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craniumhurricane · 4 years ago

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call me, baby, if you need a friend

Cleaning up some old WIPs. This has been in my drafts since end of season 2/around season 3.

Basically 4 times Clarke calls Bellamy and 1 time that Bellamy calls Clarke.

Thank you @casleyislove and @sushigirlali for always reading things before I post them!

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(i)

It's a quiet night in at the Blake apartment. Or, at least, for Bellamy it is. He's having a nice Friday night by himself after surviving a truly grueling week of finals. Octavia tried to convince him to go out and celebrate the end of the semester the "right way," but he turned her down… he's still not quite sure how he managed to do that.

His feet are currently propped up on the coffee table with a large bowl of store brand cocoa puffs in his lap. Bellamy may be an adult but damn if he isn’t going to celebrate the end of the term with sugary cereal… nevermind that he didn’t actually make time to grocery shop this week. The TV was queued and ready for the marathon of Ancient Aliens episodes he’d missed due to studying, and he was just about to press play when he hears a short but insistent buzzing sound.

Glancing around, his eyes land on Octavia’s phone sitting on the corner of the coffee table. She must have left it in her hurry to leave since she was running late to meet up with her boyfriend.

Bellamy keeps his eyes on it for a second before deciding to ignore it, and once again his finger hovers over the play button on the remote. Then the phone lights up again, this time with a phone call; a picture of Octavia and a curly haired blonde that he recognizes, the name CLARKE THE GRIFFIN flashing across the screen. He considers ignoring it for a second time but... if she’s resorting to actually calling instead of texting again then something could be seriously wrong.

Bellamy swipes his thumb across the screen to answer and brings the phone to his ear but before he can even say anything a voice on the other side interjects immediately.

“Men are dicks,” the woman says without preamble. “No! Worse than that. They're weird tumors that grow on dicks," she pauses, seems to think about it, and then adds, "Preferably life threatening.”

Bellamy blinks a few times before he answers, “I'm sure you're right, but don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

The line is quiet. He can hear her shifting the phone, no doubt checking the screen to make sure she called the right person.

“Octavia?”

“Bellamy.”

Clarke huffs. “Where's Octavia?” she snaps. He can hear the annoyance seeping into her tone, which in turn just makes him feel his own frustrations start to rise.

He tamps it down though. “On a date,” he answers.

She deflates at that, “Oh right. One month anniversary with Lincoln.”

He hums a confirmation and then they’re silent for a few minutes. So long that it’s Bellamy’s turn to look at the phone and make sure she’s still there. “Did you need something?” he asks once he sees that the call is still, in fact, in progress.

She takes a deep breath before answering, “I ended things with Finn tonight.”

Bellamy had only met Finn Collins a handful of times; the guy was fine except for a little cocky… and he always seemed to want to show off in front of pretty girls. His hair was too long and always styled like he was some kind of frat boy that came from big money even though Bellamy's 100% sure he never so much as pledged.

And then there was that one time he flirted with Octavia.

Ok, so Bellamy didn’t like the guy. But a break up is still a shitty thing to go through which is why he says, “I’m sorry,” and finds that he means it.

“Not your fault,” Clarke says immediately, “But I was kind of looking for someone to watch me binge drink and listen to me vent.”

He understands that, having gone through the same thing when he broke up with Roma at the start of the term. If you could really call them “hooking up occasionally” the same thing as dating, but still, getting drunk with Miller had been essential in the whole moving on process.

“You want to come over here anyway?” he offers carefully, casually. He doesn’t mind Clarke. She’s younger than him, around Octavia’s age. They aren’t exactly friends, but he would consider them a little more than acquaintances. Enough that it shouldn’t be too weird for him to invite her over even without his sister present. Plus, her getting drunk here is a better alternative than her getting drunk by herself in some bar.

“You don’t mind?” she asks and he thinks he hears relief in her voice, “I was kind of already on my way over to your guy’s place... I don’t really feel like going out and I really don't feel like being depressed and alone in my dorm right now.”

“Nah,” he says and then tries a joke to brighten her spirits, “Sounds like something fun to watch. I’ll order food.”

“Chinese would be great,” and he swears he can hear a smile in her voice so he’ll count his dumb joke as a victory. “Thanks, Bellamy, see you soon.”

He's not even a little bit mad about dumping out his now soggy cereal.

(ii)

“So, you’ve been in school for basically forever. Is it normal for a person to experience this amount of stress?”

Bellamy’s lips twitch as he holds his phone to his ear. After Clarke crashed his Friday night in, and spilled on the whole cheating Finn debacle while they did shots, Bellamy figured he should give her his own cell phone number. As much as he hated to admit it, and honestly he never will, his sister and her boyfriend were getting serious, so who knows how much Octavia would be available for late night bitchfests about significant others, fellow students, and the human population in general. Which were just a few of the topics they discussed that night. Hanging out with Clarke ended up being kind of fun, a better night than he originally planned. She even let him watch a little of his marathon and offered her own commentary. Bellamy would do it again… which is something else he would never admit.

It's not like they suddenly talk every day, but it’s a near thing. They would send each other the occasional text when one of them sees something that the other absolutely has to know about. Mostly, he gets pictures of old dogs she sees at the park, asking if this will be him in 20 years. Bellamy responds in kind with memes about college life and rubbing it in her face that they no longer apply to him since he graduated last semester.

But sometimes she reaches out to him if there is something particularly bothering her. Such as dealing with egotistical dickwads that consider themselves professors and shutting down female students in a male dominated class.

Clarke’s probably the only person that ever calls him and can never start the conversation with a simple ‘Hello’. Actually, she’s probably the only person that actually still calls him.

“I just got a job teaching so that insult isn't going to work anymore since I literally will be in a school as part of my job,” is his first response before he turns to one of concern, “Midterms got ya down?”

“It’s just,” she gives an exasperated sigh before continuing, “I want to do something that helps people, I know I want to help people… But maybe I don't want to help people the way my mom wants me to help people...ya know?”

“You’re going to have to give me more to go on here, Princess-”

“I’m thinking about switching my major,” she says abruptly, like she’s ripping off a band aid.

He’s silent, waiting to see if she’s going to say anything else. When it becomes clear she’s waiting for him to say something he responds honestly, “If being a doctor isn’t something you want to do, then you shouldn’t do it.”

“But-”

“What your mom wants you to do shouldn’t overrule what you want to do, Clarke,” he interrupts her. Due to the increasing amount of time he’s been spending with Clarke, he’s learned that the Griffins have always had a capital “P” Plan and he knows that Clarke has a hard time knowing when she can push the boundaries of said Plan.

She’s silent again and Bellamy’s starting to think he’s going to have to prod her a second time. He’s got the beginnings of his big speech all prepared when finally she speaks up. “I’m thinking about going into Art Therapy,” She says thoughtfully, “Or maybe teaching? Helping out underprivileged kids...or hell, even underprivileged adults. Or maybe something for the community?”

His lips twitch on another smile at hearing the beginnings of a hint of passion in her voice. “Teaching can be very rewarding,” he says magnanimously.

She snorts and it turns into a full laugh, “You haven't even started yet! It could be the worst thing you’ve ever done and a total waste of your degree.”

“Your confidence in me really is touching,” he deadpans and then adds simply, “You’re an amazing artist, Clarke. I think doing something with that could be something you'd enjoy and be really really good at.”

She’s quiet when she asks, “You think I’m amazing? You’ve never told me that.” And Bellamy swears he can hear that smile in her voice again. The one he always looks forward to. The one he tries to coax out of her without realizing he’s doing it.

He feels his cheeks start to heat up and even though she can't see him, he feels the need to brush it off. “Yeah, well, I generally try to be as dickish as possible so…”

She snorts again and damn if he didn’t feel a slight flutter in his chest.

“For the record, I think you’re going to be an amazing teacher,” she says it so matter-of-factly but he’ll have to dwell on it later because she sobers and then asks softly, “So, you think I should do it?”

It’s not hard for him to build her up. She spends so much time being there for the rest of their slowly merging friend groups that she rarely takes time to see the greatness in herself. He doesn’t mind helping.

“I think you should do whatever the hell you want.”

(iii)

“Women are worse than men.”

Bellamy rubs the sleep from his eyes and glances at the clock; it was almost 3 in the morning. “I thought men were tumors?” he asks around a yawn.

“Yeah, well, women can be tumors too,” Clarke huffs, but she just sounds tired, “Comparing people to tumors is equal opportunity. Strides in feminism are being made, didn’t you know?”

Bellamy pushes himself into a sitting position, suddenly more alert as he picks up the trace of tears in her voice. “You ok?” he asks.

Clarke is silent at first, but he waits her out, he knows that she’ll tell him. “Lexa broke up with me,” she says quietly and then adds in confusion, “Or we broke up with each other? I’m a little unsure. We spent the whole night arguing and then suddenly she was packing up her stuff.” She pauses before taking a shaky breath, “It’s over. We’re over.”

“I’m so sorry, Clarke.”

“She was leaving anyway,” she continues, bitterly, “Some new job. She was leaving in a few weeks and didn’t even bother to tell me. I told her we could make it work long distance, I was willing to try and make it work. That’s when the arguing started. Not just about that but about-,” Clarke abruptly cuts herself off and hesitates, “about... other things. Things I didn’t even know were an issue.” She’s quiet again before she adds, “She didn’t say it but I think she was disappointed that I never suggested going with her...”

The thought makes a quick flash of irritation run through him. “She wanted you to uproot your entire life and go with her,” he summarizes as he tries to adjust the pillows on his bed by beating them, maybe a little too roughly at the thought of her doing just that, before leaning back against them.

“Which is completely crazy, I know,” she hurries to say, “but I wish we could have talked about it.”

“I am sorry, Clarke,” he says again, “I know Lexa seemed like she was it for you.”

“But maybe she wasn’t?” Clarke counters as if trying to reason with herself. “I don’t know. We were both committed to each other, but maybe this was a sign that we weren’t going to be able to make it work long term?” She pauses and Bellamy can hear the gears in her head turning as she processes a way for her to handle this, too explain it to herself. “When we were together,” she hesitates before continuing, and he can imagine her biting her lip, “I was happy... but I felt like a separate version of myself, ya know? Still me, but not completely me?”

Bellamy chews on the words he wants to say and goes with, “Sometimes the person you're with can change you; it's not always a bad thing.” He gets quiet as he adds thoughtfully, “I like to think Gina made me a better person...and she probably did,” he pauses, this time unsure if he should keep going, but Clarke hasn't said anything, so she must be waiting for him to continue, “We tried, tried really hard, to make it work, but eventually you just realize that maybe the relationship isn't going anywhere and what’s best for everyone is just to call it.”

“Wait, you and Gina broke up?” Clarke asks in surprise, “When did that happen!?”

“That's what you got from that?” He rubs a hand over his face as he thinks about it, “About two weeks ago?”

“Shit,” she says and is quiet before asking in a small voice, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Honestly, I haven't seen a whole lot of you these last few months,” he hears what he said and corrects himself, “We haven’t seen a whole lot of you.” He’s surprised at his ability to keep the bite out of his voice; because the truth was this last year has sucked since Clarke started dating Lexa.

They met at one of Clarke's art gigs. Lexa was cool; fun when she wanted to be, but also a little hard to be around. Most of the time, she seemed to prefer doing things without any of Clarke’s friends.

“I’m sorry,” Clarke says.

“It’s fine,” he answers her and means it. “Gina and I are still good friends.”

“I wasn’t talking about you and Gina,” she says, voice soft.

He realizes what she’s actually apologizing for and he doesn’t know what to say. Because of course he forgives her, he will always forgive her.

The silence lasts too long so he clears his throat and prompts, “Want to come over and get drunk?”

Her laugh through the phone breaks the tension, “It’s like 3 o'clock in the morning.”

“My bar is always open.”

She chuckles. “I really want to hit something,” she says with a determined edge to her voice, “Then maybe get drunk.”

“How about this, we get a few more hours of sleep, wake up at a normal time, and go hit something,” he offers and then adds as if it's an afterthought, “And then get drunk, of course.”

She laughs again, “Oh, of course.” There’s that smile. “I forgot what being single with you was like.”

Bellamy sobers at the thought. It has been awhile since the two of them were single at the same time. “Always here to help, Princess.”

(iv)

“Why did I agree to this trip again?”

He’s packing up the essays that are scattered across his desk when she calls, 4 o’clock on the dot. Bellamy tries to suppress a laugh but he’s pretty sure she can at least hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“Just getting back to the hotel?” he asks in lieu of his own greeting.

“Yes!” she exclaims in exasperation. “And if it were up to Josephine, we probably would have walked all of damn Paris tonight,” her voice gets muffled at the end and he can only assume she’s thrown herself face first onto the nearest bed. “I cannot wait for a shower- No! A bath, definitely taking a long, hot bath.”

And now the image of Clarke Griffin in the bath, with just enough bubbles to cover up to her chest, has entered his mind. He shoves it away before anymore thoughts can accompany it.

This used to never be a problem. Sure, he’s always known that Clarke is attractive, but he has never been attracted to her. But ever since he broke up with Gina and she broke up with Lexa, Bellamy has been exceedingly aware of the fact that they have both remained single.

The last time this happened was right after Finn.

Bellamy shakes his head for good measure before responding. “You’re going to fall asleep in the tub and your roommate will find your prune-y, wrinkled body in the morning.” He cringes. Apparently he wasn’t able to get the image of her completely out of his head.

Clarke scoffs, but he can tell that it’s in an exasperated but fond kind of way. “How is it that you manage to be a buzzkill from over 4,000 miles away?” she asks drily and then pauses before adding, “Actually, Josie would probably just leave me in there for the entire trip and never let on that something was up.”

He turns the key to lock his office behind him and heads for the staff lot. “Don’t worry, if you don’t call to check in, I’ll call the National Guard,” he teases.

“I know you would,” she says simply, like it’s a known fact.

Things have been a little weird after he became aware that they were both single. Mostly because, he’s pretty sure that Clarke has also come to realize it. When he turns to look at her, he often finds her already looking. Their innocent touches are now more frequent and linger just a bit longer.

Bellamy has come to realize that he doesn’t want to be single and the reason he doesn’t want to be single is because he wants his best friend to not be single with him.

There’s just never a right time to tell her.

“So, what did you do today?” he asks.

Despite the exhaustion and jetlag that’s surly setting in, Clarke jumps into an animated retelling of the flight and arriving at their hotel room just in time to change clothes and head back out to walk the streets of Paris to get their bearings before their tours officially start tomorrow.

“I’m a little disappointed that we’re doing the Louvre first thing tomorrow. I was hoping to be a little more alert for that.”

“Your coffee addiction hasn’t stopped just because you’re in another country,” he points out as he gets in his car.

She laughs, “Jeez, you are such an ass.”

He starts the car but doesn’t leave just yet; afraid the long distance call will drop out.

“What are you doing now?” he asks into the comfortable silence.

“Admiring the view,” she admits softly. “It really is gorgeous all lit up. Makes me want to dig out my sketchbook.”

“You have a week, Princess,” he chuckles. “Don’t screw up your jetlag even more by losing track of time in your drawings on the first night.”

She’s quiet again before confessing softer somehow, “It also makes me wish you were here.”

His heart clenches in his chest and he wills himself to sound normal. “Maybe next time,” he tries for teasing but it comes out almost wistful.

“Next time, hmmm?” Clarke hums. “You’d come to Paris with me?” And he’s sure she’s flirting with him.

“Well, maybe not for our first date,” he says, “But maybe, like, our fifth or something.”

Clarke’s quiet for a long time and he’s afraid he’s overstepped, misread the room. He’s about to take it back, play it off as a joke when she finally speaks.

“And what would a first date look like?” she asks with what he thinks is hope in her voice.

He swallows a couple of times. “Well,” he starts, “Since you’re already getting some of the best museum experiences, I’d probably settle for dinner and a movie. Something cheesy that’s playing at the dollar theater; where we’re the only ones there and can yell at the screen.”

She chuckles and his heart flutters, “We already do that, Bell. Quite frequently, actually.”

“Yeah, but if it’s a date then I’d get to kiss you at the end of it.”

“What? No making out during the movie?” she asks and he can picture how cute her face gets when she pouts.

A grin spreads across his face and he’s grateful no one can see how goofy he must look.

“We’ll have to make sure it’s a really bad movie.”

(+i)

Clarke rubs some moisturizer on her face before capping the tube and tossing it into her bag on the bed. After ensuring that everything she’s going to need for tomorrow is packed, she zips it up and grabs one of Bellamy’s hoodies to slip on over her clothes.

Ever since he picked her up from the airport when she got back from her trip to Paris, and she ran directly into his arms, giving the other people waiting quite a show, there always seems to be one laying around, waiting for her to find it. She assumes that he gets as much of a thrill out of her wearing them as she does.

She heads down the stairs of their townhouse, passing various pictures and artwork, and shoots Raven one more text not to forget to bring her dress to the venue tomorrow. She’s supposed to help her get ready in the morning along with her mother. In the meantime, Abby has sent a car to pick her up and take her to the hotel. Easier to get ready if she’s already there for the stylist… something else her mother insisted on paying for. No matter how many times Clarke told her she didn’t care what her hair looked like because she was marrying the love of her life.

Clarke locks up the house and greets the driver, slipping into the backseat. She intends to spend the ride lost in thought, going through the checklists that were running through her head.

Their engagement had been on the short side but she didn’t mind. They were both ready to get on with this next chapter in their lives.

Her phone is resting loosely in her hand, face down on her knee, when it starts to vibrate with an incoming call. She holds her breath for a second, praying it isn’t the florist or the caterers. But when she sees the photo of her and Bellamy from New Year’s flash on the screen, she can’t help but smile.

She taps the button and greets him with a sultry, “Hi, handsome.”

“Hey,” he says and she can tell he has a soft smile on his face, the one just for her. “You just leave the house?”

“Yep. On my way to the hotel now, so hopefully you haven’t forgotten anything because it’s too late now.”

“The most important thing is already on its way,” he responds with a teasing lilt.

Clarke can’t help the sharp laugh that escapes her lips, “Oh my god! You are such a sap!”

“I was referring to the ring, obviously, Princess.”

“Oh, obviously,” she says, mock serious.

They chuckle to themselves for a few minutes and she honestly can’t tell if the driver is rolling his eyes or thinks they’re being cute from hearing one side of the conversation.

Bellamy sobers up first only to let out a groan. “I hate whose ever idea this is,” he whines.

“Aren’t you the history professor? Shouldn’t you know where common traditions and such come from?”

He scoffs, “No, I mean I hate whichever of our friends is making us do this.”

The two of them haven’t seen each other since yesterday morning, him having been spirited off by his groomsmen while she was left to spend last night alone in their bed. And now they’re meant to go one more night without seeing each other.

To Bellamy’s point, Clarke isn’t altogether sure why this is a tradition anymore, nor why they are choosing to follow this particular one. She and Bellamy aren’t even that superstitious! And yet somehow they were talked into spending the days leading up to their wedding apart.

“Ah,” she answers him now, “That would be Raven and Miller. Although, I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with marriage traditions and has everything to do with getting back at us for making out in front of them so much.”

Bellamy scoffs again, “Well, jokes on them, because after tomorrow, I don’t ever have to stop kissing you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, “We’ll have to come up to eat at some point.”

The driver pulls up under the awning of the hotel and Clarke gets out and grabs her bag before he’s able to get out and grab it for her. She gives him a wave and a simple thank you before heading through the sliding doors.

“How’s your room?” she asks into the phone as she bypasses the check in desk, her mother having already checked her in and given her the key card to her room this morning when they were getting their nails done.

He heaves a deep sigh. “Lonely,” he answers as she steps into the elevator. From what Clarke knows from his texts, Miller dropped him off here last night and left him to his own devices. Apparently, the best man gets to sleep next to his husband but Bellamy wasn’t allowed to sleep next to his soon-to-be wife.

She makes a split second decision and presses a different button, jolting the elevator to stop sooner than intended. When she steps off she casually offers, “I could help with that.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles. “You going to describe for me what you’re wearing?”

“Hmm,” she hums as if she’s considering it. “I could do that… but I was more thinking that I could show you.”

Clarke stops in front of a door and gives it a nice rhythmic knock.

She doesn’t have to wait long before it’s opening and Bellamy is standing in front of her with his phone against his ear and a huge grin on his face.

She lowers her own phone from her ear, pressing the end button without looking.

“Hi, handsome,” she manages before he’s pulling her into his room.

#no one cares ashleigh #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake x clarke griffin #my fanfiction #i'm going to post this and run away because omg #i feel like this is long and i rambled #and i had some unresolved issues regarding clarke's relationships #anyway #enjoy!

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somegirlsnerdywords2 · 4 years ago

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Anime i’ve Watched

Gokushufudou (The Way of the House Husband):

Synopsis: "Immortal Tatsu," the legendary yakuza who single-handedly defeated a rival gang with a lead pipe, is a name known to strike fear in both hardened police officers and vicious criminals. Soon after his sudden disappearance, he resurfaces with a slight change in profession. Now equipped with an apron, Tatsu has given up violence and is trying to make an honest living as a house husband. While adapting to mundane household tasks, Tatsu finds that being a house husband has its own challenges, from the battlefield known as supermarket sales to failures in the kitchen. Despite living peacefully, misunderstandings seem to follow him left and right. Gokushufudou follows the daily life of the comically serious ex-yakuza as he leaves behind his dangerous previous life to become a stay-at-home husband. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

Status: Completed

My Rating: 5/10

An ONA running 5 episodes in length.

Ok, listen. It wasn’t a complete piece of s**t which some reviews may lead you to believe but the negatives about this one were so distracting and awful that even I couldn’t possibly give it anything above a 5 despite the few moments I literally laughed out loud and my love of the source material.

Let’s start somewhere easy, the music. The opening was a trip that I skipped for every episode after the first but the ending theme was far more enjoyable!

Onto the worst part of this entire mess, the art/ animation. I’ll try to contain myself here so you’re not forced to read an hour long rant about just how intensely I felt about the art/animation. At first I just thought the animation was a bit awkward and the art was a bit plain but it was far worse than that. It feels like they coloured in the manga pages and animated a few small movements (ex. mouths), it was all stills and black out cut scenes with little to no movement or life. A complete and utter disappointment because the s**t art/animation really takes away from the hilarity of the original source material. Or at least it did until I was finally able to ignore my negative feelings about it after the first episode that just seemed to drag on and on. Rest assured though I still had a bitter little voice in the back of my head complaining about how crappy the art/ animation was.

A positive, the great source material aside was the excellent voice acting!

Long story short, the art/animation is a god damn disaster. Don't waste your time (not that it takes all that long to binge), read the manga and watch this anime if you really, truly feel like it but go in knowing full well that the art/ animation is awful.

#gokushufudou #the way of the house husband #ona #anime #comedy #romance #slice of life

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liafics · 4 years ago

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watermelon sugar high

prompt: requested #21 “first one to make noise loses” pairing: requested dominic x reader warning: weed (edibles), oral sex (female receiving) a/n: exams finished so i’m back and active!! currently working on all the request that have been sent whilst i was away - also, dom would be adorable when high imo, and please go listen to harry styles

masterlist smut prompts

dominic made himself comfortable as he took off his shoes and laid on her sofa. he always felt comfortable at her place, and its not the first time that their warm comfort escalated to something more. especially on that specific sofa. a few stolen glances led to a few stolen kisses, and soon enough, their kisses reached the most sensitive spots. they didn’t feel the need to label themselves, at least for now. they were enjoying each other’s company, typically filled with giggles and teasing. y/n was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. lately, she’s been inviting him over more frequently. maybe it’s not the best idea, considering they both initially avoided commitment.

“is the food soon done, y/n?” dom inquired.

“yes, but it’s not our usual food. it’s more like dessert.”

dom shot her a curious look as he walked into the kitchen, attempting to understand what she’s talking about. suddenly, he started smelling a rather familiar and intoxicating smell.

“you bake edibles? since fucking when?”

y/n simply giggled at his surprise as she pulled the dish of brownies out of the oven.

“dom, careful! they’re still very hot!” y/n exclaimed as dominic tried to break off a piece of the freshly baked dish.

“oh so now we’re being responsible. after literally baking weed. you never fail to amaze me.”

they both moved to the living room and binge watched some episodes until the brownies cooled down. naturally, they always seemed to end up cuddling. she’d be in between his legs, laying her head on his chest, as dominic’s tattooed fingers lock with hers. they’re simply comfortable with each other. after a while, dom started to get a little bit restless and kept asking y/n if the brownies are ready. finally, she gave in and they both sprinted to the kitchen. they weren’t little children, and this wasn’t the first time they had weed, but they always brought out the purest and most carefree joy out of each other. y/n was taking ages to cut up the brownies on purpose, making dominic as impatient and whiny as ever. they couldn’t stop giggling as they both fed a piece to each other, being as cheesy as possible. dominic is always comfortable around y/n. she’s rather different than him, but still supports his loud giggly moods, which are usually very contagious. right now, she’s ignoring all the crumbs he’s dropping on the floor. only dom can get away with that.

suddenly, dom’s eyes lit up as if he just thought of the best idea ever. with a quiet giggle, he took his phone out and played a song which he deemed fit for this particular occasion.

“tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening, and it sounds just like a song…”

“dominic! a song about oral, really? you’re being cheeky and naughty. i just wanna get high and chill with you.”

“it’s called watermelon sugar high. i thought it’s about getting high?” dominic smirked.

“…sure you did.”

to her surprise, he pulled her body close to his and laid his hands on each side of her hips. she laughed lightly, finding this gesture incredibly adorable. her head rested against his chest and they both swayed to the music, their giggles started to become uncontrollable.

“i’m assuming they’re kicking in?” y/n asked, which only led to even more cute giggles.

“i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste it…”

“you always sound so beautiful whenever i’m tasting you, honestly.” apparently, weed gives dominic an extra boost of confidence, making y/n blush redder than a watermelon. she buries her head into his chest, her heart beating faster by the second. she can't tell if it's because of dom or the alcohol. probably both.

“awh you're getting shy and quiet now? you weren't so quiet when my face was buried deep in your pussy, begging for me not to stop. can't say you were shy, either.”

her jaw drops. she looks up at him and that little shit lets out a cute giggle, as if he didn't just get her wet with one simple sentence. however, the brownies are affecting her too, and as soon as she sees his adorable face, she couldn't help but let out a few more giggles.

“don't underestimate a woman who's high as fuck, dom...”

“wanna bet? the first one to make noises loses.” dominic raises his eyebrow, eager to play this little game with her.

“and what if I lose?” she asks, biting her lip as an attempt to contain her unnecessary giggles.

“... the things i'd do to that pretty mouth.”

fuck. with that, dominic kisses her forehead and picks y/n up. she wraps her legs around his waist. this cute gesture elicits a little laugh from y/n, which is quickly silenced as she placed her own hand over her mouth. he rolls his gorgeous green eyes at her. it's literally been only a few seconds and she's already failing.

he drops her on the sofa, his hair tickling her forehead. he has this look on his face, a look of pure determination. he's always been competitive, let alone with these nice additions of weed and sex. and she's just as determined.

he pulls her tee up and attacks her nipples. sucking, tugging, biting, anything to trigger a sound from her. she pulls onto his hair and clenches her thighs together, desperate for a sense of relief yet not ready to back down. the slightest sign of her success annoys dominic, so he pulls her hands out of his hair and pin her wrists down. then, he licks one broad stripe up from her navel to her breasts, causing y/n to squirm.

“hey that's ticklish! it's cheating!”

“shh, no sounds remember? this is already strike two, don't let it get to strike three.” he puts his finger against her lips, emphasising his point. she bites down and sucks his finger, locking eye contact with dominic who releases a small quiet moan. the slight noise coming from him gives her immense pride, and her face lit up, trying her best to contain her proud giggles. honestly, dom gets distracted by her smile and he places a soft peck on her cheek. this soft mood fades rather quickly as he pulls her panties down and sucks on her clit, without any warning. he's doing everything he can to make her feel so good to the point that she cannot remain quiet. his large hands grip her hips, holding her down and his tongue teases her hole. dominic is also finding it difficult to hold himself back as he collects her juices with his tongue, realising how wet she got from this little challenge. his thumb is playing with her clit, tracing tight little circles, and his tongue is deep inside her, fucking her as deep and quick as he can.

unfortunately for him, he's not hearing any sounds coming from her yet so he looks up to see her. he's in awe, and so is she. her back is arched, one hand is in her messy hair and the other hand is in her mouth, biting it down in hopes to quiet herself. her face is glistening from the thin layer of sweat, and her cheeks look incredibly heated. her eyes are squeezed shut, but she opens them at the loss of contact on her clit. she sees dominic; his chin already full of her juices, eyes full of lust, as he bites his lips down, unable to contain his huge grin.

“you told me not to underestimate you, so show me that you can do it without any help.” dom teases, as he takes both her wrists and locks them together on her stomach with his large hand. she whimpers, realising that she is not going to be able to remain completely silent.

“strike three.”

her eyes widened upon the realisation that he heard her, and dominic could easily stop at any time. she looks at him with the most pleading innocent eyes, urging him to continue without any verbal comments.

“you're lucky you're beautiful, ya know?”

and that was the last sentence that could be easily heard from dominic. the rest of the night was full of her loud and indeed beautiful moans, as dom got even more high on her watermelon sugar.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #299

“you look so beautiful tonight / reminds me how you laid us down and gently smiled before you destroyed my life.”

Ever done any drugs? Besides alcohol, no. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. What’s your favorite show to binge? I could only ever willingly *binge* Meerkat Manor and not get bored after like, two episodes. Do you watch porn? No, it's never appealed to me. What’s one of your fantasies? Being financially stable. :^) Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? I've lightly considered getting one, but I really doubt I ever will. What’s the most overrated movie? /shrug. Let people like what they like. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message. I'd love to get to know my Facebook acquaintance Courtlynn better; I've wanted to for a long time. I think we could be fantastic friends. We'll like each other's stuff regularly and occasionally leave comments, but we don't really talk. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? Paper ones, by a long shot. I just really like the feeling of a book and being able to clearly see how far in you are. I enjoy the smell and sound of turning pages. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? Probably Wonderland, realistically. I would say Azeroth, but too much world-threatening shit goes on every day lol. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? G O T H Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yep. Do you drink? Very, very rarely. Almost exclusively during celebrations or on the once in a blue moon occasion we go to a sit-down restaurant. Do you read erotica? No. It would make me super uncomfortable. What color was the last candle you lit? I don't remember at all. Do you own a treadmill? No, but I want one. Have you ever signed up for a gym membership? Well, not exactly me. Mom and Nicole both had memberships to Planet Fitness, and I was able to come as a guest. It was just cheaper that way. What color was the last fish you had? That I owned or ate? Either way, idr. Is there a garbage can in your room? What color is it? No. If you play The Sims, do you download custom clothes, hair, etc? I don't play it. Does your animal sleep with you? Roman does, yes. He legitimately spoons with me lmao. Sometimes he'll move to the bottom of the bed, other times he'll sleep through most of the night there. Have you ever had to wear a hairnet? Yes. What is your favorite song to play on Guitar Hero or Rock Band? "Hotel California" by The Eagles on expert is so much fun and just feels good. The ending solo is just great. When you drink chocolate milk do you just buy the jug of it or the syrup that you can put into the milk? Almost always just the chocolate syrup. Do you own a robe? What color is it? No. What’s the worst abuse you have done to your phone? I know I've thrown it across the room once. Well, not my current phone, but a really old one. How did you meet your first love? High school. Well, you could maybe say Facebook. He sent me a friend request and I literally only accepted it because I thought it was another Jason. We talked via messenger some and then we ran into each other at school, and tbh I kinda knew I was fucked from there lmao. Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever kissed in a pool? Yeah. Are there any hobbies you have that you don’t perform in front of others? I absolutely cannot write in front of others, and I HATE drawing when people are watching. What do you do when you simply don’t know what to do? Odds are I'll probably be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something in WoW that sounds even remotely fun, or I'll browse Facebook. How did you find out about your current favorite band? He's one of my mom's favorite singers/bands, so I grew up with some of his music, and when I was getting into rock and metal, I decided to go through her music case and listen to some of it. Ozzy's Black Rain album set the adoration into motion. Where are you most likely to go when you need clothing? The Internet or Wal-Mart, depending on what kind of clothes I need. When was the last time you tried to do something yet failed? I should have an answer for this very quickly... yet I'm unsure. I don't think anything *major* has happened in a while. Oh, this is a tiny thing, but I did look really hard for the pencil sharpener so my niece could finish coloring her drawing, but I couldn't find the damn thing for anything. Do you think your life is comprised more of success or failure? Lots and lots of failure. What’s one personality trait that’s not strong in you? Uhhh outgoing, ig. Are you a difficult individual to get to know? Considering I hide a lot about myself to try and be accepted, yes. When was the last time you opened up to someone and about what? Literally yesterday to my mom about this unreasonably massive fear I've had lately that she doesn't have much longer in her. I'm terrified she's going to get COVID or her cancer just comes back faster than we hope. To whom do you feel the most important? My mom. Is there something you want but might not ever have? Many things. What’s something you’re working to obtain? Mental stability. Do you tend to enjoy your dreams? No, considering they're usually violent and rarely just psychotic nightmares. Are there any projects or goals you’ve recently abandoned? Hm. What in life serves to keep you going? The hope it'll get better, and I'll reach a point of actually being happy and content with my life. What was the last good news you received? Nicole's trip to Maryland to bring back a baby was successful (if that sounds weird, she's a child social worker). He has a heart condition where if his heartbeat or something like that was irregular, she'd have driven all the way up there for nothing; the baby wouldn't have been able to take the ride. Are you more inclined to appreciate sweet or savory foods? Sweet. Are romantic relationships important to you at this point in your life? I mean I'd like to be in one, but I highly doubt it'd be successful, just given where I am in life. I'd be signing up for heartbreak. Who was the last person to apologize to you for something they did? I don't know. Probably Mom for something minor, like just bumping into me or something. Are you wearing a necklace, and if so, who got it for you? No. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done lately? Lately? Uh. I don't know, but I can guarantee to you it wasn't long ago at all, considering breathing embarrasses me, pretty much. Do you ‘think out loud’? Sometimes. Do you take gummy vitamins? No. How do you know the majority of the people you know? Former schools. Hell, or maybe various online locations. I just might have more online friends and acquaintances than in-person. Is there a random object you own that has a huge personal significance? I've talked about my pebble from my partial hospitalization program enough. Can you play electric guitar? I used to be able to play a little bit; I took guitar lessons for a short while in high school. Best I could do was the intro to "Crazy Train," but I'd still occasionally mess up. Are you one of those people who chew two pieces of gum, not one? Usually. Do you believe in ghosts/supernatural occurrences? Yes. Without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes? Yeah. Is there a kind of music you listen to that helps you release your anger? Yes, usually songs that are also angry. How does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? The only case this has ever happened was with Jason and his gf after me. There are no words to describe the fucking hatred I felt. I haven't seen pictures of him with an s/o in a long time, and I absolutely never plan on seeking them out ever again. What song are you listening to right now? "Rest In Pieces" by Saliva. If you’re not in college, why? I couldn't handle the stress anymore. Just couldn't. Do you own a studded belt from Hot Topic? I have a good number of old ones from high school, actually. I wore them all the time. I could never fit into them now. Favorite fictional character? Um, Darkiplier, duh. Most recent thing you are looking forward to? I think it's finally set in stone that I'm getting my tattoo redone soon. Thanks to my laptop saying "ha fuck you," it's not as soon as I originally planned since I had to pay to fix it, but Mom seems fine with helping me pay for my birthday. Not a guarantee that it'll happen on that date of course, given scheduling, but yeah. It should fucking finally be happening. How many stairs can you climb before you wanna pass out? This is too embarrassing to even answer lmao. Have you ever kissed someone with braces? No. Would you ever consider adoption? I don't want kids, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't. I feel like I'd personally need the "wow this is a part of me (and/or my s/o)" connection. Do you ever go hunting/fishing? I would never go hunting, and the only occasion in which I'd fish again is if Dad asked me. I don't like the idea of fishing for fun anymore, but that's like... always been our bonding experience, and I wouldn't tell him no. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? Knew. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Who are your godparents? I don't think I have any. Do you have any friends who are famous? I have two friends who are parts of bands, but idk how successful they are. I don't think either are like, huge. Nova Mortis if you're into heavy metal and I think Toukan does rap? When was the last time you stayed at a hotel? Hm. I have no idea. What side of a heart do you draw first? Uhhhh I think the left? What is your mom saved as in your phone? "Mama Bear." Do you want your tongue pierced? I had snake eyes for a while, but I took them out because I kept chipping my teeth. I miss that piercing, it was so cute, but it wasn't worth ruining my teeth. Ever made out in a pool? It's possible very briefly, idr. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. SHORT. SHORT. Do you change your phone background a lot? Not really. Would you get back with your last ex if you could? Yeah. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? Yes. What is your least favorite type of chocolate? White chocolate is way too sweet. Did anyone see your last kiss? It was at an airport, so probably. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean, I do, but I don't really know how smart it would be right now. Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? A few. Who IMed you on Facebook last? My friend Girt. Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? Hell naw man, I looked up to them lmao. What size is your mattress? (single,twin,double,queen,king) Queen. Do you like spaghetti? Hell yeah. It was my favorite food as a kid. What about lasagna? No; I don't like the cheese at all. Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? Mosquitoes of course, as well as a bee once. Maybe other things, idk. Have you ever worn contacts? (even just to try them out) Yes, but I changed to glasses because I had too much trouble putting them in and taking them out. Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? No. Have you ever been screened for STDs? No. Did you have your tonsils taken out? No. Did you have your appendix taken out? No. Do you have any collector’s glasses or cups or mugs? What is a "collector's" glass or mug? Were you your parents’ first born? No; I'm the middle child. Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No. Were you born perfectly healthy or with some (or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy. Good 'ole days. Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? Ohhhh yes, my neighbor and I loved doing that. My favorite was catching fireflies with my sisters, though. Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? With a friend. I'd get lonely. Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? A whole lot, sadly... I'm despising that disease more and more every day that goes by. I know far too many people who have it or have died at its hands. Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? N/A. Do not stay in a relationship where fighting is common. Would you ever share a site password with a family member or partner? I mean sure, depending on the site and person, and the reason they (may) need it. Has anyone ever told you they couldn't trust you? Hm... I actually don't think so? Who in your family has the prettiest eyes? Idk, I don't see enough of my extended family to know. What is an odd food item you would like to try, or have tried? I'm sure there's something I'd like to try, but nothing I think about with consistency, really... Most "odd" food I find unappealing anyway. When/if you drive, do you go the speedlimit? When I did, I certainly always tried to, but I was bad at maintaining a stable speed. I went up and down too much. Are you an aggressive driver? Or more passive-aggressive? I was dangerously passive at driving. Describe a hairstyle you had as a little kid? Well, I had long hair with bangs. What routine of yours would you most hate to break? Probably stopping getting a soda first thing in the morning... That is like so deeply ingrained into my day and is a motivator to get up in the first place. I want to change this to where I'm not allowed to grab one until I've had a full cup of water, but yeah, that hasn't happened yet. Has jealousy ever ruined one of your friendships/relationships? Honestly? I think it's possible that Jason totally split on me because of it. We were in this very unstable "friends" position after the breakup and hung out very briefly and awkwardly twice (which I'm pretty sure he didn't want), and I think one of our last attempts at conversation was who a girl he was talking to via Messenger was. No, before any assumptions are made, I didn't snoop. He showed me something on his phone and I just inevitably saw the little Facebook chat icon of a girl I didn't recognize. I don't even remember his answer. I just know it wasn't too long later I was blocked and everything. What is one restaurant you would NOT recommend? I personally am not a Chili's fan. What was your last conversation about? Mom and I were just talking about what a mush the cat is, haha. Who is your favorite person to debate or discuss with? Yo fuck debates, I got mad anxiety over that kind of stuff. Are you more likely to praise or insult yourself? Why? Insult. I don't even believe myself when I try praising, so it's not worth the effort. I have a billion and two reasons. Do you enjoy cloudy days? Why or why not? Honestly, not very much anymore. I've found that it actually does affect my mood. I like some cloud coverage, though. Would it bother you to be forgotten after death? Yes, even though when you think about it, most of us will be. I want to do stomething so badly; not even particularly something major, but just contribute to things and causes that matter and slowly change the world for the better. It's especially likely I will be forgotten though at some point because I don't want kids, so my blood isn't carrying on. Do you tend to prefer healthy or unhealthy snacks? Ugh, unhealthy. Has anyone ever asked you for diet advice? I think so, back when I started recovery and lost like 60 lbs fast as fuck. I wasn't even dieting though, just... came off awful meds. What age is your youngest aunt? Ummmm I have no clue. Do you like bowling? Yeah, it's fun, but I'm not good at it. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? Totally. Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits? Sweet. How're your dancing skills? Rusted to the point of just not functional anymore lmao. What brand of batteries do you usually get? I don't pay attention to the kind Mom gets. Are any of your friends pregnant or have kids? A lot of my FB friends have kids. At least two are pregnant, but I only consider myself remotely close to one. I'm beyond worried about how she's going to be as a mom. Where's the strangest place a fast food restaurant was located? I've certainly seen some questionable placement in busy areas, but none that are super odd. Do you stay up all night on New Years Eve/Day or go to bed after 12am? I don't care nowadays; I just stay up until I'm tired like every other night.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''rest in pieces'' by saliva

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 5 years ago

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Tell Me I’m Cute You Must

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, a smidgeon of angst, a dash of smut

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of kinks, threats of a breakup, manipulation, sexual references

Summary: It’s another Disney+ night at the dorms and everyone is ready to cuddle up and watch some quality content. In watching the new series, The Mandalorian, the boys realize you may find something on the screen more appealing than them. How will this insane jealousy be resolved?

Word Count: 7.5K

Author’s Note: Based on an actual argument/heated conversation - there was no clear answer. The debate continues. <——————————->

“The new episode is up!” Jungkook squealed with delight. “Let’s go! I want to watch it already!”

You, Jimin, and Taehyung were arranging the armfuls of snacks you were carrying on the side tables. Hoseok and Yoongi were depositing the collection of pillows, plushies, and blankets on every space available on the couches and armchairs. If the sounds in the kitchen were any indication, Jin and Namjoon were almost done with the rest of the movie night feast.

It was time for another night of stream & chill, and the boys were bubbling with anticipation. Not only were they going to enjoy a feast of snacks and entertainment, but they were also going to be able to cuddle with you for the first time in forever. Their busy schedule didn’t leave much time for nights like these.

You’d waited, as promised, to watch the latest episode of The Mandalorian, since they hadn’t had time to watch it themselves. You’d started the show a few weeks ago, and after convincing them to watch the first episode while they were gone, they’d video called you to make you promise to wait to watch the rest of the show.

“We need to watch this together, jagi,” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly. “Please, promise us you’ll wait to watch it with us?”

You’d giggled at his stern expression and furrowed brow but ultimately agreed to honor their request. Once they returned from their Japan appearance, you’d all hunkered down to binge the available episodes and an obsession was born.

You all loved the show, but for very different reasons.

“Let’s go already!” Taehyung cried impatiently. “I’ve been waiting for this episode for forever! I need to know what happens next!”

“It’s been five days,” Yoongi reminded him. “Five days, Taehyung-ah. Quit being so dramatic.”

“He can’t help it,” Jimin interjected with a smirk. “It’s literally his default setting.”

Jimin howled as Taehyung smacked his shoulder. Hoseok plopped onto a couch and cuddled up with his Mang plushie.

“Y/N, I get first cuddles,” Hoseok declared, holding out his arm to you. “Come sit with me, baby!”

You rolled your eyes and tucked your body into his open arm just as Jin and Namjoon walked in with a platter of skewers and bowls of condiments.

“Hey,” Jin protested. “Why do you get first cuddles, Hobi-ah?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Hoseok cackled while nuzzling his nose against your exposed neck. “It’s because I’m the cutest.”

A litany of objections erupted throughout the living room.

“How could you possibly be the cutest?” Jimin whined. “That title obviously goes to me. I’m literally called a mochi by almost everyone on the Internet.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Jiminie,” Jungkook pointed out. “You can’t always believe what you read online.”

“Ok,” Jimin retorted sassily. “The fact that you called me ‘Jiminie’ just proves that I’m adorable.”

“Why are we even arguing about this?” Taehyung piped up, shaking the blue hair out of his eyes. “It shouldn’t matter who we think is the cutest.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Are you saying that because you think it’s you?”

“There’s no way it’s anyone but me,” Jin wailed. “I outrank all of you in the cuteness category. That’s just plain science, right, Namjoon-ah?”

Namjoon looked at Jin and chuckled. When he was met with flushed ears and angry eyes, his dimples receded quickly. He looked around at the others and realized this was a serious discussion.

“Oh,” he sighed. “We’re actually doing this, huh?”

“What I’m trying to say,” Taehyung continued. “Is that it doesn’t matter what we think. The only opinion that matters is Y/N’s.”

All of them trained their eyes on you, forcing a nervous gulp down your throat. Hoseok loosened his grip on you to sit back and wait for an answer. You looked at each one in turn and knew that the night would either turn into a complete disaster or a delightful evening based on your response.

You rose from the couch and smoothed out your shirt as you pondered their argument.

How could you even choose one of them as “the cutest?” That seemed like a ridiculous title to have, but you knew them better than that. Some of these guys were insanely competitive, others just liked the attention. If you didn’t make a decision soon, they were likely to fall into one of two categories: annoyed or depressed. You couldn’t do that to any of them.

“It isn’t even a competition, guys,” you began, turning to look at each one in the eyes as you spoke. “I can’t pick any of you to be “the cutest” because I love each and every one of you for very different reasons.”

“Shit, we’re all special,” Jungkook pouted. “Which means none of us are.”

You walked over and planted a kiss on his pouty lips. He gripped your hips in response. It took a few kisses, but his pout eventually dissolved into a bright bunny smile.

With Jungkook appeased, you made your way around the room, kissing a smile onto each face and allowing the awkward tension to dissipate into oblivion. Only one person refused to give in to your charms so easily.

“You know that’s cheating, right?” Yoongi explained grumpily while you planted a barrage of kisses on his face. “By not choosing, you’re just copping out.”

You continued kissing along his jaw, working your way to his sensitive earlobe. It usually took longer to draw a smile out of Yoongi, so he required a little more attention than the others. He hissed as you tugged his earlobe with your teeth and he pulled you into his lap in response.

“It’s not really cheating, Yoongi,” you corrected. “I meant what I said. The things I find cute about you are different from what I think is cute about Namjoon or Hoseok or Jin or anyone else. You each shine in your own way. That’s what I love about you guys.”

You kissed the smile playing across Yoongi’s lips and the others settled into their spots around the living room. Jungkook queued up the latest episode of The Mandalorian and everyone piled food onto their disposable plates.

“Alright,” Jungkook huffed. “Is everyone finally ready to watch this?”

“Yes,” Jin griped. “Just play the episode already.”

The opening sequence played on the screen and everyone settled in for the latest episode.

You moved from lap to lap, cuddling each boy in turn, lavishing each with enough love and affection to leave them giddy and full of smiles.

The episode ended with a groan, as usual. There was always some random scene or hint at something exciting happening in the next episode. They could not contain their frustration at the unanswered questions left behind once the credits started rolling.

“Mando is such an awesome character,” Namjoon exclaimed. “He’s so fucking cool with that armor and those weapons!”

“I know, right?” Taehyung cheered. “I want a jetpack like his so I can fly around.”

“Meh,” Jungkook shrugged. “I already do that at concerts. It gets old after a while.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Jimin groaned. “We get it, Kookie. You fly over ARMY and steal their hearts. Yah, get over yourself.”

“Weren’t you just saying that you wanted to do something like that?” Hoseok reminded Jimin. “Something that would require a harness and rope?”

“You sure he was talking about the concert?” Yoongi chuckled. “You can never tell when it comes to Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes widened and he tossed a pillow at Yoongi’s head. Hoseok pretended to hold Jimin back while Yoongi straightened out the couch cushions, unbothered by Jimin’s outburst.

“Relax, Jiminie,” Yoongi retorted, ruffling the younger boy’s pink hair playfully. “We all know you aren’t into anything that kinky.”

“Yeah, he is,” offered Taehyung. “You should hear him and Y/N when they think no one can hear them.”

Everyone turned to face you and the blush creeping across your cheeks could not be contained.

“So, what do you guys think of that last episode?” you squeaked, desperate for a change in the subject. “Isn’t baby Yoda the cutest thing in the whole galaxy?”

“Oh,” Jin huffed. “The green puppet is labeled as the “cutest,” but she can’t even spare one word of praise for any of us?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook scoffed. “What’s up with that, noona?”

“She likes the puppet more than she likes us,” Yoongi pouted. “Replaced by beady eyes and floppy ears.”

“Jagiya,” Namjoon teased. “Have you really replaced us with baby Yoda? I’m hurt. You wound me with your words.”

They all collapsed into a collective group of troubled and tortured lovers, each pulling on your heartstrings, trying to exhibit the supposed pain they felt.

“My jagi doesn’t love me anymore,” Taehyung wailed against Namjoon’s arm. “She just loves baby Yoda.”

“I guess it’s all over then, huh, jagiya?” Yoongi deadpanned. “Should I start moving your stuff out of my room?”

“How about a little warning next time, Y/N?” Jin growled. “Give a man some time to prepare for such devastating heartbreak.”

Jungkook crawled across the floor, grasping as your bare feet, wiping away his fake tears.

“I can’t believe you would do this to us,” he sobbed against your calf. “After all we’ve been through?”

Hoseok was comforting an inconsolable Jimin by the kitchen counter.

“I don’t think we’ll ever recover, baby,” Hoseok pouted. “Jimin may never dance again.”

“What?” you cried. “Why?”

“Too sad” Jimin sniffled. “My love means nothing to you.”

You could not believe how ridiculous they were being...over a little green puppet, no less. There was only one thing to do.

“Alright, fine,” you relented. “I give up. You win.”

The big fakers grinned and turned toward you, waiting for an apology or some kind of conciliatory response.

You took a deep breath and released an exasperated sigh. Before you spoke, you looked at each one. You walked over to Namjoon and took his hands into your own.

“Oh, come on,” Jin objected. “Seriously? Him?!”

Namjoon’s dimples made an immediate appearance as he looked down at your face. You revealed no emotion, just resolve. The only way this would work was if you really sold it.

“Namjoon-ssi,” you began. “As the leader of this group, it is my duty to tell you that I am officially leaving all of you. Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I love you all so much, but I can’t possibly choose one out of the seven. I’m hurt that you’d even ask me to do something like that.”

“Jagiya,” Namjoon interrupted in a panic. “We were kidding. You know that, don’t you?”

“I can’t even talk about it as a joke, Joonie,” you sniffled. “You’re all the greatest loves of my life. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the girl you wanted me to be. Goodbye, my loves. I will miss you all.”

As their jaws dropped, you walked away toward the bedrooms.

“I’ll start gathering my things,” you shot back at them, sadness pooling in your eyes.

You turned away and the smirk on your face was hidden from their view. They immediately started to freak out and tripped over each other trying to reach you.

“JAGIYA,” shouted all seven in unison. “No! Don’t go!”

You whirled around and gave them your best puppy dog eyes and quivering lip combo. The powerful image stopped them in their tracks, reducing them to a crumbling mess. They fell on their knees and begged for your forgiveness, pleaded for you to stay, proclaimed their undying love for you, promised to never make you choose again.

The onslaught seemed never-ending, and your composure was at the breaking point.

When real tears were spilling out of Jungkook’s eyes, you buckled slightly. He always cried at everything, so you could resist that. What broke you was Yoongi.

The utter despair in his face and the single tear that pooled at the corner of his eye turned you to jelly. You tracked its movement down his cheek and his trembling lips had you jumping over all of them to pull Yoongi into your arms.

He reciprocated without a second thought, burying his face into your hair and released a choked sob.

“Please don’t go, my love,” he whispered. “I can’t live without you.”

You pulled back and matched his own teary eyes. You stroked his minty green hair and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere, jagi,” you promised. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of you guys making me choose one of you over something so silly.”

You turned in Yoongi’s grasp to face the rest of them. They were all in various stages of recovery now that they knew you weren’t actually leaving.

“I love you all so much,” you repeated. “Please don’t ever make me choose. That would destroy me. I either have all of you or none of you.”

“All,” they agreed wholeheartedly.

Jimin leaned in to pull you into a soft kiss, enveloping your bottom lip with his own plushy ones. You felt other pairs of lips placing kisses on your cheeks and opened your eyes to see Jin and Namjoon on either side of you. They all made room for everyone else to join in the group hug and you sighed in relief.

My dorks. God, I love them.

“I think I know how to solve this once and for all,” Namjoon suddenly proclaimed. “Y/N is the cutest of them all.”

“Even cuter than baby Yoda?” you queried.

“Of course, jagiya,” Jungkook assured you.

He looked up at the rest of the group and grinned, shaking his head. He carefully mouthed the words:

“No way.”

As tempted as they were to rat him out, they all smiled. It just wasn’t worth the fight. They would just wait and use it against him later.

“Anyone up for some dessert?” Jin asked. “I could make something.”

“Ooh,” you exclaimed. “I want to make cookies!”

“Yes, chocolate chip,” Hoseok agreed.

“No,” Jimin argued. “We made those last time! I want your oatmeal cranberry cookies, jagi.”

“If anyone cares,” Yoongi murmured into your neck. “I would like brownies.”

“Can I please request white chocolate macadamia nut cookies?” Namjoon pleaded. “You make the best ones.”

“Or we could all just eat Oreos,” Taehyung suggested. “I just bought a whole pack of Dark Chocolate Oreos.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned loudly.

“The Mandalorian is so lucky,” you exclaimed. “He only has one obnoxious baby to deal with. I have seven of them and they’re all so needy!”

“But that’s why you love us,” Jin giggled. “Right, jagiya?”

You disentangled yourself from the various arms and hands holding onto you and made your way into the kitchen. They all followed suit, curious about what you were doing.

“So what are we doing, babygirl,” Jungkook asked cheerily. “I’m ready to work.”

“All of it,” you responded. “We will make the oatmeal cranberry cookies with white chocolate chips and macadamia nuts. We can also make slutty brownies.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Taehyung giggled. “But I like the sound of it.”

“We will layer chocolate chip cookie dough in the muffin pans,” you explained. “An Oreo goes in the middle and we top it with brownie batter and bake it. The best of three worlds.”

“So like a naughty cookie three-way?” Jimin declared. “I love it.”

“No one is getting me in a three-way,” Jungkook stated defensively. “Hard pass.”

“Sure, he says that now,” Taehyung whispered to Jimin, who giggled in return.

“Alright, everyone,” Jin announced. “Let’s make room for this baking adventure. I have spoken!”

You all laughed at Jin’s reference to your favorite show and began clearing the countertops and gathering ingredients and equipment. You took a moment to gaze at your lovable babies. Sure, they were a massive pain in the ass sometimes and you didn’t get to spend as much time as you wanted together, but they were yours.

Nothing in the galaxy was more important than that.

As you started measuring out ingredients into bowls, Yoongi snuck up behind you and pulled you into a back hug. You hummed in delight as he started massaging your back and shoulders. His hands suddenly stopped, and you looked up at him in confusion.

“What’s up, buttercup?” you asked him. “Something on your mind?”

Yoongi’s wrinkled forehead caught you off guard. He was obviously thinking about something important. But what?

His gaze shifted to meet your own and he tilted his head in question.

“Do you remember what you told me earlier?” he asked. “You know, about the different reasons you love us?”

“Yeah?” you responded. “What about it?”

“Do you honestly not know where I’m going with this?” Yoongi smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “I don’t know about the rest of them, but I’d like to know what those reasons are. We’ve never really talked about it, and it would be something nice to have something to think about when we’re not here with you.”

You gave your thoughtful honey a kiss on his pale cheek, earning a soft smile in return.

“So you want to know why I love you so much?” you prompted. “Is that all?”

He shrugged his noncommittal shoulders and pursed his lips.

“I mean, if you want to,” he murmured. “You don’t have to.”

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a deep, lingering kiss. He almost whined when you pulled away.

“Not now, babe,” you teased. “Later. Cookies now.”

You grabbed the bowl of half-mixed brownie batter and continued mixing it. Yoongi placed a bag of chopped walnuts near the bowl and snuck in a bag of toffee bits. You smiled and looked at his eager face.

“You know,” you began. “You’re like these brownies. On the surface, you are just like everyone else, full of hopes, dreams, fears. But what makes you different are the little things that no one else expects. You are unbelievably sweet and thoughtful and intellectual and patient. All of that comes through in the music that you create, and you don’t even realize it. It’s those little bits of genius that come through that make me fall in love with you over and over again.”

The breadth of his gummy smile was immeasurable, and he pulled you into an even tighter hug. The others looked up from their work stations, confused. What had they missed?

“Hey,” Hoseok admonished. “What happened? Why is Yoongi-ah getting kitchen cuddles?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Yoongi explained, kissing your cheek. “Y/N just explained why she loves me so much.”

The others exchanged curious glances. You recognized the looks on their faces.

Uh oh. I know what’s coming next.

“I want to know that too,” Taehyung complained loudly.

The others joined in echoing Taehyung’s complaint. You took a deep breath and shook your head, amused at their display of neediness and insecurity.

“Keep working and I will tell each of you,” you agreed. “One by one, no interruptions. Agreed?”

“She has spoken!” Jin declared. “Now, get back to work, my kitchen slaves!”

“We are not your slaves, hyung,” Jungkook retorted. “If we belong to anyone, it’s Y/N.”

“Fair enough,” Jin laughed squeakily. “But, this is my kitchen and I will kick you out if you aren’t working. Now, move it!”

They all continued their various tasks and you wriggled out of Yoongi’s grasp after telling him to mix the walnuts and toffee into the brownie batter.

You made your way around the room, checking everyone’s progress. You stopped when you saw Namjoon struggling to chop macadamia nuts. The struggle was real with this one.

“Joonie, sweetheart,” you giggled. “What are you doing?”

He threw his head back and let out an exasperated yelp. He had a pile of awkwardly chopped nuts on one side of the cutting board and a bowl of whole nuts on the other. At this rate, they’d never get the cookies done.

“How do you always get them cut so uniformly?” he whined. “I’m trying to cut them like you do, but I keep messing it up.”

“Would you like some help, love?” you offered. “There is an easier way and it will be so much faster.”

“Please,” he begged. “I’ll do anything if you just help me.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, knowing he was an anxiety-riddled mess. Cooking made him a little crazy.

You grabbed his hand and walked him over to the pantry. You started looking for the electric chopper, and while you were distracted, Namjoon’s hands started to wander.

“Babe,” you warned. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

He leaned down and nipped at your neckline, pulling a gasp from your lips. He smiled at your reaction.

“Sorry,” he chuckled while nuzzling your hair. “You know I can’t keep my hands off of you for too long. I’m addicted to your scent, my love. I could just drown in it all day and never want to come up for air. I’ll just live in a Y/N scented world and be happy forever.”

You sighed happily at his words. The man had a way of melting you into a puddle every time he went on a romantic rant. It’s no wonder he made millions with his amazing mind and its myriad creations.

Turning to face him, you buried your face against his chest. You’d missed these little moments with just you and him and a simple exchange of words.

So simple. So pure.

You opened your eyes and spotted the chopper on a bottom shelf and leaned down to get it. As soon as it was in your hands, Namjoon removed it.

“We don’t have to use this, Y/N,” he blurted nervously. “I’m sure there’s something else we could use instead.”

You knew that voice. It was the “I broke something and I don’t want anyone to find out” voice. You gently pulled the chopper from his grasp and looked inside. The blades inside were detached from their original places. They rattled around helplessly.

The guilt written on Namjoon’s face was almost too much to bear. He was so busted.

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “There is more than one way to chop nuts.”

He gave you his best apologetic smile and you handed him a plastic storage bag and a rolling pin.

As you showed him how to crush nuts in the bag, you reached up to entwine your fingers in his silver hair.

“Joonie,” you mused. “You’re a nut.”

“Huh?” he questioned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a nut,” you repeated. “A macadamia nut, to be exact. You are not a typical nut, you’re something rare and exotic. You think about things in ways no one else does, but you’re never arrogant about it. You cleverly blend in despite the fact that you far outshine other people. I love that about you. You’re always humble and gracious and willing to help those in need. You’re the perfect complement to any situation and you just make everything better, no matter what. You do all of these wonderful things for people and you never ask for anything in return. These macadamia nuts hide in the cookie batter, so you don’t always see them, but once you bite into one, they just make the cookie epically better. Like I said, you’re a nut, and that’s why I love you so much.”

His dimples reached maximum depth as he took in your compliment. The blush on his cheeks drew your attention and you pulled him down to give each cheek a great big kiss. His smile was radiant and the sparkle in his eyes unparalleled by any star in the sky.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he grinned. “I will always be your nut.”

He pulled your chin up and captured your lips with his own. He lingered for a moment and went back to crushing macadamia nuts with a ridiculous grin on his face. You gave him one last hug and wandered off to investigate the others’ progress.

For some reason, Jimin and Taehyung were sullenly sorting white and semisweet chips into two bowls. Someone had carelessly mixed them into one bag, and they were carefully separating the delicious morsels.

Speaking of delicious morsels…

“Who is responsible for this mess?” you wondered aloud.

“Jungkook,” they both groaned, their faces contorting in annoyance.

“We asked him to bring us the chocolate chips,” Jimin explained. “And he just dumped them all into one bag.”

“When we asked him why all he did was shrug and take off with my Oreos,” Tae pouted. “I bought those myself, jagi.”

You brought up your hands to scratch their heads, which had them both leaning into you like needy kitty cats. Taehyung latched onto your waist and pulled you closer so he could place his head on your shoulder. Jimin leaned over so he could rest his head on your breast, making adorable purring noises as he nuzzled.

“I’m sorry our maknae such a brat,” you cooed at your angry 95s. “I will punish him later. I promise. Can you just separate a cup and a half each of the white and semisweet chips? Leave the rest mixed and I’ll make cookies with them later.”

That certainly brightened their moods. They set to work with the measuring cups and realized they didn’t have far to go. Their renewed enthusiasm was so endearing. You sighed and leaned forward on your elbows to admire the pink and blue beauties in front of you.

“Jagiya,” Jimin smiled. “Why are you looking at us like that? It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t listen to him, babe,” Taehyung shot back. “I love it. Keep staring as long as you like.”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you, mochi,” you assured him. “I’m just thinking about how different you two are, and yet, I love you both so much.”

Taehyung finished filling his quota of chocolate and sat back in his chair, ready to hear you sing his praises.

“Go ahead, my love,” he said calmly. “I’m listening.”

“You’re both like those chocolate chips,” you began. “Tae-Tae, you’re the semisweet, and Minnie, you’re the white chocolate.”

“I want to be semisweet,” Jimin murmured cutely. “Why can’t Tae be the white ones?”

“Because I said so,” you pointed out, reaching for his hand, which he gave you without hesitation. “White chocolate isn’t technically chocolate. It has a category all its own. It’s creamy, sweet, and perfectly complements any flavor you pair it with. You’re like white chocolate, Jimin. I love you because of your sweetness, your smooth charm, and because you are a perfect match for me in any situation. We can either be complete dorks together or we can slay people with our sexiness.”

“No one is sexier than you,” he smirked, pulling your hand to his lips and running his fingers through his hair.

“You see,” you pointed out. “Look at that smile, those bedroom eyes, the way you run your fingers through your hair. A few moments ago, you were a pouty squishy mochi, and now you’re making it very difficult for me to concentrate.”

Jimin grinned and ducked his head to hide his flushed cheeks. You walked over to lift his face and you pressed a dozen kisses all over it.

“You are my white chocolate,” you stated while cupping his cheeks. “I love you and I will always want you. That should never be a question you have to ask yourself, my love.”

His smile settled and his half-moon eyes made you melt. He pulled you into a tight hug and then kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, jagiya.” he whispered into your hair. “That means a lot to me.”

You pulled away and whirled around to see an impatient Taehyung with his arms crossed, tapping his foot against the side of the prep table. His frown was so deep that you actually wondered whether he was really upset or not.

“Tae-Tae?” you asked cautiously. “You’re not mad at me, are you, honeybear?”

His cool composure cracked at the use of his favorite pet name and he giggled uncontrollably. He pulled you into his arms and laughed into your hair. When his giggle fit receded, he wiped away a few tears and beamed at you.

“You’re not the only actor around here, babe,” he bragged. “I am a man of many talents.”

“No kidding,” you sighed. “You almost had me there.”

“I know,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your nose. “‘Almost’ still counts.”

“Which brings me to my point about you,” you continued. “Want to venture a guess about my reasons for loving you, my semi-sweet chocolate chip?”

Taehyung made a big show of leaning back and pretending to think. You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying he looked like a Korean Winnie the Pooh.

Think, think, think…

“I think I know,” he offered. “But tell me anyway so I can make sure that you know.”

“Ok,” you relented, rolling your eyes playfully. “Semi-sweet chips are a perfect balance of sweet and bitter flavors. Your own chaotic nature is also a mixture of sweet and sour. You can be an absolute sweetheart one minute and then turn around and pull mean pranks on people the next.”

“Like a Sour Patch Kid!” he cheered.

“Yes, exactly,” you continued. “Despite how crazy you make me sometimes, you always pull me back in with that adorable smile, that dreamy tone in your voice, and your playful antics. I would never ask you to change that because that deadly combination makes me fall for you every time.”

He beamed the aforementioned boxy smile at you and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

“You think I’m deadly?” he teased, pulling one hand into a gun shape. “Do I have a license to kill, babe?”

“Absolutely,” you smirked. “You’re killing my patience, Tae. Just kiss me already, you dork.”

He chuckled and lifted his hands to your cheeks. He leaned up to kiss your forehead, then proceeded to kiss every available surface on your face. You giggled and tried to pull away, but you were hopelessly trapped in his loving embrace.

When he finally released you, the cookie dough was ready for the add-ins, so Tae scurried off to help mix the dough. Jimin pressed another kiss to your cheek as he passed you on the way to the other stand mixer.

You looked around the kitchen and checked on everyone. You noticed Hoseok was missing, so you wandered over to the pantry to look for him.

You found him on a stepladder, stretching to reach an unopened bag of dried cranberries on the top shelf. His balance was impeccable, but he still needed a few centimeters to reach the desired bag.

You placed a hand on his calf to steady him and he nearly jumped onto one of the shelves in fright.

“JAGIYA,” he screamed. “What are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, Hobi,” you soothed, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. “Do you need some help, my love?”

He stepped down and put his arm around you, still looking up at the bag just beyond his reach.

“I don’t think I can reach that stupid bag,” he griped. “And I don’t think I can lift you high enough to reach either. I need those cranberries for the cookies.”

While he shot dirty looks at the bag in question, you looked behind the pantry door for the broom. You lifted it to the bag in question and nudged the bag off the shelf. Hoseok yelped as it fell, but caught it without any problems. He gripped the bag tightly and shifted his annoyed eyes to you.

“Seriously,” he murmured. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and put the broom back behind the door. A loud sigh of exasperation preceded the back hug you were pulled into. Hoseok rested his head on your shoulder and pouted.

“You’re so smart, baby,” he sighed. “What would I do without you?”

“Shrivel up and die like these cranberries,” you joked. “But you’d still be delicious.”

He tickled you for your comment and it quickly turned into a gentle make-out session against the pantry door, the bag of cranberries carelessly discarded on the counter.

“How did I get so lucky?” Hoseok whispered against your lips.

“I ask myself that same question every day, Hobi,” you confessed. “I am the luckiest person in the world to have you all in my life. You’re one of the reasons I’m so thankful for this gift I’ve been given.”

“Really?” he smiled. “Why is that, sweetheart?”

“Well,” you began, grabbing the cranberries off the counter. “You’re like these cranberries: a bright flavor that dances on the tongue and invites you back for more. You can be a bit much at times, but I never get tired of it. I would miss you if you weren’t in my life, just like I’d miss the cranberries if they weren’t in the cookies. I need your sharp energy, your tart personality, the rich hues you bring into my life. I felt so dull and plain before I met you. You’re the splash of sunshine that pulls me out of the shadows, no matter how deep they get. I wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t have you in my world, Hobi.”

His effulgence engulfed the looming sadness in your eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and took the bag from your hands.

“I better get these to the cookie dough,” he cheered. “We can’t have my gorgeous babydoll missing out on something she loves so much.”

With a wink and another kiss, he bounced off toward the kitchen. You shook your head and smiled.

Always there for me, isn’t he?

You were about to round the corner when Jungkook hopped into the kitchen, nearly knocking you over.

“Oh shit,” he cried. “I’m sorry, babygirl, are you ok?”

He helped you get back to a standing position, and looked you over for any damages. You laughed and patted his face, assuring him you were just fine.

“What’s up, Kookie?” you asked. “What are you doing here?”

He flushed in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I kinda ate most of the Oreos Taehyung had,” he admitted. “Now, we don’t have enough for the slutty brownies.”

You sighed and shook your head.

Of course, he did.

“They sent me to get more Oreos,” he explained. “Do we have anymore?”

“Well, we have regular Oreos,” you replied. “I may or may not have another package of Dark Chocolate Oreos somewhere, but I’m not sure you deserve them, my little troublemaker.”

His face pulled up into a mischievous bunny smile and he ran his hands up and down your side, trying to butter you up.

“Where are they, noona?” he asked sweetly. “Where are you hiding them?”

You weren’t falling for his charms. He’d already caused two problems today, and he needed to be punished.

“I’m not telling you anything, Jeon Jungkook,” you declared. “You need to suffer for your bad behavior.”

His grin faltered slightly and he pouted his lips at you and leaned in to kiss you. You pulled away and shook your head. The look on his face was priceless.

“No kisses?” he asked incredulously. “That’s my punishment? Seriously? That’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair,” you corrected him. “Is that Jimin and Tae had to separate individual chocolate chips because of you and now we’re short on Oreos because you were snacking too much.”

He nodded in agreement and huffed out a deep sigh.

“Ok, ok,” he conceded. “I admit that I was kind of a dick to Jimin and Tae, but they always pick on me, so I should be allowed to retaliate. I am sorry that it affected our baking time though. But you can’t hold the Oreos against me, noona. I was hungry and they tasted so good. Before I realized it, I’d eaten half the bag.”

His frown was genuine, but you weren’t totally ready to let him off the hook just yet. Sometimes, he just needed a little reminder of his flaws, especially since he was good at almost everything.

“Kookie,” you sighed. “Do you have any idea why I love you so much?”

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. He was trying to choose his words carefully but decided to bite his tongue before he got into any more trouble.

“No,” he replied. “Honestly, I still have trouble accepting that you love all of us equally. It doesn’t always feel that way.”

“You’re just saying that because you know you’re in trouble right now,” you chastised. “When we all got into this relationship, we sat down and had a long talk about how and why this would work. Everyone gets equal time, no one is excluded, everyone communicates. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “But that was a long time ago, noona. How can I be sure you still feel that way about all of us?”

You ruffled his hair and put your arms around his neck. He bit his lip and you leaned in to kiss the adorable freckle just below his bottom lip. He tried to reciprocate, but you pulled away, determined to finish your conversation before he distracted you with affection.

“That day, you swore that you would be the best at this relationship,” you reminded him. “As though this were a competition of some sort. But it isn’t, Kook. A lot of time has passed, and we are all different people now. The only thing that’s remained the same is how I feel about all of you.”

“And how do you feel about me specifically?” he prompted. “You aren’t getting tired of me yet?”

“Are you kidding?” you gawked. “How could I? You are Mr. Fun around here. You indulge in all the insane things I want to do that no one else does. We’ve gone bungee jumping, skydiving, zip-lining, paragliding, snowboarding, scuba diving, and we even went to that ropes course that was 50 feet in the air. We slept in a luxury treehouse for our last weekend together. You and I get into all kinds of insane activities, and I absolutely love it.”

“It was so much fun,” he squealed. “I’m glad I got to share those experiences with you.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “But that isn’t the only reason I love you.”

You turned and reached into the pantry, behind the boxes of instant oatmeal that only you ate. Underneath a box of brown sugar cinnamon oatmeal was an unopened package of dark chocolate Oreos. You handed them to Jungkook and his face lit up with glee.

“You are like these cookies, Kookie,” you stated. “They seem perfectly uniform and structured, but they have their flaws just like anything else does. We always joke that you’re good at everything, but you and I both know that isn’t true. Knowing the intimate details of your life and sharing in those shortcomings makes me feel very loved and trusted. I love knowing that even though the world gets to see so much of you, I am the one who sees the real you, beyond the cameras and the lights. The Jungkook who packs two left shoes, the one who forgets to put on deodorant, the one who trips over his untied shoelaces, the one who knocks his head into a tree branch because he’s not paying attention, the one who falls on his butt when he’s trying to show off in front of his hyungs. That’s the Jungkook I love and I will continue to love his goofy ass for as long as I’m alive.”

He pulled you into a tight hug and you heard him sniffle against your temple.

Such a crybaby.

“Oh, Kookie,” you cooed. “Why is my baby crying?”

“Because you got me all emotional and in my feels,” he croaked out. “Now I have to go back into the kitchen and everyone is going to make fun of me.”

“Yup,” you confirmed. “Consider that your punishment, my love. Enjoy!”

With that, you spun him around and pushed him back into the kitchen, making sure to smack his ass on the way.

One spanking will suffice...for now.

The first batch of cookies was in the oven and Jin had the trays of slutty brownies ready to go. He was just a few Oreos short, which Jungkook was quick to remedy, turning away to wipe away his tears.

“She made you cry, didn’t she?” Yoongi probed, smirking at the weepy maknae.

Everyone turned to look at Jungkook, and once they saw his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, their smiles grew exponentially. They all knew he’d been causing trouble, so they knew you’d punish him sooner or later.

Luckily for him, no one got the opportunity to indulge in teasing him because Jin dropped the last bit of brownie batter onto the pan and handed the tray to Hoseok to put it into the oven. There were already cookies cooling on racks and Namjoon and Yoongi were guarding them from the younger boys.

“Hey!” Jin spat in your direction. “I’ve had to listen to all kinds of conversations about chocolate and brownies and raisins or whatever. Everyone is happy because you’ve told them all these wonderful things and I’m the only one left and you haven’t said one word to me. What’s up with that, Y/N-ssi?”

“Oh snap,” Namjoon murmured. “He broke out the ssi. He must be really pissed off.”

“Y/N-ssi, huh?” you replied, cocking an eyebrow while walking toward him. “Is that how we’re addressing each other now, Jinnie? What happened to “princess” or “sweetie” or “my goddess?”

“You only get those names when you’re a good girl,” he gritted out. “Not when you’re being mean to me.”

You wedged yourself between him and the counter. He looked down at you and you could see the bright pink tips of his ears poking out amid his fluffy cocoa hair. There was a smear of flour on his cheek and you fought the urge to mention it.

He put his hands on his hips and gave you his best angry Jin look. You reached up to place your hands on his broad shoulders and leaned into his chest. It took him only a moment, but his arms found their way around your back, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“I’m very sorry, Jin, sweetheart,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to make you feel excluded or forgotten.”

“Well, you did,” he pouted. “Do you not love me anymore, princess?”

You hugged him tighter and sighed deeply. These boys were always so insecure. Sure, your relationship was complicated, but they could never convince themselves that you actually loved and wanted all of them. Thankfully, you always found ways to remind them that was never an issue.

“Jin, honey, I love you more than you could possibly know,” you said, looking up at him to make sure he was listening. “You are the glue that holds our unconventional group together.”

“No,” he disagreed. “You are.”

You giggled and shook your head at him.

Silly man.

“Jin, my love, look around,” you pointed out. “You keep the rest of us in line when things start to go south. You remind everyone to share time like adults and not to fight over stupid things. Sometimes, I feel like you’re the only adult in this relationship. Then, you do ridiculous things like dance in front of the TV or tell us those terrible jokes of yours. That’s when I remember that you’re just as much of a child as we are inside.”

“My goddess is so smart and hot,” Jin beamed. “Do you know why educated people are so hot?”

Uh oh…

“Don’t-“ Yoongi begged.

“Why?” You asked, knowing you were in for some major cheese.

“Because they have a lot of degrees!” he squealed, releasing a long laugh reminiscent of a windshield wiper.

A barrage of groans erupted throughout the kitchen.

“Please tell me you don’t love him after that,” Namjoon pleaded. “That was awful.”

“Sorry, Joon,” you replied. “I love this adorable cornball. You know you all love him just as much. Just like that flour he’s got on his cheek, he’s a part of everything we love, including all the snacks we’re making. He’s essential to this relationship and we wouldn’t have it without him. He convinced me to give this a try and he convinced all of you that it would work. Don’t be so hard on him, even if his jokes are terrible.”

You reached up to wipe his cheek clean and he leaned in to kiss you.

Ding!

“The cookies are done!” Jimin cheered. “Snack time!”

Everyone started arranging the baked goods on trays to take back into the living room. You walked over to the loveseat hand in hand with Jin and you both settled down for another cuddle session.

“So what are we watching now?” Jungkook asked, just before shoving an entire slutty brownie in his mouth.

“We’re not going to watch you eat, that’s for sure,” Taehyung commented. “Gross.”

“I think we should watch a Disney movie,” Hoseok suggested. “We need to actually use this subscription to make it worth it.”

“Let’s watch Endgame again,” Jungkook offered. “We didn’t get to finish it last time.”

Everyone agreed and the movie started up.

“So,” Taehyung piped up. “Who do you think the best Marvel hero is? My money is on Star-Lord.”

A collective uproar broke out and you groaned.

Not again.

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itsclydebitches · 5 years ago

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Three different topics

Hi! Sorry to bother you again. Jist wanted to know your opinion on 3 RWBY topics that have been swimming in my brain.

Ironwood was fine with it

I find it hilariously sad (maybe even ironic?) that the RWBY writers tried so hard to frame Ruby&Co as completely in the right for not saying anything to him because ‘who knows how Ironwood would react?!’ But in the end, they’re still wrong. He reacted just fine. Better than, even. No yelling, berating, or mental breakdowns in sight. So they proved themselves wrong. While trying to prove themselves right. I’m torn between laughing until I can’t breathe or screaming until I can’t breathe.

Whitley

With the way the writing is going, I’m kinda worried that they’ll end up playing the 'Whitley is like his father’ thing seriously. Because if they don’t, then Weiss would have been wrong about him. And in this pro-protagonist dystopia that they’ve created, that’s not allowed to happen. But in order to make Weiss the righteous one, they’ll have to demonize Whitley to prove that Weiss was correct about him. And I’m incredibly uncomfortable with the notion that they might just end up doing that. Because while they haven’t been so far, I don’t trust them to stick to their story the way it’s been written. They haven’t stuck with anything else after all. (Except hating Ozpin. Seriously, did the voice actor or the character do something to them? At this point I’m wondering 'did Ozpin run over your puppy? Steal your significant other? Call your mother fat?’ This level of hatred seems a bit obsessive..)

The Grimm and Salem

I don’t know if both the writers and the characters have forgotten, but… do they understand that the Grimm still exist separate to Salem? Like, she can control them, sure. But she didn’t bring them into existence. She dived into a Grimm pool that already existed and gained her abilities. Do they realize that the way the story is setup even if the main characters defeat Salem, the Grimm don’t just cease to exist? One of the biggest 'Ozpin is evil!’ arguments that I’ve heard is that he was sending people to die by going up against Salem, but he was sending them to fight Grimm. The things that she did not create. The things that will still be roaming around attacking people with or without her. I don’t know if that was intentional? (I doubt it.) But this is a major problem with the narrative. 'Ozpin was sending people to die!’ Yeah. Against the Grimm. The things that you already signed up to fight and potentially die to. As far as I can tell the only ones who were actually supposed to be doing anything involving Salem were Qrow and Raven. And they were just supposed to be surveillance. 'We just have to take down Salem!’ But there will still be Grimm. The terrible nightmare creatures that like to tear people apart. Remember them? 'Just collect the relics! That’ll solve the Grimm problem!’ And then you’ll have to deal with uniting people. Everyone. Like Jacques Schnee. Unless you plan to kill everyone that presents a problem to you. It just feels like the show is focusing way too heavily on the 'Salem’ part of the story, when the other two problems are just as bad, if not worse. Salem at the end is one person (simplified down). The Grimm are much bigger in numbers, can show up anywhere, and don’t go down by taking out one. Uniting humanity is another problem because there’s always going to be someone who thinks of themselves as 'better.’ But, you know, Salem. Sure.

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RWBY topics, hell yeah! Putting the rest below a readmore to save dash space.

1. Oh my god don’t get me started on that. The real kicker is that I agree with them. In that I agree that EVERYONE should be very careful about who they reveal this information to. I’ve never once thought that Ruby and company were in the wrong for being cautious, only in their and the writing’s insistence that only they can be cautious whereas Ozpin and Ironwood are horrible, flawed people for doing the exact same thing. Regardless of that though, the group was indeed proven wrong this last episode whereas Ozpin was proven RIGHT:

Ozpin: I don’t want to tell you this because I’m afraid that you will betray me and lose hope in our mission

Group: [Proceeds to betray him by stealing the relic, stealing Jinn’s name, ripping his whole past from him, denying him any sympathy or support, physically assaulting him, driving him off, losing hope for a stretch, and continually painting him as a convenient scapegoat to all their problems]

Ozpin: [Hanging out in Oscar’s head] Oh wow look at that, I was totally justified in being cautious with them. They handled that horribly.

vs.

Group: We’re going to do to Ironwood precisely what Ozpin did to us---only with more stakes attached---because who KNOWS how Ironwood might react. If we went on drinking binges and attacked a kid over this, imagine what a man with real power would do

Ironwood: [A level-headed adult who, unlike the group, has actually proven his trustworthiness in the past, who is not inclined to blame others for bad situations or physically attack them] Wow this is horrifying. Astoundingly though I’m not going to punch you over it. However, I am going to jump straight to blaming Ozpin and absolving you because heaven forbid anyone acknowledge the hypocrisy around here

tl:dr yeah I’m still salty

2. Oh man I hadn’t even thought of that as a possibility... but yeah. It’s far from impossible based on a) how we’ve seen RWBY treat male abuse victims in the past (not well) and b) RWBY’s endless ability to straight up ignore things they’ve established. Meaning, we saw in The Lost Fable a huge amount of sympathy for Ozpin which was then completely erased to make him the thematic antagonist. In the same way, we may have seen Weiss coming to that realization that Whitley needs her help... but in RWBY’s writing that means absolutely nothing. We can’t bank on them following up on that because they haven’t bothered to follow up on so much else. We may very well get an evil!Whitley arc and a heroic!Weiss arc to contrast him, leaving the viewer wondering, “What happened to that epiphany you had with your mother about how Whitley has little to no chance of change unless he receive support from someone other than his father?” and the answer will be, “Wait, you thought RWBY was consistent?”

3. Perfect example of this: literally everything you’ve laid out in regards to the grimm. That has frustrated me for volumes now, ever since the group (and the fandom) started painting Ozpin and his connection to Salem as the sole reason for why things are bad in the world. As if there isn’t, as you say, literal monsters running around devouring people entirely disconnected from her and her spat with the gods. The group willingly signed up to risk their lives to fight grimm. They knew they were fighting an immortal enemy in the form of the grimm. They know they’ve done important work by protecting people from grimm. They know the grimm will still be there even if the Salem threat is taken care of... but no one ever acknowledges this. The writing has forgotten its primary antagonist. Is Salem a super big danger that they need to take care of as soon as possible? Absolutely, but getting rid of her doesn’t solve every problem like the group seems to think it will and it certainly can’t act as a convenient excuse now that things have gotten harder. “You had us risking our lives to kill an immortal woman!” This is what I mean when I say that RWBY’s writing and much of RWBY’s fandom literally just makes stuff up. That is not what happened. Everyone go back and watch Ruby begging Ozpin to let her into Beacon because she, of her own agency and free will, wants to fight the very real monsters that are threatening her world. Salem only makes that problem worse.

#rwby #rwby volume 7 #rwby volume 7 spoilers #mymetas #submission

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nascent-chaos · 5 years ago

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This is another ask that I wanted to ask but I put it separately, what type of monster would Reed be? and if she got turned into a monster for some reason how would each skeleton react?

I had answered a similar ask in the past, but if Reed were to turn into a monster? Now THAT’S a different story!

Her species would still be more or less the same - a plant-like monster, fairly humanoid in terms of appearance (I’d imagine something not unlike Undyne), but a bit more sensitive to her surroundings.

Sans :: He and Red are the first to find her, both woken by her panicked shouts for Sans early that morning. Surprisingly, it’s Classic who’s the first to brace for a confrontation when he sees a strange monster standing in the doorway to her bathroom and their human is nowhere to be found; it’s only thanks to Red’s timely intervention that he’s kept from actually attacking the intruder first and asking questions later.

Once the misunderstanding has been cleared up and he’s calmed her down… well, if you thought Sans was overprotective of her before, it’s nothing compared to how he is now. After all, she’s managed to make her fair share of enemies as a human, and that will only get worse now that she’s a monster. Is locking her up in the loft like Rapunzel an option? He’d probably seriously consider it, were it not for the fact that she now seems acutely aware of his anxiety and uncertainties - likely because she’s now able to hear his soul just as easily as he can hear hers. He might not be able to keep her in the house at all times, but he’ll certainly make sure to stick with her if she happens to venture off the mountain.

Papyrus :: She’s barreling down the stairs shouting for his brother when he sees her, and initially mistakes her as an acquaintance of Reed or Red’s, who… happens to sound surprisingly similar to their human? And who even knows him by name?

Wait, what do you mean this is his human?!

… Yeah, they’re both going to tag-team against his brother to find out what the heck he’s gone and done this time.

Papyrus is easily the most attentive to her needs as she tries getting accustomed to her new lifestyle, and is one of the most vocal when it comes to expressing his excitement over this change. He’s fascinated by all, and rightly so, as she’s now experiencing everyday things for the first time that he’d have never otherwise given a second thought to. That tingle of rejuvenating magic they all feel when eating? Her first time feeling that in full force makes her shiver and give a squeak of astonishment that leaves him wanting to sweep her up in adoring cuddles. The first time she’s managed to manifest a bullet? He’s over the moon, showering her in praise that leaves her green-tinged skin glowing red with embarrassment. He and Edge are the one that lead the charge in teaching her everything she needs to know, often to comedic effect, but at the end of the day she’s happier and healthier than ever!

Blue :: He had only just returned from his morning run when he notices an unfamiliar figure striding across the lawns and making a beeline for the workshop. He’s quick to call out to them, and they come to an abrupt halt as he quickly jogs up to them. Before he can say so much as a greeting, though, they’ve all but burst into tears, blubbering something about waking up and feeling funny and please tell her this is only temporary, because she has no idea how she’s going to explain this to Muffet, and… ooh.

Ooh…

It’s safe to say the first person that responds to his irritable rasps on the workshop doors will be in for a good talking-to.

Blue tries to keep things as normal as possible, but his attempts at normalcy tend to go so overboard they usually end up as anything but - what might be a quick jaunt up to the store might turn into an over-the-top game of Secret Agent Reed as they try to procure a jug of milk without her being seen (as she claims rather exasperatedly that she doubts anyone would even recognize her all the while).

Stretch :: It’s still in the early hours of the morning when he and the others are down in the lab tinkering on the machine, still attempting to wrangle the oversized tin can after it’s had another one of its episodes. So, naturally, when there is yet another furious banging to be heard coming from the door, they’re each understandably apprehensive - after all, the last time this happened Dust had appeared on their doorstep.

Only, it’s not Edge or one of the others that greet him when he peers outside, but a monster he’d never seen before - and they’re utterly livid.

“What the fuck did you guys do?!”

… Well. That’s not good.

The rest of the morning is spent juggling a nearly hysterical human(monster?) and trying to stabilize the machine once more. After realizing Reed has spent the entire day pacing about the house anxiously, however, he eventually throws in the towel and settles for taking the remainder of the day to try and calm her down. It proves to be far easier a task than what he faced down in the workshop, at least.

Stretch proves to be the perfect counter to her worrisome side, easily able to quell her stress and get her to sit still and unwind for a bit. Like Hickory, he takes everything in stride and reminds her that the change doesn’t really mean the end of the world - they’re not gonna just leave her like this, so why not enjoy it a little?

And hey, cuddle time with her has just become even more enjoyable now that she fills any room she enters with the scent of fresh flowers.

Red :: He’s the first to sense something’s wrong, hearing her soul thrumming with barely-contained panic from the floor below late one morning. When his nervous knocks at her door are ignored and his calls to her go unanswered he’s shortcutting into her room to see what’s going on…

Only to find a stranger there instead.

Instinct has his magic flaring in his socket in seconds, but he retains enough sense to notice the similarities in her appearance and the fact that he can feel their dread, can hear their confusion and uncertainty and panic in a way he’s only ever experienced with Reed. When he realizes the face that’s looking up at him now is actually hers, that the voice that says his name with such relief is her own…

“… aww shit.”

He doesn’t stray too far from her side over the next few days and is surprisingly… helpful, casually giving her tips for things she seems oblivious to (‘of course yer gonna be tired, rosebud, ya ain’t been outta the house in two days! last i checked, flowers needed sunlight.’). Of course, this doesn’t mean his flirtatious self has taken any time off. If anything he’s even more likely to try sweeping her off her feet - it seems the knowledge that their connection is open both ways now has freed him from any prior restraints he may have put on himself. Firing sultry comments hidden beneath flowery puns that make her blush becomes the norm and Red makes absolutely no attempt to hide the intentions he knows his soul is singing from her.

Edge :: Drawn by the sound of her shouts echoing down the hallways, she runs into him just as he’s exiting his room - literally runs, barreling into him and sending them both spilling back into his quarters. She’s sputtering frantic, barely-coherent apologies as she’s scrambling to help him up, and it’s then that he realizes something is amiss. The skin of her hands is far too green to be a healthy, human color, transitioning seamlessly with the leaves that encircle her wrists. He’d have suspected it to be some ridiculously accurate costume were it not for the magic he can feel thrumming beneath her skin at her touch.

Looking up, he’s actually rendered speechless at the sight that greets him.

He is not happy about this change whatsoever. Not that it’s anything she can help - he knows full well Reed has had no hand in the strange cards fate has dealt her, but damn if he’s not muttering complaints under his breath every other minute. Any instinctual knowledge that would have typically been expected in a babybones seems to have completely passed her by; she lacks any real control over her magic, barely knows how to do something as simple as CHECK someone, and don’t even get him started on her apparent disregard for her own safety. While she says she knows full well the sort of danger she’d be in if she just strolled into down, Edge constantly finds himself doubting her words and is always the first to argue against her so much as stepping out of his sight, much less wandering down the mountain and into town.

Hickory :: It’s the loud chatter of the others as they pass by that awakens him.

It’s the sound of her terrified soul accompanying them that has him shooting up and rushing to the door to peek outside and see what’s happened.

And it’s the sight of a familiar plant-like monster looking to be in no small amount of duress that has him grumbling to himself, ‘i don’ beleaf this shit…’

While everyone is running around playing body-guard to their human, it’s Hickory who makes sure Reed has a free moment to breathe and takes time to actually relax and remember to enjoy life, different though it may now be. He knows things’ll be fixed in time - until then, why not make the most of it? It’s not like a human gets turned into a monster every day. Like Stretch, he’s one of the voices that tempts her into long cuddles sessions or late-night movie binges or coaxes her into spending her time outside soaking up some sun and enjoying what time she’ll be having off from work.

Black :: He’s startled awake by the thunderous sound of his human bolting down the stars just outside of his room, shouting angrily for Classic in a tone that immediately has him tensed and ready for a fight - which isn’t a good thing, considering it’s a complete stranger he soon finds banging angrily on Classic’s door. He’d have almost thrown them out of the third story window then and there, had he not realized they shared the same voice, the same body language…

And that they called him ‘Sans’ instead of Blackberry the moment they noticed him peeking out from his room.

This… is a headache he really didn’t need.

Black is the one that manages her relations with the outside world while the others try reversing all that’s happened. He’s the one creating her alias, using his connections within the embassy to create the documentation she needs, and dealing with the increasingly-suspicious Muffet who’s eager to know just what kind of chaos the skeleton household has swept her human up into this time. His ability to spin half-truths is going to get quite the workout throughout all of this, and he’ll gripe about it even as he’s skillfully tying up any potential loose end, but at least he’ll have a very thankful little flower waiting safe and sound at home to show for it.

Dust :: He’s one of the last to find out what’s happened, groggily shortcutting downstairs one morning to find everyone has already congregated in the living room and are chittering alongside a very anxious-looking monster he’s never seen before.

And it’s the fact that they’re an unfamiliar face that brings him to a dead halt because by now he’s all but certain he knew every last monster in the underground…

By and large, Dust ends up getting quite a kick out of the entire ordeal. He lacks Classic’s overprotectiveness, something that had developed following events that occurred long before he’d even come to this AU, and as such tends to be a good deal more laid-back and teasing about the change on the whole. Like himself, Reed is largely confined to the lodge and its property, and Dust eventually takes it upon himself to give the new monster the tips and tricks she needs to keep herself from going as insane as he’s gone while under her might-as-well-be house arrest. He’ll accompany her when he has nothing better to do, lazing around as she tends to chores or the garden or goes for walks to shed some of her anxiousness, and makes for a surprisingly decent person to vent to when she’s feeling too antsy and needs to get her frustrations off of her chest.

#anon asks #ask mimi #monster!reed #species swap #undertale #opats

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what-if-questions · 5 years ago

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The Good Place Finale

Here are my opinions regarding the ending of The Good Place.

Keep in mind that these are my own opinions, I’m not forcing you to agree with me. If you thought the finale was perfect, good for you! Personally, though, I am not satisfied.

TL;DR (more detailed rambling under “Keep Reading”):

loved that Michael became a human

loved that Tahani became an architect

liked that the door turned them into those little voices of morality instead of just obliterating them from existence

hated the idea that people in the Good Place were experiencing eternal boredom/apathy rather than eternal happiness

hated that their solution for this was basically encouraging everyone to commit suicide

hated the idea that death somehow gives life meaning and purpose

basically I like the new concepts from the finale, but I hate everything that was set up in the “Patty” episode

the show should have ended with the “Mondays, Am I Right?” episode

Let’s start with the good before we move on to the bad and ugly.

I love that Michael became a human. Remember in season 2 when the others made him an honorary human? Now he gets to actually be one. Michael has always been fascinated by humans, so letting him experience what being one is really like is a great way to end his story arc on the show. (Sidenote: The scene where Michael was told he was going to become human was when I started crying.) (Sidenote #2: I choose to believe that when he dies, he’ll live in the Good Place as a human would for a while, but eventually he’ll become an architect again and hang out with Tahani and Janet instead of walking through the door.)

I love that Tahani became an architect. She (and the others) have done a lot to fix the afterlife system, so I find this to be a fitting resolution for her. In fact, I think an ending like this would have been great for all four of our humans. It would have been especially interesting in contrast to Michael—the architect becomes a human and the humans become architects. (And it definitely would have been a better ending than having them walk through the damn door.)

I have some mixed feelings about Janet. She didn’t get a real ending, she just continued to be her charming herself. On the one hand, it feels unfair that all the other main characters received some sort of a resolution, and my favorite character from the show did not. It feels like all she did in the episode was support the others; she deserved more than that. On the other hand, Janet is absolutely forking amazing the way she is, and it’s good to know that she’ll get to keep being amazing forever. (Sidenote: Loved the glimpse of her in the purple pajamas. :o) )

In regards to Eleanor, Chidi and Jason…

Jason essentially turning into a monk by accident—and not as a torture method—was not what I’d call a happy ending, but it was a funny ending, so I’m okay with that. (Sidenote: After that scene where he was first meant to walk through the door, I called it that he wouldn’t walk through yet and he’d make a surprise appearance later.)

I like that walking through the door didn’t simply destroy the humans but turned them into those little voices in people’s heads. It felt true to the show. The show is about learning to be better, and Eleanor always said that it was a little voice in her head that was compelling her to do so. To see her become a good person and turn into that little voice for someone else, to teach and guide others with what she’s learned… It seemed very appropriate that walking through the door would have this effect. However…

I do not like the idea of the door existing in the first place. At all. This is something I hated as soon as it was brought up as a concept in the “Patty” episode, and I still hate it, even now that we got to see what it does. I really, really wish this had not been an aspect of the show’s ending.

First of all, I just don’t understand how spending eternity in the Good Place (where you can get and experience anything you could possibly want, including real magic, things that would be impossible in the real world) could lead to eternal apathy and boredom rather than eternal happiness. The very idea of that is something I disagreed with and disliked. They have magic doors that can take them to any reality they want! They have Janets, who can make anything they want for them! The time is infinite, yes, but so are the possibilities! Honestly, if I had been in the Good Place and started to feel unhappy, I’d just ask a Janet to make me some magical piece of candy that, if I eat it, will stop me from feeling bored and apathetic and make me feel happy forever. Bing! Problem solved, no suicide-door necessary.

Which brings me to the second thing I hated: this dumb problem had an even worse solution. People in the Good Place are not satisfied, and the solution is to create a forking suicide-door? Really? They basically said: “Are you not having fun in the afterlife anymore? Don’t bother trying to make yourself feel happy again. Just walk through this door and kill yourself! It’s painless! :)” What a depressing message to end the show on, especially after spending four seasons by telling us that we shouldn’t give up when things are hard, that we should keep trying to better ourselves and the world. They spent four seasons telling us that people can become better and improve their lives if they stick together. The ending then had them leave each other one by one to kill themselves because they thought that their lives (/afterlives) couldn’t improve anymore. How is that a fitting ending for the show? Answer: It’s not.

(And don’t come at me with any “death is what gives life purpose and meaning” because that’s absolute bullshirt in my opinion. If that’s how you look at life—you do you, but I do not share this worldview.)

I’ve seen a bunch of people call the finale “satisfying” and “comforting,” but I really don’t see it that way. At all. No matter what the show tried to say, the fact is that people don’t kill themselves when they’re happy and at peace. People kill themselves when life becomes so miserable that death starts to seem like the lesser evil. Seeing three of the main characters end up like that… Being told that, in this fictional world, everyone will end up like that… That’s not satisfying. That’s not comforting. That’s forking depressing.

Maybe I’m biased, I don’t know, but, to me, creating the door honestly felt a lot like a pro‑suicide message. And you know what? In real life, I’m not against letting people who don’t want to live anymore die. Life is not a fairy tale. Sometimes people get terminal illnesses that cannot be cured and they have to spend the rest of their lives in pain. Life can reach a point where all hope is lost and the best thing to do is end it before it gets even worse. But this is, like, the most depressing thing about life. I didn’t want this show, which had previously been making me so very happy, to suddenly remind of that fact at the end. I didn’t want this show to endorse the idea that life just sucks beyond repair and there’s nothing we can do to fix it (especially since they made it sound as though life will always end up sucking, no matter what—even if you’re living in literal paradise where you can get anything you want).

I’m not saying this just because I personally prefer stories with happy endings over depressing ones, which admittedly I do. Strongly. But honestly, even if I pretend that I don’t have this preference, I still think this was not a good ending for the show. It did not suit the show. There were almost four entire season full of hope, and the ending got suddenly hopeless. Four seasons that promoted trying to improve, then suddenly an ending that endorsed giving up. Four seasons about sticking together, then suddenly an ending about leaving each other. Four seasons full of fun, then suddenly an ending that bummed me the fork out. And sure, sometimes you have stories where something that was true throughout the whole thing is suddenly changed in a surprise twist and whatnot (see the season 1 finale), but why would you want to abandon something that’s been so positive for four years and give it such a negative, depressing twist? On a show like this? On a comedy show about bettering yourself, the final twist is that everybody gives up? That just doesn’t feel right to me.

Frankly, I would have liked it a lot more if the show had ended with the “Mondays, Am I Right?” episode. That ending would have been a lot more satisfying, comforting, hopeful and happy than the real ending was. Plus, if they had not done the last 2/3 episodes, then instead they could have stretched the first 11 into 13/14. Frankly, I thought there were things that were rushed and not explored enough, mainly the creation of the afterlife tests. (Sidenote: Ooh! I just had an idea: imagine how cool it would have been if the series finale had been about Michael going through these tests! Over and over, gradually improving, until finally passing and thereby truly cementing his redemption from a literal demon. Or maybe the finale could have been about all the six characters going through the tests; I bet Janet would have nailed hers on the first try, hee!) (Sidenote #2: Also, with this added time, we could have gotten to see more of Disco Janet, hehehe. That could have been fun.) In the end, the show would have said goodbye by having the characters set off for the Good Place. The way the real Good Place looks and works? In spite of the show’s title, I do think this could have been left to our imaginations and it would have been just fine (definitely better than what we got…).

In my opinion, if the writers really wanted to see the Good Place before the story ended, they shouldn’t have made it so stupidly flawed. And if they really wanted to have a stupid flaw, they shouldn’t have solved it in such a stupid way. They could have found a solution that didn’t sound like glorification of suicide. They could have found a solution that would have been nice to see, and then they could have let the four humans become architects instead of making them want to kill themselves. They could have (should have, in my opinion) given this show a happy ending. This show has always been so fun and full of hope—it deserved a happy ending. It deserved an ending that was not depressing and hopeless. Sadly, that’s the ending we got.

I should say, however, that even though I am not happy with the way the show ended, I still love the show as a whole. Also, even though I am not happy with the way the show ended, it was still better than the end of HIMYM. :D

Peace!

#The Good Place spoilers #TGP spoilers #The Good Place #spoiler #original post #OOP #I wrote the first draft of this right after I watched the episode #but it was more of an emotionally charged rambling than a coherent text #so I figured I’d sit on it awhile and rewrite it with a clearer head #but then I kind of stopped being active here #but I’m here now so here you go #enjoy my rant

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mollydollyjournals · 4 years ago

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I feel so disgusting. I'm guessing that small bit of alcohol and the bad food I ate did this. My face is so big I can feel it squishing around. My belly is an entity all its own. My back rolls are fighting for space.

I said I'm fasting tomorrow but I figured I'd start the timer now. I guess it'll be 36hrs total? That's how I do 'one day' - it's between when I wake up and go to sleep, rather than just 24hrs, so it ends up being longer than that. I haven't properly done that in years but right now I feel like I just can't eat. I don't know why the fuck I binged so much. This was before the alcohol so it's not even that. And I literally had the equivalent of one small glass of wine.

My body is just in such bad condition. I'm going to drink water and try to have a number of cups or herbal tea. I'll need caffeine otherwise I'll get withdrawal from that, which is exhaustion and horrible headaches, and I really can't deal with any more head pain. So I'll have green tea. I'll try to figure out how many cups is the equivalent caffeine to what I normally have in coffee. Then I'll just have other herbal teas with detox and anti-inflammatory properties. Maybe a strawberry tea as a treat kind of thing. If that's allowed. I'm not sure. I'm going to avoid sugar, sweeteners and milks etc so maybe fruit tea counts as a sugar. I'll do some research I guess. I have orange juice in the fridge so if I start to get really weak or sick I can drink some of that quickly to break the fast and get my blood sugar levels up, but hopefully I won't have to.

Then I'm going to have to just go hard on salad and restriction and remember what even a small amount of alcohol seems to have done. Maybe I'll start weighing my salt so I know exactly how much in getting rather than guessing, just in case that's contributing to water retention. I want to cook and cool some things for meal prep and salads so I might do that tomorrow. If I feel like I can handle doing it while I fast, it'll be an easy way to make it look to hb like I'm still eating. If I don't trust myself with the temptation I guess I'll just have to risk that.

Maybe I should fast one day a week. I probably should. Really I should just...not drink. At all. I think I've done a lot of serious damage now. Im scared I'll be like this all the time forever. If that's the case I can never lose weight, unless it's muscle wastage. That terrifies me beyond description. I have to try fasting. I have to see if autophagy is really a thing and if it can help my organs. I'll still have proper food and nutrients the rest of the time as much as I can. But maybe I'll just start doing things like tea and juice fasts here and there.

Toilet tmi:

I also feel particularly gross because I couldn't go today. That often happens to me the day after I drink a lot, but I drank barely anything, and recently it's been more like 3-5x a day and really soft so this is the complete opposite and really sudden. I really want to take lax. But I know if I do that I'm fucking it up for later and I'll regret it. I'll have to just wait for it to go overactive again by itself. Kinda want that to be today if possible. But at least tomorrow. Also it'll make my weight higher so I'll feel even worse mentally. I wish my body would just work

I might do something like alternate eating days, where I have like 3x 500kcal meals a day made of high protein and healthy stuff, and restrict/fast days, where I do only tea or celery juice or lettuce and berries or something like that. I don't know how to get my metabolism going. I know I need to focus on organ health too. I'll need to do another blood test soon. I keep doing blood tests and then having another sickness episode so I have to do another test to see if that one did any damage. It's getting a lot worse every time but my blood tests still say my liver is mostly okay. I need those scans. Maybe this is the time my blood tests will finally say it's failing permanently. I don't know.

I'm really sleepy but I think I'm going to try to stay awake longer. I'm not sure. I have to go run a quick errand in a bit. Thankfully it won't take long, I'm too tired. But getting up and going for a walk is a good thing even if it's only short. I should try to walk outside more. Just the fucking pandemic. And one reason I only really work out at home is that if I start to feel sick or weak it's easy to stop, I literally just have to fall backwards onto the sofa. But if I'm outside somewhere then I have to get home. I don't know.

I ramble so much to keep my mind busy. Maybe I should write some lists or something. Do a fast/meal plan. Idk. Idk.

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sadprose-auroras · 5 years ago

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watching tv or movies with Joe on the couch and his head is in your lap so you’re just rubbing/scratching his head but you don’t realize it totally knocks him out so you can just watch your boy snooze bc he’s so cute and now I’m crying 😭♥️

OH FUCK, MY GOD, OKAY, I’m gonna try my best to elaborate on this, but this fucking sent me and you nailed it so 😭😍😭😍😭.....

- At first you’re just sitting next to each other, and your leg is slung over his, and his arm is slung over yours, and his head is leaning on your shoulder.

- He keeps yawning, obviously having had a long day which he complained to you about as soon as he got home. Which is why you’re now binge-watching your favourite series, because “I just need to relax with my favourite person.”

- After a few episodes of this position, he turns his head up to look at you, and you face him, and you give each other a lazy, loving smile, and a quick kiss, before he murmurs, “Can I lay my head on your lap?” And of course, you reply, “Just do it, no need to ask.”

- So he does, swinging his legs up on the couch, head resting in your lap, facing the tv. You feel so special and chosen with his head in your lap.

- You don’t even realise you’re doing it at first; playing with his hair gently, scratching his scalp, giving him a head massage. When he points it out, a tiredly mumbled “that feels nice,” you chuckle and say that you didn’t even notice you were doing it, but of course because he likes it you continue and try and make it as good as possible.

- As you were previously, you keep making comments about the show. Now though, Joe isn’t replying, and you think it’s odd, and after a while you realise he’s fallen asleep; his chest is rising and falling, his breathing is heavy, his eyelashes are fluttering against his cheekbones, and he has the tiniest little smile on his lips. You’ve never seen him look so small or peaceful.

- Leaning down to gently press a kiss to the top of his head, you whisper “Goodnight, my love,” to him, and continue playing with his hair and gently scratching his scalp.

- When the literal entire series ends (you feel kind of bad that Joe missed quite a few episodes, as you planned to watch it together), you just sit there, not wanting to move or wake him up. Even though you were pretty uncomfortable and your legs had fallen asleep. So, you grab a pillow and place it behind your head, falling asleep in that position.

#ask #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello headcanon #joe mazzello fluff

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is-this-a-skam-account · 5 years ago

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“Anything You Want”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucas laughs before responding.

@lucallemant: i second that notion.

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

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

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

@lucallemant: i am, thank you.

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

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

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

@lucallemant: what i’m here for.

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

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

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

@lucallemant: round of applause for emma everybody.

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

@lucallemant: have fun!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Eliott.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any big summer plans?” Lucas asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucas hums, “that sounds nice.”

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

“Oh, for you?” Lucas wonders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you mind?”

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

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

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

“I told you,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lucas, you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, is it a bad time? I can go…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? What’d I say?” Lucas asks.

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

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

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

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

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

“At 11 o’clock? Of course!”

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

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

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

“I’m bipolar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” Eliott asks.

Lucas nods, “yeah, just sore.”

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

“Shut up, idiot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Some parallel universe?’” Eliott asks.

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

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try us,” Yann says.

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

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

“What, Yann! You can’t just ask him-”

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

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

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

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

Lucas pauses, “I can’t...remember.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To: Hey, where are you right now?

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

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

To: Jesus, you are too much to handle.

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

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

From: No, no, I’m sorry. What’s up?

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

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

To: Ah, okay.

From: ??

From: That’s it?

To: Yeah

From: You are very weird, Monsieur Lallemant.

To: Thanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Lucas: Hey, what are you doing later?

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

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

To Lucas: Did I do something?

To Lucas: Lucas?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eliott pauses, “you think so?”

Idriss and Sofiane nod their head frantically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what’s that?” Eliott smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eliott laughs, “whatever you want, baby.”

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Love Fest (g.d. & e.d.)

Summary: You’re the Dolan twins’ little cuddlebug.

A/N: Hi there! I’m not new to writing fanfiction, but I am new to writing fanfiction about the Dolan twins. This is my first work about them and I hope it isn’t total shit. Whether you love it or you hate it, please leave feedback! If you think it isn’t half bad, please reblog. I’m taking requests, so please send them in! Here goes.

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It’s Friday afternoon. I don’t have any classes scheduled for the day, so I’ll count that as a win. I’m only wearing a giant t-shirt and a sports bra and panties; no pants. I’ll count that as a win, too. But I’m not satisfied, because I’m a brat.

I heave a dramatic sigh. What’s taking so long? Where are they? I roll my eyes and groan out loud into the abyss. I pick up my phone for the umpteenth time and my sour pout is unrecognizable to my front facing camera so I have to physically type in my password, which is such a pain in the ass. I check my messages, because surely, I’m missing something. But nope. Nothing.

I check the group message and the last text message is from Grayson and it says We’re gonna be filming for the next few hours but we’ll be back as soon as we can! Love you and I had liked it and that had been that. But that was forever ago. And I miss my boys. I miss them to the point where I’m quickly becoming grumpy.

I check the time and realize that it’s only 2:15 in the afternoon, but still. It’s been four hours, four whole, entire hours, since I’ve seen my boys and that just simply won’t do. My resolve is nonexistent. I FaceTime Ethan out of pure desperation and it rings about 87 times before he answers. Just the top half of his face is in the frame, thick, arched brows raised in amusement and brown, droopy eyes alight with their usual mischief.

“Hi,” his voice rumbles through the speaker and I already feel slightly more at ease. But my demeanor remains pouty and I don’t respond, just simply stare him down through the phone. “What’s the matter?” he coos gently, pulling his arm back so that I can now see his pretty face in its entirety. His pink lips are twisted into a mild pout as he awaits my response.

I roll my eyes and pierce him yet again with another unwavering stare. “Eth,” I sigh, as if that’s enough of a substitute for a valid explanation. But he gets it. He and Grayson both always just get it. He sighs right back at me, giving me a sympathetic pout.

“I know, babe. I know,” he soothes, doe eyes penetrating my heart in the dumbest, mushiest way possible. “I miss you. I’m sorry we had to leave, but this is the only day that me and Gray would be able to shoot. Gray,” he suddenly addresses Grayson, looking out of the frame and I assume that he’s summoning him over.

Surely enough, Grayson pops into frame only moments later. His carefully defined jaw moves in a rhythm as he chews on his gum. His eyes, similarly droopy to Ethan’s, are soft and framed by angelic, long lashes as he stares me down through the screen. His hair is a bit messy, but in a way that lets me know that he styled it as such on purpose. He gives me a lopsided grin, dimple denting beautifully into the tan skin of his face.

“Hi, beautiful. Whad’dya need?” he asks and my stomach flips at all of the implications that my mind stirs up from the question. Still, I keep my expression sour. I petulantly shrug my shoulders in response, opting out of a verbal reply. They both know what I need, but I suddenly feel too embarrassed to say it out loud. Grayson hums his acknowledgment, nodding his head in the affirmative.

“We’ll be home in the next two hours, I promise. I miss you so much,” he reassures me and it’s ridiculous, really, how mushy we’re all getting over being separated for only four hours. But it’s just our dynamic. I groan at his answer, earning a sympathetic chuckle out of both boys.

“Two hours? 120 minutes? Grayson,” I whine and this time, the boys give a full-out laugh. I don’t see what’s so funny, but I’m cracking a little smile of my own. My stomach sinks a little as their laughter dies down. My obsession with these two is bordering on unhealthy.

“Two hours, baby. That’s all we need to finish filming and then we’re all yours.”

“And you’re all ours,” Ethan chimes in, raising a single brow and causing me to flush from the innuendo. The three of us have never done anything explicitly sexual, but everyone seems to be under the impression that I’m dating both twins. Probably because we worship each other, but that’s just a hunch. Our relationship is unique and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I roll my eyes to play off Ethan’s comment, but I see that both boys are wearing twin smirks as they observe me.

“What’re you guys filming about, anyway?” I ask to divert their attention momentarily.

“We’ll show you the footage when we get home. You’re gonna love it. Ethan is such a fucking idiot,” Grayson explains, laughing out his last few words as he looks over at Ethan, who’s rolling his eyes and lightly shoving Gray’s shoulder in retaliation.

“Asshole,” he mutters, but it’s good-natured and Grayson and I both share a laugh at his expense.

“Can’t wait. I’ll see you guys in two hours, sharp,” I emphasize and the twins crack smiles. I salute them through the screen and go to end the call, but I’m quickly interrupted by Ethan.

“Wait! Wait,” he exclaims, focusing the phone on only his face. I stare at him, silently giving him the go-ahead. “I love you. That’s it,” he says and I can’t help the cheesy grin that stretches across my face.

“I love you more, Eth,” I don’t hesitate to reciprocate. The camera is in quick, blurry motion as the phone is seemingly yanked from Ethan’s hand and is all of a sudden focused on Grayson’s face, instead.

“I love you more than he does,” Grayson professes and I laugh, my heart light from all the affection.

“I love you too, Gray. So much,” I say and he looks off screen, presumably at Ethan, wearing a smug smirk. I hear Ethan squawk something out in protest that gets drowned out by Grayson’s raucous laughter. When he looks back at me, his eyes are considerably softer, big, goofy grin still in place.

“Bye, sweetheart,” he says and I give a small wave before ending the call. God, I miss them.

——————

It’s been an hour and 56 minutes since that FaceTime call and to say that I’m chomping at the bits is an understatement. I rewind the show that I’ve been watching on my laptop, once again having been too distracted to pay attention to the plot.

I had figured that binging on a show while I waited for my twins to return would be a good pastime. It had worked for the first 45 minutes and then I was toast. I know that I’ll have to rewatch at least the last episode-and-a-half of the show that I’ve been binging. Was that the sound of a car pulling up? I violently push the space bar on my keyboard to pause the show before I detangle myself from the labyrinth of blankets that I had since swaddled myself in.

I gallop to the front door, but quickly think better of it as I hear a key unlocking it. It’s embarrassing enough that I had to admit defeat and call Ethan only four hours into he and Grayson’s filming, but it would be beyond reproach for them to find me waiting at the front door like an excited puppy. I turn on my heel and begin a hasty retreat, but I walk a total of four steps before I hear the door being flung open and shortly after, I’m being encased by a strong set of tanned arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I hear the distinct sound of Grayson’s voice in my ear as he pulls me flush against his hard torso, lips immediately finding a home between my chin and my shoulder and planting loud, smacking kisses on the side of my neck as he squeezes me tight. I giggle at the ticklish sensation and grab hold of each of his forearms which are cross-crossed over my torso. I enjoy his proximity for maybe a few seconds more before I hear Ethan voice his disdain.

“Bro, chill. I haven’t even gotten to see her yet!” he complains. And Grayson twirls us around to face Ethan, resting his chin smugly on my shoulder as he stares at his brother.

“There, now you’ve seen her,” he declares before preparing to spin us back around again. Ethan makes quick work of prying Grayson’s arms off of me and snatching me from his hold, pulling me into a hug, wrapping one big arm around my shoulders and the other around my waist as he holds me close. I instinctively latch onto him.

“He was hogging you all to himself,” Ethan complains close to my ear before dropping a sweet kiss to my forehead.

“You are so cheesy, dude,” Grayson says with disgust dripping from his words from somewhere nearby and my shoulders shake with silent laughter at their bickering. They know that their arguing never fails to leave me tickled and they often do it just to get a laugh or two out of me. It’s all in good jest.

“Whatever dude, look where she is,” Ethan retorts, nodding down to where I’m encased in his protective hold.

“Yeah, because you literally pulled her away from me, jackass,” comes Grayson’s deadpan response. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my parted lips at this and I look up at Ethan, who has a look of incredulity splashed across his pretty face. I reach out a hand to soothingly trace a few fingers along his rigid jawline.

“Eth,” I giggle, hoping that it conveys my willingness to sooth him. He looks down at me and the harshness of his demeanor diminishes on the spot.

“He’s being mean to me. He’s jealous that you like me more,” he declares and that sends me into another fit of flattered, embarrassing giggles, lightly pushing at his chest. I watch as a smile breaks out across his face, the satisfaction in getting me to laugh evident. If anyone else had used this childish attempt at flirting, I would’ve rolled my eyes at best. But Ethan somehow makes it work.

“Okay, time’s up,” I hear Grayson behind me before I feel a strong hand gently pry me out of Ethan’s grip before entwining his fingers with mine and walking us toward the kitchen. I look over my shoulder and give a pouty face to Ethan, who’s now staring daggers at the back of Grayson’s head. I love you I mouth and he’s quick to mouth it back before rolling his eyes and shuffling off in the direction of his room.

“E!” I call out to his retreating form, stopping Grayson and I in our tracks as I take a moment to worry about whether Ethan is genuinely ruffled. He turns to look at me and smiles.

“Just changing into some sweats, babe. Make sure Grayson doesn’t cook something disgusting, please!” He gives a cheesy, sarcastic smile that shows all of his teeth, clearly directing it at Grayson.

“When have I ever cooked anything disgusting, Ethan? You just don’t appreciate good food!” Grayson says in a booming voice a few decibels too high for being as close as he is to Ethan, but it’s something that I’ve grown more than accustomed to.

“Grayson, stop yelling,” is all Ethan says as he finally retreats into his room, closing the door behind him. My amusement from the exchange is clear upon my face as I turn to face Grayson once again.

“I’m not cooking him shit,” is all he says and I burst into laughter for the millionth time since the boys have come back home. He finishes guiding us into the kitchen and I perch myself on the counter top as he busies himself with gathering ingredients for whatever he’s about to cook. I take the opportunity to admire him while he isn’t looking; he’s donning a tight fitting white t-shirt that clings sinfully to his chiseled torso. He’s also wearing a pair of blue shorts that do wonders for his thick, inked thighs, which are gorgeously displayed given the rather short length of the material.

“Do you want a burrito bowl?” He asks over his shoulder and I nod before realizing that he can’t see me.

“Yes, please!” I affirm and he nods, continuing on his mission to prepare meals for us. He takes a moment to discard his shirt, flinging it somewhere in the direction of the pantry before busying himself once again and my mouth is damn near watering at the sight. His broad shoulders and strong back are on glorious display as he goes about making the most mundane tasks - oiling up a pan, turning the knob on the stove, sprinkling fucking salt - look sexy.

“Did I hear you say you’re making burrito bowls?” Ethan asks as he waltzes into the kitchen, also shirtless, with a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. And honestly, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve two handsome, shirtless, sculpted men who dote on me in my life. I really don’t, but I’m not complaining.

“Yeah, you want one?” Grayson asks casually over his shoulder, as if he and Ethan hadn’t been bickering moments prior and as if Grayson hadn’t explicitly declared that he wasn’t going to make Ethan any food. That’s just how he and Ethan are; their arguments all last for a grand total of five minutes, at most, before they’re back to being the best of friends.

“Yes please,” Ethan unintentionally mimics my earlier statement before walking over to where I’m sitting on the counter top and standing between my legs. He gathers me up into his warm, bare chest and lays his head on my shoulder. I rake my fingers through his soft curls without hesitation. “I’m so glad to be home. I missed you so fucking much today,” he mutters, but Grayson must hear him because he chimes in as well.

“I missed you, too. We’re never leaving you here while we go film again, holy shit. It was awful,” he emphasizes, shaking his head as he stirs something around in the pan before him. My heart swells to about 20 times its size as I listen to these big, strapping men spilling their guts about me, to me. And suddenly, Grayson’s standing too far away.

“Gray?” I call out quietly and he turns around to see my free hand that’s not raking through Ethan’s hair, beckoning him toward me. He gives me that lopsided grin that turns my insides to jelly before taking slow, calculated strides in my direction. He cradles my face with one hand and I latch onto his wrist as he leans in and peppers my face with kisses. I scrunch up my nose and accept his shower of affection with pure delight. On my other side, Ethan raises his head from my shoulder and my hand gently falls from his curls as he cups my face and begins showering me with kisses on that side of my face as well.

I let a few girlish giggles escape me as the boys continue their playful attack. “Grayson, the food?” I manage to breath out when the aroma coming from the stove begins to increase in intensity. He sighs and pulls his lips from me only to rest his forehead on my cheek, eyes closed.

“Fine,” he relents before begrudgingly returning to the stove. Meanwhile, Ethan’s attack continues before he’s throwing his arms around my shoulders and trailing his kisses downward, first a few near my mouth, several on my chin, and a few longer, more lingering ones on my neck before he buries his face there again and I resume raking my fingers through his hair again as if I had never stopped.

“Enjoy it while you can, E,” Grayson says without even looking back, seemingly aware of how Ethan moulded himself to me once again as soon as he stepped away. “When you run off to play Fortnite later, she’s all mine,” he states. And my stomach flips at the thought. My boys are gonna be the death of me and it’s not a bad way to go.

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