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[bi-bard]

I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat - Arthur Broussard Imagine (SKAM France)

Title: I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat

Pairing: Arthur Broussard X Reader

Based On: Everywhere, Everything

Word Count: 1,047 words

Warning(s): mentions of being overwhelmed

Summary: (Y/n) and Arthur were almost attached at the hip. What they saw as friendship was seen very differently by everyone around them. It took years for them to even consider that there may be more between them.

Author's Note: It has been so long since I've written for this character. I've been saying that a lot lately, haven't I?

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I had mixed feelings about lying in silence with my thoughts.

There were times when it would be great. A time to sort through any confusion or anger. I could find my way through all sorts of problems that way.

Other times were hell. When problem-solving became fixating and I found myself dwelling on mistakes I had made. I didn't have any power over whatever stress I had.

I heard my phone buzzing. It was a collection of texts. I didn't want to answer it. As much as I despised the silence at that moment, the idea of having to explain myself made me sick to my stomach.

My phone stopped for a little while. And then, I heard someone knocking on my door. I groaned a bit, running my hands over my face.

My phone buzzed a few moments later.

It didn't take much for me to realize the sounds were connected. I reached over and checked the message.

Arthur: I'm at your door. Let me in.

I unlocked my phone and looked over the texts that he had sent me.

It was a mix of questions about if I was okay and messages about how he was going to stop by. I knew why he was worried. I had ignored him through the end of the day. It was wrong, I knew that. I had just been so stuck in my thoughts that it didn't really click until I got home.

Another message came through and I finally relented, sighing and pushing myself off my bed.

I paused right by the door, handing resting on the doorknob for a moment before pulling the door open. Arthur paused whatever message he was frantically typing when he heard the door open.

"There you are," he said, stepping forward and hugging me.

I expected a thousand questions surrounding what had happened and why I ignored him. I was already preparing answers in my mind, hoping to avoid the additional stress in the long run.

But as I hugged him back, there was only one question, "Are you okay?"

I stepped back slowly, nodding to him.

He closed my front door as I walked over to my couch and sat down. He sat down next to me, frowning a bit at my silence.

"Do you want to talk about it," he asked. I shook my head. "Okay."

"Sorry," I muttered. I ran my hands over my face again. "It's just... it's been a long week. I needed time to myself. I thought I did... it didn't help much."

I always did that. Withdrew when I got overwhelmed. Part of why Arthur was my best friend was because he seemed to fight it. He got too worried to leave me on my own unless I asked. Even then he would send me messages to check in every couple of hours.

I remember my friends digging into that pattern. They would constantly say that there was so much more there than there was. Arthur was my friend. My best friend. And that was all there was to it.

And that was all I would tell them.

"Is there anything you need," Arthur asked. I shook my head. "Are you sure? I could make you something. Or just get some water-"

"Arthur," I touched his arm. "I'm alright."

He slowly nodded and relaxed a bit more.

I grinned a bit.

I wouldn't really mind having more with him. I had thought about it more than I would care to admit. It wouldn't be all that different. Just more affectionate. My skin would sometimes feel like it was begging for someone to just hold me. Having that be Arthur, someone that I knew and cared about, would be the best-case scenario.

Without much thought, I shifted so my head was resting on Arthur's shoulder. He reached out and touched my knee. Silent support when I needed it.

I'm not sure how long we sat there. I just knew the longer we did, the more certain I was that I didn't mind going through such rough moments if Arthur was waiting on the other side of them. I looked at the hand on my leg. I wanted to reach out and intertwine our fingers. I was just too scared to do it.

So, I forced myself to keep my hands in my lap. I picked at the skin around my nails instead of holding his hand like I wanted to.

"Thank you," I mumbled. "For showing up. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did," he replied. I moved my head, so my chin was resting on his shoulder.

"Why?"

He hummed.

"Why did you have to?"

"Because I care about you," he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I want to know that you're okay. Take care of you."

I grinned to myself.

I moved back a bit. I shifted enough that I could be face-to-face with him. He grinned at me softly. I took a moment to let my eyes bounce around his face; from eyes to cheekbones to nose to forehead to lips.

I took a deep breath before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.

It was short and sweet and awkward. I started pulling back almost as soon as Arthur started kissing me back. He blinked at me slowly, seemingly stunned by what I had done. I bit back a chuckle at his expression.

"Woah," he muttered.

I couldn't hold back the chuckle at that one.

"Would it sound stupid to say that I've been waiting for years to do that," he asked.

I shook my head. "No... because I have been too."

He smiled at me before leaning over and kissing me again. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I kissed him back. It was like the air around us settled. I hadn't even noticed any tension or awkwardness, but I suddenly felt more relaxed. Like pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together to show the bigger picture.

I knew right then that I could spend forever like that. In that state of happiness. Of loving and being loved.

And I allowed myself to believe that Arthur thought that too.

Silence didn't need to be spent alone anymore.

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[diablots]

Do I see a parallel with the last clip?

I mean:

- One is called hearing people and the other deaf people

- Both start positive (opening Arthur to the deaf community/showing Arthur his friends are supportive, in their own way)

- Both have people supporting Arthur (Camille/le gang)

- Both have a down point (Noée being wary about about Arthur’s friends’ reaction/ Those girls being disrespectful)

But Arthur is being so comprehensive toward them before one of them do shit, he’s so nice.

Point being, Arthur is kinda in the middle of two completely different worlds right now and he’s going to have to find his place. At least that’s how I feel it.

[alexiaugustin]

I'm trying so hard to focus on my french vocabulary, which I have to learn for my french test tomorrow but the expressions putain and ferme ta gueule are on that list and now I can't stop thinking about Lucas Lallemant and Arthur Broussard. Send help

[multionesworld]

Me, after I saw this pics:

I did a prayer circle hope this works

🕯

🕯 🕯

🕯 Eliott 🕯

🕯 and Arthur 🕯

🕯 being bff 🕯

🕯 🕯

🕯

[teescottyblr]

You walk past the girls who were on the couch and walk straight into Lara Jean’s kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. “Um Y/N?” Lara Jean says as she adjusts herself on the couch, “Josh came over before and was looking for you, what’s going on?” 

You were about to comment until Chris laughs, “Oh really, Josh? Funny because Peter Kavinsky was waiting at your locker when school finished, asking where you were.” You place the bottle of water on the counter and sigh, “I don't know... I don't know what’s going on.” 

Chris turns around fast with wide eyes to stare at you, “Well spill it.” She intertwines her fingers together and places them in front of her, raising her eyebrows, “We’re waiting.” You scratch your arm nervously as Lara Jean turns her head towards you and places her chin on her arms, “You can talk to us Y/N.”

GIF Credit: http://spontaneousellipsis.tumblr.com/ 

[maxncedanetfauvel]

okay okay i know this is arthur’s season but can you just imagine arthur actually ends up bringing camille over (ie: introducing him to le gang and camille making fun of their beginner sign language attempts and them just getting along) and noee slowly starts to feel a little resentful even more of them (bc of whatever had happened in the past and here’s arthur’s friends actually putting effort in when she didn’t think they would)

and then maybe her and alexia have a heart to heart (i actually find them quite similar in wanting to learn and educate and understand about subjects but also being quite stubborn/willing to defend on their own povs so they would butt heads definitely sometimes but still respect one another). and basically alexia just all cute says ‘camille isn’t the only one we want to get to know’ like can you imagine???? everyone keeps their old friends AND makes new friends.?? and learns new things???

[sucuk-with-egg]

I know it’s pointless but imagine:

If the skam france writers had omitted the part about Noée and Arthur’s feelings for each other being romantic ones, but still given them a really close platonic bond, we could have still seen a really interesting development for Arthur and Alexia’s relationship.

It’s clear that Noée, as well as Camille and the whole deaf association in general, are a very safe place for Arthur. He doesn’t feel like he needs to explain himself, he is accepted. They have opened up a whole community to him that he never knew existed, and it’s been wonderful to see Arthur learn to accept himself as he is and rewrite some of his beliefs about deaf/Hoh/disabled people. So imagine Arthur and Noée hanging out all the time, building their friendship, him learning more sign language; everything non-romantic because of course Noée is a lesbian and has a girlfriend. Arthur even introduces Alexia to Camille and Noée, but Alexia can’t help but feel like Arthur is being distant with her, and begins to get  jealous of how much time he’s spending with his new friends.

Then, bear with me, imagine her getting to a point where she confronts Arthur about it, says she suspects he’s into Noée (although she doesn’t accuse him of cheating). And of course Arthur tells her that’s impossible, he only loves her, and obviously Noée isn’t into him. Of course, this isn’t really about that, which Arthur realises. It’s about Alexia feeling like maybe she isn’t part of his world anymore. She’s anxious that maybe their relationship won’t work now that things have changed, because she can never truly understand what he’s dealing with. At the back of Alexia’s mind is the fear that she’s not good enough for him (the old voice that used to tell her she was too fat, too small, too queer) and that he should date someone else who’s deaf, whether that’s Noée or not.

Then we could have a really beautiful speech from Arthur about how she’s perfect just the way she is, it doesn’t matter that she’s a hearing person because working together to understand each others different needs is part of what relationships are about. He can’t ever understand what it’s like to be a bi girl, but he wants to listen to her and make her feel supported because he loves her. Arthur explains to Alexia how she helps to soothe his insecurities (that he’s too boring, or that his deafness makes him broken) the same way he hopes he does for her. So this way we could see a lovely arc for their relationship: how it is affected by the sudden change (there’s no way it could not be) and how they manage to work through the issue with communication, trust, and honesty, leaving them with a stronger connection than before.

(there’s also plenty of time in the season to also properly resolve Arthur’s friendship with le gang, who also struggled to adjust to the situation and made mistakes accordingly. But once they all talk to Arthur individually it gets sorted out, and they come to realise that they just need to listen to Arthur more and ask him about what he needs, because that can change.)

And because I’m a sucker for happy endings:

Arthur eventually opens up to Alexia about the abuse he’s suffered at the hands of his father and she supports him as he begins his process of healing. Alexia encourages him to talk to his mother about it, and when he finds the courage to do so, Mama Broussard immediately divorces P*trick and helps find Arthur a therapist. They all attend Noée and her now-fiancée’s engagement party at the end.

[izacore]

Iza I will fucking scream. Let's top this off with one of them gets hurt via a car bc why not and needs a blood transfusion or whatever and then the reveal™️ happens *insert dramatic piano music*

imagine the whole grew at the hospital actually, and they all get their results, one by one, that they are related. arthur is the last one, they all look to him but he knows. he knows, suddenly his whole life flashes before his eyes as he connects all those unexplained little moments together. then the door opens and there he is. p*trick broussard with an umbrella. “i’m here to talk to you ab-” he starts but he can’t finish. honk honk can be suddenly heard in the corridor. the car finally got somebody right.

[moonb-eam]

Hi, sorry if you're already answered it, but i wanted to ask about the dinner at Eliott's castle, when Lucas went to the drawing room to the teleskope and Eliott came to him, can you please tell me (if you want!) what was Eliott thinking? He wanted to say something to Lucas and they were interrupted by Arthur. It's totally okay to not answer, thank you so much for that story! ❤️❤️

hello lovely!! 🌷you’re so sweet thank you!! ☺️

I actually haven’t answered this question before, so let’s dive in!!

It goes like this:

They finish dinner, and decide to play cards.

Eliott doesn’t know where the suggestion comes from, somewhere between Arthur and Herman’s conversation about horribly lost bets, and Daphné’s insistence that she had never lost a hand of cards in her life (which is true), but he’s grateful for the enthusiasm with which the idea is received, because it means that they stay.

It means that Lucas stays. Just a little longer.

Eliott can feel minutes falling from the gaps between his fingers like water, and inevitable end to the storybook night where every smile was shy and every glance was a secret between two people.

Eliott remembers the story only vaguely. Perrault, with a young woman who ventured out her cruel household to a ball. Then, the chiming of midnight, and it all goes away. A dress that turns to tatters. A carriage that turns to a vegetable.

It’s far from midnight still, but Eliott fancies himself the young woman counting down the minutes at her ball. Or maybe he’s the carriage.

He wants to follow them into the drawing room, because he wants to see their faces when Daphné holds her promise to win back any money she lays down, and because he wants to get a spot at the card table where he can be across from Lucas again, and watch the way candlelight caresses his skin.

But he stays behind to help clean from dinner, because the dishes are heavy and the staff must be tired, and because that’s what he always does, whenever they finish a meal. He waves off Daphné with their guests and tries in vain to ignore her when she points at Lucas’ turned back and mouths at Eliott, I like him.

Eliott makes a face at her, picking up another plate.

How could you not?

Clearing the table is usually a quick process, quicker tonight for how distracted Eliott is throughout, thinking of Mr. Savary’s obvious and alarming admiration for Daphné, Mr. Broussard’s keen eyes that seemed to catch every heartfelt look Eliott sent to Lucas that night, and of Lucas himself, and the sweet way he smiled at Eliott over his glass of wine.

It’s likely that Eliott was too obvious in his longing, his heart a phantom weight in his palm, and that was what Mr. Broussard noticed when he stared at him. It’s likely the reason Mr. Broussard was staring at him in the first place. Eliott would be embarrassed by it, if it weren’t for the shrewd grin that accompanied Mr. Broussard’s appraisal, something that was more approving than judgemental.

But perhaps Eliott is overthinking it.

Perhaps he’s overthinking Mr. Broussard’s perception just as he may be overthinking Lucas’ smiles and soft gaze. Just because he didn’t exude any outward ire towards Eliott doesn’t mean that he...

It doesn’t mean that...

(It doesn’t mean that a garden of hope needs to bloom in Eliott’s chest like this.

Yet, it does.

It does.)

“Eliott?”

He started when Madeleine touches his arm.

“Yes? Yes. Um.” He glances around the room. “If that’s the last of the dishes then you can...um.”

“Yes, we’re headed down.” She grins, patting him on the arm. “Best to return to your guests, chéri.”

The glint in her eye makes Eliott want to hide under the dining room table.

Tonight, it seems as though everyone knows.

“I shall...do that,” he says lamely, and he scurried away from Madeleine’s teasing smile, turning towards the drawing room, before he recalls the conversation he had with Mr. Leplein about literature, and how Herman said he had not yet had the chance to read Candide, and Eliott pivots on his heels, heading the opposite direction down the hallway.

He’s certain has a copy of the novel in the smaller drawing room. The study, as he likes to call it, even though it’s more a reading room than anything else.

Eliott has never been one to shy away from lending things out, and he can’t imagine anything that’s better to share than a book. Besides, the copy he’s thinking of is new, purchased to sit on the shelf and be an addition to his library. He has an older copy, one that is well-thumbed with tightly-scrawled notes inked into the margins. It’s the copy Eliott bought for himself after his father died, a delayed act of rebellion for the man who banned any and all Voltaire from the house.

Eliott bought himself a copy in Paris, on a trip to see the family lawyers, and he’d spent that entire night awake in his hotel room, reading in a daze. Then, on the journey home, he read it again. Then, he read it again, with a pot of ink at his side.

There was something about the novel that speaks to Eliott directly - its insouciance, its boldness, its humour, the main character’s journey of disillusionment. It gives him a feeling that someone has looked directly into Eliott’s mind, his heart, and has given him the words they pulled from him, but rearranged them differently so they make sense, so that Eliott can find and be found all in the turn of a page.

This is, at its most basic level, what literature has always done. It’s why Eliott adores it so.

He thinks, that even if Mr. Leplein doesn’t have the same epiphany Eliott does, that he will enjoy the humour in it, and the exciting pacing of events. He seems like a man who appreciates nothing more in the world than a good story.

Eliott stops at the entrance to the study, and as he squints into the dark room, he sees something shift there. A layer to the dim that is thrown into awareness by moonlight. For one wild moment Eliott wonders if he’s being burgled, but then his eyes catch on the slope of the figure’s shoulders, the tilt to their head as they examine the brass telescope in the corner of the room, and Eliott’s heart begins racing for another reason entirely, because he knows it’s him.

Lucas has found the telescope.

(Really, there could never have been any other fate.)

Eliott’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and he can see more of Lucas now. He can trace the slope of his neck and notice how his fingers are clenching in the air, as though they want to close the distance between warm skin and cool brass, but don’t dare to.

Now that he’s here, now that Lucas is seeing the telescope and seeing Eliott’s beating heart in his hand, and extended, the worst thing would be for Lucas not even to use it. Or to touch it.

So Eliott says, “You can touch it, if you want,” and Lucas startles like he’s a rest bird that’s been shaken from its nest.

“You scared me,” Lucas says, and Eliott’s stomach turns when he thinks of the last time those words were said to him, right before his disastrous proposal.

But he does his best to push forward. They’re not they’re, no - they’re here.

He spots the copy of Candide on the small table between the chairs and waves it through the air like a white flag.

“He says he’s never had a chance to read it,” Eliott explains.

Lucas seems to take this in stride, and then he asks, “You wouldn’t mind? If I touched it?”

Would Eliott mind.

He nearly laughs, a hysterical giggle building somewhere deep in his chest, and it would be so simple to tell him then, to say what Lucas has likely already guessed: You don’t even need to ask. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.

Yet there’s a fragile peace building between them, something a Eliott understands is fragile and young. This is Lucas asking, and so he says, without any irony, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Watching Lucas hesitantly reach out, then become more confident as his fingers meet the brass, caressing and travelling and touching so throughly and wondrously makes Eliott’s heart stutter and head swim.

He wonders what it would feel like, to be touched like that. To be touched like that by Lucas.

But watching Lucas fawn over the telescope also tugs in something fond and underneath Eliott’s ribcage. It fills him with something equally wondrous, to watch Lucas be so intrigued by something Eliott was able to give him.

He takes a step closer. “Do you like it?” He asks, at once desperate to know, to hear it, and when Lucas laughs, Eliott can’t help but smile.

“I like it,” Lucas says, and then: “I’m very fond of the stars.”

Eliott thinks of every time he saw Lucas’ head titled back to the sky, every time he saw him inhale the night air as though it keeps him alive, every time he smiled at the mention of a telescope, and he feels himself soften.

“Yes.” He says quietly. “I know.” I know you, he doesn’t say.

He didn’t even realize he’d taken another step forward, and he’s closer to Lucas now than he first thought he was, close enough to see to the depths of his midnight ocean eyes.

In the reaching hand of the moonlight, he looks ethereal. Untouchably beautiful.

Yet somehow, Eliott knows him.

“Lucas,” he says, and he can hear how pained his voice is, straining with the weight of everything that he hasn’t said but is at once desperate to: I know you, It’s always been yours, you can keep it if you like, I love you, I still love you, Do you know what you do to my heart when you smile at me?

And, above all: Do you think you might be beginning to know me? Do you think of me differently now?

Lucas raises his eyes to him, and Eliott’s throat is tight, but he’s opening his mouth again, mortifying honesty dripping from his tongue like too-sweet caramel, and he’s-

“Lucas!”

Eliott leaps to attention as though he’s a boy who’s been caught daydreaming again. The Voltaire drops to the floor with a smack and Eliott’s ears are ringing as he stoops to retrieve it, and he barely manages to take a step away from Lucas before Mr. Broussard is poking his head into the study. When he sees Eliott, then sees Lucas in the room with him, the shrewd smile returns.

It’s still not close to midnight, but Eliott accepts the interruption for what it is, and lets any magic that had been building in the moonlit space between him and Lucas fade to nothing.

Except-

Except there’s Mr. Broussard asking Eliott to join them at their inn, to try some of that famous scotch, and there’s Lucas, saying, “One drink, Mr. Demaury?”

And there’s magic, still.

[elizabethsharmon]

Hello and welcome to the second episode of the Clowneries! Today we will focus on Arthur’s home and school life and on one of the themes of season 5 and how we think it might be played out.

According to this article, Arthur’s season will deal with “powerlessness [of teenagers] when confronted with adults toxicity and invisible disability.” Now, Skam has always been a show that limited the presence of adult characters to two settings: school and home. Which means that our culprit will most likely be present in one of those two. When the teachers make your life a misery, at least you can take a break at home. When your parents are absolute pain in the ass, the school and friends become your refuge. But what if none of those places is safe because the person who is ruining your life is always there, whenever you look around? Well, then you have a problem. Which leads us to our two theories for today:

1. The Principal will be the cause of Arthur’s problem throughout the whole season

2. The Principal is Arthur’s father

MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS UNDER CUT

1. “Watch your language”

Well, well, well, who do we have here? Our good ol’ Monsieur Vallès, a man with no taste when it comes to art, a man finally giving in because he’s afraid of students’ protests, a man who undoubtedly believes that a firm hand is what the teenagers need the most. Definitely an intriguing charater, with a pleasant voice, played by a man who still uses instagram filters from 2013. If you are a fan of the principal, then good news for you - he’s about to stay with us for the whole season!!!

As you can see, he was filming a scene for s05e09 clip 4 which means that he will mess things up again, on a long-term basis. What will happen between Arthur and the principal? Well, our guess is this:

(scene on the rooftop was filmed on the 13th day of filming, same as the clip 9 of s05e03 which means it might be the one)

The boys are back and they’re more wild than ever... Love that for us.

So, the principal busts le gang smoking joint at the rooftop and Arthur, being the mom friend he is, takes the blame. Why? This leads us to our next theory...

2. “Arthur, I’m your father,” Monsieur Vallès said.

It started innocent, as always with us. I saw the bts above and didn’t recognize that it’s the principal and thought that maybe Arthur lives in a posh neighbourhood or something and he has access to his building’s rooftop and invited guys there only to be busted by his father. But then we started to think about it... and if they really want Arthur to suffer in season 5 (and they constantly keep on repeating that season 5 = tears), then why not mess up his life even more and make the principal his father??? Exclusive sneak peak from The Clown Doc, p. 14:

From then on, it goes like this:

Now you may say “but the principal’s last name is Vallès and Arthur’s is Broussard, how can he be his father then?” But think of it - if you were a respectable principal of high school and an asshole and your son goes to your school, would you risk your position and reputation and wait for your students and teachers to accuse you of special treatment of your son? That’s why, he insists Arthur is registered at school by his mother’s last name, Broussard. Another possibility is that Arthur chooses to use her last name instead of his father’s because he doesn’t want to have anything to do with him.

If the principal is so heavy-handed at school... imagine how bossy he must be at home and how much he must think he’s entitled to make decisions regarding Arthur’s future for him, forcing him to follow a certain path that seems to be the most profitable, signing him up for extracurricular activities, organizing meetings for him... like this one:

Now, we can see the blurred man in the middle, hands on the left, and there’s most likely someone sitting on the right - probably Arthur. Why is the man on the left hidden behing the camera and not just blurred? Because we already know him and they don’t want to show us his face. And, if you remember what Hippo said there’s only “1,5 new characters” in season 5. Now, about the man in the middle - what if he’s a dean of some university or an enterpreneur who is asked to hire Arthur for an internship in the summer? What if the dinner like that is just one of many Arthur had to sit through in his life?

Of course, the principal being Arthur’s father would cause a lot of drama in the season. But think of the comedy gold scenes we might get as well! For example, he calls Arthur to his office to yell at him, Arthur talks back, because of course he does, and then he asks “so, is that it? Can I go now?”, only for his father to say “just one more thing. What do you want for dinner tonight? Chicken or fish?”

Now, you may ask “where’s Arthur’s mother in all of this?” And well... We have bad news for you, guys.

***SPOILERS***

Remember this cute bts video David posted? Take a look at the caption

Season 5, 4th day of filming

Well, guess what else they were filming on that day.

A FUNERAL

If you look closely, there’s a coffin standing in the middle of the altar. Editing this photo doesn’t really help much but

it does look like Basile on the left and Eliott or Lucas on the right (hair and cheekbones man, it’s hard to tell which one of them it is)

So anyway, I guess they really put FUN in the FUNeral, huh? (*ba dum tsss*)

Now, we know that it was day 4 of filming. We know they were filming a scene for season 5. We know that everyone was on set (including Maxence, so it seems). So would they all attend a funeral if some distant family member of Arthur has died? They probably wouldn’t. They would just say they’re really sorry, hug him, and be supportive friends. They would attend the funeral though if someone close to him passed away... For example his mother...

tl;dr 1. the principal will be the source of adults toxicity in Arthur’s season // 2. the principal is Arthur’s father and he will make him suffer both at school and at home // 3. someone will die and we think that might be Arthur’s mother oops

That would be all for today BUT that’s not everything we know about Arthur’s family!!! We will continue exploring his family in the next episode which will be posted by @arthurbrousard​ on Thursday (19.12). Class dismissed!

[bi-bard]

Fun and Games- Arthur Broussard Imagine (SKAM France)

Title: Fun and Games

Pairing: Arthur Broussard X Reader

Requested: Nope but PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS

Word Count: 844 words

Warning(s): Arguing... that’s really it

Summary: Being a third wheel is never fun. Having a fellow third wheel be someone that can somehow manage to always boil your blood is even worse. (Y/n) and Arthur were always ready to argue but did their friends find a perfect solution to their bickering?

Author’s Note: I love La La Land... enjoy! Also, again, this is some time before season 5... I just don’t know exactly when before season 5.

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I hadn’t expected this party to be so interesting. It was a normal house party. People were drinking way more than they should and then they were doing things they shouldn’t. The most interesting thing was that the cops hadn’t been called yet. 

I had been dragged along by a few of my friends. Both duos were happily committed to each other and they were very adorable. However; I had a problem with my fellow third-wheeler. 

Arthur Broussard. 

I didn’t have an explanation for it but we didn’t get along. We were like water and oil. Something about us didn’t mix. We tried to hold our composure in front of our friends but snappy comments to one another only got so far.

They had run off soon after got to the party. I found myself leaning against the wall with a drink in my hand. I had to bite my tongue when Arthur leaned on the wall next to me.

“You’re kidding,” I said. “You realize there’s a whole party here, right?”

“Maybe I just like bothering you,” he smirked. I glared at him. “How’s your night?”

“It was pretty good,” I shrugged.

“Do you always have to be so bitchy,” he asked. 

“What,” I snapped. “You seriously just walked over here to bother me and call me a bitch?”

“Bitchy,” Arthur corrected. I rolled my eyes. “Why do you hate me?”

“You called me a bitch,” I suggested. “You just treat me like shit.”

“You don’t act much better.”

“Because you instigate shit,” I said through gritted teeth. “I was having a fine time tonight before you walked over.”

“Oh come on-”

“Goodbye, Arthur,” I pushed myself off the wall and started walking away. 

“Where are you going?”

“To get some air.”

I didn’t look back at him again. I continued walking until I found an empty patio. No one found any interest in it when there was enough privacy inside to do whatever they wanted. 

I let out a long sigh before taking a sip of my drink. I was just tired of it all by this point. It wasn’t worth my energy to fight him anymore. At first, it was kind of fun... now it seemed like he really hated me.

“My god,” I heard someone mumble behind me. 

“Did you follow me out here,” I asked, not looking away from the view in front of me. 

“Obviously,” he muttered, “because I care about you so much.”

“Look, I came out here to relax so please just leave if you’re trying to start something.”

“Why are you being so snappy?”

“Why wouldn’t I be,” I shrugged. “You just destroyed my delightful moment.”

“Oh my-”

“Plus your jokes aren’t funny anymore,” I explained. “I used to be able to go home and chuckle at least a little bit... but now I can’t. I’ve started wondering if you actually hate me.”

“What?”

“That’s why I try to only respond to you,” I continued. “I didn’t want to start anything... but I didn’t want to look like a baby.”

“I... I’m sorry,” Arthur said quietly. “I... I wish you would’ve said something. I thought it was all fun and games... I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” I mumbled. 

“This party is boring as hell,” he commented. I chuckled lightly as I looked down. “Let’s go get some food instead.”

“What?”

“Well, we’re going to try to stop arguing, right,” he asked. I nodded. “So, let’s go be friendly.”

“Okay,” I followed him off of the patio and through the party. We were walking down the street when I decided to speak again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d call this a date.”

“Oh, no,” he shook his head. “Tomorrow is our date.”

“Is it,” I asked while laughing.

“Does that work with you?”

“I’m willing to give it a try,” I shrugged.

“Good,” he nodded.

I was then caught off guard when Arthur grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a small restaurant on the corner. I followed him to a small table in the corner and started waiting.

“Why did we go on with this as long as we did,” I asked.

“We thought it was a twisted way of flirting?”

I facepalmed at the joke.

“I really don’t know,” he continued. “We didn’t really try to get to know each other... maybe we were scared?”

I narrowed my eyebrows.

“You’re the one who asked,” he held his hands up.

“Well, since we were so scared then,” I started, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Where do you want to start?”

We spent the rest of the night talking at that little corner table. We only stopped talking when my mom called my phone and started ranting about curfew. Arthur was trying to cover up his laugh the entire time but something was different.

On any given day, that laugh would’ve boiled my blood... but this time... it made my stomach do flips and my cheeks heat up. It was different but... it was definitely the best kind of different. 

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lallemanlucas >>> arthurbroussrd

happy new year guys!! wish you all the best for this year to come, may it be filled with laughs, happiness, good health and success! and good fanfics to read obviously

with skam france’s brutal return last night (sober me wasn’t prepared for it before so imagine drunk me having to deal with this shit at midnight..... yea) i can officially announce i would gladly take a bullet and die for arthur broussard ! i can’t wait for his season to begin, and i thought it was a good opportunity to change my url, gotta celebrate that new season amirite !

so!! here i go, tagging some of my mutuals (is anyone still alive and hanging here?) to let you know. bisouuus

@idonthaveanydamnidea @mes-espaces @gardenofstories @tawmlinsun @thatswhatilikebruh @winterhyuck @jamespotteurs @richarrdmadden @dracosbellamy @amazalina @frecklessbellamy 

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you charge me up like electricity

by lucasthegerman

For the prompt:

Imagine that you've been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you're ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he's just late. People are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you've never seen sits down explaining loudly  'Sorry I'm so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.' and he quietly adds, 'I'm Michael. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn't bother to show up is a dick.' And so you do go with it because he's being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he's the cutest thing you've ever seen) and as you're leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

Let's do it, but let's spice things up a little, shall we?

Words: 892, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of How many Lucases and Eliotts?

Fandoms: SKAM (France)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eliott Demaury, Lucas Lallemant, Arthur Broussard, Yann Cazas, Basile Savary, Lucas van Der Heijden, Lucille (SKAM France)

Relationships: Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant

Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Enemies to Lovers, Sex Shop owner Lucas, lucas pov, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Spoiler Alert: They're both idiots

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21760126

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before (2018)

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018)

Plot: There are five guys Lara Jean has ever loved and she’s written a letter to each of them and kept them safely hidden in a box. All five letters are mysteriously sent out to each of the guys, turning Lara Jean’s life upside down. 

Director: Susan Johnson

Starring: Noah Centineo, Israel Broussard, Lana Condor, Janel Parrish, John Corbett, Madeleine Arthur

Imagine all your crushes finding out…

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Foreign Exchange Student- Arthur Broussard Imagine (SKAM France/Belgique)

Title: Foreign Exchange Student

Pairing: Arthur Broussard X Reader (I’m trying to make this gender neutral)

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,927 words

Warning(s): I mean... it’s gonna be a little long... maybe some fear of the future/commitment, general awkwardness and fear of being in a new place

Summary: (Y/n) thought that a foreign exchange program would be fun... until the actual day to move comes. Now (Y/n) is lonely and is completely out of their depth. Everything feels like it can go wrong... whether that be immediate or at the end of the program.

Author’s Note: Alright, this is an experiment of sorts. I would love to write for Skam if that’s what people want to see. If you would like to see more Skam (or if you think I should back away from Skam), let me know. I’m really looking for reader input on this.

Also, I don’t know when this would take place... just go with it. 

I tried to do as much research as possible but I am so sorry if I got something wrong.

Finally, I was planning on making the host family (if that’s the right term) a family from the show but I am not having very much fun with that and where is the joy of writing if you can’t enjoy the hard work you’re doing... at least a little bit.

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My mom always said that I had a habit of popping my thumb. I never really admitted it until now. I think the constant clicking calmed me in some way. I just wish it would work right now. (A/n- Sorry to interrupt but this thumb-clicking thing is something I actually do a lot).

I was trying to grab my bags without making everyone think I was a total idiot or a total asshole. I almost missed one of them but a man next to me grabbed it and handed it to me. He gave me a comforting grin as I cringed at myself and mumbled a thank you.

I grabbed my phone and opened my photos. I continuously looked from the picture to the amount of people in the airport. Shit, this was not enjoyable. 

I looked up from my phone and saw a sign with my name on it. I double-checked my photo and sighed in relief. Thank god. 

A teenage girl waved at me with a small smile. I copied her movement with my hand that was holding my phone. I couldn’t hear her mom but the girl was quick as she walked over and grabbed one of my bags. I thanked her quietly.

“(Y/n),” her mom greeted me kindly. “You probably remember but I’m Louise and this is my daughter Eva.”

“Hi,” I replied awkwardly. After a few more awkward moments, I followed them out of the airport.

The rest of the day seemed to go by in a flash. We got some food, I got some notes on my pronunciations (thankfully before I had to go to school), and then went to the house. Now I was organizing what I had brought.

“Want some help,” I jumped when Eva popped her head in. I chuckled at my own reaction.

“That would be great,” I said. Eva walked over and grabbed some of my shirts, carrying them to the drawers. “This room is gorgeous.”

“My mom wanted to make sure it was ‘comfortable’,” she explained, pretending to be snooty when she said comfortable. I chuckled, going to put my pants away.

“Remind me to thank her for that,” I replied. 

We spent the rest of the unpacking time making jokes and talking about our interests. This was nice. It had only been a few hours and I was already more comfortable than when I walked off that plane. 

“Are you ready for school tomorrow then,” Eva asked after I had shoved my bag into the corner of the room. 

“Probably not,” I replied with a small laugh, plopping onto my bed. “What’s it like?”

“Depends on who you hang out with,” Eva shrugged, sitting next to me. “I could try to introduce you to people.”

“Sure,” I nodded. “That sounds great.”

“Good,” Eva stood up. “I’ll go check on dinner.”

“Okay,” I said.

Once Eva walked out, I laid back and stared at me ceiling. My head was spinning. In a matter of hours, I had found myself in what could be called some kind of new home. This was so strange. 

I jumped when my phone rang. I reached over to it as quickly as possible. It was my mom.

“Hi Mom,” I smiled.

“Hi sweetheart,” she replied. “Did you find your way alright? How are you?”

“I found my way... eventually,” I chuckled to myself, standing up to look out my window. “I’m good. I have my own room. I really like it so far.”

“So school starts tomorrow,” she continued. 

“Yup,” I confirmed.

“Are you going to be telling me about any cute boys or girls next time you call,” she asked. I sighed before chuckling and pinching the bridge of my nose. “That wasn’t a no.”

“Mom,” I snapped. “Can we not talk about that? Please.”

“It might be good for you,” my mom explained. "A cute romance.”

"Why would I even focus on that,” I asked. “Can we just not talk about my love life... or lack thereof?”

“Alright, alright,” she sighed. “Just try to enjoy your time in France, okay?”

“Okay,” I mumbled. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” my mom whispered back. “Be safe. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

“Bye,” I hit the end call button and sighed.

Him. I couldn’t believe he was acting the way he was. Everything was fine until we broke up. What I thought was a relationship ending on good terms turned into a jealous ex who now thought I went to France to “run away” from him... even though I had been wanting to do this for years. 

“Hey,” I looked at the door to see Eva peeking her head in. “Dinner is ready.”

“Okay,” I replied. I plugged my phone in and followed Eva to the kitchen, who pretty much bounced to her chair.

The rest of the night is calm. We talked about what I could expect tomorrow, what I thought I was going to miss the most, and other smaller topics that seemed to just flow with the conversation. I didn’t expect to be so comfortable so fast but I definitely wasn’t complaining.

**Next Day**

“Come on,” Eva shouted as I jogged out the door to follow her. 

“Thank you so much for telling me the wrong time for us to leave,” I said sarcastically. She just shrugged with a smirk. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“I have to keep you on your toes,” she replied. I rolled my eyes as I continued following her. 

It almost felt like no time at all before I was leaning on a wall next to Eva, going over my schedule. She was pointing from one direction to another. I nodded along, hoping that I could remember all of this.

“I’ll walk with you to the first class,” Eva said, moving from the wall. I followed close to her. I looked around the halls and my schedule. I tried to make a mental map so everything would make sense... not that it really helped. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” I replied, heading inside and giving her a wave.

I walked to an empty desk in the corner and kind of kept to myself. I started clicking my thumbs again. 

“Excuse me,” I jumped, snapping out of my thoughts when someone spoke up next to me. A blonde girl was smiling at me. “May I?”

“Sure,” I replied nervously, suddenly realizing that no one was there to correct me if I said something wrong. 

“Are you new,” she asked as she sat down. I nodded. “Wait... are you the girl staying with Eva?”

I nodded again, confused as to how she knew that so fast.

“Eva told me about you,”  she explained. “She was actually really excited about the whole thing.”

“Oh,” I grinned, looking down at my desk.

“I’m Daphné,” the girl said. I looked over at her.“(Y/n),” I replied. “Sorry for being so... weird.”

“You’re okay,” she shrugged off my awkwardness, adding a wave of her hand. “It must be strange to be somewhere so new.”

“Exactly,” I nodded, chuckling lightly. 

“If you want, I have some friends that you could meet,” Daphné offered. I nodded.

“Sounds good,” I replied. My attention went to the front of the room as someone else spoke. Maybe I could be kind of comfortable here.

**Later That Day**

“(Y/n),” I smiled and walked over to Daphné, who was excitedly waving at me. I waved back as I got closer. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and introduced me to everyone. “This is Emma, Manon, Imane, and Alexia.”

“Hi,” I said with a small grin. 

“This is (Y/n),” Daphné explained to her friends. “The exchange student staying with Eva.”

“Really,” Alexia asked. I nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I replied before Daphné kind of pushed me over so I could sit down with them. 

“So,” Manon started awkwardly. “What do you miss most from home?”

“Oh, my family, really,” I answered. “My mom wants me to call every night and really pushed me to do this.”

“That’s really sweet,” Alexia commented. I nodded in response.

I was about to talk but froze when a group of guys came walking over. Or stumbling... whatever you wanna call it. Everyone greeted each other but I sat there awkwardly.

“Oh, guys, this is (Y/n),” Daphné motioned over to me. She copied what she had done with the girls earlier. “(Y/n), this is Lucas, Yann, Basile, and Arthur.”

“Hi,” I waved at the all. They all said hi back. My eyes seemed to focus on Arthur a second longer than everyone else. I forced myself to blink again before turning back to Daphné. 

The entire group dove into a conversation. I didn’t say much, making the occasional comment every now and then, which got a few chuckles from people. I felt like I was adapting. I was feeling happy. 

I was trying to join in the conversation when I decided to look through the corner of my eye. I made eye contact with Arthur and he sent me a smile. I smiled back before looking over his shoulder.

Eva was waving at me, motioning for me to follow her. I nodded and held up my index finger to tell her one minute. She nodded.

“I have to go,” I turned to the group. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye,” a few of them called out at different times. I waved to all of them as I walked backwards for a second. 

“Look at you,” Eva wrapped her arm around mine as we started walking. “Already fitting in.”

“I’m trying my best,” I chuckled, shrugging.

“Well, you’re doing a good job,” she replied. “Looks like you’ve even got a little boyfriend.”

“What,” I asked.

“Arthur,” she answered.

“We literally said hi to each other,” I rolled my eyes.

“And he literally watched you walk from your little group over to me,” she continued. “It was adorable.”

“Oh shut up,” I closed my eyes, looking down at the ground. “I’m not even looking for anything like that.”

“You can’t control that kind of stuff,” she explained. “If it happens, it happens.”

“Too bad it won’t,” I dropped my arm from her’s, sticking my tongue out at her. 

**A Few Days Later**

Everything had been going very well since I had arrived. Daphné had invited me into her circle of friends so I wasn’t nearly as lonely as I thought I’d be. They had just accepted me into their ranks. It was great.

My mom was still calling me everyday. She loved hearing about what I was up to. She was really excited when I said that I had made some friends. She was still pushing to find out if I had met anyone who had caught my eye. I thought that I could avoid that conversation... and then I mentioned Arthur.

Arthur and I had probably been the closest in the group. We just seemed to get along really well and our conversations just seemed to flow really well. I guess my mom thought that meant I had committed to a relationship in a matter of days.

I was currently waiting for Eva. Everyone seemed pretty busy today so I was just planning to head home. Eva was taking forever to say goodbye to her friends. 

“(Y/n),” I looked over my shoulder to see Arthur walking over to where I was sitting.

“Hi,” I waved as he circled over to sit next to me. “What’s up?”

“Well, there is a bit of a party or club thing that the group is going to,” he explained. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me... or us?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “When?”

“Saturday... Tomorrow,” he smiled. I bit my lip and glanced at the floor, hoping to hide my blush.

“Sounds great,” I replied. “Should I meet you there?”

“Sure,” he said before rambling off an address that I was going to need to write down later. 

“I’ll see you there,” I grinned before turning around and walking over to Eva, who was finally done saying goodbye to her friends. 

As we walked, I quickly scrambled through my bag and pulled out a piece of paper. I quickly scribbled down the information that Arthur had given me.

“Ooo, what’s that,” Eva asked, looking over my shoulder. 

“None of your business,” I sassed. “I’m going out on Saturday.”

“A date,” she asks, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me excitedly.

“No, it’s a get-together with the whole group,” I chuckled at her. 

“Sure,” she replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. “Why didn’t you write that on your phone?”

“I forget about stuff when it’s on my phone,” I shrugged. “If I can put it on my wall, I’ll remember it better.”

“Interesting concept.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” I sassed. She laughed loudly as we continued moving.

**Saturday**

“(Y/n)!”

I laughed as Daphné hugged me tightly as soon as I walked through the door. I hugged her back and said hi quickly as I looked around.

“Isn’t this place cool,” she asked.

I nodded. There was loud music, flashing lights, and people dancing all over. I could see some people drinking and trying to talk. I looked back at Daphné, who could see how stunned I was.

“Come on,” she shouted, tugging on my arm.

She dragged me through the crowd and we soon found the rest of our friends. We were in our own little circle. Everyone shouted their greetings quickly... and all of them were jumbled together.

I completely lost track of time after that.

I found myself dancing freely with a smile on my face. I was being twirled around by Daphné, who was clearly just trying to make sure that I was comfortable and happy. 

The music had stopped bothering me and I had finally adjusted to all of the lights. Daphné must have noticed because she had finally let go of my hands. I had just accepted it and continued dancing.

I spun around without really looking and ended up running into someone. I blinked a couple of times before focusing on Arthur. I was going to apologize and step back but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

Arthur and I had completely stopped moving. Slowly, I smiled at him. He smiled back at me. It was like everything had faded away.

I wasn’t sure who leaned in first but I knew that each movement was careful. My breath hitched my throat as our lips touched. It was short and soft and gentle and... perfect. I cupped the sides of his face as he touched my waist. 

After a minute, we stepped back. We looked at each other and smiled at each other again. He grabbed onto my hand before twirling me around again. He chuckled at my shocked expression and I laughed with him, pulling him closer.

**Two Weeks Later**

The next two weeks were a happy blur. The day after we kissed, Arthur had asked me out on an actually planned date and here we are.

The weekend was quiet. I was leaning against the wall, reading a book that I had brought along with me. This was really the only chance I had to sit down and read.

“Hi,” I looked over at the door. Arthur was leaning his head in from behind the door frame. 

“Hi,” I replied, waving for him to come in. 

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before sitting down and wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder and kept reading. 

We were sitting comfortably for about ten minutes before I finally placed my bookmark in between the pages. I set the book next to me before moving so I was facing Arthur, my legs now crossed. I grabbed his hand. 

“Can I ask you something,” I asked quietly. He nodded, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “Well... I’ll have to go home eventually...”

“Yeah,” Arthur trailed off, trying to get me to continue talking.

“And that’s all the way across the ocean,” I continued. “...Do you actually want to commit to something like this knowing that it’ll have to end?”

“Who said it had to end,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I shrugged. “Why are you so focused on that?”

“I guess I’m nervous,” I shrugged. Arthur moved so he could lean forward and kiss me softly.

“Can we ignore that idea that this will end when you leave,” he nudged his nose against mine. “We deserve to be happy. That bridge is so far off in the distance, I can barely see it.”

I chuckled at his response. He sat with a small smile on his face until I leaned forward and kissed him again. He cupped the side of my face and leaned in a little bit more. I pulled back with a grin.

“We will talk about this,” he promised. “But why not live in the moment a little while longer?”

“I like that idea,” I mumbled. I uncrossed my legs and draped them over Arthur’s lap and move so I could cuddle into his side. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered. There was a moment of silence. “Your room is pretty empty.”

“You can help me decorate later,” I chuckled, closing my eyes. “I don’t want to move right now.”

“Deal,” he said. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. 

Arthur was right. This moment was better than worrying about what was going to happen when I went home. It was so much better.

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SOCIAL MEDIA AU- Arthur Broussard (Skam France)

I made these so they kind of went along with my most recent Skam France imagine (which you can read here)

**SOCIAL MEDIA AU**

(Y/n) spent time in France as a foreign exchange student. In that frame of time, (Y/n) found Arthur, and the two clicked instantly. The adventure was documented on the Instagrams of both (Y/n) and Arthur.