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britt-writes · 3 years ago

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hi lovely i have a request for you because youre work is absolutely amazing aHH ! could you maybe so some headcanons/oneshot on lucas making his gf cry cause he's getting all pissed with his computer n is getting angry and then accidentally takes it out on his gf?? there's no pressure at all, I really do love your work and I'm so happy you write for Lucas <33

Thank you so so much, I really appreciate it, and I'm happy to do this request for you! I went for a little drabble with this one. Hopefully, I didn't make you wait too long for it. 💕 (I added a cut since it was getting a bit long and, and I don't want to invade people's dashes.)

Prompt: Lucas making his girlfriend cry

Drabble title: Poor Choice of Words

Word Count: 2008

With the semester coming to a close, you found yourself balls deep in what felt like never-ending exams to study for and detailed research papers to type. Needless to say that the hefty accumulation of college work had been piling up on you, leaving you stressed and fatigued, ultimately leaving you with no motivation or desire to get work done; just this huge blank whenever you stared at your books.

Barely able to hold yourself together with this massive headache from the free-for-all death match your thoughts were having up there, you were in desperate need of some quiet and rest. You were sure that you’d eventually break down if you didn’t.

Lucas was nice enough to let you get that quiet you needed, letting you take over his bed to nap and rest your head and eyes while he tapped away on his computer. He kept it down, which you appreciated. He’d always been the strong, silent type of guy. The only noises you could hear were the clicking of his keyboard and his foot tapping at the ground—a little tic of his, being rather fidgety.

You hadn’t quite fallen asleep, being quite restless, but you did occasionally lull in and out of consciousness. Maybe it was the damn heat wave that hit Dulvey that kept you up, or maybe it was your headache, but nonetheless, it felt nice to lie down and do nothing, worrying about nothing.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had decided to lie down in your lover’s bed, but as the seconds ticked by, you could hear Lucas’ foot tapping becoming faster, seemingly aggressive. His fingers had also joined in, just tapping at the desk.

You didn’t think much of it at first, brushing it off as Lucas simply being his regular, fidgety self; he’d probably stop in a minute or so. But then you heard a low growl from him, followed by a series of curses muttered underneath his breath.

“C'mon, ya slow piece o’ shit,” you heard him say.

Shifting around, you faced him, opening your eyes. Lucas was having some issues with his computer, and one quick glance showed that his programs and even cursor were running at abysmally sluggish speeds. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t heard it at first, but his computer’s fans were loud as hell, probably working their asses off. When was the last time Lucas cleaned them? The poor old box computer sounded like it was suffering.

“Motherfucker!” Lucas suddenly yelled out, nearly jolting you out of your skin.

You flinched as he began smacking the computer, making you sit up on the bed as you stared at Lucas while his patience ran thinner with every passing second. You remained still and quiet, worried about his state of anger, but also unsure if you should intervene in an attempt to get him to simmer down. Truth be told, you hated watching people get angry, even if the anger wasn’t directed at you; it put you in a state of anxiety, wanting nothing more to keep the situation from escalating further.

“Aw, what the hell?! What now?!” He yelled as his screen seemed to freeze.

“Um, hey, babe?” You intervened, sounding very meek.

He didn’t reply, continuing to aggressively fumble with his computer, still spewing insults and curses at the device. Maybe that should have been your cue to leave Lucas be, but you didn’t take it, wanting to help him.

“Babe?” You said again, a little louder this time in case he hadn’t heard you the first time over the sound of his own voice.

“What?” Lucas said rather sharply.

“Do you want me to help or something? How about you turn it off and try cleaning the fans to start off? Then, maybe-”

Lucas whirled around to face you, the annoyed look on his face immediately shutting you up.

“What the fuck would yer dumbass know? Shit’s already fucked, so I don’t need it worsenin’. I don’t need yer fuckin’ help, so mind yer goddamn business,” he said before going back to his computer, not paying you any further mind.

You had never been on the receiving end of Lucas’ outbursts until now. Maybe you were being too sensitive, but you couldn’t help the tears threatening to fall. Sure, you and Lucas have insulted each other plenty of times in the past, but it was all obvious playful banter and teasing between the two of you with no ill intentions. This time around, he held this dead serious expression and tone, making you feel like he actually thought that of you.

Lucas was short-tempered, prone to outbursts at the slightest inconvenience, and you knew that he ran his mouth faster than his brain during those moments. He often did or said things that he didn’t truly mean, letting his anger get the best of him. He probably hadn’t even realized what he said, but that still didn’t mean that you didn’t feel as if your heart shattered in millions of pieces at his poor choice of words.

Wordlessly, you lied back down, facing the wall as you curled up underneath the blankets. A few tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried your best to keep quiet, not wanting to make a scene. You just hoped that Lucas would soon enough calm down on his own accord.

~~~~~~

He’d say that a little over half an hour had passed since his computer started acting up, but Lucas had since abandoned the device to fool around on his phone, feet propped atop his desk. At least he was distancing himself from the source of his anger.

Maybe about a year ago, Lucas would still be fuming and smashing things around his room, but ever since you came into his life, he’s been getting better at taking breaks, not fixating on whatever was irritating him in order to cool down a bit. You were there to comfort him, listen to his venting and clear his head.

Overall, a model lover with the patience of a saint to deal with him— Lucas himself would be the first to say it.

So, why the fuck did he yell at you the way he did earlier? He absolutely hated any asshole who dared make you upset; Lucas always promised to make quick work of anybody who hurt you, and all you had to do was say the word.

But now, Lucas was the one to feel like the biggest shithead ever.

Earlier feelings of fury were slowly being replaced by regret, which was an odd feeling. It was a first for him; he’s never really given a shit enough to feel regret or shame for his actions, even when he knew that he was in the wrong. But it felt different when it involved you. Maybe he still felt anger, anger at himself for treating you like shit when all you wanted to do was help him because you cared.

You were already stressed enough in the first place with all the work you had to do, and Lucas wasn’t helping by taking out his anger on you. It was an accident; he really regretted it.

Looking back at you, Lucas saw that you were still curled on his bed. You hadn’t said anything in the last half hour, so he wondered if you had fallen asleep, though you may just be ignoring him after the things he said. He didn’t like that thought, but he knew he deserved it.

He could feel panic settling in his chest— what if he fucked up for good? What if you drew the line there? What if this was the moment you realized you could do better than him? What if you walked out on him?

Those ‘what if’ questions made him nauseated. Lucas was shit at showing it, but you were his entire world. This relationship was his only motivation to even bother trying in life. Without you, he was sure that he’d either end up thrown into the streets or in jail— just some loser with no chance in hell to make it.

He had to calm the fuck down, he thought. He knew damn well that having an internal breakdown over something that was his fault in the first place wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

He stood up from his chair, cautiously approaching his bed, almost unsure of what he should do. It was like he was second-guessing himself— maybe he should let you sleep it off.

But Lucas ultimately decided to join you in bed, slowly scooting against you and draping his arm over your waist. He already felt like shit, but the feeling only worsened when he felt you flinch, and after an uncomfortable minute of silence, Lucas finally found it in himself to say something.

“Are ya mad at me?” He asked.

And he wanted nothing more than to ram his head against drywall, not impressed with the way he chose to open up.

“Are you mad at me?” You countered in a shaky tone that split his heart in two.

“Wasn’t mad at ya… jus’ the computer,” he said.

“Do you really think I’m dumb?” You asked, voice nearly inaudible.

“C'mon baby, y'know I don’t,” he said.

The silence on your end was goddamn unnerving, absolutely stressing him out. As the seconds ticked by, Lucas could feel his breathing become ragged and heavy, the atmosphere making him increasingly more anxious.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, realizing that he should have said that in the first place.

Lucas didn’t remember the last time he apologized to someone. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he ever did in his lifetime.

“I just wanted to help,” you said, voice quivering. “But you just yelled at me instead.”

And then the sobs came; Lucas could feel your body shake against him. Oh, God. He made you cry. Lucas didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any shittier at the moment, but here he was.

“No-no-no-no— don’t cry,” Lucas shushed, holding you tighter and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, baby,” he apologized again. “I know ya just wanted to help, 'cause yer just the sweetest thing out there.”

“You looked so serious… like you really meant it,” you managed to say through choked up cries. “I feel like I’m the stupidest bother to you.”

“Didn’t mean a goddamn word of it. I know it ain’t no excuse, but I wasn’t thinkin’ right. Aw, shit— I’m the stupid piece o’ crap here. Yer hella smart, darlin’; there ain’t one part o’ ya that’s dumb,” he said. “Y'know I love ya, right?”

You were taking your sweet time to respond, making Lucas all the more anxious. He thought that he had royally fucked up beyond repair.

“Do you… d'ya still love me?” He asked, finding himself ridiculously pathetic for asking such a thing; the shakiness in his tone didn’t help either.

“Of course I do,” you said.

Lucas found some relief in the swift response at his question— no stuttering, no vague answers, no skipped beat. Your crying had also started to die down.

“So, you ain’t gonna, ya know, leave or somethin’?” He asked.

“No. I wouldn’t break up with you over something like this. It’s not worth our entire relationship,” you said. “I’m just a little sad over it. It’s… not really fun getting yelled at by someone you love, you know?”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah.”

Of course nobody liked getting into fights with their loved ones. He sure as hell knew that he’d blow a fuse if you yelled and insulted him the way he had.

“I have anger issues…” he mumbled.

“I know,” you said. “But you’re not as bad as you used to be.”

Lucas could only promise to get better going forward, and with your encouragement, he was sure that he’d be able to do it. But he’d have to try hard, and he knew it.

“Y'ave been hella stressed lately. Want me to help you study later, or somethin’?” He offered.

“If you have time, that’d motivate me.”

“Yeah, I got time. Don’t got much to do in the first place.”

You turned around to face him, wiping the remainder of your tears and offering a small smile before pressing your lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss. You then nuzzled Lucas’ chest as he cradled you protectively against him.

Apology accepted.

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virgofabreakdown · 6 years ago

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Prologue - Double Lives AU

Next Chapter

Happily Ever Afters Make the Best Once Upon a Times

Logan's POV

Bride's Room 1:30 PM

Where was he? He said he was going to be slightly later than planned, but three hours is pushing it. The procession starts at approximately 2:45 this afternoon. We only had about an hour left before we needed to head to the chapel.

He insisted on keeping it a surprise for his soon-to-be brother-in-law. Being as dramatic as he is, he was so preoccupied as to keep this creation of his a secret from everyone, he had forgotten to collect it from his work place. If he misses his own brother's wedding, I will arrest him. I really will. I will personally beat him to a pulp and arrest him.

To anyone who would walk into this mess of a wedding, I would understand their automatic confusion. This place was a disaster. The flowers were spread across the small building we had rented out. After an incident involving the flower delivery guy and a cater, flowers and breadcrumbs both littered the floor.

I'm currently waiting for my husband to arrive at his future brother-in-law's changing room with an outfit he designed for the 'bride', who happened to be on the verge of a panic attack.

"Logan, where is Roman?" The bride-to-be asked. I've been dreading this question. Friends or not, it was hard to calm this man. Once he gets an idea in his mind, no matter how ridiculous, it's nearly impossible to get it out.

"He said he'd be right back," I squat down to his level and place my hand on his shoulder, as to offer comfort to him. "He'll be here any minute."

"That was, like, six hours ago. What if he got lost? Or got hurt?" He argued. With every new theory, his usual perky demeanor gave way to a much more panicked look of worry. "Or - oh god, what if he ditched us?! What if I said something to offend him and he hates me now? What if he took Virgil and ran? I might never see him again! I need to see Virgil! Logan, where's Virgil?!"

He sat on the floor, clearly over analyzing the situation. Odds are Roman was either busy doing a last minute fix on his mystery outfit and lost track of time, or was quelling his brother's last minute anxiety.

"First of all, it's only been three hours. Second of all, you need to calm yourself," I say, looking for anyway to put his mind at ease.

"I'm fine, Logan, really."

"Falsehood," I sighed. "Patton, I have to stop you right there. In my opinion, it sounds to me like you are in a state of inference observation confusion."

Patton faltered. "W-what now?"

The Chapel 2:50 PM

"My apologies, allow me to rephrase. You appear to be jumping to conclusions. There is a multitude of possibilities as to why he has not come back, especially when we don't know how long it takes to get to Roman's work, there could be traffic downtown, or he could be calming down a rather anxious Virgil."

"Virgil? Why would Virg be anxious?"

"Well, think about it. Virgil is a habitual worrier."

"That's right," Patton chuckled, as he wiped away a tear. "He is a Taurus."

"Exactly. Now come on, just because Roman's outfit isn't here doesn't mean everything else isn't. So, how do you want to do your hair?"

Virgil's POV

The Chapel 2:50 PM

I have been standing here for ten minutes. All of the bridesmaids and groomsmen were here, as was the clergy. My best man and the maid of honor were both missing. I thought standing up here alone for the original five minutes was gonna suck. These unplanned minutes were even more agonizing than the planned ones.

Everyone was watching. It was deadly silent. No one moved.

"Woo, Virgil! You got this!" Someone in the crowd shouted. I felt my face go red. Was that...? Yeah that was Sloane. Naturally.

"Sloane, leave my nephew alone!" Another voice shouted.

"Ah come on, live a little Aunt Patty!" Sloane shouted back. Oh boy, isn't this fun?

Suddenly, the music picked back up. Roman jogged into the room and tripped on a small step, landing face first.

"Ah, Дерьмо!"

Logan walked into view, with a noticeably anxious Patton clinging to his arm. As they were walking, Patton's eyes meet mine. He appeared to brighten upon seeing me and gave me a small wave.

Patton was...stunning. He wore a dress/suit sort of fusion, I guess? The outfit seemed to be modeled after Garnet's wedding outfit. I am unsurprised that he made a cartoon themed wedding outfit for him. It being by Roman, had many alterations. The skirt had been made longer to act as a train. The gloves were shorter than in the original cartoon, only going to about the elbows. On his head, Patton wore a pair of cat ears that matched his sandy brown hair. Well, I should've guessed he'd do something like that. This is Patton.

They reached the alter and Logan extracted Patton from his arm. Patton's face went red for a moment before pulling Logan into a big hug. He then pulled away and turned to me.

"Hey!" He said looking at me, eyes full of nervous excitement.

"Hi," I chuckle.

"This is real, right? I'm not dreaming again?"

"This is real, Pat," I assured.

"Good," he breathed a sigh of relief as we both stare at each other.

The minister cleared his throat, "may I begin?"

We both go red. I'm almost positive Patton is just as embarrassed as I am, if not more. I go to speak, but Roman beat me to it.

"Nice going, Emile. You ruined the moment," Roman said, causing the entire room to laugh.

"Dearly beloved..."

Patton's POV

Event room 9:30 PM

"I toast to the groom~" Roman sang.

Corbin, Sloane, and Elliot joined into the spontaneous singing, "to the groom, to the groom, to the groom."

Everyone was many, many drinks in and singing along to various songs from various shows. I even had fun singing some Disney songs with Roman and danced a song or two with Logan.

Despite the day's rocky start, everything was perfect. Standing over by the bar, I could see Roman and Logan dancing along to Shake It Off on the dance floor. They looked so happy. The song faded out and was replaced with All Of Me.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. "Hey."

"Hey," I reply.

"May I have this dance?"

"Always."

Virgil took my hand and led me too the dance floor. We danced together, swaying to the rhythm.

"So I heard your day was a train wreck," he says, looking me in the eye.

"Just a bit," I admit, not wanting to go into detail.

"So, Mr. Black-Berry, what happens now?"

"I don't know," I look up at him. "What does happen now?"

"Well, it was pretty awful today wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but it got better as it went on."

"Exactly. This proof that even everything goes wrong, we can and will pull through. So I say we just go with it and see what life throws at us. How does that sound, Mr. Black-Berry?"

"That sounds perfect, Mr. Black-Berry."

End of Prologue.

Дерьмо - sh*t

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