparkles @carbonated-beverage @mariofgreengables @damonsalvawhore27 @dopedoodes @dolanfivsosxox @belledutchess @poguelifeeee @faded-blue @parkerpetertingle @thebookwormlife @summer-clouds-and-long-days @jellyfishbeansontoast @minigranger @hoewkeye @love-someone-special @tiredfeels @strangerthanfanfiction713 @the-only-nana @tomzfrog @mozz-are-lla @vindictive-hearts  @ssprayberrythings @jenahbell @beautyandthebleh @gothackedalready @teenwaywardasgardian @sarahcxmeron @haha-fuck-you-thot @stillbelieve398-5 @rewindlr @queenniccimicci @kissessforharryyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @alytavzla @bqmblebee @linniep @nerdypartytrashpsychic @xxchxrryxx @danielladreaming @obx-saltlife @youngestxhearts @spnobsessedmemes @wowitswondergurl @aoba-josigh @pineappleandcherries @mysterious-adventurer @justawilddreamerchild @rhyetaylor62 @calm-rejects @oh-annaa @aiifandomsunite @x-lulu @ceruleanjj @wicked-laugh @obxwriterfan @allie-mcginn @literarycharleton @khiaraaa-in-spacee @crushe-s @teamnick @daydreamlilys @collectiveuniverses @activist-af @mdgrdians @buckys-sunflower @vindictive-hearts @copper-boom @talksoprettyjjx @5am-cigarette @smiithys @dontjinx-it @outerbanksbro @mysticsthinking @heavenlymama @rudy-pankow-needs-an-oscar @babymatilda @raekenliar @lemur46 @under-a-canyon-moon @calums-betch @dpaccione @bbeauttyybbx @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @halobaby 

[redheadedwhat]

I Bless the Rains Down at Sanctuary

I got this idea from @embracetheapocalypsewithme and her story A Slippery Situation. Thanks to @lucifers-trash-stash for looking this over for me! 

Title: I Bless the Rains Down at Sanctuary 

Pairing: Negan x OFC, Negan x Wives

Rating: Eh, SFW-ish? Mature? (Language, Nudity, Sexual situations)

‘Uh oh’ was generally not something one wanted to hear while living in the apocalypse where any small slip-up was life or death, but that is exactly what Tallulah overheard as she walked into the wives parlor that morning. 

“What happened?” she asked, heading over to the floor-to-ceiling windows where the other two wives, Sherry and Yvonne, were looking out at the courtyard below.

“The trucks are back,” Yvonne answered, her curls bouncing around her face as she turned to her fellow wife. “And look at what they’re bringing in.”

Tallulah stepped between the other two women and looked outside, but saw nothing that would cause alarm. Clothes, medicine, food, some crates filled with glass bottles, and what looked like bags of seeds. “I’m not seeing anything out of the ordinary,” she shrugged. 

“She wasn’t here last time, remember?” Sherry reminded Yvonne with a bit of a laugh. “She has no idea what’s coming.”

“What?” Tallulah asked, looking between the two women for some sort of answer. “What’s coming?”

“Oh, yeah!” Yvonne smiled at Sherry, but completely ignored Tallulah’s questions. “That was whatsherface, wasn’t it?”

There used to be a fourth wife, but she left before Tallulah had arrived. Her former boyfriend had shown up one day alive and well and when she decided she wanted to be with him Negan had let her go. He didn’t want anyone here that didn’t want to be here.

“If you guys are gonna keep being cryptic then I’m just going back to bed.” Tallulah said, preparing to turn around and leave. 

“No, no, no, no!” Sherry and Yvonne grabbed an arm on either side of her. “We apologize, Lulu.” Sherry smiled and pet her hair while Yvonne pointed to something down below.

“You see those crates down there?” Yvonne asked and when Tallulah nodded she continued, “They’re filled with booze. It looks like the Saviors raided a bar or a liquor store or something.”

“What’s so bad about booze?” Tallulah wondered aloud.

“The booze itself is fine.” Sherry answered, going over to the bar that was set up in the corner and pouring herself a drink. “It’s the amount that they found that’s the problem.”

“They’re gonna celebrate.” Yvonne elaborated. “Last time they brought home that much alcohol Negan and the rest of the guys got wasted.”

“Really?” Tallulah asked, somewhat surprised. “Negan?” It’s not like he didn’t have a drink here or there, but he never let himself get impaired. He seemed to like control too much to get totally wasted.

“He was so drunk last time he threw up on me!” Yvonne grimaced. “That’s why I am out. You two can deal with him.”

“Oh come on, you aren’t going to help us at all?” Sherry complained. “At least help us get him into bed. He’s heavy and handsy and impossible to maneuver.”

“Nope.” Yvonne answered easily, moving away from the windows to sit on the couch. “You promised last time.”

Sherry sighed, but didn’t argue any further. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight, Lulu.”

“How bad could he possibly get?” Tallulah shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “I’ve handled drunk dudes before.”

————

“MEET YOU ALL THE WAY! ROSEANNNNAAAAAAA, YEAH!”

Loud, obnoxious singing was the first sign that Negan had left the Savior's celebration and was heading back to the parlor and his living quarters.

“I’m gonna get my fuckin dick wet,” he could be heard boasting outside the door. “I’ll see you assholes in the morning.” With that the door was dramatically kicked open and Negan sauntered inside, a wide grin on his face.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said while executing a somewhat unsteady bow. “Who wants to fuckin dance with me?” he grabbed Sherry without waiting for an answer and started enthusiastically twirling her around.

“Negan!” Sherry scolded him halfheartedly. “There’s no music.”

“That’s okay,” he replied, completely unconcerned. “I’ll sing. Lulu, sing with me!”

Tallulah watched on as he continued to belt out ‘Roseanna’ while dancing with Sherry. This was not as bad as the others had insisted. In fact, it was extremely amusing.

“All I wanna tell you is now you’ll nuh nuh nah duh da something something…ROSEANNA!” he sang enthusiastically, missing most of the words but not letting it slow him down. “Lulu, why aren’t you singing with me?” he pouted as Sherry finally wriggled away from him and his exuberant dance moves.

Tallulah was having more fun than she’d had in quite awhile, so she ignored Sherry’s attempts to get her attention and kept her focus on Negan. “I don’t know the words,” she shrugged.

“What?!” he asked, absolutely appalled. “But, it’s fucking Toto!” Negan grew quiet for a moment. “Do you think the members of Toto are still alive?”

“I’m sure they’re fine, Negan.” Sherry replied immediately. “Why don’t we get you into bed? Have you had anything to eat or did you guys just drink all night?”

Tallulah followed as Sherry steered Negan into his bedroom. She still didn’t quite understand why this was a two-person job, but it wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

“They’re fucking dead,” Negan sighed mournfully. “Everyone is fucking dead.”

“Not everyone,” Tallulah reminded him with an amused smile. “We’re okay. So maybe Toto is fine, too.”

This cheered Negan up considerably. “You’re fuckin right, Lulu. They were fuckin badass, I’m sure they’re fine.” He plopped down on his bed at Sherry’s insistence and allowed her to remove his boots while he struggled to take off his leather jacket. “Are you trying to take ad-fucking-vantage of my inebriated state, Sher-bear?”

Sherry tossed Negan’s boots to the ground with a huff and turned to look at Tallulah. “Are you gonna help at all?”

Tallulah wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she went to help Negan remove his jacket. “Oh, now the fucking both of you are getting in on it,” he leered. “Just because I didn’t say ‘no’ does not mean I said ‘yes’!”

Sherry pulled Tallulah aside once Negan’s jacket, boots, and socks were removed. “I’m gonna get some water and crackers. Just don’t let him wander off or drink any more.”

“We’ll be fine.” Tallulah insisted with a roll of her eyes.

Behind her Negan had moved on to a different Toto song and was now happily butchering the words to ‘Africa’. Sherry gave Tallulah a look that said that she didn’t really believe her, but turned around and left anyway.

“There’s nothing that a something something ever dooooo! I BLESS the rains down in AAAAAFRICAAAA!” Negan sang as he started undoing his belt and trying to take off his pants. “Lulu, are there zombies in Africa?” he asked, looking at her as if she knew all the answers.

“Probably,” she answered honestly and went to go help him with his pants. His moods when drunk were quite mercurial, quickly jumping from joyous and singing to melancholy and introspective.

Negan pulled Tallulah onto the bed with him while she was still working on his pants. “We should have a fucking benefit concert,” he announced, ignoring the fact that his pants were still around his knees. “You used to sing, right? You could be the fucking headliner. I know how fucking talented you are at head…lining.” He then laughed uproariously, letting go of Tallulah long enough for her to finally get his pants off. “Head. I made a joke about you sucking my dick.”

“You sure did, Negan.” Tallulah smiled at him indulgently. He was like a big, perverted child when he was drunk.

“I will, of course, be the motherfucking MC because I am such a fucking great public speaker,” Negan decided, really getting into the idea. “No matter what my college debate teacher used to say. So what, I called the other guy a cocksucker? He was a fucking cocksucker! It was a fucking compliment! It’s not a bad thing! Unless you’re a fucking prude with a stick up their ass.” he continued to grumble, “Gave me a fucking F and where are you now Mr. Grayden? Probably didn’t make it past day fucking one.”

Tallulah listened to his ramblings with an amused grin. Only Negan would argue that he meant ‘cocksucker’ as a compliment. He didn’t talk about his past too often, but it was nice to hear that no matter what Negan was always Negan.

“We could have Toto play, since they’re still fucking living,” he continued. “Maybe there’s people here that can play instruments. You need a fucking back-up band.”

“We’ll ask around.” she agreed. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

“I need a fucking beer and you on my fucking cock.” he answered, reaching out to grab her and pull her onto his lap. “And I need to see your titties. Can you take your fucking shirt off for me, Lulu?”

“Not right now, Negan.” Tallulah slipped out of his grasp easily and set herself down next to him. “And no beer or Sherry will kill me!”

“Sherry is a party pooper,” he grumbled and pulled off his shirt, getting his head stuck until Tallulah freed him. “Just because I threw up that one time.”

“Are you gonna throw up this time?” she asked him, but he was no longer paying attention to her. Negan had shoved his boxers down far enough to pull his dick out and was now concentrating on it intently.

“My fucking cock is broken!” he mournfully wailed before flopping onto his back. “It won’t get hard! I have three fucking hot wives and a broken dick!” Tallulah was surprised to see that he was literally close to tears. “Lulu, will you still be my wife if I can’t fuck anymore?”

“Yes, Negan.” she answered, watching him kick his boxers to the floor and frown down at his penis. “I’m sure your dick will be fine, it’s just the alcohol.”

“Maybe if you take your shirt off it will wake up?” he suggested hopefully.

“Not until you tell me if you think you’re gonna be sick tonight,” she tried bargaining with him.

“How am I supposed to know?” he groaned. “I’m not a fucking mind-reader!” He reached out for Tallulah blindly and she swatted his hands away, making him pout even more.

“Well, how do you feel?” she continued, not letting herself be deterred. “Do you feel sick?”

“No!” he grunted out his answer, frustrated with the line of questioning. “I threw up once and now I can never live it down!” He turned to look at Tallulah, his dick in his hand, “I answered your question, now I get boobies. You fucking promised!”

She sighed and pulled her breasts out of the top of her tank top.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sherry asked, choosing that moment to return with food and water for their drunken husband. “And why is he naked?”

“It just sort of happened.” Tallulah shrugged, swatting at Negan’s hands yet again as he reached for her exposed breasts. “He said he doesn’t feel like he’s going to be sick.”

“That’s what he always says.” Sherry replied wearily. “Here,” she shoved a bottled of water at Negan, who let go of his penis to grab it. “Drink.”

He complied surprisingly easily, taking a few mouthfuls and then handing the bottle back. “Sherry, we’re starting a fucking band for the benefit concert,” he informed her with a smile. “Do you play any instruments? Other than the skin flute?” He laughed at his own joke and turned to Tallulah, “see, I made another joke about sucking dick. I’m on fucking fire tonight!”

Sherry just ignored what he was saying and handed him some crackers to eat. When he ate a couple she made him drink a few more sips of water and then put the bottle on his nightstand. “Do you need anything else? Are you going to be okay if we leave you to get some sleep?”

“Don’t fucking leave.” Negan whined. “I need sex. I told everyone I was going to get laid and I can’t be a fucking liar now, can I? What kind of leader would I be if I just sat around lying all the fuckity fucking time?”

Sherry glanced down at Negan’s flaccid penis and then back up to his face pointedly. “Oh, yeah.” he sighed, resigned to a broken dick for the rest of his life. 

“Good night, Negan.” Sherry pulled a sheet over him and walked over to the door. “If you need anything one of us will be outside.”

“Wait,” he called out, looking like a kicked puppy. “Lulu, can you come here for a second?”

Tallulah leaned over to see what he needed, brushing the hair back from his forehead as she waited for him to speak.

Quicker than a drunk man should be able to move he grabbed Tallulah’s breasts and squeezed them. “Honk honk!” he laughed, looking quite proud of himself.

She rolled her eyes and moved over to the door with Sherry. “Goodnight, Negan.” she said, leaving him still laughing in his bed.

When Sherry and Tallulah went back to the parlor Yvonne had reemerged from her room where she had be avoiding Negan’s drunken antics. “A bit handsy, was he?” she asked Tallulah.

“How’d you guess?” she replied dryly.

Yvonne smirked and looked pointedly at Tallulah’s chest. “Your breasts are hanging out of your top.”

Tallulah sighed and looked down. Yup, there they were. She had forgotten they were even out. She pushed them back into her shirt while taking a seat on the couch next to Yvonne. “Honestly, he was a bit much, but it wasn’t as bad as the two of you made it seem.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the bad part,” Sherry answered. “He’s a little extra annoying when he first comes in, but he’ll probably be passed out in ten minutes.”

“The bad part,” Yvonne picked up where Sherry left off. “is when he wakes up every two hours during the night either needing to pee or throw up or complain about wanting more to drink.”

“And worst of all,” Sherry added, “is when he finally wakes up for the morning with a hangover and snaps and complains about every little thing. The sun is too bright, his coffee is too cold, his eggs are too egg-y.”

“Oh,” Tallulah gulped, looking quite a bit more worried than she was before. That did not sound like fun and they were guaranteed to end up dealing with the hurt feelings of whoever ran afoul of Negan while he was in a mood. No one in the Sanctuary would be outwardly rude to them for fear of it getting back to Negan, but that didn’t stop people from saying stuff behind their backs and trying to get in a few petty slights. Then there were the people that seemed to view the wives as Negan’s secretaries, or as an extension of Negan. They complained to them if they couldn’t get to the boss man himself and there was bound to be plenty of complaining going on tomorrow.

“You can have first shift, Lulu.” Sherry clapped the younger woman on the shoulders and gave her a smile. “Just stay in the parlor and wait for him to yell.” she instructed. “I’ll be by later to relieve you and then you better get some sleep because we have quite the day ahead of us tomorrow.”

-----

Thanks for reading! Please feel free to leave comments/questions/etc. 

@negans-network

[unrequitedmime]

I can hear him hurrying along beside me, his long strides easily keeping up with my short legs. I ignore him and stare ahead, my body catching on fire with every step. We walk across the fields full of college students; relaxing, laughing, playing. We don't say a word, but my body automatically taps into into his energy and i feel his nerves radiating through him, and under the bundle of fear, is a small spark of anger. That small spark ignites my whole entire body, and i feel rather than see him flinch away from my raging energy radiating around me. I storm up into my dormitory, my hands automatically touching the numbers on my door on my way in. F13. He had helped me decide which dormitory blocks to go into on my first day on campus, and he had chosen F block. I had never moved from this room. I never would.   I fling the door closed as i cross my room. It never slams, but instead flies back open as he follows me in. My back is to him, and i feel his heavy gaze caress my back for a few moments. His loving eyes beckoning me to turn around and assure him everything is okay. I don't. I stare at the wall opposite, full of shelves of books and decorated with postcards that Lulu sends me from her travels and photos documenting my whole entire life until this very moment. As i stand there, silently fuming, my chest heaving, my blood pumping, i hate our connection for the first time ever. In that moment i hate that i can sense everything about him, that i can understand his thoughts and his aura and his secrets better than anyone else in the world. In that moment i hate that he is my Match. He suddenly lets out a strangled noise behind me, and i immediately know he felt that thought bounce through my brain. I close my eyes as a tear slips out and silently curse myself. Why did he have to click in to my emotions and mind at that very moment? I don't turn around, but i hear him slowly and silently sit on my bed. I stare at the wall in front of me, at every photo and memory. At least a quarter of those photos have him in them with me. My eyes stray to the one of us at the beach. We had gone a few months back, as Summer was coming to an end. In the shot, him and i are walking along the beach shore, laughing and talking. The sunset burns bright and orange behind me as i look up at him. I stare at the photo and feel my heart open up at the memory of that moment between us. In the photo, I'm looking up at him with a small smile on my face. My green eyes shine with open trust, and my chocolate hair wisps across my cheek. The camera didn't capture his whole face, but it snapped enough to show a hint of his smile as he stares back down at me. His deep brown hair spikes, and his white shirt ripples in the ocean winds. Lulu had taken this before we fell in love with each other, but it's clear from that one photo that him and i were inevitable; that our love would eventually blossom. And it would be the kind that rocks the earth. Tears trail down my cheeks as i stare at the most important thing i own in the world, and i can't help but smile to myself at the beauty of the sunset on that particular day. "What are you doing?" he asks quietly. He's not talking about my current stance.   "What I should have done a long time ago," i reply to the wall, my voice flat and cold. I feel his energy wince, "And what is that?" he asks, his voice soft yet firm, demanding. I spin around and glare at him. At this beautiful boy sitting elegantly on the edge of a dormitory bed with a boring navy blue duvet and decorative postcards all around. He is by far the most important thing in the room. "HER," i spit at him, and he flinches back in confusion. It takes him a few seconds to understand what I'm talking about. His features clear and then contort back to confusion. He sits silently on the bed as i pace back and forth in front of him, clenching my hands into fists to disguise their tremors. "What about her?" he asks quietly. I stop in front of him, and stare down at him in shock. "What do you mean, 'what about her?'" i snap. He stands, "I mean, why is she a problem?" I inhale sharply, my whole body trembling, and take a few steps away from him. His face falls as he realises that he's asked the wrong question, and his whole body freezes as he taps into my emotions and nearly gets lost in the storm swirling inside of me. "Neamph..." he takes a step towards me. I take a step back. "Why is she a problem?" i repeat, my voice sounds quiet and broken, "Why is she a problem?" I fight to keep my voice calm as it raises to a shrill screech, "She is always with you, and you are always with her! That's the problem! At the beginning it was okay because i knew that you loved me, and i knew she was nothing but a friend, but as time went by i realised that she did NOT consider YOU a friend. That was okay as well, because i had enough faith in us to carry on without her." I take a few steps towards him now, until we're a few feet apart. I look up at him, breathing hard.   "But then you started spending time with her on projects; choosing to talk to her and spend time with her even though you knew how she felt about you! Lucy didn't care that you were with me!" i fling my arms around, and he flinches, "She didn't care that you had a girlfriend! She would've done anything to get you, even if it meant sleeping with a man that was taken!" I begin pacing around the room, "And sometimes that was acceptable, you know? You two were just working on projects. It was all professional, nothing else," i stop pacing, and force myself to look up into his pained eyes, "but then," my voice is barely above a whisper, "i found out that you two weren't even in the same classes." He looks away, but not before i see the guilt flash in his eyes. I have no idea what he's thinking or feeling; i've chosen to stay out of his head. He meets my eyes again, and, once he realises that im not in his head, he walks towards me. I don't move away. I'm too scared to move. If i move i think i might collapse, so i stand still. He comes to stand in front of me, his eyes shining with pain and love. "Tap into my signal," he whispers. "No."   He sighs in frustration, "Neamph, just do it!" "NO." His eyes flash with hurt, "If you feel my signal then you'll understand that-" "Understand what?" i shout, sending ferocious thoughts through my brain so that he gets out of my head. His face goes blank as he merges into his head, trying to fight through my raging signals. If he finds his way past my anger, he'll find the fear, and the sadness, and the pain. If he finds those, he'll cover those signals with his own calming ones and undo me. He'll make me forget the significance of this moment, and I will fall right back into the trap of loving him without a care in the world. I know he isn't doing it to manipulate me; he would never. But his comfort and his love for me simply won't be enough for me this time around. I close my eyes and concentrate. I find the core of my emotions, take a deep breath, and switch them off. My body goes numb, and so does my brain. He stares at me in shock and stumbles back. "Neamph," he gasps, "Don't," his voice is laced with pain and fear, "Turn them back on, please." I ignore the shake of his rough voice, it means nothing to me right now. I know I'll turn them back on after he leaves my head, but right now, i can't afford to have him reading me. "Can you imagine my shock once i found out that you two weren't in the same classes?" i ask, continuing my story, "That you had lied to me? That you two had been hanging out alone, all this time, and you weren't even working on projects, instead, you were 'getting to know each other'." I can't feel my signal or his in my head, but my lack of emotions doesn't disguise the deep ache in my heart. He stares at me with so much pain in his eyes. It spills out of his beautiful eyes and down his cheeks in tears of regret. I observe his clenched fists and his taut muscles and his wet cheeks, and for a moment, im glad that i chose to turn off the swirl of my emotions. I slowly walk towards him, until I'm standing right in front of him. I look up into his eyes. "So," i say softly, "What were you and Lucy doing all that time, Isaac?" He shakes his head and sits down on the bed, "Nothing. Nothing, i swear. Neamph-" "It's Neamphida," i correct icily. He stares at me for a moment before gulping and looking down to his lap, "We talked, that's all. We hung out and drank beers and played pool and talked." I snorted, "Sounds like flirting easily could have been slipped into your conversations, Isaac. And a lot more than that," i glare accusingly down at him, "What did you talk about, huh?" He meets my eyes, unflinching, "Our futures. Hers was graduation and travel. She wants to travel to less fortunate countries and help them. She has no intention of settling down-" "I don't give a flying fuck about her future!" I walk away from the bed, resting my head on the window on the far side of the room. calming myself down. My mind may not be riddled with emotions, but my anger has manifested itself into adrenaline in order to remain in my body. I can feel it pounding in my temples. "Mine was you," he says suddenly. When i don't react, he continues, "She would always finish her extravagant stories and then she'd ask me about my future. I would simply tell her that you were my future. That the only thing i was sure i would be doing in 10 years would be loving you." I close my eyes and bite my lip. The anger slows in my blood, and shifts. In one blink of the eye it changes back to pain. I let out a shaky breath. Of course when i turn off my mind the only emotion that manages to stay is the one that i tried to block out. Isaac isn't in my head, he knows better than to try and invade my thoughts again. "You lied to me," i say firmly, "You lied to me to spend time with another woman that was not me. You lied to me for months, Isaac. Straight to my face," i shake my head against the glass, my broken voice echoes off the glass as i speak, "Eventually, you began spending more time with her than you were with me. You began spending more time with this 'friend' than with the girl that you were supposedly in love with." I turn around to face him, leaning back on my hands. They're gripping the windowsill so tight it hurts, but it's the only way to contain the hurt that throbs through me. I focus on the feel of the sunlight on the back of my neck, replacing the pain with it's warmth. "How could you have thought that was okay?" i ask softly. Something inside of him breaks. I see it and feel it at the same time, and the intensity of it sends something rippling through me. My knees buckle, but i catch myself before i fall. He doesn't. He collapses to the floor, sliding off the bed and onto his knees. He hunches over and buries his head in his hands. His shoulders shake with sobs, and i stare at him in shock. I fight to block off the push off his emotions on my mind, not ready to be battling his emotions and mine at the same time. Before i block it off, a few strands rush through. Agony. Pure agony. My body burns to be my his side. To hug him and protect the boy i love. Seeing him in so much pain rips apart something within me, and i break. I take a few steps towards him, ready to drop to my knees and support this boy that means more than the world to me- when i realise why he's crying. I stay where i am. In my moment of realisation, i unknowingly turn back on my emotions. They crash and thrash within my mind, fighting with each other and me. My body begins to shake; sharp, uncontrollable tremors that ripple through my body as i watch him cry. My legs are numb, but somehow they carry me across the room to his side. I kneel next to him. "You kissed her, didn't you?" my voice cracks. He looks up at me, and his eyes shine with so much pain and regret that i accidentally let it into my mind in my moment of distraction. The intensity of his guilt nearly blows me off my feet. He didn't just kiss her. I feel my heart break. I feel it shatter within me, leaving my chest hollow, empty, dark. He sees it in my eyes. He sees my world break in two. He suddenly understands. He shakes his head quickly, "No," he whispers, "No, Neamph, don't do this. Please don't do this," his voice rings with panic, "Neamphida, don't you dare! I'm sorry, Neamph, I'm sorry! It all meant nothing! Nothing at all! Don't, please Neamph, I love you! You're the one i love! The only one i could ever love!"   I ignore him. I stand up. I look down at him for a moment. At the boy i love. At the boy that made me the happiest in the world. That made me feel like i belonged in this world. The boy that made me my strongest. The boy that broke my heart. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I hear him scramble up to stand next to me, and i feel his hands on my wrists. "Neamph! NO! Stop! Please, don't! I'll do anything, anything! Please please don't! STOP!" His voice fades as i wade deeper into my own mind, searching. I finally find it. Find him. Deep within my subconscious. A beautiful gold being. His presence in my mind hangs like glowing fairy dust that sprinkles and floats mid air. It surrounds my mind, the glow in every thought that passes through my body. His signal pulses with a bright light; his love. I can't hear his voice, but i can feel him desperately sending these messages deep to my mind. Each pulse throbs with love, and regret. I watch it for a few moments as memories flash through my mind. I remember the day we met; he had walked by me across the lush parks of the campus on my first day. I was in the middle of explaining to Lulu that i didn't need her to stay with me for a whole week when i had made eye contact with him. My whole body had somehow erupted with electricity, and i had dropped my box of books. He had helped me pick them up, and from then on we were inseparable. I remember the countless hours spent in the library; me trying to study while he lay on the ground next to my desk and read books, simply keeping me company. I remember the parties that he kept me safe at, the classes that he had crept into just to crack jokes in my ear. I remember our friendship; beautiful and bright and pure. And i remember falling in love with him; how one day i was suddenly extremely aware of the muscles in his arms, and how my body had erupted with warmth when he had smiled. From the moment i dropped those boxes, our signals were entwined. It was terrifying at first, understanding what he felt and thought. But we had learned. We had learned about the sync of Matches in life and how to control the signals. We had cherished each other because of our connection, and we knew that it was likely we wouldn't find another Match for the rest of our lives. He had become the most important person in the world to me, as i had to him. Memories of laughs and fights and long nights spent drinking and talking and watching movies flash by. Two years of friendship and love flow through my mind as i watch his signal brighten. Memories of heart break come last. The sick feeling in my stomach, the sleepless nights, the paranoia. The lies. The betrayal. The boy that filled my heart with love, and eventually broke it. I feel myself smile in the darkness as a single tear rolls down my cheek. "Goodbye, Isaac," i whisper. His signal leaves my mind. The release hits me like a train and i scream in agony as my body collapses into his arms. ---------- "Neamph! Are you even listening to me?" Lula snaps. My mind flies back to the present, and i freeze. We're standing in the middle of a lush campus park. Lulu takes a few steps before realising that I've stopped walking. She frowns and backtracks to me. "Are you okay, Nee?" I stare around me, trying to calm my mind and remember the now and when. I spin around. We're halfway across the parks. The last thing i remember we were walking through the car park. How long had i blacked out for? I try not to shiver as i think about Isaac. The pain and heartbreak that had been thrown at me had been too much for my body to handle all in one hit. Lulu stands beside me, twirling her black strands around a finger as she considers me. "Are you okay?" she asks gently. I shake out of my shock and force a smile, "Yeah," i croak, "I'm fine. What were you saying?" She watches me for a moment more before shrugging it off. She skips happily by my side, not even offering to carry some of the books in my arms. I struggle to keep up with her. "I was saying I'm not sure where to sleep for the next week, aren't dormitories pretty small? Maybe we can share your bed." I sigh, "Lulu, it's college, not a circus. I'll be totally okay on my own! You don't have to stay with me just because it's my first year in-" I suddenly see him. He's walking in my direction, a leather satchel over his shoulder. His hair is spikier than it was in my dormitory that day, as if he's been running his fingers through it. I don't stop walking, but i slow down. His green eyes meet mine, and it takes my breath away. An electric spark jumps through my body, but this time I'm ready for it. I don't drop my books. He doesn't help me pick them up. Our signals don't sync. Instead he smiles politely at me, and he walks right past. I stop walking, and stare hard at the ground. It's done. The tension that had riddled my body since that vision is suddenly released, and i take a deep breath. In another life i would've known that boy. I would've called him Isaac and i would've been his friend. I would've fallen in love with him. And he would've broken my heart. I don't know how or why i saw the vision that had overcome me. But i know that that dormitory room had been bursting with pain and i had nearly died from the effort of disconnecting with his signal in that other life.I couldn't afford that pain. The memory of my non-existent heart ache makes my hands shake. I couldn't make myself go through that. So i had held onto that box. i inhale deeply, and take a moment to mourn the life that i could've had with that boy. The two years of happiness that i could've had with him. "Neamph?" Lulu asks quietly, "Are you okay?" I look at her, at my best friend. I let a gentle smile curve my lips. "I'm okay. Let's go find a dormitory. I want to see if F13 is available..."

unrequited 

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours AU part 6 Self control

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 

Saturday 17:46

Eliott was resting on the couch, smoking cigarette, not weed this time, since just accross him were sitting Lucille in the armchair. She came to check on him since he didn’t texted her after the party at all. Eliott was feeling better than ever in his life, he was dating with Lucas since a few days only, but it was just so perfect. They spent Thrusday night and Friday morning together, but then his sweet pianist had to work, so they separated. 

Now Lucas was at a concert, he was preparing for it all morning, playing soft melodies while Eliott sat on the couch in Lucas’ apartment, doodling in his sketchbook. It was such a perfect moment, Eliott wanted to stay like that forever. 

Now he was in his own apartment, far away from his lovely partner. Of course Lucas invited him, but he told him that he has a new project coming up, so he needs to work on that today to have more free time on sunday. It was a lie, obviously. He couldn’t go to crowded places like cinema, theatres, concerts, other events. It made his anxiety worse.

“What’s up with you? You look like a kid that lost his favorite toy.” Lucille said, slowly taking a sip of her beer. She looked pretty like always, wearing a white shirt with black flowers on it, tight, dark jeans, her hair was curly and shiny, her nails painted light pink. 

“Nothing.” Eliott mumbled, blowing out a big cloud of smoke. “I’m okay.”

“Eliott, I know you more than anyone. I can tell when something is bothering you.” she said seriously and put the bottle on the coffee table between them, crossing her legs and arms. Eliott sighed, putting his cigarette in the ashtray, sitting up. 

“I’m dating someone. Are you happy now?” he said annoyed, he hated how Lucille was acting around him, but he really needed this sometimes. A caring friend making sure that Eliott is not suffering alone. 

“Someone... Please tell me it’s not the guy from next door.” she said on a worrying tone, making a weird face when Eliott frowned. “For god’s sake, Eliott. Don’t you remember what happened last time you liked a guy?” her tone was a bit angry now, which made the boy angry too, he sat up, staring into his friend’s face.

“I am not your boyfriend, nor your child, Lucille.” he said seriously, his eyes were shooting sparks. “This is MY fucking life, If I wanna mess it up again, then so be it.” he said a bit louder than he wanted, but he had to make sure Lucille gets the message.

“Yeah, sure.” she said on an arrogant voice. “I’m pretty positive that he knows about your illness, your insecurities. I bet he knows well how to handle you on the bad days.” her words were like venom, crawling under Eliott’s skin, poisoning his blood. He didn’t say anything, just lit another cigarette, inhaling the hot smoke, then letting it out, closing his eyes in the process. 

“I’ll tell him, I just need time.” he said it after long minutes of silence. Lucille rolled her eyes, grabbing the beer again to drink. “What would you expect me to do?” he asked angrily. “Start the first meeting with ‘Hey, I’m Eliott, I am an illustrator, I like dubstep and oh, sometimes I have so bad anxiety attacks that I end up in hospital’?” his voice was harsh both because of his anger and the cigarette he was smoking. 

“Maybe that would be the best.” she mumbled.

“No, Lucille. I don’t want anyone to see me as a sick person and pity me for that shit! I want Lucas to like me because of me. To see the person behind the illness.” he explained, tears forming in his eyes now. He hated to be like this, having such bad anxiety, mixed with some panic attacks. He wanted to be normal, or at least just feel normal. He couldn’t have that with Lucille, that’s why they broke up, but maybe it can work with Lucas.

“I’m sorry.” Lucille said softly, putting down the empty beer bottle, grabbing Eliott’s hand softly. “I’m sure he will like you a lot. I mean you are annoying as hell, but if he stayed after hearing that terrible music you listen to every day, I’m sure nothing will scare him away.” she said softly, kissing Eliott’s cheek. The boy smiled softly, leaning his head on Lucille’s shoulder. He couldn’t wish for a better friend.

Sunday 10:34

Lucas had to crawl out of his warm bed, making sure he gets ready before his beautiful partner comes over. They were planning to have lunch together, Lucas insisted on cooking himself before Eliott could offer the same. He never ever wanted to eat anything that was made by him. He might have been a real angel, a talented artist, but he was a terrible cook.

He grabbed his phone to check on messages before going to the bathroom. He had to take a shower, brush his teeth, style his hair a little. He wanted to look perfect, since his date was basically a demigod. He only got a few messages, mostly from the boys, congratulating to the successful concert last night. They weren’t big fans of classical music, but they were there on every concert of Lucas if they could. 

From Yann: So, how are things going with you and Eliott? You gonna introduce him to us? It’s time to wake up, Lulu.

He laughed at the stupid messages from his best friend, but he had to check the other messages too, before answering. He got a message from a member of the orchestra, he ignored that, but he jumped a little when he saw the message from his mother. She rarely texted him, due to her mental state. She was taken care by a professional, but it always made Lucas feel guilty that he couldn’t take care of her on his own. She was really problematic, her delusions and breakdowns made Lucas’ teenage life harder than it should be. Now he just tried to live his life, forgetting the problem of his family.

From Mom: In my dreams I saw a creature with horns, taking you into the depths. Never follow the path of the darkness, light can’t wander off, or it will be lost forever.

Lucas sighed, he didn’t reply to that one, his mom often sent him nonsense messages like this, especially when he was younger and she didn’t get proper medications. He shook his head, focusing himself on reading the last message he got while sleeping. It was from Eliott, he sent it at 3:45. Lucas rolled his eyes, knowing that his partner were not much of a sleeper during night time. 

From Eliott: I’m looking forward to our date today.  Should I bring some alcohol? Maybe a joint?

Lucas couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, seeing Eliott’s silly and basically useless messages. They made no sense, but they showed to Lucas how much Eliott was excited and eager to meet up. It was less than 24 hours since they last met, but it felt like a lifetime to both of them.

To Eliott:  You could bring some champagne, no smoking today. I wanna enjoy this date without getting high

From Eliott:  You woke up? Good morning! 

Lucas chuckled and put down his phone now. Eliott was such a dork sometimes, but he loved that. He walked to the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair. He was almost done, when he heard music, coming from the living room. He dressed up, walked there, but it was actually coming from the other side of the wall. Eliott was listening to Skrillex, at 10:50. Lucas laughed and walked to the kitchen, preparing to cook. He kinda liked this silly music now, it was fast, weird and chaotic, just like Eliott. 

He was making food to whatever music Eliott was listening to. It felt like the wall between their apartments was gone and they just stood there, in front of each other, dancing to the music like they are carefree teenagers again. Lucas had such a wide smirk on his face, it was hurting, but he couldn’t stop himself. This was the very first time he felt so free and happy, all thanks to this goofball next door. 

He finished cooking a little after 12:17. He tried to make a healthy, but tasy meal. Unlike Eliott, he was trying not to poison his crush. He put the steamed vegetables in a bowl, the roasted chicken on a plate, the well-cooked rice was already on the table, looking delicious. He put two plates and cutlery, making sure it looked perfect like in those cooking shows. He also put wine glasses next to the plates, fighting back the urge to look for a fancy candle. That would be too much and also would make no sense, since it’s the middle of the day. 

He looked at the table victoriously, enjoying the perfection of his hard work, before looking for his phone to text Eliott. He asked him before if he had any type of food allergies, so at least he didn’t had to worry about that part when cooking. 

To Eliott:  You can come in 5 minutes, door is open

Lucas smiled and put his phone on the kitchen counter, making sure it’s on mute. He didn’t wanted to be interrupted by his friends this time. He walked to his bedroom, changing his casual clothes to a bit more fancy ones. He put on tight, navy blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He was holding a black suit for a few minutes, thinking if he should put it on or not, but he rejected the idea. They were home, he didn’t had to look so fancy.

He was so distracted by dressing up that he was still fixing his stupid shirt when the front door opened. His heart was racing as he basically ran out of the bedroom to the living room, facing with the most beautiful person on this earth. His hair seemed to be shorter, maybe he cut it himself, but it still looked perfectly chaotic. He was wearing grey jeans like always, a blue t-shirt with a raccoon on it and an opened denim shirt on top, just to make himself look like a full 3 course meal. Lucas stopped breathing for a second when Eliott smiled at him. 

“You look beautiful.” he said with a soft smile. Lucas just noticed the champagne bottle in his hand as he raised it. “I got us some drink.” he said proudly. 

“Yeah, cool.” Lucas mumbled, licking his lips, still staring at Eliott. 

“You like what you see?” he asked with a triumphant smile. He obviously enjoyed how speechless Lucas was. The boy tried to collect his tought and imaginary slapped his face a few times for making himself look like a complete idiot in front of Eliott. 

“Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen.” he said, ignoring Eliott’s question and grabbed his arm gently, leading him to the kitchen where the food was waiting for them. 

Eliott smiled brightly when he saw all the deliciousness Lucas made just for them. It made him extremely happy that someone cared for him this much. He obviously had dinner dates before, but no one’s ever done anything like this for him. He smiled at Lucas and without hesitation, planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“You are incredible.” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss.

“I wanted to impress you.” Lucas mumbled, his cheeks turning a bit red because of the flattering words. 

“Mission complete.” Eliott smirked. “I’m gonna open this.” he said, still holding into the champagne bottle, looking for a bottle opener in the drawers. 

Lucas couldn’t believe how confidently Eliott was moving around in his apartment, like he was living here too. He liked to see him look around, then happily opening the bottle with a loud popping sound. He smirked at Lucas, walking to the table to pour champagne in the glasses.

“You know, I should be the one serving you, not the other way around.” Lucas said with a soft smile, he didn’t mean to complain, he actually enjoyed Eliott’s enthusiasm.

“I can’t just sit around and watch you do everything. You worked so hard to make this amazing food for me. I gotta thank you somehow.” he said seriously, putting down the bottle in the middle of the table.

“I think that kiss was more than enough for me.” he said smiling, walking to Eliott and stroking his face. “I never had the chance to do this for anyone actually. I’m happy that you like it.”

Eliott looked into his eyes, all kinds of emotion running through his body at the same time. He cupped Lucas’ face gently, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, taking in all the beauty this boy had. He wanted to enjoy this moments, every single moment he got to spend with Lucas before all goes to shit, because it happens every single time. It’s just the way it is. He wasn’t normal, he was ill, problematic, not worth the effort. But right now in this blessed moment he could be normal, he could be a man in love without being afraid of what happens the next moment. 

He leant down, pressing his lips on Lucas’, starting a gentle kiss, still holding his face in his hands. Lucas slowly wrapped his arms around Eliott’s waist, pulling him closer, opening his mouth to let that curious tongue inside. Then all went wild, in the next moment, Lucas was sitting on the kitchen counter, with opened legs, Eliott standing inbetween them, kissing him deeply, while his hands were in Lucas’ hair. He had no idea when his partner put him up there, but he couldn’t care less. His fingers slowly slipped under Eliott’s shirt, touching his abs. His skin was warm and soft, his hand wandered upper, stroking Eliott’s chest now. 

The taller boy had to break the kiss to take a breath before going in for another wild, wet kiss. Their tongue were dancing uncontrollably in their joint mouth. Eliott were holding onto Lucas’ waist now, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal his beautiful body. He couldn’t get enough of it, the nerves on his fingertips were screaming for more. 

After long minutes of making out in the kitchen, Lucas pulled back, leaning his head on the cupboard behind him, wheezing like he just ran a marathon. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were bright red, just like his swollen lips. He looked at Eliott, who basically were the same, though, his hair was always that messy. He looked even more hot with those red, wet lips.

“Fuck...” Lucas mumbled, placing a hand on his chest, like it could calm his fast heartbeats. “I wasn’t expecting this to be honest.” he said which made Eliott to laugh. He loved to see him smile and laugh, he looked genuinely happy.

“Honestly, I was surprised we got to the kitchen. I was actually planning to do this on the couch.” he said smirking, playing with Lucas’ already messy hair, while he was drawing circles on Lucas’ stomach with the other hand.

“You really have no self controll, huh?”

“Around you? Not anymore.” he said smirking, placing a kiss on Lucas’ neck now. “I was holding myself back when you first came to my apartment. It was the hardest thing i’ve ever done in my life.” he whispered as he kept kissing his neck. Lucas shivered and grabbed Eliott’s shirt, letting out a little moan. 

“Eliott...”

“You were there... on my couch... defenceless, looking so fucking gorgeous. I needed some serious control to not jump on you, making you mine right then and there.” he kept whispering on such an erotic tone that made Lucas shiver. He had goosebumps all over his body, his nerves were screaming for more. He wanted Eliott so badly.

“I would have nothing against that...” he mumbled in response to Eliott’s seducing speech. The other one smirked, biting a mark on his neck happily, while his hands were sliding up and down on Lucas’ body under his shirt. 

“I don’t wanna sounds rude, but right now I found you much more delicious than the food on that table.” he said, licking the skin on Lucas’ neck. The boy gasped, holding Eliott’s arm stronger and crossing his ankles behind Eliott to keep him close. There was no escape, not this time. 

“Enjoy your meal then.” that was all he could say, but it seemed to fire up Eliott. He pulled back just to take off Lucas’ shirt, throwing it away. His lips attacked the bare skin without warning, making Lucas moan uncontrollably. He never had such pleasure in his life before, like Eliott knew exactly where to touch and kiss him to make his body a hot, screaming mess. 

He slid his fingers into Eliott’s fluffy hair, pulling it a little as the pleasure were running through his body. His mind went blank, everything around him ceased to exist, it was only him and Eliott left on this world, holding onto each other, kissing, touching, licking. It didn’t take much time to get all of their clothes off, throwing them away in the kitchen without caring where it lands. 

Sunday 13:48

Lucas sighed, looked at the boy laying next to him. They didn’t actually remember when or how they made it to the bedroom, but now they were here, legs intertwined with each other, bodies sweaty and hot, hair messy, lips red, swollen and their eyes filled with so much emotions as they looked at each other. Lucas wrapped a hand around Eliott, placing his head on his chest softly, listening to the heartbeat that was just as fast as his own. 

“I’m pretty sure the meal got cold.” Eliott mumbled into the silence of the room, which made Lucas release a little laugh.

“Yeah, We gotta reheat it later.” he said, stroking Eliott’s stomach lazily. 

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.” Eliott said, fingers wandering into Lucas’ hair to play with his soft locks. 

“We can’t stay here forever... not even if we want to.” Lucas mumbled, kissing his chest softly. “But we will have a lot of opportunities to lay here like this again.” he said on a soft voice, looking up at Eliott, who seemed to be really excited now. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Don’t you think so?” Lucas raised his eyebrows which made Eliott giggle.

“Of course I do. I just still can’t believe that this is real.” he explained, still giggling. Lucas loved this sound, he could listen to it forever. 

“People often do naked cuddling in bed after sex with their boyfriend, you know?” he said confidently without realizing what he just said. Eliott raised his head a little, looking into his eyes. 

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked intrigued to get an answer. Lucas blushed and looked away. 

“I just thought that... you know... after this...” he mumbled a bit unsure, avoiding eyecontact. Eliott smirked, cupping his face gently now, placing a kiss on Lucas’ lips to make him shut up.

“Of course we are boyfriends.” he said happily which made the other boy to release a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good.” he mumbled, placing his head back down on Eliott’s chest. “We are boyfriends...” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes with a happy smile on his face.